Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 578
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 158
There is a saying that goes "Sometimes pictures say more than a thousand words." This one says at least 578:
Until later . . .
30.3.10
One Thousand Words
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 30, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 578
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 158
There is a saying that goes "Sometimes pictures say more than a thousand words." This one says at least 578:
Until later . . .
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 578
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 158
There is a saying that goes "Sometimes pictures say more than a thousand words." This one says at least 578:
Until later . . .
**DING**
It was Passover 1996.
For whatever reason I decided I was going to keep Passover. I had never done this in the past, but my mind was dead-set on it. The first few days were somewhat easy. At the time, I was working part-time at a Pediatrician's office while attending college. Their office was located in the professional building of a local hospital. If I ever neglected to take lunch with me I knew I could always get something at the cafeteria. On one of these days as I went through the line I asked for a hamburger with no bun. The lady stared at me as if I originated from another planet. Low-carb diets such as Atkins and South Beach hadn't taken-off mainstream yet and the likelihood that the lunch lady had encountered other Jews was slim to none so I completely understood her reaction. Or, at least that is what I'm going to believe. So there I was, with a to go box that contained a hamburger patty - no bun - and fries. It seemed kind of wrong, but it was what it was. That following Saturday the office was open and someone had brought in donuts to ease the pain of having to work during the weekend. Not to long after I arrived without thinking twice I grabbed one out of the box and took a bite. That's when I stopped and thought, "Crap Monkey!" (Ok, so it wasn't that exact phrase since I hadn't started using it yet, but it was something to that effect.) Regardless, my keeping of Passover was ruined. That night I went out for a burger - with a bun. I was out of the race.
In the years following I would attempt one or two more times to keep Passover. All without success. It wouldn't be until Passover 2008 that I would put a sincere effort into the process.
I often wonder why I tried to keep Passover all the sudden. It might have had something to do with the fact that Passover started on a Saturday evening that year. I attend both first and second night Seder that year. (A first for me.) Maybe I figured since I was off to a good start having made it through Saturday and Sunday successfully I would see how long I could last. I just had to figure out a game plan for the remaining 6 days.
The game plan was simple. I wasn't going to go hardcore. When I say hardcore I mean I would only avoid things that were blatantly bread. If I could avoid other items that was great, but not required. If I did avoid anything beyond that I would give myself a gold star for the additional effort. However, if I didn't then I wasn't about to beat myself up about it or dropout of the race. As I look back, I owe credit for this plan to a good friend who had transitioned from Reform Judaism to Orthodox observance a few years prior. They didn't just one day say "I'm going to be Orthodox" and then **DING** they observed everything they were suppose to. It was a slow, but sure transition. My observance of Passover would be the same. That year it was just about avoiding bread. I would set myself up with a box of matzot, fruit slice candies and some other non-bread foods to get started. I had a few stumbles during that go around. Like the time I went to McDonald's for lunch and it wasn't until I got back to my office that I realized I had not asked them for no bun with my sandwich. I just ended up eating fries for lunch that day. However, overall I made it through my 6 days without bread and I even managed to avoid other items beyond "blatantly bread" despite the fact I had given myself a get out of jail free card on those things. Once Passover ended I had a big ole' slice of pizza for dinner.
Last year, I challenged myself a bit more. This time anything with yeast was forbidden as well. My get out of jail free card applied to items with oats, rice and corn syrup. (These are all additional items are forbidden for Ashkenazi Jews during Passover as well.) I wouldn't blatantly try to eat them, but if I did it was ok. Once again, I wouldn't beat myself up about it. This was a good thing as it was during Passover 2009 my obsession with having oatmeal for breakfast began. As the week unfolded I did however stay away from rice and I was acutely aware of my corn syrup intake as well.
After Passover was over I would hold out another week or two before the first piece of bread would be consuming. As we discussed our Passover experiences with some friends of mine I joked that in 2010 I was going to deem myself a Sephardic Jew with a simple **DING** at sunset on the first night and turn back into an Ashkenazi Jew with another simple **DING** at sunset on the last day. That way I wouldn't have to worry about the no rice, oats or corn syrup matter. However, it was just kidding around. My next step in taking this observance to the next level was going to be entail avoiding corn syrup during Passover. I had done it back in November 2008 for a month so 8 days would be nothing. Little did that another family member's gift would shake-up that resolution.
It's Passover 2010. Last night was first night Seder which I attended at my family's house. I was all prepared for my latest and greatest venture in observing Passover. However, while we waited for everyone to arrive some interesting information was shared with me. It turns out one of my brothers recently had his ancestry traced back thousands and thousands of years with a simple DNA swab. He received the information from our dad's side. As it turns out, my patrilineal line originates back to Israel. Yes, there is a portion of me, somewhere down the line, that is Israeli and thus Sephardic. All this shared with me literally on the cusp of when I was about to deem myself Sephardic for the week.
Needless, to say there was no **DING** ceremony last night. No need. Though I do plan to celebrate this new revelation sometime this week by partaking in Sushi. However, I don't know if it changes my mind about about the whole corn syrup challenge. It's always nice to have something to work towards. I guess I'll have to see as the week unfolds.
To all that celebrate - Chag Sameach! And, I will see you at the pizza place next Tuesday night.
Until later . . .
For whatever reason I decided I was going to keep Passover. I had never done this in the past, but my mind was dead-set on it. The first few days were somewhat easy. At the time, I was working part-time at a Pediatrician's office while attending college. Their office was located in the professional building of a local hospital. If I ever neglected to take lunch with me I knew I could always get something at the cafeteria. On one of these days as I went through the line I asked for a hamburger with no bun. The lady stared at me as if I originated from another planet. Low-carb diets such as Atkins and South Beach hadn't taken-off mainstream yet and the likelihood that the lunch lady had encountered other Jews was slim to none so I completely understood her reaction. Or, at least that is what I'm going to believe. So there I was, with a to go box that contained a hamburger patty - no bun - and fries. It seemed kind of wrong, but it was what it was. That following Saturday the office was open and someone had brought in donuts to ease the pain of having to work during the weekend. Not to long after I arrived without thinking twice I grabbed one out of the box and took a bite. That's when I stopped and thought, "Crap Monkey!" (Ok, so it wasn't that exact phrase since I hadn't started using it yet, but it was something to that effect.) Regardless, my keeping of Passover was ruined. That night I went out for a burger - with a bun. I was out of the race.
In the years following I would attempt one or two more times to keep Passover. All without success. It wouldn't be until Passover 2008 that I would put a sincere effort into the process.
I often wonder why I tried to keep Passover all the sudden. It might have had something to do with the fact that Passover started on a Saturday evening that year. I attend both first and second night Seder that year. (A first for me.) Maybe I figured since I was off to a good start having made it through Saturday and Sunday successfully I would see how long I could last. I just had to figure out a game plan for the remaining 6 days.
The game plan was simple. I wasn't going to go hardcore. When I say hardcore I mean I would only avoid things that were blatantly bread. If I could avoid other items that was great, but not required. If I did avoid anything beyond that I would give myself a gold star for the additional effort. However, if I didn't then I wasn't about to beat myself up about it or dropout of the race. As I look back, I owe credit for this plan to a good friend who had transitioned from Reform Judaism to Orthodox observance a few years prior. They didn't just one day say "I'm going to be Orthodox" and then **DING** they observed everything they were suppose to. It was a slow, but sure transition. My observance of Passover would be the same. That year it was just about avoiding bread. I would set myself up with a box of matzot, fruit slice candies and some other non-bread foods to get started. I had a few stumbles during that go around. Like the time I went to McDonald's for lunch and it wasn't until I got back to my office that I realized I had not asked them for no bun with my sandwich. I just ended up eating fries for lunch that day. However, overall I made it through my 6 days without bread and I even managed to avoid other items beyond "blatantly bread" despite the fact I had given myself a get out of jail free card on those things. Once Passover ended I had a big ole' slice of pizza for dinner.
Last year, I challenged myself a bit more. This time anything with yeast was forbidden as well. My get out of jail free card applied to items with oats, rice and corn syrup. (These are all additional items are forbidden for Ashkenazi Jews during Passover as well.) I wouldn't blatantly try to eat them, but if I did it was ok. Once again, I wouldn't beat myself up about it. This was a good thing as it was during Passover 2009 my obsession with having oatmeal for breakfast began. As the week unfolded I did however stay away from rice and I was acutely aware of my corn syrup intake as well.
After Passover was over I would hold out another week or two before the first piece of bread would be consuming. As we discussed our Passover experiences with some friends of mine I joked that in 2010 I was going to deem myself a Sephardic Jew with a simple **DING** at sunset on the first night and turn back into an Ashkenazi Jew with another simple **DING** at sunset on the last day. That way I wouldn't have to worry about the no rice, oats or corn syrup matter. However, it was just kidding around. My next step in taking this observance to the next level was going to be entail avoiding corn syrup during Passover. I had done it back in November 2008 for a month so 8 days would be nothing. Little did that another family member's gift would shake-up that resolution.
It's Passover 2010. Last night was first night Seder which I attended at my family's house. I was all prepared for my latest and greatest venture in observing Passover. However, while we waited for everyone to arrive some interesting information was shared with me. It turns out one of my brothers recently had his ancestry traced back thousands and thousands of years with a simple DNA swab. He received the information from our dad's side. As it turns out, my patrilineal line originates back to Israel. Yes, there is a portion of me, somewhere down the line, that is Israeli and thus Sephardic. All this shared with me literally on the cusp of when I was about to deem myself Sephardic for the week.
Needless, to say there was no **DING** ceremony last night. No need. Though I do plan to celebrate this new revelation sometime this week by partaking in Sushi. However, I don't know if it changes my mind about about the whole corn syrup challenge. It's always nice to have something to work towards. I guess I'll have to see as the week unfolds.
To all that celebrate - Chag Sameach! And, I will see you at the pizza place next Tuesday night.
Until later . . .
27.3.10
Speaking Of Family
The family member I spoke of in my post yesterday died in their sleep overnight. Instead of writing a post about them I say a few words about my family as a whole in their honor.
One of my favorite parts about my family is when we all come together for family dinners. In my lifetime, I have had the pleasure of living close to both my mother's and father's sides of the family.
Family dinner with my mother's side is crazy. Between my aunt, uncle, cousins and cousin's kids we are a large group. Seriously, everyone combined gives the Duggar's a run for their money. When I was attending college I went out to dinner with my family a lot. (Obviously I also attended a lot of family dinners as well.) Needless to say, we are a sizable group and I quickly learned that the only way you can get a word in edgewise during the conversation was to just jump in. However, that wasn't always the case. I had to learn that skill. Periodically, if there was something I wanted to say I would raise my hand and patiently wait my turn. Clearly I wasn't in school, but it was my special way of saying I wanted in on the conversation and I was going to wait as long as I needed to. I have to say it got the attention of those at the table. For all the craziness, I have a special fondness for the chaos those family dinners brought.
A side of my family that I have had many family dinners with over the course of my life is with family on my father's side. This includes all my brothers and sils, nieces and nephews and extended family. This crowd is not as large as the mentioned above. However, dinners with them are just as special. For me one of the things that stands out most from these dinners is the level of conversation. Not that the conversation at other family dinners I've attended are shabby. It's just that I find the topics of conversation at these dinners to span a great spectrum. One minute we're talking pop culture and the next religion, politics or psychology. Other times we're reminiscing about the past and making fun of one another.
These are just one of many reasons I enjoy family dinners and I am thankful to have these people in my life.
Until later . . .
One of my favorite parts about my family is when we all come together for family dinners. In my lifetime, I have had the pleasure of living close to both my mother's and father's sides of the family.
Family dinner with my mother's side is crazy. Between my aunt, uncle, cousins and cousin's kids we are a large group. Seriously, everyone combined gives the Duggar's a run for their money. When I was attending college I went out to dinner with my family a lot. (Obviously I also attended a lot of family dinners as well.) Needless to say, we are a sizable group and I quickly learned that the only way you can get a word in edgewise during the conversation was to just jump in. However, that wasn't always the case. I had to learn that skill. Periodically, if there was something I wanted to say I would raise my hand and patiently wait my turn. Clearly I wasn't in school, but it was my special way of saying I wanted in on the conversation and I was going to wait as long as I needed to. I have to say it got the attention of those at the table. For all the craziness, I have a special fondness for the chaos those family dinners brought.
A side of my family that I have had many family dinners with over the course of my life is with family on my father's side. This includes all my brothers and sils, nieces and nephews and extended family. This crowd is not as large as the mentioned above. However, dinners with them are just as special. For me one of the things that stands out most from these dinners is the level of conversation. Not that the conversation at other family dinners I've attended are shabby. It's just that I find the topics of conversation at these dinners to span a great spectrum. One minute we're talking pop culture and the next religion, politics or psychology. Other times we're reminiscing about the past and making fun of one another.
These are just one of many reasons I enjoy family dinners and I am thankful to have these people in my life.
Until later . . .
Socktacular Saturday (Double Dose): Skills
There are a few new sock knitting skills I need to learn.
First and foremost, mending holes. Apparently I love the Harry Potter socks enough to wear them all the time and this in turn as created one or two holes. On this particular pair I've just mended them in a half-ass way. You can totally tell that there are issues with them. Once when I was telling someone about this they said this type of stitching brings "character" to the sock. Ok, I can go with that logic. However, I'd like to limit that mindset as much as possible.
Where does that leave me? Well, that means I need to learn how to darn a sock. One of my friends once showed me how to do it, but honestly I am intimidated by the process. Remember, you're talking to the same person who can't remember the Kitchener stitch repetition - even if it was a matter of life or death.
When the time comes I will tackle this challenge, until that point I guess my socks will just have a lot of character.
Until later . . .
First and foremost, mending holes. Apparently I love the Harry Potter socks enough to wear them all the time and this in turn as created one or two holes. On this particular pair I've just mended them in a half-ass way. You can totally tell that there are issues with them. Once when I was telling someone about this they said this type of stitching brings "character" to the sock. Ok, I can go with that logic. However, I'd like to limit that mindset as much as possible.
Where does that leave me? Well, that means I need to learn how to darn a sock. One of my friends once showed me how to do it, but honestly I am intimidated by the process. Remember, you're talking to the same person who can't remember the Kitchener stitch repetition - even if it was a matter of life or death.
When the time comes I will tackle this challenge, until that point I guess my socks will just have a lot of character.
Until later . . .
Socktacular Saturday (Double Dose): Pattern Prep
I was going to post this last week . . . but it didn't happen, so here you go.
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I started a prototype of BFF's birthday sock. It's been a several months since I really thought about them so I figured it was better to workout the details before starting the actual pair. I believe this will save me a lot of frustration in the long run.
All seems to be going well and I believe it won't be long before I get started on the actual pair. Unlike the two other sock patterns I have created, I will have pen and paper by my side to write down what I'm doing step by step. tomorrow Once I have the pattern down for good I will start her sock.
Doing all this has also got me thinking about the pedicure socks I made for mom. The pattern has been requested by several individuals. I would like to give it to them but the most I have written down are some notes here and there. This has me However, that doesn't mean I have forgotten about writing up the pattern for the pedicure sock I made for my mom. That is definitely a prototype. There are several "enhancements" the final version. They next pair of pedicure socks are for yours truly so have been surveying my stash carefully trying to decide what color I wish to make them in. Of course, once they are done I'll need to take them out to the salon for a christening - when weather conditions warrant socks.
Until later . . .
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I started a prototype of BFF's birthday sock. It's been a several months since I really thought about them so I figured it was better to workout the details before starting the actual pair. I believe this will save me a lot of frustration in the long run.
All seems to be going well and I believe it won't be long before I get started on the actual pair. Unlike the two other sock patterns I have created, I will have pen and paper by my side to write down what I'm doing step by step. tomorrow Once I have the pattern down for good I will start her sock.
Doing all this has also got me thinking about the pedicure socks I made for mom. The pattern has been requested by several individuals. I would like to give it to them but the most I have written down are some notes here and there. This has me However, that doesn't mean I have forgotten about writing up the pattern for the pedicure sock I made for my mom. That is definitely a prototype. There are several "enhancements" the final version. They next pair of pedicure socks are for yours truly so have been surveying my stash carefully trying to decide what color I wish to make them in. Of course, once they are done I'll need to take them out to the salon for a christening - when weather conditions warrant socks.
Until later . . .
26.3.10
And In The End
The life of someone I love very much will be ending soon. (Or, at least that is what I am anticipating unless a miracle arises.) A family member.
A few weeks ago I got the news that they had been checked into the hospital and last I had heard they were getting better. However, the news is different today. At the end of the day things don't look good.
Though reality is staring me right in the face, I have to admit I'm still in denial a bit. This loss will leave a void in my life. Each of my family members plays a role in my life and this person has not been an exception. They have always been one of the greatest sources of hope and optimism for me during times when mine was dwindling.
One of my favorites things about them is their spunk and vigor. They where never afraid to just ask the questions no one else would ever dare ask. And, they just asked it. No sugar coating the question. Truth be told, I actually admired this quality.
I hope their final days are peaceful ones. I hope they realize how much I loved them and the lasting impact they have made in my life.
Until later . . .
A few weeks ago I got the news that they had been checked into the hospital and last I had heard they were getting better. However, the news is different today. At the end of the day things don't look good.
Though reality is staring me right in the face, I have to admit I'm still in denial a bit. This loss will leave a void in my life. Each of my family members plays a role in my life and this person has not been an exception. They have always been one of the greatest sources of hope and optimism for me during times when mine was dwindling.
One of my favorites things about them is their spunk and vigor. They where never afraid to just ask the questions no one else would ever dare ask. And, they just asked it. No sugar coating the question. Truth be told, I actually admired this quality.
I hope their final days are peaceful ones. I hope they realize how much I loved them and the lasting impact they have made in my life.
Until later . . .
Face Lift
Spring weather is right around the corner . . .
So I thought I'd give this page a little redesign. I anticipate there to be more changes in the days to come, but for now I'm pleased with it. I hope you like it as much as I do!
Until later . . .
So I thought I'd give this page a little redesign. I anticipate there to be more changes in the days to come, but for now I'm pleased with it. I hope you like it as much as I do!
Until later . . .
25.3.10
I'm A Happy Girl
I'll be honest, when Shara @ Desperate Madness asked us to write about the happiest moment we could remember my first thought was, "Great! what if we can't come up with anything?"
No, it's not that I don't have any happy memories or that there isn't one thing that makes me happy. I just wasn't exactly in a "happy" mindset at the time so my first reaction was just that - my first reaction.
After I got over it and had time to after ruminate I decided to attack this topic in a "different" way. Ok, so maybe my "different" approach is a bit of a cop-out (not as many words to put together), but this presentation does really represent a lot of happy memories.
The video montage below contains photos, and video, I've taken over the past two years (with the exception of one picture). All the things shown have happy memories attached to them in some way, shape or form. The music chosen is by an artist I enjoy listening too.
Shara - I'm dedicating this entry to you. Thank you for putting my mind in a happy place this week. When I came up with this idea I thought of you immediately because I know we both share a passion for photography.
Now that you have seen some of the things that make me "happy," you can see what makes my fellow bloggers happy as well:
Jenn @ Charmingly Random
Mel @ Me!!!
Until later . . .
No, it's not that I don't have any happy memories or that there isn't one thing that makes me happy. I just wasn't exactly in a "happy" mindset at the time so my first reaction was just that - my first reaction.
After I got over it and had time to after ruminate I decided to attack this topic in a "different" way. Ok, so maybe my "different" approach is a bit of a cop-out (not as many words to put together), but this presentation does really represent a lot of happy memories.
The video montage below contains photos, and video, I've taken over the past two years (with the exception of one picture). All the things shown have happy memories attached to them in some way, shape or form. The music chosen is by an artist I enjoy listening too.
Shara - I'm dedicating this entry to you. Thank you for putting my mind in a happy place this week. When I came up with this idea I thought of you immediately because I know we both share a passion for photography.
Now that you have seen some of the things that make me "happy," you can see what makes my fellow bloggers happy as well:
Jenn @ Charmingly Random
Mel @ Me!!!
Until later . . .
24.3.10
Pot. Kettle. Black.
• Why does the pot always pretend to not be similar to the kettle? Seriously!
• Outside the box. Totally outside the box!
• Chocolate milk - need I say more?
• Passover Pancakes?
• A frog keychain with a LED light . . . Ribbit!
• Second 1: Huh? Second Two: Oh! Second Three: Eww . . .
• How is one to leave you a message when the answering machine keeps cutting them off?
• Gas Station Dancing
• "It does - period!" "It doesn't - exclamation point."
• It's as though they never saw someone in a dress and heels before.
• Bias
• "The sun is out today, I plan to think in a positive manner until otherwise needed."
• Found everything, BUT what I was looking for.
• Tempting. So, freakin' tempting!
Until later . . .
• Outside the box. Totally outside the box!
• Chocolate milk - need I say more?
• Passover Pancakes?
• A frog keychain with a LED light . . . Ribbit!
• Second 1: Huh? Second Two: Oh! Second Three: Eww . . .
• How is one to leave you a message when the answering machine keeps cutting them off?
• Gas Station Dancing
• "It does - period!" "It doesn't - exclamation point."
• It's as though they never saw someone in a dress and heels before.
• Bias
• "The sun is out today, I plan to think in a positive manner until otherwise needed."
• Found everything, BUT what I was looking for.
• Tempting. So, freakin' tempting!
Until later . . .
This Time
I wasn't sleeping. I was goofing around with my computer last night and never got around to the sock blankie update. Ooops! So, here it goes:
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 23, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 562
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 174
Yes. Yes. Last night was all about playing around with programs on my computer that I knew existed, but never even thought to touch.
Blankie progress has slowed down a bit. Partially due to working on other projects and also the fact that I have stepped-away from knitting this past weekend as well. I know! No virtual world and no knitting all signs something is severely wrong. Thankfully all is right with the world once again and I'm back to both so don't fret.
That's all I really have for now. Must get back to today's pressing business.
Until later . . .
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 23, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 562
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 174
Yes. Yes. Last night was all about playing around with programs on my computer that I knew existed, but never even thought to touch.
Blankie progress has slowed down a bit. Partially due to working on other projects and also the fact that I have stepped-away from knitting this past weekend as well. I know! No virtual world and no knitting all signs something is severely wrong. Thankfully all is right with the world once again and I'm back to both so don't fret.
That's all I really have for now. Must get back to today's pressing business.
Until later . . .
23.3.10
Testing. Testing. 1. . . 2 . . . 3 . . .
Is this thing on? Of course it is. It just hasn't been as active as it usually is.
Ok, I know this is a cliché way to start a post, once again, acknowledging my absence from the blogosphere, but I think it's at least a little more interesting than, "Yeah, I know. I've been a special kind of absent lately."
This weekend:
• Was semi-busy/semi-relaxing which I believe is the balance I keep saying I'm searching for. (At least that is the mindset I'm going to take at this moment in time.)
• A trip that normally takes me an hour took me two hours. I'm sure the four stops along the way added to the delay.
• I learned that people look at you in an odd manner if you go to the library all dressed up. Does no one stop at the library on the way to a party?
• I decided to take a break from my virtual world to some extent. It's nice to take a step back and enjoy the real world a bit. Don't you think?
Recently I decided that spring cleaning is not only about purging things out of your physical space, but also out of your virtual world as well. It's amazing how messy and disorganized it can get. Surprisingly it also has many facets to it. I seem to find new places that need cleaning everyday. So now there is a little more hard-drive space that has been cleared in this realm of my life. Not enough, but it's a start!
Until later . . .
Ok, I know this is a cliché way to start a post, once again, acknowledging my absence from the blogosphere, but I think it's at least a little more interesting than, "Yeah, I know. I've been a special kind of absent lately."
This weekend:
• Was semi-busy/semi-relaxing which I believe is the balance I keep saying I'm searching for. (At least that is the mindset I'm going to take at this moment in time.)
• A trip that normally takes me an hour took me two hours. I'm sure the four stops along the way added to the delay.
• I learned that people look at you in an odd manner if you go to the library all dressed up. Does no one stop at the library on the way to a party?
• I decided to take a break from my virtual world to some extent. It's nice to take a step back and enjoy the real world a bit. Don't you think?
Recently I decided that spring cleaning is not only about purging things out of your physical space, but also out of your virtual world as well. It's amazing how messy and disorganized it can get. Surprisingly it also has many facets to it. I seem to find new places that need cleaning everyday. So now there is a little more hard-drive space that has been cleared in this realm of my life. Not enough, but it's a start!
Until later . . .
19.3.10
Retracing My Steps
I've completed walking up 78% of a 100 story skyscraper.
Or, in the past two days I've taken 78% of the steps needed to go up a 100 story skyscraper. That is according to the pedometer on my new Nano. After months and months of consideration I finally decided to get the iPod Nano. To go along with it I go one of the Nike+iPod sensors thingies. My goal is to track my progress this coming summer and ideally get to a point where I am running - not walking.
So, I looked at the number of steps I took today. Ten hours after I had picked up my iPod I had taken over 2,400 steps. Wow! I couldn't believe it. How did I get so many. So, I started retracing my steps - literally!
It started with all the running around I did getting my crap together before I left my place today. Then there was the three or four laps I took around the bookstore - and that is after I found what I was looking for. Oh, can't forget the trip to the bakery for some Smiley Face goodness. Lastly there was the two trips to two different grocery stores. As it would be there were steps I took today that weren't recorded on my pedometer. Like the ones that found me running after Medium and later when Medium was chasing me. There was the trip to the mailbox as well. And last, but not at all least, the steps I took to my messenger bag that reminded me I never looked at the strategic plan for my volunteer project or the stack of training hours that need to get entered into my spreadsheet - oops!
Looks like tomorrow's steps will include some to a coffee shop where I can take care of some of those adult responsibilities I keep forgetting.
Until later . . .
Or, in the past two days I've taken 78% of the steps needed to go up a 100 story skyscraper. That is according to the pedometer on my new Nano. After months and months of consideration I finally decided to get the iPod Nano. To go along with it I go one of the Nike+iPod sensors thingies. My goal is to track my progress this coming summer and ideally get to a point where I am running - not walking.
So, I looked at the number of steps I took today. Ten hours after I had picked up my iPod I had taken over 2,400 steps. Wow! I couldn't believe it. How did I get so many. So, I started retracing my steps - literally!
It started with all the running around I did getting my crap together before I left my place today. Then there was the three or four laps I took around the bookstore - and that is after I found what I was looking for. Oh, can't forget the trip to the bakery for some Smiley Face goodness. Lastly there was the two trips to two different grocery stores. As it would be there were steps I took today that weren't recorded on my pedometer. Like the ones that found me running after Medium and later when Medium was chasing me. There was the trip to the mailbox as well. And last, but not at all least, the steps I took to my messenger bag that reminded me I never looked at the strategic plan for my volunteer project or the stack of training hours that need to get entered into my spreadsheet - oops!
Looks like tomorrow's steps will include some to a coffee shop where I can take care of some of those adult responsibilities I keep forgetting.
Until later . . .
18.3.10
Make A Decision And Don't Look Back?
Merriam-Webster online defines Regret as follows:
"1. a : to mourn the loss or death of b : to miss very much
2 : to be very sorry for"
I rarely regret my actions. Sorry for them, yes, regret them not necessarily. I believe things happen for a reason and make us who we are. In the long run, I believe I am a better person today than I was yesterday and will be a better person tomorrow than I am today because of my choices. Even the choices that may have not been the best ones. They have made me whom I am and I have learned from them. (At least in theory.)
So why look back? Well, I think it's only human to periodically look back and reflect on the past and wonder if the grass really would have been "greener on the other side."
This week, like on "This American Life," my Thursday post will be written in "acts." I'll be looking at some paths I didn't take in life that I periodically look back upon and think "what if?"
Act One: The Education Not Taken
Act Two: The Career Not Taken
Act Three: The Boy Not Taken
Act One: The Education Not Taken
Education.
As I mentioned last week, I love learning. If I could figure out a way to get paid to learn I would jump on the opportunity in a heartbeat.
I have never had much faith in myself academically and though I had solid grades, my SAT and ACT scores painted a different picture. (Have I mentioned my thoughts on standardized testing lately?)
Instead of taking a chance and applying to some of my "dream" colleges, I applied to those I was sure I'd be accepted to - for undergraduate AND graduate school. Even though there was some doubt on whether I'd get in to TCU I was still significantly confident that I would make it in - especially as a transfer student.
If I could change this part of my life, I would have taken more of a chance when applying to schools. I would have sent a few applications to schools where my odds were not as great. Maybe I would have been pleasantly surprised. Who knows where that education and school affiliation would have taken me in my life and career? Perhaps I would have pursued a different course of study.
And, so the questions about the path not taken begin . . .
Act Two: The Career Not Taken
This is one of the things I will definitely put on a "regret" list any day of the week.
BFF and I are radio stars. Well, at least once upon a time we were. I have proof... it's on a recorded cassette tape I keep with random items from my childhood. We had our own radio show. At least that one summer afternoon we did. That was my only taste of being a "Radio DJ."
In Jr. High, one of the local DJs came to our school and talked to our class about broadcasting. I was memorized and my interest was peaked even more then it was before. A few years later, I received the chance to audition for a spot on my high school's radio station. In my heart of hearts, I pinpoint this as one of those moments that changed the course of my life. I stood there for at least a good 10 minutes debating about what I was going to do. It was like flipping a coin. Heads - Yes, I'll audition. Tails - No way in hell!
Inside, my outgoing self was screaming, "Seriously! You're considering not doing this? How can that be?" On the outside, my painfully shy self quickly muzzled my outgoing self just enough to pass-up the opportunity. That next fall, during my junior year of high school, I joined the yearbook staff. That was the start of my interest in journalism which would eventually lead me to pursue a degree in Advertising/Public Relations.
Over the years I can't tell you how many times I think about that moment. Especially during a period of time over the past year that I had the chance to meet some local radio personalities and see them working. As I watched them perform I kept wondering, "What if?"
And the questions about the path not taken continue . . .
Act Three: The Boy Not Taken
In the beginning of our relationship, I was talking to three different guys. The Ex, Deli Guy and Phone Guy. The Ex knew about Deli Guy, but he didn't know about Phone Guy. Actually, BFF didn't even know about PG. It was evident from the very beginning that there was nothing there. So, it was just The Ex and DG. Like I said, The Ex knew about "the other guy." I think that was clue number 1,000 that I was way more into TE. BFF once asked me if I ever wondered what would have happened if I had chosen DG instead of TE. Definite NO. He's not the "what if" boy. The boy I used to wonder about was many years earlier. Someone I thought would always be there and like any perfect fairy tale I would end up with. What they don't tell you about fairy tales is that part of "happily ever after" is timing. Sometimes timing we can't control even when we would like to.
It was after the first of the year and we agreed to go out for dinner that cold Friday evening. I actually remember the conversation like it was yesterday. We weren't very decisive, but we eventually agreed upon a restaurant.
As we waited for our table I internally debated with myself when I was going to bring it up. Tonight was the night I wanted to talk about the possibility of there being an "us" again. I was ready to take the plunge. However, apparently my gut wasn't because we spent the whole evening talking about everything except "us." Not to long after that he met his wife. I was shattered. I mean completely shattered. Whenever we spoke and he mentioned his problems with her I secretly hoped this meant they were breaking up. (I know! I'm an awful friend!) They didn't break up. As I mentioned, she is his wife now.
The beauty of this "act" is that this is one path not taken I have an answer for. It is one path I am thankful I did not take even though at the time I was on the totally opposite end of the spectrum. Our love story would not have ended "happily ever after." Actually, I believe the pursuit of happily ever after would have damaged our relationship (our friendship) more than anything. This is one path that thrived on possibility rather than practicality.
Ok, so maybe the questions actually do stop (at least for this path they do) . . .
................................................................................................
Now that I have shared my thoughts on "the path not taken," I encourage you to read what my blogging sisters have to say about their "paths not taken."
Jenn @ Charmingly Random
Mel @ Me!!!
Shara @ Desperate Madness
Until later . . .
"1. a : to mourn the loss or death of b : to miss very much
2 : to be very sorry for
I rarely regret my actions. Sorry for them, yes, regret them not necessarily. I believe things happen for a reason and make us who we are. In the long run, I believe I am a better person today than I was yesterday and will be a better person tomorrow than I am today because of my choices. Even the choices that may have not been the best ones. They have made me whom I am and I have learned from them. (At least in theory.)
So why look back? Well, I think it's only human to periodically look back and reflect on the past and wonder if the grass really would have been "greener on the other side."
This week, like on "This American Life," my Thursday post will be written in "acts." I'll be looking at some paths I didn't take in life that I periodically look back upon and think "what if?"
Act One: The Education Not Taken
Act Two: The Career Not Taken
Act Three: The Boy Not Taken
Act One: The Education Not Taken
Education.
As I mentioned last week, I love learning. If I could figure out a way to get paid to learn I would jump on the opportunity in a heartbeat.
I have never had much faith in myself academically and though I had solid grades, my SAT and ACT scores painted a different picture. (Have I mentioned my thoughts on standardized testing lately?)
Instead of taking a chance and applying to some of my "dream" colleges, I applied to those I was sure I'd be accepted to - for undergraduate AND graduate school. Even though there was some doubt on whether I'd get in to TCU I was still significantly confident that I would make it in - especially as a transfer student.
If I could change this part of my life, I would have taken more of a chance when applying to schools. I would have sent a few applications to schools where my odds were not as great. Maybe I would have been pleasantly surprised. Who knows where that education and school affiliation would have taken me in my life and career? Perhaps I would have pursued a different course of study.
And, so the questions about the path not taken begin . . .
Act Two: The Career Not Taken
This is one of the things I will definitely put on a "regret" list any day of the week.
BFF and I are radio stars. Well, at least once upon a time we were. I have proof... it's on a recorded cassette tape I keep with random items from my childhood. We had our own radio show. At least that one summer afternoon we did. That was my only taste of being a "Radio DJ."
In Jr. High, one of the local DJs came to our school and talked to our class about broadcasting. I was memorized and my interest was peaked even more then it was before. A few years later, I received the chance to audition for a spot on my high school's radio station. In my heart of hearts, I pinpoint this as one of those moments that changed the course of my life. I stood there for at least a good 10 minutes debating about what I was going to do. It was like flipping a coin. Heads - Yes, I'll audition. Tails - No way in hell!
Inside, my outgoing self was screaming, "Seriously! You're considering not doing this? How can that be?" On the outside, my painfully shy self quickly muzzled my outgoing self just enough to pass-up the opportunity. That next fall, during my junior year of high school, I joined the yearbook staff. That was the start of my interest in journalism which would eventually lead me to pursue a degree in Advertising/Public Relations.
Over the years I can't tell you how many times I think about that moment. Especially during a period of time over the past year that I had the chance to meet some local radio personalities and see them working. As I watched them perform I kept wondering, "What if?"
And the questions about the path not taken continue . . .
Act Three: The Boy Not Taken
In the beginning of our relationship, I was talking to three different guys. The Ex, Deli Guy and Phone Guy. The Ex knew about Deli Guy, but he didn't know about Phone Guy. Actually, BFF didn't even know about PG. It was evident from the very beginning that there was nothing there. So, it was just The Ex and DG. Like I said, The Ex knew about "the other guy." I think that was clue number 1,000 that I was way more into TE. BFF once asked me if I ever wondered what would have happened if I had chosen DG instead of TE. Definite NO. He's not the "what if" boy. The boy I used to wonder about was many years earlier. Someone I thought would always be there and like any perfect fairy tale I would end up with. What they don't tell you about fairy tales is that part of "happily ever after" is timing. Sometimes timing we can't control even when we would like to.
It was after the first of the year and we agreed to go out for dinner that cold Friday evening. I actually remember the conversation like it was yesterday. We weren't very decisive, but we eventually agreed upon a restaurant.
As we waited for our table I internally debated with myself when I was going to bring it up. Tonight was the night I wanted to talk about the possibility of there being an "us" again. I was ready to take the plunge. However, apparently my gut wasn't because we spent the whole evening talking about everything except "us." Not to long after that he met his wife. I was shattered. I mean completely shattered. Whenever we spoke and he mentioned his problems with her I secretly hoped this meant they were breaking up. (I know! I'm an awful friend!) They didn't break up. As I mentioned, she is his wife now.
The beauty of this "act" is that this is one path not taken I have an answer for. It is one path I am thankful I did not take even though at the time I was on the totally opposite end of the spectrum. Our love story would not have ended "happily ever after." Actually, I believe the pursuit of happily ever after would have damaged our relationship (our friendship) more than anything. This is one path that thrived on possibility rather than practicality.
Ok, so maybe the questions actually do stop (at least for this path they do) . . .
................................................................................................
Now that I have shared my thoughts on "the path not taken," I encourage you to read what my blogging sisters have to say about their "paths not taken."
Jenn @ Charmingly Random
Mel @ Me!!!
Shara @ Desperate Madness
Until later . . .
17.3.10
I Don't Know
• Thank goodness green slime doesn't really fall from the sky when you say those three words, otherwise I'd be in great trouble.
• All it really needed was glass around it with a sign that reads "Break In Case Of Emergency."
• Extreme FAIL!
• It was if it was a Mikvah for yarn
• Waiting game
• Welcome Spring!
• This is one time I wish things didn't come in threes
• [Insert sarcastic remark]
• I heart Skype!
• What can I say - I mixed up the letters
• R.I.P.
• Adult responsibilities happen
• Nice librarians are my friends - library fines are not
• Knitting (fill in the blank).
Until later . . .
• All it really needed was glass around it with a sign that reads "Break In Case Of Emergency."
• Extreme FAIL!
• It was if it was a Mikvah for yarn
• Waiting game
• Welcome Spring!
• This is one time I wish things didn't come in threes
• [Insert sarcastic remark]
• I heart Skype!
• What can I say - I mixed up the letters
• R.I.P.
• Adult responsibilities happen
• Nice librarians are my friends - library fines are not
• Knitting (fill in the blank).
Until later . . .
Ode To Sleep
Blogging is one of the things that doesn't happen when you are catching up on sleep...
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 16, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 548
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 188
The original subject of this post was going to be "Mini Management."
Last Wednesday a fellow knitter asked a group of us if anyone wanted the plastic casing that once housed some bed sheets they had recently purchased. When the offer was made I literally leaped at it.
Some time ago, KP had bought new sheets and decided to use the plastic casing for storage for her unused minis. GREAT IDEA! Since then I've considered buying new bed sheets of my own. I needed some so why not? Well, I just haven't found ones I like and wasn't about to buy a set just for the hell of it. In the meantime, I've been using an old Ziploc bag to hold the minis I've used on Blankie, but need to save for my mom's blanket.
So, at the end of the day, I'm THRILLED by my latest mini management system acquisition. Thanks to KP for the idea!
Until later . . .
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 16, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 548
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 188
The original subject of this post was going to be "Mini Management."
Last Wednesday a fellow knitter asked a group of us if anyone wanted the plastic casing that once housed some bed sheets they had recently purchased. When the offer was made I literally leaped at it.
Some time ago, KP had bought new sheets and decided to use the plastic casing for storage for her unused minis. GREAT IDEA! Since then I've considered buying new bed sheets of my own. I needed some so why not? Well, I just haven't found ones I like and wasn't about to buy a set just for the hell of it. In the meantime, I've been using an old Ziploc bag to hold the minis I've used on Blankie, but need to save for my mom's blanket.
So, at the end of the day, I'm THRILLED by my latest mini management system acquisition. Thanks to KP for the idea!
Until later . . .
16.3.10
Remember When?
My brother has two wifes.
One he is legally married to and has two children with. And, one he's known since kindergarten - also known to us as his best friend Roscoe.
Roscoe and my brother have been inseparable since their first meeting in kindergarten . Growing up I was jealous of the relationship they had. I wanted at least one friend for whom I had known for years on end and I could complete the sense, "Remember when. . . " I wanted to know what it was like to have that history.
These days I don't feel that same jealousy that I once did towards their relationship (haven't in years actually). I attribute this to two things: 1) Maturity; and 2) I now have a handful of friendships that have spanned on average more than two decades. "Remember when" seems to be a phrase I utter often and often hear uttered to me.
Up until recently, I thought these type of long-term friendship were normal. Clearly everyone stays friends with their friends from yesteryear, right!? Then I got a reality check. No, that isn't the case. Actually, I'm starting to see it's the exception rather than the rule. This all made me realize maybe, just maybe, I've taken for granted this gift I've been granted.
I'm not sure how this all happened. One day all these folks were strangers and now they are family. In the blink of an eye. I guess that is the beauty of life-long friendships. You don't know how they happen - they just do and you don't think twice about it.
Today, I no longer look upon my brother's relationship with Roscoe in envy. Instead, I look upon it with appreciation and give thanks for all mine.
Until later . . .
One he is legally married to and has two children with. And, one he's known since kindergarten - also known to us as his best friend Roscoe.
Roscoe and my brother have been inseparable since their first meeting in kindergarten . Growing up I was jealous of the relationship they had. I wanted at least one friend for whom I had known for years on end and I could complete the sense, "Remember when. . . " I wanted to know what it was like to have that history.
These days I don't feel that same jealousy that I once did towards their relationship (haven't in years actually). I attribute this to two things: 1) Maturity; and 2) I now have a handful of friendships that have spanned on average more than two decades. "Remember when" seems to be a phrase I utter often and often hear uttered to me.
Up until recently, I thought these type of long-term friendship were normal. Clearly everyone stays friends with their friends from yesteryear, right!? Then I got a reality check. No, that isn't the case. Actually, I'm starting to see it's the exception rather than the rule. This all made me realize maybe, just maybe, I've taken for granted this gift I've been granted.
I'm not sure how this all happened. One day all these folks were strangers and now they are family. In the blink of an eye. I guess that is the beauty of life-long friendships. You don't know how they happen - they just do and you don't think twice about it.
Today, I no longer look upon my brother's relationship with Roscoe in envy. Instead, I look upon it with appreciation and give thanks for all mine.
Until later . . .
14.3.10
What's Next?
The Husband Socks are done!
(Pause for the Happy Dance!)
Ok, I'm done. Now the next question is what is next? The obvious answer is the BFF Socks. However, since this pattern only exists in my head (and not on paper) it's not as easy as it may seem. I know what I want them to look like and I know that I can make them look the way I want them to, but I haven't actually worked the pattern in something like 8 months. So, it's been a day or two. I'm thinking it might be time for another prototype again.
I have to admit, it's kind of nice to at least be thinking her socks again. I'm really excited! I like making up patterns - it's fun. Depending on how it works out maybe I'll write this one out as well.
All right, I'll stop rambling! I just wanted to report in that I have another finished object.
Until later . . .
(Pause for the Happy Dance!)
Ok, I'm done. Now the next question is what is next? The obvious answer is the BFF Socks. However, since this pattern only exists in my head (and not on paper) it's not as easy as it may seem. I know what I want them to look like and I know that I can make them look the way I want them to, but I haven't actually worked the pattern in something like 8 months. So, it's been a day or two. I'm thinking it might be time for another prototype again.
I have to admit, it's kind of nice to at least be thinking her socks again. I'm really excited! I like making up patterns - it's fun. Depending on how it works out maybe I'll write this one out as well.
All right, I'll stop rambling! I just wanted to report in that I have another finished object.
Until later . . .
13.3.10
Walkability
There is a web sites called "Walk Score" that will tell you how "walkable" your neighborhood is.
The mission of this site is: "The Walk Score mission is to promote walkable neighborhoods. We believe walkable neighborhoods are one of the simplest and most effective solutions to halt climate change, improve our health, and strengthen our communities."
"One of my favorite parts" of my neighborhood is its walkability. There are very few things you can't walk to in my hood. Coffee shops, restaurants, post office, library and transportation. There are even two (yes, two) yarn shops!
Today it was drizzling/raining. However, I needed to run to the post office. It had been awhile since I checked my PO Box and I feared it would be full. Even though it was wet it wasn't freezing cold so I walked. Aside from the fact that I really enjoy walking, it doesn't make sense for me not to walk - even in crappy, rainy weather.
It's exciting to think Spring and Summer are right around the corner. I will present even more chances to take advantage of the walkability this place has to offer.
Until later . . .
The mission of this site is: "The Walk Score mission is to promote walkable neighborhoods. We believe walkable neighborhoods are one of the simplest and most effective solutions to halt climate change, improve our health, and strengthen our communities."
"One of my favorite parts" of my neighborhood is its walkability. There are very few things you can't walk to in my hood. Coffee shops, restaurants, post office, library and transportation. There are even two (yes, two) yarn shops!
Today it was drizzling/raining. However, I needed to run to the post office. It had been awhile since I checked my PO Box and I feared it would be full. Even though it was wet it wasn't freezing cold so I walked. Aside from the fact that I really enjoy walking, it doesn't make sense for me not to walk - even in crappy, rainy weather.
It's exciting to think Spring and Summer are right around the corner. I will present even more chances to take advantage of the walkability this place has to offer.
Until later . . .
Socktacular Saturday: Down To The Gusset
And, I'm back!
To sock knitting that is. Like I mentioned recently, the Ravelympic re-energized my spirit to complete other projects outside of the sock blankie world. The result of this found new energy is being channeled towards the Husband Socks.
The Husband Socks were put in time-out awhile back because as I embarked on decreasing the toe I realized I had flubbed-up (twice) on the instep. I wanted to consider my options to rectify this situation. If the socks were for me there would have been a greater chance that I wouldn't have even thought even once about correcting this mistake. However, they aren't for me so I needed to correct the mistake.
Since last Sunday was dedicated to catching up on hibernating projects I took the Husband Socks out of time-out. After weighing my options I made a brave choice - I decide to frog the sock back to the row after my mistake. This literally meant frogging the toe and a majority of the instep. What made this choice even more crazy was that I did it without any lifelines or picking up stitch on a needle to prevent dropping unintended stitches. Yep, I just ripped-back my work; exposing live stitches to the possibility of raveling even more as I tried putting them back on the needles. Mind you, this was all done with extreme caution.
Three years ago, when I first started really knitting each time I dropped a stitch I would have a heart attack over it. There were many times I would fall asleep with my knitting on my lap and when I woke up I'd have a ton of dropped stitches. So, to get to a point that I didn't mind ripping back without some sort of safety net was a huge leap forward. A bit scary to do for the first time, but in the end I knew I could do it.
After putting the stitches on the needles AND making sure I had all the stitches needed, I proceeded to work on sock. As I posted earlier this week, I finished sock one and was starting on sock two. As of today, and this post, I am finished working the gusset decrease and ready to work the instep. The reality of the situation is that realistically I could finish the Husband Socks by tomorrow evening or Monday. This is a reality I like - a lot!
Until later . . .
To sock knitting that is. Like I mentioned recently, the Ravelympic re-energized my spirit to complete other projects outside of the sock blankie world. The result of this found new energy is being channeled towards the Husband Socks.
The Husband Socks were put in time-out awhile back because as I embarked on decreasing the toe I realized I had flubbed-up (twice) on the instep. I wanted to consider my options to rectify this situation. If the socks were for me there would have been a greater chance that I wouldn't have even thought even once about correcting this mistake. However, they aren't for me so I needed to correct the mistake.
Since last Sunday was dedicated to catching up on hibernating projects I took the Husband Socks out of time-out. After weighing my options I made a brave choice - I decide to frog the sock back to the row after my mistake. This literally meant frogging the toe and a majority of the instep. What made this choice even more crazy was that I did it without any lifelines or picking up stitch on a needle to prevent dropping unintended stitches. Yep, I just ripped-back my work; exposing live stitches to the possibility of raveling even more as I tried putting them back on the needles. Mind you, this was all done with extreme caution.
Three years ago, when I first started really knitting each time I dropped a stitch I would have a heart attack over it. There were many times I would fall asleep with my knitting on my lap and when I woke up I'd have a ton of dropped stitches. So, to get to a point that I didn't mind ripping back without some sort of safety net was a huge leap forward. A bit scary to do for the first time, but in the end I knew I could do it.
After putting the stitches on the needles AND making sure I had all the stitches needed, I proceeded to work on sock. As I posted earlier this week, I finished sock one and was starting on sock two. As of today, and this post, I am finished working the gusset decrease and ready to work the instep. The reality of the situation is that realistically I could finish the Husband Socks by tomorrow evening or Monday. This is a reality I like - a lot!
Until later . . .
12.3.10
In The Beginning
Yesterday, BFF wrote about knitting envy on her blog.
In the entry she mentioned how blown away she is by my work and how perfect it looks. It was very flattering, but I have to admit I chuckled a bit. It made me think of when I was just starting out over three years ago. I remember how eager I was to start making something other than practice squares. They were boring to do. I wanted to actually make something. Finally, I decided to make a scarf for a friend of the ex (who was also a friend of mine at the time). I wasn't taking pictures of my work back then so I have nothing to show you, but I can say I worked so hard on that scarf and was very proud of it. Just a two months after I "graduated" to making a blanket. The ex's cousin was having a baby and I would send them proud parents-to-be a baby blanket instead of something off their registry because it was more personal. Oh, I was so proud of that blanket. (Still no picture.) That was the start of my run making blankets. Below is a picture of one of those first blankets:
From a far it doesn't look like there are mistakes. But, up close . . .
Let me give you a little hint, it's not suppose to bell out like it does. Though subtle, there are definitely stitches that are picked up.
I guess what I'm getting at is that we all start somewhere and we all can't be "perfect" right out of the gate. This is just an example of where I started. My work these days is vastly improved however, I know there is more to learn. And, plenty more "beginner" looking finished objects to come.
So, BFF my words to you are to stick with it because one day I know I will be blown away with your work.
Until later . . .
In the entry she mentioned how blown away she is by my work and how perfect it looks. It was very flattering, but I have to admit I chuckled a bit. It made me think of when I was just starting out over three years ago. I remember how eager I was to start making something other than practice squares. They were boring to do. I wanted to actually make something. Finally, I decided to make a scarf for a friend of the ex (who was also a friend of mine at the time). I wasn't taking pictures of my work back then so I have nothing to show you, but I can say I worked so hard on that scarf and was very proud of it. Just a two months after I "graduated" to making a blanket. The ex's cousin was having a baby and I would send them proud parents-to-be a baby blanket instead of something off their registry because it was more personal. Oh, I was so proud of that blanket. (Still no picture.) That was the start of my run making blankets. Below is a picture of one of those first blankets:
From a far it doesn't look like there are mistakes. But, up close . . .
Let me give you a little hint, it's not suppose to bell out like it does. Though subtle, there are definitely stitches that are picked up.
I guess what I'm getting at is that we all start somewhere and we all can't be "perfect" right out of the gate. This is just an example of where I started. My work these days is vastly improved however, I know there is more to learn. And, plenty more "beginner" looking finished objects to come.
So, BFF my words to you are to stick with it because one day I know I will be blown away with your work.
Until later . . .
11.3.10
What Time Is It?
It was April 2002.
A Sunday to be exact. I was on the phone with my mom who at the time lived 2000 miles from me. We were discussing her upcoming move back home when she said she had to go. My aunt and uncle were picking her up at six o'clock for dinner and it was getting close. I had plans that evening as well so the timing worked out well. We said our goodbyes and hung-up. I then started to get ready and as I walked out the door I glanced at my kitchen I noticed the clock on my microwave read "5:15PM." "Hmmm... Mom and I lived in the same time zone," I thought to myself, "Why was she in such a rush for six o'clock if it was only 5PM? She must have just been confused." I took the extra hour as a gift and relaxed a bit before I went out.
As I was driving to the restaurant I was meeting friends at I received a text message from BFF. It said something to the effect of, "Don't forget to move your clocks forward today." OMG! That was why mom said it was getting close to six. All day long I had some how been able to miss the fact that the clocks were suppose to be changed by an hour. I didn't even notice the change on my cell's clock. Needless to say, I was late my dinner. Thankfully everyone was very kind about my special kind of confused and I was able to laugh at myself about it.
This coming (Sun)day is Daylight Savings Time. Don't forget to Spring your clocks Forward!
Until later . . .
A Sunday to be exact. I was on the phone with my mom who at the time lived 2000 miles from me. We were discussing her upcoming move back home when she said she had to go. My aunt and uncle were picking her up at six o'clock for dinner and it was getting close. I had plans that evening as well so the timing worked out well. We said our goodbyes and hung-up. I then started to get ready and as I walked out the door I glanced at my kitchen I noticed the clock on my microwave read "5:15PM." "Hmmm... Mom and I lived in the same time zone," I thought to myself, "Why was she in such a rush for six o'clock if it was only 5PM? She must have just been confused." I took the extra hour as a gift and relaxed a bit before I went out.
As I was driving to the restaurant I was meeting friends at I received a text message from BFF. It said something to the effect of, "Don't forget to move your clocks forward today." OMG! That was why mom said it was getting close to six. All day long I had some how been able to miss the fact that the clocks were suppose to be changed by an hour. I didn't even notice the change on my cell's clock. Needless to say, I was late my dinner. Thankfully everyone was very kind about my special kind of confused and I was able to laugh at myself about it.
This coming (Sun)day is Daylight Savings Time. Don't forget to Spring your clocks Forward!
Until later . . .
From One Extreme To Another (And Everything In Between)
Over the past two weeks or so I was presented with three volunteer opportunities in which I would be using my Human Resources skills. The first was for a local literacy council, the second, a teen pregnancy organization and the third, a theater that promotes awareness. By the time I had been presented with the third opportunity, I had already been speaking with the first two. I usually believe that having three options is ideal when trying to make a decision, however, in this case it was flat-out confusing. So, I immediately declined the third invitation.
After I had narrowed the options down to the first two, my initial filter to decide what project I would work on was based on its scope. However, the scopes of both projects were interesting to me. One of them I knew for sure I could do. Actually, I could do it with my eyes closed. That said, the roles I could play on the team were diverse and that was appealing. The other opportunity was something I knew I could do, but would also be building upon my knowledge base. (Yes, I was starting to lean onto one side of the fence.) Although, that is not what totally helped me set my decision. The true deciding factor was the cause itself. Of the two, there was one cause that stood out to me and was a little closer to my heart than the other. Thankfully, it was the same project that would also be a learning opportunity for me.
In the end I decided to join the project for the local literacy council.
The issue of literacy is one that has come up a lot over the past few weeks in my world. My friend's son is in a gifted reading program and up until last week it was in jeopardy of being axed next year from his school due to budget cuts. Ironically, this happened to be taking place just as the individual leading this project contacted me. (It's true what they say about timing.)
When I was contemplating volunteering for this organization I started thinking about my friend's son and how lucky he is to be so bright. How lucky he is to have a school program that fosters his gift. Then I thought about the other extreme. Those who can't read things most of us take for granted - like street signs or simple text we encounter on a daily basis. And then, there is the world I live in. Neither extreme situation is applicable to me; I'm not super gifted in the realm of literacy, but I can read well beyond simple street signs and text. However, that doesn't mean literacy isn't something I struggle with daily.
In 1983, my parents took my brother and I out of a private Jewish day school located in Chicago and transplanted us into a tiny public school located in the north suburbs of Chicago. The move was mainly made for financial purposes as the cost of private school was getting to be to high. However, the decision had a greater impact on my life than the cost of tuition would ever have on their pocketbooks.
Soon after I started this new school, they would put me through a battery of testing which ultimately determined I had learning disabilities. Amongst them, trouble with reading comprehension. From that day forth and until the end of my first year of high school I would have some sort of special education classes/instruction/assistance.
During this time I went through many different patterns of behavior when it came to how I reacted to these disabilities. At times I would use them as an excuse for not learning something. Other times it would drive me to persevere and prove I wasn't about to let them get the best of me. It just depended on how beaten down I was from the teasing and stigma that came along with this designation.
(Ok, I've gone a bit off track here. . . I really want to focus on my reading comprehension disability - not having learning disabilities as a whole. )
Reading even to this day is a struggle for me. It's not something I do to relax like others. (G-d I wish it was!) For me it's mostly something done out of necessity. Again, it's not like I don't understand simple day-to-day things like letters, blog entries, news articles etc. It's that when given massive amounts of information it take me longer than most to truly process and learn from what I've read. This is especially frustrating because I love to learn and take in new ideas. Honestly, I thrive on it, but the process of learning is a struggle for me. This is one of the reasons I hesitate about going to law school - the massive amounts of reading that is required. It would truly be a huge undertaking for me that I'm not sure I could handle.
Reading isn't the only part of my life that my disability effects. It also affects my writing. Blogging for me is a challenge. I have all these ideas I want to share, but can't sometimes because I can't always put them together in a clear, concise manner. However, one of the reason I blog so religiously has to do with the fact that it is a goal of mine to become a better writer and continuously learn how to better put my thoughts together. Furthermore, I recognize that when I am re-reading something I have written I won't see where words are missing. Even though I re-read things many times before I submit them for their intended "publication" I don't always catch my errors and cringe because I know it will reflect negatively on me. Simply put, I feel it makes me look stupid when I know I'm not.
Up until recently, a handful of my friends did not know about any of my learning disabilities. It has only come up in conversation because of the volunteer opportunity with my local literacy council. As I speak of what I will be doing I share this factoid about myself with them so they can better understand why the cause means so much to me.
As for why I am sharing it with you . . . Mel @ Me!!! asked us to write this week about something not many people know about us and this is my "unknown fact." (Yes, more perfect timing.)
Now that you’ve read about something not many know about me, I invite you to read what my fellow bloggers have to say about themselves:
Jenn @ Charmingly Random
Shara @ Desperate Madness
Until later . . .
After I had narrowed the options down to the first two, my initial filter to decide what project I would work on was based on its scope. However, the scopes of both projects were interesting to me. One of them I knew for sure I could do. Actually, I could do it with my eyes closed. That said, the roles I could play on the team were diverse and that was appealing. The other opportunity was something I knew I could do, but would also be building upon my knowledge base. (Yes, I was starting to lean onto one side of the fence.) Although, that is not what totally helped me set my decision. The true deciding factor was the cause itself. Of the two, there was one cause that stood out to me and was a little closer to my heart than the other. Thankfully, it was the same project that would also be a learning opportunity for me.
In the end I decided to join the project for the local literacy council.
The issue of literacy is one that has come up a lot over the past few weeks in my world. My friend's son is in a gifted reading program and up until last week it was in jeopardy of being axed next year from his school due to budget cuts. Ironically, this happened to be taking place just as the individual leading this project contacted me. (It's true what they say about timing.)
When I was contemplating volunteering for this organization I started thinking about my friend's son and how lucky he is to be so bright. How lucky he is to have a school program that fosters his gift. Then I thought about the other extreme. Those who can't read things most of us take for granted - like street signs or simple text we encounter on a daily basis. And then, there is the world I live in. Neither extreme situation is applicable to me; I'm not super gifted in the realm of literacy, but I can read well beyond simple street signs and text. However, that doesn't mean literacy isn't something I struggle with daily.
In 1983, my parents took my brother and I out of a private Jewish day school located in Chicago and transplanted us into a tiny public school located in the north suburbs of Chicago. The move was mainly made for financial purposes as the cost of private school was getting to be to high. However, the decision had a greater impact on my life than the cost of tuition would ever have on their pocketbooks.
Soon after I started this new school, they would put me through a battery of testing which ultimately determined I had learning disabilities. Amongst them, trouble with reading comprehension. From that day forth and until the end of my first year of high school I would have some sort of special education classes/instruction/assistance.
During this time I went through many different patterns of behavior when it came to how I reacted to these disabilities. At times I would use them as an excuse for not learning something. Other times it would drive me to persevere and prove I wasn't about to let them get the best of me. It just depended on how beaten down I was from the teasing and stigma that came along with this designation.
(Ok, I've gone a bit off track here. . . I really want to focus on my reading comprehension disability - not having learning disabilities as a whole. )
Reading even to this day is a struggle for me. It's not something I do to relax like others. (G-d I wish it was!) For me it's mostly something done out of necessity. Again, it's not like I don't understand simple day-to-day things like letters, blog entries, news articles etc. It's that when given massive amounts of information it take me longer than most to truly process and learn from what I've read. This is especially frustrating because I love to learn and take in new ideas. Honestly, I thrive on it, but the process of learning is a struggle for me. This is one of the reasons I hesitate about going to law school - the massive amounts of reading that is required. It would truly be a huge undertaking for me that I'm not sure I could handle.
Reading isn't the only part of my life that my disability effects. It also affects my writing. Blogging for me is a challenge. I have all these ideas I want to share, but can't sometimes because I can't always put them together in a clear, concise manner. However, one of the reason I blog so religiously has to do with the fact that it is a goal of mine to become a better writer and continuously learn how to better put my thoughts together. Furthermore, I recognize that when I am re-reading something I have written I won't see where words are missing. Even though I re-read things many times before I submit them for their intended "publication" I don't always catch my errors and cringe because I know it will reflect negatively on me. Simply put, I feel it makes me look stupid when I know I'm not.
Up until recently, a handful of my friends did not know about any of my learning disabilities. It has only come up in conversation because of the volunteer opportunity with my local literacy council. As I speak of what I will be doing I share this factoid about myself with them so they can better understand why the cause means so much to me.
As for why I am sharing it with you . . . Mel @ Me!!! asked us to write this week about something not many people know about us and this is my "unknown fact." (Yes, more perfect timing.)
Now that you’ve read about something not many know about me, I invite you to read what my fellow bloggers have to say about themselves:
Jenn @ Charmingly Random
Shara @ Desperate Madness
Until later . . .
10.3.10
"G-d Is Purple"
• After reading the blog post it all became crystal clear - thank you!
• How did they get that number for me? No one, I mean NO ONE has it!
• What kind of person takes joy in someone else's misery?
• It was cheap yarn, but I was somewhat thankful it was all gone before I got to it
• Rumination - > Learn it. Live it. Love it.
• Oh, I would have LOVED to be a fly on the wall during that conversation
• Unexplored Territory
• And on the seventh day Blankie rested
• It loses so much meaning when you have to explain it
• Black with scratches . . . I still wouldn't have it any other way
• It was the perfect Sunday
• The word has been said so many times it doesn't sound like a real word anymore
• Better rain the snow
• "Sock Blankie Monster"
Until later . . .
• How did they get that number for me? No one, I mean NO ONE has it!
• What kind of person takes joy in someone else's misery?
• It was cheap yarn, but I was somewhat thankful it was all gone before I got to it
• Rumination - > Learn it. Live it. Love it.
• Oh, I would have LOVED to be a fly on the wall during that conversation
• Unexplored Territory
• And on the seventh day Blankie rested
• It loses so much meaning when you have to explain it
• Black with scratches . . . I still wouldn't have it any other way
• It was the perfect Sunday
• The word has been said so many times it doesn't sound like a real word anymore
• Better rain the snow
• "Sock Blankie Monster"
Until later . . .
Because Being A Follower Is Cool
Yesterday, Mel started "Time Warp Tuesdays" on her blog. She plans to revisit some of her old blog posts from years past by posting them on her current blog. Jenn then followed Mel's lead.
As for me . . . What can I say? I'm in the mood to be a follower today. I wouldn't expect this to be a "regular" segment on this blog. As I was cruising through my old LiveJournal posts this is the only entry I could come up with that is anywhere close to be being fit for open publication.
Enjoy!
"He Just Got Out Of Jail
8/22/07
Who am I talking about you ask? In early December 2005 my car got rear-ended by an uninsured driver - GMC truck to be exact. I was at a dead stop when my car got hit. Anyhow, I eventually had to file a claim on my insurance for the repair as a result of him having a "lapse in coverage." I went to court for this guy's ticket, but all that came of that was a $100 fine and having driving probation for a period of time. Well, the insurance company hired a collection agency to try to collect monies on this guy. Since I hadn't heard anything about this case for awhile I called my insurance agent yesterday and found out today that the guy who hit me just got out of jail and has NO MONEY, NO ASSETS and NO JOB so the collection agency was closing the case. I think it's a fitting end to the whole situation. I am curious what he was sent to jail for. Someone I know is friends with a private detective who would get info on him at no cost to me. Who knows, maybe I'll take advantage of that someday. :P
I think the thing that bothers me most is that this guy has to eventually get a job and when he does I kind of feel he should pay back his debt to me - this incident has resulted in some physical injuries I will always live with and has effected my car insurance rates (sorta). I'm going back and forth on this cause who knows what this guys debt overall looks like. My claim could be nothing compared to others he owes.
Anyhow, I'm rambling at this point. I just found the fact that he just got out of jail funny and ironic."
Epilogue:
I did find out what GMC truck driver went to jail for. Actually, I found out this individual is a real life winner. So, I let go my quest to get monies from this individual. It was crystal clear it wasn't going to happen. Several months after I wrote this post, I believe I saw this guy driving behind me one afternoon. I quickly changed lanes. I figured it was best to get out of his way and let him intrude on someone else's life. Additionally, the physical injury I spoke of got better thanks to an amazing massage therapist. It's not 100% gone, but I hardly ever notice them these days.
Untli later . .
As for me . . . What can I say? I'm in the mood to be a follower today. I wouldn't expect this to be a "regular" segment on this blog. As I was cruising through my old LiveJournal posts this is the only entry I could come up with that is anywhere close to be being fit for open publication.
Enjoy!
"He Just Got Out Of Jail
8/22/07
Who am I talking about you ask? In early December 2005 my car got rear-ended by an uninsured driver - GMC truck to be exact. I was at a dead stop when my car got hit. Anyhow, I eventually had to file a claim on my insurance for the repair as a result of him having a "lapse in coverage." I went to court for this guy's ticket, but all that came of that was a $100 fine and having driving probation for a period of time. Well, the insurance company hired a collection agency to try to collect monies on this guy. Since I hadn't heard anything about this case for awhile I called my insurance agent yesterday and found out today that the guy who hit me just got out of jail and has NO MONEY, NO ASSETS and NO JOB so the collection agency was closing the case. I think it's a fitting end to the whole situation. I am curious what he was sent to jail for. Someone I know is friends with a private detective who would get info on him at no cost to me. Who knows, maybe I'll take advantage of that someday. :P
I think the thing that bothers me most is that this guy has to eventually get a job and when he does I kind of feel he should pay back his debt to me - this incident has resulted in some physical injuries I will always live with and has effected my car insurance rates (sorta). I'm going back and forth on this cause who knows what this guys debt overall looks like. My claim could be nothing compared to others he owes.
Anyhow, I'm rambling at this point. I just found the fact that he just got out of jail funny and ironic."
Epilogue:
I did find out what GMC truck driver went to jail for. Actually, I found out this individual is a real life winner. So, I let go my quest to get monies from this individual. It was crystal clear it wasn't going to happen. Several months after I wrote this post, I believe I saw this guy driving behind me one afternoon. I quickly changed lanes. I figured it was best to get out of his way and let him intrude on someone else's life. Additionally, the physical injury I spoke of got better thanks to an amazing massage therapist. It's not 100% gone, but I hardly ever notice them these days.
Untli later . .
9.3.10
Final Result - The Final Chapter!
(I swear!!!)
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 9, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 520
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 216
The group I belong to on Rav for blankie swaps had some contests. The first was to see who could add the most square onto their blankie during the 2010 Olympic opening ceremonies. The second was to see who could add the most from the end of the opening ceremonies to the closing ceremonies. The third was a participation contest.
For the opening ceremonies contest I tied for third with 8 squares and 13 stitches. In the second one I didn't place. In the participation contest I guess a "close" number between 1 and 64.
My prize for the first contest come last night:
It consisted of minis, stitch markers and a Knitter's Survival Kit. I LOVED everything. The survival kit was AWESOME as well! It consisted of a stick of gum, a toothpick, a rubber band, a penny, confetti and frog stickers (yes, I admit this was the first thing my eye was drawn to when I opened up the package and saw the kit). The kit also had a description of why each item is necessary:
As for my "prizes" for the participation contest . . . I found out today that I will be receiving a hank of hand dyed yarn from one of my fellow blankie swappers AND a $5 gift certificate. A certificate to where exactly I am not sure. However I imagine there is some yarn goodness involved with it! I have to say, I am feeling very thankful for all the free yarn goodness that is coming my way and truly appreciate it.
Until later . . .
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 9, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 520
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 216
The group I belong to on Rav for blankie swaps had some contests. The first was to see who could add the most square onto their blankie during the 2010 Olympic opening ceremonies. The second was to see who could add the most from the end of the opening ceremonies to the closing ceremonies. The third was a participation contest.
For the opening ceremonies contest I tied for third with 8 squares and 13 stitches. In the second one I didn't place. In the participation contest I guess a "close" number between 1 and 64.
My prize for the first contest come last night:
It consisted of minis, stitch markers and a Knitter's Survival Kit. I LOVED everything. The survival kit was AWESOME as well! It consisted of a stick of gum, a toothpick, a rubber band, a penny, confetti and frog stickers (yes, I admit this was the first thing my eye was drawn to when I opened up the package and saw the kit). The kit also had a description of why each item is necessary:
As for my "prizes" for the participation contest . . . I found out today that I will be receiving a hank of hand dyed yarn from one of my fellow blankie swappers AND a $5 gift certificate. A certificate to where exactly I am not sure. However I imagine there is some yarn goodness involved with it! I have to say, I am feeling very thankful for all the free yarn goodness that is coming my way and truly appreciate it.
Until later . . .
8.3.10
The After Effect
The after effect of the Ravelympics is a renewed drive to complete project other than blankie.
This drive brought about the first Husband Sock:
And now for some close-up shots . . .
And, I was so THRILLED how lovely my grafting turned out - I just had to take a picture of it!
On that note, it's time to get crackin' on sock no. two!
Until later . . .
This drive brought about the first Husband Sock:
And now for some close-up shots . . .
And, I was so THRILLED how lovely my grafting turned out - I just had to take a picture of it!
On that note, it's time to get crackin' on sock no. two!
Until later . . .
7.3.10
Blog Roll
I tried publishing a list of blogs that I follow on a regular basis via a Blogger gadget. It has failed greatly by not actually publishing the list on this site. Everything looked great when I "previewed" it, but I guess it only knows how to preview this feature and not really put it into place. (One large FAIL for Blogger.)
That said, I thought I would take a moment to list out some of the blogs that keep me entertained on a regular basis.
• Passive Aggressive Notes
• Engadget
• Boy Genius Report
• A Year of Slow Cooking
• Fail Blog
• Poor Little Rich Girls
• Bent Objects
• The Montley Fool
• Springfield Punx
This is just a small sampling . . . Maybe you will find a new favorite off this list - maybe not. Regardless, when I take the time to glance and see the blogs I subscribe to the variety always strikes me. On that note, I think I'm going to go catch up on some blogs . . . Happy Reading!
Until later . . .
That said, I thought I would take a moment to list out some of the blogs that keep me entertained on a regular basis.
• Passive Aggressive Notes
• Engadget
• Boy Genius Report
• A Year of Slow Cooking
• Fail Blog
• Poor Little Rich Girls
• Bent Objects
• The Montley Fool
• Springfield Punx
This is just a small sampling . . . Maybe you will find a new favorite off this list - maybe not. Regardless, when I take the time to glance and see the blogs I subscribe to the variety always strikes me. On that note, I think I'm going to go catch up on some blogs . . . Happy Reading!
Until later . . .
6.3.10
Socktacular Saturday: Warm and Comfy
I made comment to the fact that I like knitted sock so much because of the hand-washing factor. Yes, not all have to be hand-washed, but that is my preference.
The whole conversation started because the blackhole that seems to exit in my home has been sucking up everything imaginable. In response, the person I was talking to mentioned that their home has a blackhole as well that likes pens, receipts and socks. (As we all know what I said next because as I've mentioned time and time and time again store bought socks get eaten-up by either my washing machine or dryer somehow.) So, this is when my whole, "if I make socks then I won't lose them" theory comes in.
Where this is all going is that the next comment made was that the idea of knitted socks sounds "warm and cozy." You know what folks? They are! My feet have never been as warm and comfortable as they have been since I started making socks. Each pair has their own feel to them. For instant, my Britney socks are like walking in clouds. The touch of the silk and wool mixed together is heavenly! The Banana Hannah socks are great for summer. You know, for a "cool" summer night. Harry Potter socks are my go to during really cold winter days and nights. And the sock club socks are so comfortable for just about any time.
Not everyone finds knitted socks warm and comfy. Some actually find wool to be itchy and uncomfortable. I'm just not one of those people and am glad that is the case. Though store bought socks do serve a purpose (I would never workout in knitted socks) once you've word a pair of knitted socks and fell in love with them, you can totally tell the difference.
And on that note, my feet are sockless at the moment and getting a bit chilly. I believe I need to go a pair of socks to put on.
Until later . . .
The whole conversation started because the blackhole that seems to exit in my home has been sucking up everything imaginable. In response, the person I was talking to mentioned that their home has a blackhole as well that likes pens, receipts and socks. (As we all know what I said next because as I've mentioned time and time and time again store bought socks get eaten-up by either my washing machine or dryer somehow.) So, this is when my whole, "if I make socks then I won't lose them" theory comes in.
Where this is all going is that the next comment made was that the idea of knitted socks sounds "warm and cozy." You know what folks? They are! My feet have never been as warm and comfortable as they have been since I started making socks. Each pair has their own feel to them. For instant, my Britney socks are like walking in clouds. The touch of the silk and wool mixed together is heavenly! The Banana Hannah socks are great for summer. You know, for a "cool" summer night. Harry Potter socks are my go to during really cold winter days and nights. And the sock club socks are so comfortable for just about any time.
Not everyone finds knitted socks warm and comfy. Some actually find wool to be itchy and uncomfortable. I'm just not one of those people and am glad that is the case. Though store bought socks do serve a purpose (I would never workout in knitted socks) once you've word a pair of knitted socks and fell in love with them, you can totally tell the difference.
And on that note, my feet are sockless at the moment and getting a bit chilly. I believe I need to go a pair of socks to put on.
Until later . . .
5.3.10
Rebranding
For sometime now I have noticed a change of focus for this blog.
It's gone from a crafting blog to more of a personal diary of sorts. This isn't a bad thing, it's just an observation. Obviously, I still talk about yarn, knitting and all sorts of other crafting goodness, but after the addition of the Thursday Blog Project there was no denying the shift.
I think part of the reason this has changed has to do with where I am right now. There is lots of change going on in my life and with it many thoughts passing through my head that need an outlet. Now, it's not like I don't have people in my life to talk to about these changes, but they are also coming out via this blog. Sometime when I write things out I learn more then if I talk it through. I also figure if I'm thinking these things maybe someone else is as well. So, yes, the world and beyond gets to learn all about my innermost thoughts - all at the click of a button if they so wish. (Or, at least the ones I allow to play out there.)
All this change in the entry content has got me thinking about my domain name and what more I can do with having a url. Froggie still knits, but not like crazy as she once did. Or, at least my focus has been on one project in particular - blankie. G-d knows what will happen once that project is out of my life for good - yeah, I'm talking in 2012 once the blankie for my mom is finished. I think this is one of the time a life decoder ring would be helpful! I may have more finished objects at that point.
The ideal domain costs approximately $2800 to register (annually). So, if you wish to contribute towards that you are more than welcome. Otherwise, I don't see that being a reality unless I win the lottery. So, step one of this "re-branding" process will be to decide what I want my new url to be and then register it. Then, I believe learning some coding might be in store so I can shape the look as I see fit. Lastly, finding a better hosting solution that allows me to expand the domain would be great. Free hosting is nice, don't get me wrong. However, it just gets you the bare minimum and once you outgrow that it comes time to put on the big blog panties and pony-up the necessary cash. (Unless you work in the industry or have the right connections. Then you can get the fancy hosting for free.)
I'm not sure how long this project will take or when I will even find the time to start it, but by just mentioning it I feel as though I'm starting to lay the blueprints which is a step in the right direction. Or, at least I think so. Until that happens, I believe things on this site from a site perspective will stay status quo. From a content perspective, I assume things will change as I change. As things in my life get "rebranded" through the changes going on. One thing is for things are evolving here at froggie knits like crazy!
Until later . . .
It's gone from a crafting blog to more of a personal diary of sorts. This isn't a bad thing, it's just an observation. Obviously, I still talk about yarn, knitting and all sorts of other crafting goodness, but after the addition of the Thursday Blog Project there was no denying the shift.
I think part of the reason this has changed has to do with where I am right now. There is lots of change going on in my life and with it many thoughts passing through my head that need an outlet. Now, it's not like I don't have people in my life to talk to about these changes, but they are also coming out via this blog. Sometime when I write things out I learn more then if I talk it through. I also figure if I'm thinking these things maybe someone else is as well. So, yes, the world and beyond gets to learn all about my innermost thoughts - all at the click of a button if they so wish. (Or, at least the ones I allow to play out there.)
All this change in the entry content has got me thinking about my domain name and what more I can do with having a url. Froggie still knits, but not like crazy as she once did. Or, at least my focus has been on one project in particular - blankie. G-d knows what will happen once that project is out of my life for good - yeah, I'm talking in 2012 once the blankie for my mom is finished. I think this is one of the time a life decoder ring would be helpful! I may have more finished objects at that point.
The ideal domain costs approximately $2800 to register (annually). So, if you wish to contribute towards that you are more than welcome. Otherwise, I don't see that being a reality unless I win the lottery. So, step one of this "re-branding" process will be to decide what I want my new url to be and then register it. Then, I believe learning some coding might be in store so I can shape the look as I see fit. Lastly, finding a better hosting solution that allows me to expand the domain would be great. Free hosting is nice, don't get me wrong. However, it just gets you the bare minimum and once you outgrow that it comes time to put on the big blog panties and pony-up the necessary cash. (Unless you work in the industry or have the right connections. Then you can get the fancy hosting for free.)
I'm not sure how long this project will take or when I will even find the time to start it, but by just mentioning it I feel as though I'm starting to lay the blueprints which is a step in the right direction. Or, at least I think so. Until that happens, I believe things on this site from a site perspective will stay status quo. From a content perspective, I assume things will change as I change. As things in my life get "rebranded" through the changes going on. One thing is for things are evolving here at froggie knits like crazy!
Until later . . .
4.3.10
Life Influences
Welcome to Thursday!
And, welcome to another Thursday Blog Project entry. For those of you who don't know what this project is all about, below is what one of my fellow bloggers wrote to explain what is happening:
I have a few friends who knit and blog and we've decided to embark on a blog project that has nothing to do with knitting. We're going to take turns coming up with a topic every Thursday and we each have to blog about it by the end of that day and post links to each other's blogs so that people can see our different perspectives on the same topic.
-Thanks to Merryland Girl for this explanation of what I now affectionately refer to as "The Thursday Blog Project."
This week's topic: "Tell me how you were raised - are there any lessons that your parent(s) taught you that you didn't appreciate when you were younger, but understand now that you're an adult?"
Compliments of: Jenn @ Charmingly Random
My other friends are:
Shara @ Desperate Madness
Mel @ Me!!!
Whenever I am first sharing my family tree with someone I tell them they will need to get a pen and paper out to keep track of all of us and the relationships because I come from a very non-traditional family. Or, at least what use to be a non-traditional family back then. (I think we are more "traditional" now.) To spare you from having to get a score card of your own out I will just say I have two brothers who are significantly older than me and one that is close in age to me. I have two nieces and two nephews (one of each is closer in age to me, as well) and a great nephew.
Looking back, there are two chapters to my family life. Life before my dad passed away and life after my dad passed away. If you've read my blog at all, you would know that I loved my dad very much and his passing had a significant impact on my life. Some of my greatest memories include him. Because of him from an early age I was a magician who could disappear and reappear on command. He would be the one who would always point out the literal side of things to me even though I was a child. And he was the one who would teach me the life lessons through a "your actions have consequences" approach. And he was the one who taught me the life lessons through a "your actions have consequences" approach. Or, at least that is how he handled my brother - and I just picked up on the lessons along the way. From what I could gather from his approach, punishment wasn't effective because in most cases the consequences of ones "bad" actions sucked even more than any punishment ever could.
At this point I feel the need to back-peddle a bit. I don't want to undermine the impact my mother had on my life. However, I think her impact really set-in after my dad's passing. How could it not? She was my only parent at that point. I wasn't a bad kid overall. I had a few minor transgressions, but a fairly non-rebellious soul so I wasn't punished regularly. When I look back on my childhood I think that my mom and I survived "war" together. After that first year without dad, my brother went to college and we moved out of the house we had all been living in. Over the next four years we would become each other's "mostly companion." (And, we always will be.)
The last person to have an influence on me growing up is my brother. As shocking as it is to hear me say that, it's even more shocking for me to say. It wasn't until last night when I was ruminating over this blog post that I realized it. I learned a lot from watching him grow up. To some extent I think that is why I didn't do certain things as a teenager and an adult. Lastly, he has given me a lot of useful advice, in his own special way of course.
My parents, as my parental unit, were wonderful. There was (and still is) never a time when I didn't feel loved. Yes, they frustrated, irritated and annoyed me, but when I got past those feeling what I always came back to was their love. They taught me to be the person I am today. Through their mistakes I have learned and work towards not repeating them. In some ways I have succeeded at this and in others ways not so much.
I know you can't pick your family (and trust me many days I wish that wasn't the case), however I love my family immensely and life would not be the same without them. They have influenced me in many ways. Ways I don't know that I will ever realize. What I do know is that I continue to learn from them as the years go on and for that I am thankful.
Until later . . .
And, welcome to another Thursday Blog Project entry. For those of you who don't know what this project is all about, below is what one of my fellow bloggers wrote to explain what is happening:
I have a few friends who knit and blog and we've decided to embark on a blog project that has nothing to do with knitting. We're going to take turns coming up with a topic every Thursday and we each have to blog about it by the end of that day and post links to each other's blogs so that people can see our different perspectives on the same topic.
-Thanks to Merryland Girl for this explanation of what I now affectionately refer to as "The Thursday Blog Project."
This week's topic: "Tell me how you were raised - are there any lessons that your parent(s) taught you that you didn't appreciate when you were younger, but understand now that you're an adult?"
Compliments of: Jenn @ Charmingly Random
My other friends are:
Shara @ Desperate Madness
Mel @ Me!!!
Whenever I am first sharing my family tree with someone I tell them they will need to get a pen and paper out to keep track of all of us and the relationships because I come from a very non-traditional family. Or, at least what use to be a non-traditional family back then. (I think we are more "traditional" now.) To spare you from having to get a score card of your own out I will just say I have two brothers who are significantly older than me and one that is close in age to me. I have two nieces and two nephews (one of each is closer in age to me, as well) and a great nephew.
Looking back, there are two chapters to my family life. Life before my dad passed away and life after my dad passed away. If you've read my blog at all, you would know that I loved my dad very much and his passing had a significant impact on my life. Some of my greatest memories include him. Because of him from an early age I was a magician who could disappear and reappear on command. He would be the one who would always point out the literal side of things to me even though I was a child. And he was the one who would teach me the life lessons through a "your actions have consequences" approach. And he was the one who taught me the life lessons through a "your actions have consequences" approach. Or, at least that is how he handled my brother - and I just picked up on the lessons along the way. From what I could gather from his approach, punishment wasn't effective because in most cases the consequences of ones "bad" actions sucked even more than any punishment ever could.
At this point I feel the need to back-peddle a bit. I don't want to undermine the impact my mother had on my life. However, I think her impact really set-in after my dad's passing. How could it not? She was my only parent at that point. I wasn't a bad kid overall. I had a few minor transgressions, but a fairly non-rebellious soul so I wasn't punished regularly. When I look back on my childhood I think that my mom and I survived "war" together. After that first year without dad, my brother went to college and we moved out of the house we had all been living in. Over the next four years we would become each other's "mostly companion." (And, we always will be.)
The last person to have an influence on me growing up is my brother. As shocking as it is to hear me say that, it's even more shocking for me to say. It wasn't until last night when I was ruminating over this blog post that I realized it. I learned a lot from watching him grow up. To some extent I think that is why I didn't do certain things as a teenager and an adult. Lastly, he has given me a lot of useful advice, in his own special way of course.
My parents, as my parental unit, were wonderful. There was (and still is) never a time when I didn't feel loved. Yes, they frustrated, irritated and annoyed me, but when I got past those feeling what I always came back to was their love. They taught me to be the person I am today. Through their mistakes I have learned and work towards not repeating them. In some ways I have succeeded at this and in others ways not so much.
I know you can't pick your family (and trust me many days I wish that wasn't the case), however I love my family immensely and life would not be the same without them. They have influenced me in many ways. Ways I don't know that I will ever realize. What I do know is that I continue to learn from them as the years go on and for that I am thankful.
Until later . . .
3.3.10
Today Is Wednesday
• Trust your gut
• Apparently it's not over like I thought it was... what will it take to put this to rest once and for all?
• I was flattered just to be picked, but to be picked twice is even more flattering.
• Literacy Rocks!
• Three Wishes
• Cops and Robbers
• Apparently they were scary so it was a good thing we came up with a plan b
• I won't lie, I miss 'em
• Warm and comfy . . . that's what they are.
• Free yarn; free stitch markers - what a great day it was
• Broken. Broken. Broken.
• I never knew an obituary could contain so much irony
• Remember, progress is progress
• Knitting makes everything better
Until later . . .
• Apparently it's not over like I thought it was... what will it take to put this to rest once and for all?
• I was flattered just to be picked, but to be picked twice is even more flattering.
• Literacy Rocks!
• Three Wishes
• Cops and Robbers
• Apparently they were scary so it was a good thing we came up with a plan b
• I won't lie, I miss 'em
• Warm and comfy . . . that's what they are.
• Free yarn; free stitch markers - what a great day it was
• Broken. Broken. Broken.
• I never knew an obituary could contain so much irony
• Remember, progress is progress
• Knitting makes everything better
Until later . . .
Thursdays
"One of my favorite parts" of the week is Thursday.
There has always been something about Thursdays. Maybe it's because some of my favorite shows air on Thursday nights. I never did the Thursday night drinking thing - even when I was in college - so I know it's not that. Regardless, I've really looked forward to Thursday the past several weeks because of these Thursday posts my friends and I publish on our blogs.
I will admit, some of mine haven't gotten written so quickly because I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. Others it was out of pure laziness. However, regardless I've enjoyed the experience thus far. Not only because of the personal challenge it has presented me, but also to see how my friends view similar topics and I get to experience their writing styles as well.
I've learned a lot about these girls over the past three weeks. (Even BFF whom I thought I knew almost everything about. Each week something new pops up.) I also find each person has a writing stlye that I hope I will learn to incorporate into mine.
I'm glad this idea was presented and that I get the opportunity to do this with such fine people. I look forward each week to hearing the topics they come up with. It feels like the best is only yet to come!
Until later . . .
There has always been something about Thursdays. Maybe it's because some of my favorite shows air on Thursday nights. I never did the Thursday night drinking thing - even when I was in college - so I know it's not that. Regardless, I've really looked forward to Thursday the past several weeks because of these Thursday posts my friends and I publish on our blogs.
I will admit, some of mine haven't gotten written so quickly because I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. Others it was out of pure laziness. However, regardless I've enjoyed the experience thus far. Not only because of the personal challenge it has presented me, but also to see how my friends view similar topics and I get to experience their writing styles as well.
I've learned a lot about these girls over the past three weeks. (Even BFF whom I thought I knew almost everything about. Each week something new pops up.) I also find each person has a writing stlye that I hope I will learn to incorporate into mine.
I'm glad this idea was presented and that I get the opportunity to do this with such fine people. I look forward each week to hearing the topics they come up with. It feels like the best is only yet to come!
Until later . . .
2.3.10
Someone Who "Gets Me"
As part of my fabulous Sock Wars death package I got Yarn Harlot, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee's book "The Secret Life of a Knitter." Really nice if you ask me. I've always told people I hope that when I die I do so peacefully. In the game of Sock Wars, this was a very peaceful death.
Now, as excited as I was to get the book I wasn't elated. I wasn't a Yarn Harlot follower at the time. I was more on the Crazy Aunt Purl side of the blogging world. So, when KP got wind of this gift, she asked me if she could borrow it when I was done. I was so happy to give it to her that I let her read it first. Honestly, I wasn't sure I was going to read it at all. Then I read a blog post by KP about the book. This prompted me to venture to the Yarn Harlot's blog and do some lurking.
It wasn't my first time on the Yarn Harlot blog. I had spent some time there looking at some of her free patterns. I might have also glanced at a post or two as well. However, during my lurking session I did find a few posts that intrigued me enough to add the url to my RSS feed. It also prompted my desire to get my book back just a tad bit more.
Last night, I got my book back. First, I feel the need to say that I like that the book is more individual stories compiled into a book rather than a continuous plot driven story. So, if you want to skip around you are more than welcome too. On this particular evening I found myself fascinated with the stories about what I like to call "Stash Management."
I'm not going to get into details since I don't want to ruin it for anyone who wishes to read the book - and that means I won't have to put a spoiler warning on it as well. What I will say is that if you are knitter you will most likely find something in this book that will appeal to you and event strike a cord - or two. If you are the loved one of a knitter, the significant other of a knitter or just wanting to know more about this craziness I highly recommend this book as well.
And, last, but not least, to the Yarn Harlot I say thank you for speaking for the rest of us. Your word ring so true.
Until later . . .
Now, as excited as I was to get the book I wasn't elated. I wasn't a Yarn Harlot follower at the time. I was more on the Crazy Aunt Purl side of the blogging world. So, when KP got wind of this gift, she asked me if she could borrow it when I was done. I was so happy to give it to her that I let her read it first. Honestly, I wasn't sure I was going to read it at all. Then I read a blog post by KP about the book. This prompted me to venture to the Yarn Harlot's blog and do some lurking.
It wasn't my first time on the Yarn Harlot blog. I had spent some time there looking at some of her free patterns. I might have also glanced at a post or two as well. However, during my lurking session I did find a few posts that intrigued me enough to add the url to my RSS feed. It also prompted my desire to get my book back just a tad bit more.
Last night, I got my book back. First, I feel the need to say that I like that the book is more individual stories compiled into a book rather than a continuous plot driven story. So, if you want to skip around you are more than welcome too. On this particular evening I found myself fascinated with the stories about what I like to call "Stash Management."
I'm not going to get into details since I don't want to ruin it for anyone who wishes to read the book - and that means I won't have to put a spoiler warning on it as well. What I will say is that if you are knitter you will most likely find something in this book that will appeal to you and event strike a cord - or two. If you are the loved one of a knitter, the significant other of a knitter or just wanting to know more about this craziness I highly recommend this book as well.
And, last, but not least, to the Yarn Harlot I say thank you for speaking for the rest of us. Your word ring so true.
Until later . . .
Final Results - Part Two
The Official Sock Yarn Blankie Square Count for March 2, 2010:
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 506
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 230
On Tuesday, February 9, 2010 I reported a square count of 451. At that point I stopped adding squares to blankie as I knew I would be working feverishly to add as many squares possible during the Ravelympics. In the beginning my goal was to add 30 squares as I knew this wouldn't be a priority project during the games. However, I reached that goal last week. So, I altered my goal and bumped it up by 20 squares. At the end of the games I wanted my square count to be 501. Well, as you can see, not only did I achieve my goal, I surpassed it. By 5 squares to be exact. Ok, so it's not like I greatly surpassed it, but I still came, saw and conquered!
Until later . . .
Squares Needed: 736
Squares Knit and Stitched Together: 506
Remaining Squares Needed: LOTS! In real numbers 230
On Tuesday, February 9, 2010 I reported a square count of 451. At that point I stopped adding squares to blankie as I knew I would be working feverishly to add as many squares possible during the Ravelympics. In the beginning my goal was to add 30 squares as I knew this wouldn't be a priority project during the games. However, I reached that goal last week. So, I altered my goal and bumped it up by 20 squares. At the end of the games I wanted my square count to be 501. Well, as you can see, not only did I achieve my goal, I surpassed it. By 5 squares to be exact. Ok, so it's not like I greatly surpassed it, but I still came, saw and conquered!
Until later . . .
1.3.10
A Birthday. An Epiphany. A Good Cause.
A busy day!
All three of these things I could probably write a full entry about, but I'll speak briefly right now about each of them. Please keep in mind that because I do want to reserve the right to write expanded posts, I probably won't be as detailed now about some things.
Today is my dad's birthday. Twenty years since my dad's passing and I still acknowledge my dad's birthday. Every year I question if this is strange. I think about him every day as it is, but on his birthday it just multiples that much more. I don't go to the cemetery on his birthday as I feel like I should. Sometime I feel as if I'm a bad daughter for not going on his birthday. I know that isn't the case, but it's how I feel. I guess remembering and keeping his spirit with me as I journey through my life is what is most important in the big picture.
I had an interesting epiphany recently. I do plan to write a full entry in the future about this so I won't get into great detail now. I will just say, it's amazing the things we are willing to admit and own when life gives us a little space and we give ourselves permission to be honest with ourselves.
Late 2009 I applied to be a volunteer for organization that connects professionals with non-profits needing help in their given field. Recently, this organization finished its test market research in the world of HR and is beginning to execute HR projects in the Chicagoland area. I have to admit, I'm excited and honored to be part of this new branch of the Chicagoland projects. After my orientation in January I was SO ready to get going, but I wasn't receiving any contacts about projects. "Oh well," I thought. Maybe this wouldn't pan-out after all. It wasn't ideal, but I was fine with it. Last week I received an e-mail about a project someone wanted me to be part of. Not only was I thrilled to be contacted, it was a cause I feel strongly about (and is a important topic of conversation the past couple of days). I learned more about the position I would take on the team and that got me even more excited. Tonight I received another e-mail asking me to be part of another project. Though this is also a worth cause so far my gut is telling me to go with the first one. Tomorrow I will find out more and weigh my options. However, without even knowing what the other project is I would bet dollars to donuts the first project is the way to go. I guess I will find out soon enough!
Wow! All that vague text made me sleepy!
Until later . . .
All three of these things I could probably write a full entry about, but I'll speak briefly right now about each of them. Please keep in mind that because I do want to reserve the right to write expanded posts, I probably won't be as detailed now about some things.
Today is my dad's birthday. Twenty years since my dad's passing and I still acknowledge my dad's birthday. Every year I question if this is strange. I think about him every day as it is, but on his birthday it just multiples that much more. I don't go to the cemetery on his birthday as I feel like I should. Sometime I feel as if I'm a bad daughter for not going on his birthday. I know that isn't the case, but it's how I feel. I guess remembering and keeping his spirit with me as I journey through my life is what is most important in the big picture.
I had an interesting epiphany recently. I do plan to write a full entry in the future about this so I won't get into great detail now. I will just say, it's amazing the things we are willing to admit and own when life gives us a little space and we give ourselves permission to be honest with ourselves.
Late 2009 I applied to be a volunteer for organization that connects professionals with non-profits needing help in their given field. Recently, this organization finished its test market research in the world of HR and is beginning to execute HR projects in the Chicagoland area. I have to admit, I'm excited and honored to be part of this new branch of the Chicagoland projects. After my orientation in January I was SO ready to get going, but I wasn't receiving any contacts about projects. "Oh well," I thought. Maybe this wouldn't pan-out after all. It wasn't ideal, but I was fine with it. Last week I received an e-mail about a project someone wanted me to be part of. Not only was I thrilled to be contacted, it was a cause I feel strongly about (and is a important topic of conversation the past couple of days). I learned more about the position I would take on the team and that got me even more excited. Tonight I received another e-mail asking me to be part of another project. Though this is also a worth cause so far my gut is telling me to go with the first one. Tomorrow I will find out more and weigh my options. However, without even knowing what the other project is I would bet dollars to donuts the first project is the way to go. I guess I will find out soon enough!
Wow! All that vague text made me sleepy!
Until later . . .
Final Results
Last night, the closing ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympics took place which also marked the end of the 2010 Winter Ravelympics. This means, the final results on my Ravelympics goals are in.
In the beginning I aimed to make two of the Multidirection Scarf pattern. After a lot of false starts, I decided this pattern and I had to part ways. Simply put, there was no love between the two of us. It was a hard thing to do and some tears were shed, but in the end we were both better off.
So, I choose the Drop Stitch Scarf instead. Now it's not a big surprise that I love this scarf. We are very much in love with one another. So, where is the challenge in that? Well, the challenge was I changed direction midway through the games. The result?
There was a blankie goal for the Ravelympics, but I will discuss that tomorrow.
Until later . . .
In the beginning I aimed to make two of the Multidirection Scarf pattern. After a lot of false starts, I decided this pattern and I had to part ways. Simply put, there was no love between the two of us. It was a hard thing to do and some tears were shed, but in the end we were both better off.
So, I choose the Drop Stitch Scarf instead. Now it's not a big surprise that I love this scarf. We are very much in love with one another. So, where is the challenge in that? Well, the challenge was I changed direction midway through the games. The result?
There was a blankie goal for the Ravelympics, but I will discuss that tomorrow.
Until later . . .
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