tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55048632011-07-30T23:17:28.847-04:00Circular thoughts on straight knitting. Marciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01105728475058601396noreply@blogger.comBlogger6981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5504863.post-81044633442545422472009-06-26T16:10:00.004-04:002009-06-26T16:23:42.673-04:00

Stem Cell ResearchWe're on the last couple days of a week at the cottage. The weather has been beautiful, every day. A few days it was almost too hot, but we have managed to survive. I had meant to write a real post by now, but seriously, between Facebook Farming and Family Fun Features, there has been no time. Okay, I confess: I've been blowing my internet wad on Facebook. It's just too easy.

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It's been well over a month since I posted. I am wont to confess, I have been remiss. For those who have asked,I appreciate the concern. I am fine. I am good. I am twirling. Twirling?Twirling.Twirling is something I do in my head. It's kind of like a little tornado, but much kinder. Much like a tornado, when I'm twirling I pick up things in my brain and look them over. And go round and round in

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The other day after work, I found myself skulking around the neighbor's yard, with camera in hand, butt in the air. And on this magnificant evening, the light angels were with me. LaVernal, SurelyLater that same evening, I saw another potential photo op playing out on the street, so grabbed my zoom lens and ran out to shoot. Much to my chagrin (and concern), my camera's autofocus suddenly stopped

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While on a walk at the cottage a couple weeks back, I found some pussy willow branches along the road. I never really understood the big attraction, but my mom always loved them. And as a child, to bring her a fistful of fur-nugget switches, guaranteed at least a couple of hours of good favor. It must have been out of habit then, that I spent several minutes wrestling with the branches, to twist

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Duck, Duck, Goos. If I had a dollar for every time a child on my street said "Dead Squirrel" or "Duck Eggs" this week, I'd have enough money to start a foundling home for orphaned rodents and unhatched babies whose parents have run afowl of the law. It all started Thursday, when the kids found an abandoned nest of duck eggs in a pile of brush on our street. Upon closer investigation, they noticed

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I liked today's topic for 10 Things Tuesday, so I'm biting.Ten Signs That You're Getting Older1) Your boss was not even born yet, when "Brandy" by Looking Glass was the number one hit in the nation. 2) Your tummy is bigger, rounder,and firmer than your ass. 3) Whenever you tell a story about your past, you include statements like "I remember because Aunt Annabelle was pregnant with JoJo,and

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Sun, Surf, Sand and Snowsuits?Spring Break, of course. We arrived at the cottage last night, with plenty of time before nightfall, for Cakers to engage in her usual Spring Break Arrival At the Cottage Ritual: Play on the beach, regardless of the weather. Cakers found her bucket and shovel. And gloves. Cheddar found a huge stick. And I, of course, found lots of pixel fodder. Today we went into

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Limping Through Life With Two Left Eyes. And I Ain't Lion.Tuesday night we took Cakers to see The Lion King on campus at Michigan State. Of course, it was spectacular. At least that's what I hear. No, I was there, but for some reason I couldn't see the characters very clearly, despite my having put in brand clean contact lenses that day, as well as there being not a bad seat in the house of The

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Against the same odds as intelligent life successfully clinging to my brain, or a 5th of Vanilla Rum successfully clinging to my cupboard,I somehow finished all my reports before spring break. And no thanks to the efforts of my alleged loved ones, some of whom made no short work of getting in the way of mine. That's a file for a report that she's sitting on. I can't tell you how many times I

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These pictures were supposed to be posted yesterday, for Eye Candy Friday. So how about you play along? I have not been around here much because I have many burdens of the employment variety, the brain-suckage-ness of which has struck me dumb and dumber. Tired and tired-er. Bitch and bitchier. And I really don't want to talk about it. It's as though I've reached a saturation point, and the warm,

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Work continues to march run back-to-back wind sprints across my ass. In cleats. Between my day job, parent job, cook job, wife job and night-job-writing-reports-for-the-day-job, I find myself in a perpetual state of denial. Of all things pleasure. i.e.: No knitting.No PhotographyNo beading.No drinking. Some lying.About the drinking. Therefore:I'm tired.I'm stressed.My thoughts write checks my

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It's the last day of my midwinter break and I am, of course, lamenting all that I didn't accomplish on my list of to-do's. ::I realize that it is still early in the day, but I also am intimately familiar with the dysfunctional nature of my relationship with the day-off-time-space-procrastination continuum: Abusive.:: The main thing I wanted to accomplish this weekend was post my New Years Ides

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Last Tuesday was the annual community-sponsored Daddy Daughter dance. Minus one Daddy. A couple of months ago, said daddy bought tickets to an allegedly important college basketball game,also scheduled for last Tuesday. ::Spartans. Love. .:: Initially I was suspicious about his claim that the schedule snafu was an accidental oversight. But I changed my mind after he reminded me that when our

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39 years ago today, my father died. It was 1970.On a Thursday.He was 41. I was 11. He had been sick for several months before dying of lung cancer. But when you're just 10 or 11 years old, and measuring time to the end of life as you know it, those days, they fly. The weather that winter was much like the one we are having this year. I remember lots of snow as I walked home from school that day.

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PerspectiveYesterday I had a bad day at work. There was no one big thing, really, but several big things. In relation to one another, these things presented themselves with eerily precise un-timeliness. With the combination of perfect choreography and the immediate, negligible impact of each event, it was almost spooky. Think Tchiakovsky, in a mosh pit. I was so fried by the end of the day,

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Work has been chewing my ass for the past two weeks. And next week I expect said ass to be handed back to me for rehabilitation, in prep for rounds three and four. Two days this week, I left home in the dark and returned home in the even-darker; full brief case in tow. But before I commence with this ever-burgeoning maelstrom of woe song, I will stop. And show you a pathetic piece (or three) of

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I'm still not ready for my New Year's post. So this is not it. In fact, I started to write That Post two days ago, then realized that I still had some 2008 updates to fluff, before folding for the year. So I'll just consider this post the last laundry load of the year, so I can the new blogging season with a clean set of sheets. Light LoadsLast night we returned from a four-day, post-holiday

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When I started this post it was not quite the New Year. However, by the time you are able to read this post, most of us will be almost several hours one day into it. And I swear on my treasured stash of Playtex Pearl Super Plus Tampons (nearly impossible to find, anywhere), that I started this post on December 31. Hence, this is the last post of 2008, for me. I'm not really sure why this

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Wishing you a big, fat, happy, well-hung holiday....See you on the other side of the tree. M.

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I am thankful for the following: 1) Having the good sense to pay attention to the little voice that told me to back up all the photos from my laptop. 2) Having the good sense to pay attenton to the little voice that told me to look out the window to see my son's car pulling up in front of the house, just moments before I was to descend the stairs wearing nothing but Spanx and black pleather boots

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Hello. My name is Marcia, and I am 50 years old. Today.For my 49th birthday, I hatched an idea to write one little blurby thing about every year of my life. Then I got hung up on few technicalities, like how I was three years old, in my fourth year of life, then worried about how to write that.Anyway. As I worked on this project, My one little blurb per year grew bigger, some years. So as not

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Had a thought.Then I lost it. Wrote a post.Then I tossed it. Knitting rottingOn the vine. Liver rottingOn the wine. Cakers flippin'Like a Teen.Soon snatched bald By Mommy Mean. Peace was restored,I'm wont to boast. Yet still I can'tTease out a post.So what have I,To share this night?Slow death churningA lovely sight. Goodnight. P.S. I know. Enough with the fucking leaves, already. Will it make

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I think I have finally figured out why I haven't been able to blog, well, aside from the near constant demands of work and home, which seem to cease only when I sleep. But whenever I am able find a patch of spare chair, and put some thoughts to font, I am unable to produce. And it's not like I'm suffering from a dearth of material. In fact, I have started several posts over the past few weeks, on

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A mere few weeks from a significant developmental milestone, I find myself increasingly fascinated with the noble art of going down in a flame of wonder. Heh. She said "going down."

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To Shine And PosesDue to Unforeseen Circumstances involving good sleep, great company and splendiferous surroundings, The Marcy May Show of Woe has been temporarily suspended. Thursday afternoon I received an email at work from my husband, announcing that the contract work he has been slaving over on evenings and weekends at home, has been put on hold, so would I like to go to the cottage for the

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Time is short and brain waves shorter, so I'm resorting, once again, to a two-part post, buckshot style. 1. My GobA review: Last spring the district I work for cut two full time positions from our department. Of course, redistributing the collective workload of six people between four people means all of us added additional building assignments to our previous load. My reassignment includes my

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Into The Darkness.Over the Labor Day weekend at the cottage, I started an End of Summer post. But instead of finishing the post, I went on a float. On a lake. ::Had you been in my position, I'm sure you'd've done the same.:: And then I went home. And then I went to work. And then my daughter started 2nd grade. Complete with homework every day. But with beautiful weather, she'd rather play. And

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Today's post was originally to be a recap of my activities over the last few weeks of summer. Said post included no small amount of whine, woe and pity patty. BUT. Over the extended weekend, a wonderful and glorious and magical thing happened to the descent of the season: It took an unexpected bounce. And in its trajectory, I basked like a whore on holiday. ::Note: The following clip contains

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"...Cuz I Invented the Knitternets."About midway through the summer, I realized I was spending too much of my day on the internets, and not nearly enough time on knitting or other productive endeavors. For some reason, I have always believed that it would be wrong of me to start my day sitting on the back porch with a cup of coffee, knitting. For some reason, I believed this would make me more

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Okay. No po*rn here. Sometimes we have to bend our integrities a little, for creativity's sake. Circle O' Brain Weekend Summary: Mojitos were slung.Chests were flung. Songs were sung. Toilets did plunge. Sorry. No pictures were taken of this event, for good reason. In fact, I now realize that the amount of rum I would need to ingest to burn related image from my brain would likely kill me. I

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Vacation Stats: The Rest of the Story.I had meant to finish my post-vacation post earlier in the week, but there are complications in my life right now, causing both time and brain related suckage. In addition to the consumption of 20 pairs of clean underwear, following are other relevant (to me) stats from my 10 day vacation. 1) Number of socks knit: 5/6 of 1, shown here less than half done. I

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Thank YouIf the sun refused to shine,I would still be loving you.When mountains crumble to the sea, There will still be youAnd me.Little drops of rainWhisper of the pain. Tears of loves Lost in the days gone by.My love is strong. With you there is no wrong.Together we shall go Until we die. My, my, my.An inspiration is what you are to me, Inspiration, look... see.And so todayMy world it

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Days fly goneOn a Solstice rocket.Ma Nature emptiesHer candy pocket.And little girl grownIs off her docket. Look Under ThereExcept for a few more squeezes from the lake before departing for home later today, my 10 day vacation at the lake is over. And I'm okay with it being over, because it was spectacular. In fact, my vacation was so great that six days into it I was out of clean underwear. All

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This is a test. Oh yeah. We're all geeky & shit over here.

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This Monday past, early morning, I uploaded pictures for this post, with every intention of completing said post. You see, after last week's Betty Cracker Woe Cake* Bake off, I was feeling a bit on the upswing. Cabana's car was out of the shop on Friday, fixed up all perty, minus the nail the shop manager found in a tire which was fixed yesterday. Monday my replacement credit cards came in the

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Sunday afternoon, Cabana, Cakers and I headed out to the local movie theatre to see Wall-E. After the movie, we returned to our vehicle to find the passenger side window smashed and my purse was gone. I know. I shouldn't leave my purse locked in the car. In view. Well, I didn't think it was in view. My husband's vehicle is a big, fat hate-inducing SUV. With tinted windows. It was broad daylight.

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After a long muggy day of housework drudgery (me) and neighborhood negotiation (her), there's nothing like twirling the twilight at the playground. The Swing CamClever me, thought to shoot pictures while swinging. Initially I tried to aim and focus, but quickly I realized the danger. So then I just kind of hung on to the camera and the chain with the same hand, and clicked with wild a-random. And

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But first, this message from our imaginary peanut gallery: Sunday, June 15: Father's Day. I served him. Monday, June 16: Cakers the Flower Girl needs shoes for the wedding. The bride expressed preference for brown Maryjanes, but also was clear that anything but flip-slops would be fine. I was soon to learn that when it comes to finding girls' dress shoes in a size 2, in the summer anything but

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June 13, Cont'dWhen we left our heroine, she had just received the news that she had but two hours to shower, dress, purchase helium-filled balloons, plant and grow a garden full of beautiful flowers, harvest said flowers and arrange into three centerpiece-worthy sprays in vases she molded from glass, melted from sand she dug from several layers below the Earth's outer perimeter. And if she

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Preface: I have a bad case of bloggers block. It's not the kind of block that stems from having nothing to say, but the other kind. The kind caused by having too much to say, and no time to say it. And as the time gets smaller, the stuff-to-be-said said gets bigger. And now that I've found a little time, I am unable to pick the best of what needs to be said. It seems I must say it all. It's like

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No bloggy for me, much. To explain will require some whine, of which I have plenty. And time, of which I have none. In the meantime, I am being held hostage at the cottage and forced to endure unspeakable hardships, such as looking at stuff like this: And being shanghaied onto a fast boat, during the solstice sunset: I did manage to sneak a shot of my assailants. If you are reading this

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I love my father as the stars - he's a bright shining example and a happy twinkling in my heart. - Adabella Radici As a third party observer of the relationship between my husband and daugther, I will say that Adabella about sums it up. When I first met my husband, he was going through a phase that made it difficult to imagine him in the role of steady boyfriend, let alone as a steady-as-a-rock

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On the second day of my summer vacation, I got up. Then I went downtown to look for a job. Then I hung out in front of the drugstore.- Cheech and Chong Which is about twice as much as I've accomplished this week.Anyway. Just before Memorial Day weekend, College Polyp emptied the dishwasher. I know. But before y'all's eyes fill with the mother's milk of pride and glee, I need to disclose that he

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We're at the cottage for a quick weekend. Yesterday was my last day of work for the summer, and Cakers'last day of school. Needless to say, there was no small amount of frenzy to get up here before dark. In storms and 'nadoes. I took these pictures last night, but seeing as how they had to come to the post via the scenic route, through Idaho, they're running a day behind. (Thanks for the upload,

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Socka-mu-tu-meI finished one Tidepool sock for my mother-in-law. And my kitchener was impeccable, if I say so myself. It actually is a pretty cool little stitch, in all its simplicity; and at its appreciably best, stretched across a foot. I also closed the toe on Cakers' second Simply Lovely Lace Sock, finally. And yeah, that toe's got nip. Evidently I finished the socks in the nip of time,

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Do These Excuses Make My Butt Look Big?I had every intention of posting on Wednesday. Really. But waaay last week before, I wrote a rather lengthy post which encompassed all bloggable thoughts that were in my possession at the time. When all was said and done, I decided it was just too much of a good thing and thought to chunk said post, by cutting a section and saving it for another day. Kind

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Dial-up at the cottage this weekend, per usual, did not allow me to upload any pictures to blogger. Adding insult to injury this time around, the part-time AOL-Slum-Lord-aka-pizza-slinger-aka-local-Notary-Public would neither allow me access to Flickr or Ravelry. I know. The upside is that I had more time to relax and just be. Therefore, because they also need time to relax and just be, the

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The "A" List That is the running list of evaluations for which I am responsible.The eval at the top of the list was due March 29. Yesterday I presented my findings on the last. Hot Diggity. With the school year ending in two weeks, I'm now hoping for a smooth ascent into summer. ::Of course I just jinxed myself.:: And seeing as how my caseload could double next year with the proposed staff cuts

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So You Think You Can Blog?I know. You really didn't think it was going to happen, did you? That I would actually post three days in a row. Me neither. First thing, I'd like to share with you a new-to-me blog I happened upon while following a Ravelry thread, which lead to this person's profile page, where I found the link. I initially clicked the link because I was intrigued by the name of the

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Last week, while shopping for shower invitation accrouements, I came across a camera sale at Office Depot and ended up buying this, in a display model, for about 83 bucks. And yes, I do already have a camera. A very nice, huge-ass camera, that takes wonderful pictures. But,as I explained to my husband, that camera does not fit in a pocket or purse for impromptu exposures. The main reason I

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I started writing this post last week Sunday, while still in my jammies and operating under the mistaken belief that I had an entire afternoon yawning before me. It's amazing how quickly a yawn of an afternoon can turn into a gasp and then a choke. Then, between a week's worth of work things, home things and internetz-distraction-things,the knife ran away with the spoon. Let Me Invitate YouMy

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Feh.* Random SludgeI’ve been a little under the weather the past week, suffering from some kind of gluey, sinus sludge. And as this substance makes a slow and less-than gracious exit from my body, I can’t help but worry that I'm actually expelling brain glue; essential material for holding together the bits and pieces of my brain. ::With the help of some twigs, yarn and duct tape.:: ::But I will

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I Bee Busy. Thanks for Asking. A real post of some sort is hopefully coming soon, including some kind of recap of last weekend. There is mucho crappo going on in my professional world, mostly related to ongoing budget cuts and further staff reductions. And while I am mindful to scrape my emotional feet every day as I leave the office, I still end up dragging some bits out the door.And by the

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Bloom With a ViewI found this in a tree, just outside my front door. Dramatapod ElementarusThis rare species makes its annual migration through our region, but this is the first time I have ever seen it, up close. Day 2. Apparently they know not the meaning of "traveling light." Please click for details. When Bad Things Happen to Good TreesThat there is a bit o'somethin' that tumbled from my own

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Last week I brought work home every night. A report. It was a hard one. Not all of them are. But this one was. And there was a deadline. And on the heels of that deadline, is another. And another. All told, I have to crank out 2.7 reports per week, over the next four weeks, in order to make legally mandated timelines. This is in addition to my other caseload duties. Understand that I'm not

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My spring break officially ended at 3:00 today. Sure, I still have the weekend. But I always have the weekend. As spring breaks go, this one didn't break any records for drunken-yet-harmless moral misdemeanors*, or sunshinery debauchery. But it was time away from the fray, with family, and knitting.For today's post, I started to write what I originally considered to be an interesting piece, on

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We're back from the cottage. We stayed until the ice melted. Well. Almost. I may share more about the ice watch, later this week. For now I'll just say that watching the ice melt is not as cushy a job as it sounds. Random is as Random Does1. ::Spoiler Alert:: While standing in the checkout lane at the grocery store yesterday, I read on the cover of a magazine that there is a huge surprise

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As seasons go, I've never been a big fan of Spring. First of all, she's mostly kind of ugly. Dirty. Mucky. Bland. Then there's her weather. It usually sucks.When Spring weather doesn't acutally suck, around here we tend to get very excited, act like fools, and get all up in its temporarily beautiful, springy face. For example, we prance around the neighborhood, with arms outreached to the sky,

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Friday night, Cakers' stint as Gardener No. 3 in Alice in Wonderland, came to a rousing conclusion. She's painting flowers here. 'Lo! The Queen approaches! I'm guessing that's not a good thing. When it comes to curtain call, there are no bit parts. ::Notice how she's parked herself right in front of the 5th graders.::I kind of like the random first-gradery-ness of this shot. I had meant to post

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I finished the Kipling last night, amidst the chaos of hosting Easter Dessert for my family of origin. Here's a normal view: Here's the Tool view (observation courtesy of College Boy): Here's the specs:Pattern: KiplingYarn: Cherry Hill CottonNotes: Cute sweater.Quick knit.Confusing directions at times, but we appeared to have all survived, didn't we now? I skipped the turned-up,

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Cakers made me this vase for St. Patrick's Day. I love, love, love it. I especially love the little stroke marks, left by her sweet little dabbings with a brush. I like to imagine her jabbering away to her dad, and the pottery store attendant, and maybe thinking a little of me, wondering if would like it, and what I was going to say. I've had a bad week. Again. Still. A week seemingly begotten

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No Monkey ZoneFirst of all, there are no Monkeys in this part. This part is about Quick Knits that Aren't That Quick. Evidently a Quick Knit is only Quick if you actually knit on it. This is what I have so far on the Kipling. I think I finished the front piece early last week, which was really easy and quick. After this point, however, the pattern gets a little tricky, what with the sewing of

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When your life Is all a-muddle,Find some sunshineIn a puddle. The Source:Today's Eye Candy was initially to be a black mudball, carefully formed by Cakers tender patties, yesterday afternoon. It was to represent not only the onset of Spring, but also the dark muddiness of a stressed out heart. But sometimes the Universe has a better idea. P.S. Sometimes the Universe has a great idea. Deal of

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I finished my husband's socks. Not as hideous as you imagined, I imagine. He seems happy with them, but you wouldn't know it by how I had to beg him to not only to try them one, but also to pose his feet in a blogworthy manner. I actually had to move his feet for him, to get that shot. And even then, he wouldn't show me his ankles. So I resorted to a sleezy nap shot:Pattern: Ann Budd's basic

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1) It's not Wednesday. 2) I started two different blog posts this week. None of which are contained here. 3) There have been some big changes in my work environment, with the possiblility of more to come. This has been stressful on many fronts, and a couple of backs, including mine. Despite the resulting chaos, anxiety and overall suckwaddishness, my disturbed inner child is kinda giggin' on it

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Is it just me, or does this Saturday Sky have a little Spring in its step? I have lots on my plate this weekend. Most of it in little piles. I've only gotten through about 1/3 them, and there's a big ass pile of lima beans still looking me in the eye. ::lima beans=stuff brought home from work.:: Tomorrow at 1:00, however, I'm sticking my face in a pile of dessert, via an impromptu visit with some

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Brains are baking.Nerves are shaking.All my pixels In disarray. Intendment No. 2: Finish Intendment list by the end of 2008. But not this week. I also had every intention of fixing that magnificiently mongo sentence frag in that last post. I even said such a thing to a friend, via IM, Saturday morning. "I gotta go fix that." And my friend said "Or it will bug you all day."But I didn't fix it.

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And Yes.This Is It. The first installment of The New Years Intendment post. Just in time for the Ides of February, give or take a week or so. No harm done really. For the year, she is still young. Me? Not so much with the young. In fact, this is the year I turn 50 years old, which has been the issue at the heart of my reluctance to think about write this post. It is has been the stopper in my

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Mr. Saturday SkyMy father-in-law left this little fella on the porch, as a special welcome. Sorry, Frond NumberNot a frond at all, but a pine tree, loaded for snow bear. Big Heel Keep on Turnin'I have turned the heel on my husband's first sock. It was all going well until I somehow dropped a couple of vital stitches whilst transferring them from the waste yarn, back to the needles. Complicating

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A Baby Ate My DingoAs of right now, I am on a 4-day weekend. I always look forward to this annual winter break, ::No doi, dinkledorf.:: But because I've had four days off within the past three weeks, on account of snow, this planned hiatus is feeling a bit, well, awkward. I'm sure I'll get over it.Anyway.Tomorrow we're heading to the cottage for a few days. The weather forecast for the region,

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Pattern: A Bastardization of Cornelia Tuttle Hamilton's Willamsbro. Yarn: EncoreWhat I Didn't Do: Read the directions all the way through before starting, nor did I look at the picture closely and neither did I comprehend that the contrast yarn was suppose to be a weight or two up from the main. I cast on with the contrast without realizing that the contrast was added later, by picking up

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Monday was the annual Daddy Daughter Dance, in our little town. The pink tights were HER idea. Initially I tried to talk her out of it, but 1) No way. Pink and red are related through white, she says. 2) What do I care? I would be spending the evening home alone, knitting. The little hair tie thingie lasted about an hour. To quote a Cakers: "I pulled it out when I had to Rock It." Well, duh!

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So. Yesterday afternoon there were these meteorologists. On T.V. Getting all excited. Again.On account of the snow.A big snow.The biggest snow we’ve seen around these here parts. In years. Decades. Even. One weather dude went so far as to invoke The Blizzard of ’78 .Followed by a Pause of Silence. Followed, no doubt, by a Pause of Program Director Crapping His Pants. Followed by 500,000

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And The Nominees Are...*1) Gibknits. She's sweet, generous, talented, really talented and has a wonderful laugh. Okay, that last one you wouldn't necessarily know from just reading her blog, but now you do. Most important: She's my friend. And I Lurves Her. 2) Rabbitch. She's really funny. And kinda scary. And her name has Bitch. ::Can blog readers catch Stockholm Syndrome?:: 3) Niksknits. Nik

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Tuesday afternoon it was 47 degrees here, and pouring down rain.The forecast for Tuesday night, however, called for a sudden drop in temperature, snow, high winds and below zero wind chills. The meteorologists were having a field day with this incoming band of dread. With each forecast update, there was chest beating, gong banging and foaming of the orifices. And what was the cause of this above

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Of Course I Went.And now...Which is pretty damn cool. But not nearly as damn cool as this guy, who I'd rank up there as 1 in a million, plus a few hundred thou, give or take. What's he like? Classy, down-to-Earth, authentic, gentle, handsome and looks completely dignified with a lamp dome stuck to the side of his head. He was also wearing some sick boots, which I can't believe I forgot to

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Cabana brought home a bouquet of flowers last Friday, to help warm up a welcome for my new friends. All this week, those old buds provided a warm (and sometimes giggly)reminder of my new buds, as well as a notable sense of sad that the party had come and gone, already. They started going bad a couple of days ago ::The flowers, not the friends. I'm pretty sure that ship done sailed long ago.::,

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The DullF.O. F.O. I bore to tears, I know.But no dull Sheila When I drink Tequila.F.O. F.O. Anyway.This is a hat. This is another hat. I knit these hats Mission-ary style, out of the Noro Fuji-no-Mojo. They will be donated to a chemo cap drive. The Girl Grown FastRemember this little Nugget? I posted that picture my first year In-Blog. Would you believe that she is currently wrapping up a very

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1. The Horsemen Knew Her. While that particular bit of education was a blast in the learning, when I woke up Sunday morning with swollen brain, cotton mouth and a pocket full of cartoon-faced maxi-pad, I determined The Horsemen to be of apocalypse ilk. 2. Sure,She's Cute (and Photogenic!), But Keep an Eye Out. Saturday night in the Motel room, while some of us embarked upon an evening of

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Reason no. 347 I should never live alone.Or be left with the cleaning.

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While cleaning out my recipe file last week, I came across this half-folder sheet. This was part of my recipe folder, back in another life, with a different man and a different name. When the folder disintegrated, I saved this half. On it are two improvised recipes and a few names and addresses. I don't think I ever made that spaghetti recipe again. The other is a recipe for a single serving

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And No, This is Not the New Years Post. Yet. Still.Last FO of 2007, Please Meet the First of '08:As soon as I finished this, I experienced a tiny needled emptiness and immediately wanted to cast on for another pair. Except I don't have any sock yarn. A pairently, I really am a sock knitter. Pattern: From Ann Budd's book of patterns. Yarn: Lana Grossa Magico.As you were.

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Today's Eye Candy is courtesy of wetter and better times. Rocks just wanna have fun. Me too. Is It Spring Break Yet?My reentry into the world of work this week, has earned itself a Four-Prong rating on the Oyster-Fork-in-the-Eye universal rating system. In addition to all the work stuff I cannot speak of ::none of said stuff appears to have taken any kind of holiday break.::, Tuesday night I

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...She'll want a place to put it. If you find a place to put it, you'll have to move two coffee cups. If you move two coffee cups, you'll have to find a place to put them. If the place you find to put the two coffee cups is already crammed with coffee cups, including some cups from the set of Christmas dishes that your family used for Every Day, from December 18, 2006 through January 5, 2008*,

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I'm still working on my Baby New Year post. Well, I'm still thinkin' on workin' on it. It's complicated, all this thinkin'. And related linkin'. Anyway.When we went to the cottage, we left a half-baked Christmas clean-up in our wake, which continues to be a bake in process. The problem is that we need to make room for the new loot. And it's at this point that things are getting back logged. For

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I had a more substantial post planned for today, but seeing as how this is our last night at the cottage, and my husband just invited me to the back room to knit by the fire and watch a movie, and I don't much feel like thumb wrestling the rural internet gods so I can type three words in a row without disconnect, I'll just catch you all on the other side. In the meantime, I'd like to show you

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Preface WhineRegarding this here cottage dial-up, I have figured out that I get about 3 "clicks" per internet connection before getting booted or screen freeze. When it comes to Meaningful Events of Access, i.e. picture uploads or access to Blogger, I have determined my allotment to be about 3 per 12 hour period. And unused events do not carry over. ::I've also determined that the "up" in this "

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I hate Christmas was wonderful beyond my dreams. Christmas Eve I stayed up until 2:00 a.m., ransacking the house in search of my secret booze stash, after knocking off the last legitmate bottle of wine. to make sure the next morning was nothing less than perfect. Christmas morning, Cakers was up at the crack of ass dawn to open her gifts. Then, while Cakers played with her new toys, I cleaned up

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The Redemption of a HaterI had a post all planned out for today. In this post there was to be lots of whinging. Specifically, whinging about the bringing of the Happy Joy to loved ones who not only deserve some, but who also return some, tenfold.Anyway. I had the post planned out, in all it's clever, but due to circumstances that bring said opportunity for whinge, there was no time to whinge it.

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I wish I could tell you about all that has beseiged me, this week. But I can't. Instead, I bring you my all-time favorite, one-balled* wonder, for today's Eye Candy. May Your Days Be Furry and Bright.*And the one is borrowed, poor guy.

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::No, a monkey has not flown out of anybody's behind.I really am posting twice within a 3 day period.:: 1) Sinus Sklawg- For two weeks now, I’ve had this sinus thing I can only describe as Sklawg. Sinus Sklawg. Sinus Sklawg is stuff. Stuff that mostly hangs around in my head, without really bothering anybody. Every once in awhile, however, the Sklawg comes downtown for a visit. Usually it’s

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My name is Marcia and I’m a Slackaholic. It’s been seven days since I last made meaningful contribution to any purpose here on Earth and three days since I was last yelled at by the lady who lives in the automated check-out machine, at the grocery store.Anyway.Today's Eye Candy is sponsored by the local chapter of MAMoStriLiWhUnDerInfluHomiIdWhoFaMeStiNeedaCouMoYeaToGeOvLastin (Mothers Against

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We are one week into December, and lots of you are several weeks into the holiday hustle already. Not me, man. Just last week I told Cakers that she had to take her homemade Halloween decoration off the front door. ::It was really cute and, technically a Neewollah decoration, on account of her hanging the letters in reverse order.:: Once the door was free of fall holiday debris, I re-hung my

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The Artist Formerly Known as Cabana ::TAFKC?::Over the past several weeks, TAFKC has been working three jobs, mouseballs to the wall. ::He's a private contractor in the automotive industry. He designs tools. Not hammers and wrenches. It's complicated.::Anyway. A few months age he hit a long stretch of unemployment. In recent weeks, however, he's been blessed with almost more work than he can

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But not as bad as I might need some specialized critter control. This meaningless post is a BWO production. ::Thanks, JenLa for the link.::

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That this one is over. The Good Thanks Given:-The brine ::I originally devoted an entire section of this post to the subject. It was titled: Brine's Song.::-The roasted vegetable gravy. -The apple pie.-The homemade crusts of Pumpkin Pies #s 1 & 2.-Pumpkin Pies #s 3 & 4, store bought crusts notwithstanding.-The Cabana Who Goes To The Store on Thanksgiving Eve, without mocking or complaint. -The

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Okay. So I have this one friend, who has lots and lots of friends. I, on the other hand, have not that many. Once every 3 years or so, this one friend will loan me a sampling of friends, from her vast array. This loan package invariably includes perks of kinship and comaraderie. At the conclusion of said loaner weekend, amidst the mild hangover, aching post-laughing face and overall sense of Damn

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Me and my best bud......Are off for a weekend with the girls. And you don't need to send anything.

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...Ogre EasyCakers brought this home from school today. I wish you could see his ghost-like skirted bottom, but he wouldn't all fit on the scanner. I love this stuff. I love picturing her picturing the picture in her fabulous mind, before putting it to paper. I love wondering her wonder as to how wonderful it will be. And the best part for me: She has no idea how wonderful it is,That wonderful

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I hear that 49 is the new Chocolate Frosting On the Face. I guess this means I'm in for a good lickin'.Seriously, I'm handling this marker better than I did the 39. Maybe I'm just more stoopit. I dunno.Anyway. I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a sudden urge to ride the aisles of the grocery store in a motorized cart, and maybe run the wheels up the heels of 30-Somethings.*::I remember when

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