More Tales from Bloggergarten
Keeping in line with the quest to continually improve my fledgling Blogging skills, yesterday I practiced stealing blog buttons. After loading up about 3 or 4 in not so quick order (I've birthed babies quicker) I came upon a disconcerting message at Wendy's Knits requesting that button stealers follow proper "netiquette" and host buttons from their own server.

Oops.

My stomach rose to my throat as I realized that I'd been frolicking through the Knitblogger Button Garden with a teacup on my nose . Bad form along the lines of tooters in church and walking through Nordstrom's with the back of one's skirt tucked in one's pantyhose.

Because the last thing I want is to be the cover story of the next edition of Knational KnitBlogger's Enquirer ("Newbie Pariahs: Where do They Come from and How do we Send Them Back? or "Can you believe that Button Pig has been Hogging our Bandwidth?") I began the process of returning the ill-gotten button booty. I hope to eventually resteal using the presumably prescribed methodology.

Please note: I'm not done redoing. So before any y'all get your mouse cord in a curl, I'm working on it!

A Sunday Morning Testimonial
A few weeks ago, on a Sunday morning, I caught an infomercial for Winsor Pilates. Aside from Daisy Fuentes being unable to convince me that she was ever out of shape, the testimonials were believable.

I don't have (or make) much time for exercise these days. I used to take the girl out in the jogger, but now she's having none of it. I even tried showing her who's boss by strapping her in, hoping she would come to remember happier strolling times. Nothing doing. She immediately unstrapped herself, leaned over the front wheel and put her fingers in the spinning spokes. I guess I showed her.

Back to the story...I ordered the tapes, and have worked out to the basic 20 minute tape 5 times this week. I've lost three pounds already, without dieting. My husband has already noticed a change in my appearance. He started the program yesterday.

On the sidebar I've added some links to a picture a piece of my pets (see Furry Bits) and I've just noticed that my Sidebar suffers from shrinking font syndrome. I have no idea....

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I hope to have a link to a picture gallery soon, so there will be more to look when none of y'all continue to show up. I'll keep you posted. Please be patient. And I beg you, please, no more angry emails.

In the meantime, since no one is around, seemingly for miles, I'm fixin' to throw some wet toilet paper blobs on the bathroom ceiling. I got away with this activity for years in grade school. In college ,however, I underappreciated the power (and inherent evil) of the R.A.'s narc squad.

For dinner, I'm thinking chicken. Large breasts. Honey-dripping sauce. Hot. Off the grill. ::thinking flashing breasts might draw some attention::

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One of my goals this summer is to try my hand at dyeing, using the Koolaid method a la Knitty.com koolaid. While perusing the color "chart" I imagined a colorful wide striped cardigan using four or five colors, maybe yellow, orange, green and blue. At this time I was listening to a national news channel and the topic was the upcoming holiday and the potential threat of terrorist attacks. There was also the usual discussion about how the nearly constant high alert levels have caused complacency amongst the people.

Serendipity. Why not knit a Terror Alert sweater using Koolaid colors? What a great idea for a knit-along while contributing to the collective safety of our fine country. The sweater would be striped in all the colors of the alert system. When the sweater is worn, a moveable pin or button would indicate the current threat level. If this thing catches on, maybe the big kahunas might consider changing the alert colors to Koolaid flavors. It certainly would grab the public's attention and be refreshing as well. For "Orange" I like "Mandarina Tangerina. I can't remember if I took my meds today.

Confession: In yesterday's entry I unfairly blamed my husband for distracting me during a tough pattern row in my lacey tunic sweater. After being away from the piece (the knitting, not my husband) for two days, I resumed working on it and realized that I had been knitting the right pattern in the wrong row. Sorry honey!

That's not to say he doesn't distract me. Someone needs to invent a flag system to signal loved ones when the knitter absolutely should not be approached under any circumstances (i.e. casting on for a 1001 stitch sweater, lacey rows, etc). Maybe it's time for deelly boppers to reinvent themselves.

My cat just puked on the mousepad. She'd been outside. I wonder what she's been eating. I hope to get some more bloggy things figured out over the next couple of days. I also hope the above link worked, it was my first time.

If anyone is actually reading this, you'll notice there is the ghost of a knitter's blog ring thingy somewhere. It doesn't work yet. I signed up in the wee hours this morning and forget to pay attention to what is supposed to happen next. Hopefully the universe will provide.

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I'm hoping to find a site meter icon after publishing this.

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I found a book on Blogging called Blogging: Genius Strategies for Instant Web Content by Biz Stone. When I find out how make links, maybe I'll practice linking y'all to the blog of this seemingly very handsome, self-ascribed (tongue-in-cheek) genius. *post blogeditity: Cute Guy

I also bought the Vintage Knits (Sarah Dallas). Very yummy stuff. I've leafed through it a few times but today I was moved to purchase. Although tedious and slow moving, there is something delicious about the details in tiny knitting.

This blogging stuff has consumed my brain and most of my time. I haven't knit a stitch in two days. When I do resume work on my current project (Point D'Esprit tunic in Knitting the New Classics, Sterling/Lark) I must unknit an entire row of lace, again. When I'm knitting, my husband seems to think I'm just biding time until I can be of some personal and efficient use. Good thing I'm a patient, albeit devious woman. He's yet to realize that despite my benign presentation while knitting, I'm carrying two potentially lethal weapons.

My main reason for returning to post at this time was to perform a test post/publish to see if my comment function functions...and here I am jabbering again, to no one. Regardless of the sorry state of my constituency, I'm very excited thinking this pig might fly after all.

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I'm an internet degenerate. Years ago, I knew more than enough (and more than most of my friends) about making one's way through cyberworld. I became complacant and didn't keep up. I am also a knitter who has recently discovered (and become fascinated with) the knitting subculture found on the internet. A part of this intrigue is related to knitting blogs. I've read them, I've loved them, I want one.

For the record, I am highly impulsive, with the attention span of a flea. I found this place through a link in an article written by a professional journalist. I would link the article, but...well, you'll find out in the next sentence or two why said link is not present. The article said anyone who can type can blog at blogger.com. K. So...I sign up. Yipee. I post my first message and realize there is no place for anyone to comment, there are no automatic links to make links. So you're telling me I have to know html to interact, tease and play with my readers? Neither can I place the magic button that will allow me into the sacred ring of knitbloggers? Long ago, on a Delphi board far away I once was able to make my font's dance in the most fabulous color of periwinkle. That's the only time I played the language tag game.

So, I'm off to the book store to find some books. I hope there is such a beast as "HTML for Dummies." I might also look for "Impulse Control for Monkeys: Knowing where you're going before you grab the next vine."

I also hope to find out why I have two blogs with the same title and whether or not they are a cyber-cyamese-freak-of-naycha type of thing. Can I destroy one without harming the other? Is a blog entry a living entity? Will I have Write-to-life on my tail? What's the difference between publishing and posting? I'm in over my snout.

If I can get learn how to get this place ordered as I would like, I'll be back. If it's gonna be a hugomongous pain in the butt roast, then this maiden voyage will be the last.

Marcia

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I'm not really sure if this pig will fly. Blogger booted me before I was initiated, so pardon the pig poo, I'm under construction.

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