I SWEAR I was going to make an actual article type blog entry about my shrug.
Then I logged onto my e-mail for a quick second and then I saw a couple of things I had to check up on and there was a blog that I haven't had a chance to catch up on and I'd just read a few entries...that was 8 HOURS AGO. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!?!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Worked 34 days without a day off
Whew...am I BEAT.
I'm waiting for the new schedule for the next phase. I did get some nice pictures, mostly of Aluminum extrusion plants.
And I have forgotten how to knit. So I'm going to try and re-teach myself ASAP.
I'll let you know how I progress.
OH in case you're wondering I have a cough that makes people in pharmacies change their minds suddenly and something on the other side of the store they needed. This must be fixed up before I head out again.
I'm waiting for the new schedule for the next phase. I did get some nice pictures, mostly of Aluminum extrusion plants.
And I have forgotten how to knit. So I'm going to try and re-teach myself ASAP.
I'll let you know how I progress.
OH in case you're wondering I have a cough that makes people in pharmacies change their minds suddenly and something on the other side of the store they needed. This must be fixed up before I head out again.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Castle Mousenstein
About a week ago, we got pounded with a good 10-12 inches, of snow. I did not react well to seeing that much new snow outside; I was dealing with the change in my work schedule and feeling more bearish than mouseish.
After I decided to call off and play Hooky, I needed to do SOMETHING to improve my attitude, because I was pretty tired of the Winter, snow and winter snow storms.
Somewhere in the shoveling the huge frigging amount of white stuff off my sidewalk, I remembered how my sisters had once encouraged me to try and make a sand castle. (I couldn’t be convinced, because I wanted to do it perfectly.)
Sometimes, you can learn some lessons, even if it is a bit late. The idea isn't to do something perfectly, the first time you try it - it’s to try it at all.
So, aside from the fact that there’s supposed to be a postern gate and I made plenty of ... "Character" decisions, I present: Castle Mousenstein!
It's not perfect, but I got too cold and wet to finish. But I had fun while I was working on it and I'm old enough now that I DON'T HAVE to finish everything I start, I can stop when it's not fun anymore.
After I decided to call off and play Hooky, I needed to do SOMETHING to improve my attitude, because I was pretty tired of the Winter, snow and winter snow storms.
Somewhere in the shoveling the huge frigging amount of white stuff off my sidewalk, I remembered how my sisters had once encouraged me to try and make a sand castle. (I couldn’t be convinced, because I wanted to do it perfectly.)
Sometimes, you can learn some lessons, even if it is a bit late. The idea isn't to do something perfectly, the first time you try it - it’s to try it at all.
So, aside from the fact that there’s supposed to be a postern gate and I made plenty of ... "Character" decisions, I present: Castle Mousenstein!
It's not perfect, but I got too cold and wet to finish. But I had fun while I was working on it and I'm old enough now that I DON'T HAVE to finish everything I start, I can stop when it's not fun anymore.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Socktopia
The last couple of weeks have not been blog friendly and since nobody wants to hear any more whining, I haven't had much to say.
That being said, things are looking up. A wonderful and very talented designer needs a temporary forum for a pattern that she designed for Socktopia. So I get to do that-If you can't see the smug on my face, you're not looking closely.
It’s not polite to point out that it’s just temporary.
So without further ado, I am tickled um, err, yellow, to present Field of Flowers.
***Please note that the link for the Field of Flowers pattern has been redirected to Ravelry.
That being said, things are looking up. A wonderful and very talented designer needs a temporary forum for a pattern that she designed for Socktopia. So I get to do that-If you can't see the smug on my face, you're not looking closely.
It’s not polite to point out that it’s just temporary.
So without further ado, I am tickled um, err, yellow, to present Field of Flowers.
***Please note that the link for the Field of Flowers pattern has been redirected to Ravelry.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
The best and the worst...
It's official, Ravelry is the best and the worst thing that can happen to a knitter.
There are TOO many really interesting things going on there, so many wonderful projects, posts, things to do, people to meet, it's not only overwhelming, it's interfering with my knitting.
My queue is growing, but my current project isn't.
They should have a time limit for logons. You can only logon to Ravelry for one hour...no, maybe two hours...or three hours a day.
There are TOO many really interesting things going on there, so many wonderful projects, posts, things to do, people to meet, it's not only overwhelming, it's interfering with my knitting.
My queue is growing, but my current project isn't.
They should have a time limit for logons. You can only logon to Ravelry for one hour...no, maybe two hours...or three hours a day.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
New Beginnings
You have to understand, I am change resistant. (Sort of like someone who's afraid of heights is resistant to being thrown out of an airplane - without a parachute.)
I have to deal with changes in my life just now. Many of them are personal; I have to think about things in a different way, but one of them is professional. For the first time in 10 years, I am going to have to change who I work for. Now it's every American's right to complain about their company, actually, I think it's a duty, but this company has been my woobie for a whole lot of years. My job was the first real work I found after the love of my life died and it helped me keep it together after my Dad died. I've been hoping for a change in circumstances, but it only seems to be going from bad to worse. (Ye-ha for the Michigan economy.)
There are, I am sure any number of people who have it worse than I do. I am aware of this, I understand this - intellectually. I sympathize with those people, I wish I could make their problems go away, too.
Right now though, I want to mope, whine and have a heel kicking temper tantrum. I DO NOT want to have to adapt. I'd even like a few lemon drops, you know maybe 10 or so, nice symmetry, one shot for each year and I just want to turn into a hysterical mess and act like a crazy person and knit.
Honesty-break: I'd love to get used to regular trips around the States, to Europe, Australia and maybe some other points on the globe. I'd love to be creative and be able to create wonderful patterns and make lovely things. I'd happily freak out if I were treated like the Empress of America. (Yeah I know, what's her face has that sewn up…that Hilton girl.) Still, I'd like to get used to being treated well and being well off. Don't rain on my parade here, I'm fantasizing.
So while I've been heavily in denial, I haven't been able to concentrate on simple things, like my knitting deadlines. And there are SEVERAL of them! I'm going to have a whole bunch of apologizing to do later.
One of my sister's has been telling me that I'll make it, and then telling me about the whole door and window thing. She's been through it, she knows.
So, I'm busy thinking of sun filled rooms with huge stashes of yarn, infinite patterns, endless needles and soft comfy chairs that make it almost impossible to get out of, they're so nice. But there's another part of me that's also worried about how to keep my yarn and needles dry if I need to pack them in a shopping cart.
So, if you hear any odd noises, please don't shoot, it's just me looking for that open window.
I have to deal with changes in my life just now. Many of them are personal; I have to think about things in a different way, but one of them is professional. For the first time in 10 years, I am going to have to change who I work for. Now it's every American's right to complain about their company, actually, I think it's a duty, but this company has been my woobie for a whole lot of years. My job was the first real work I found after the love of my life died and it helped me keep it together after my Dad died. I've been hoping for a change in circumstances, but it only seems to be going from bad to worse. (Ye-ha for the Michigan economy.)
There are, I am sure any number of people who have it worse than I do. I am aware of this, I understand this - intellectually. I sympathize with those people, I wish I could make their problems go away, too.
Right now though, I want to mope, whine and have a heel kicking temper tantrum. I DO NOT want to have to adapt. I'd even like a few lemon drops, you know maybe 10 or so, nice symmetry, one shot for each year and I just want to turn into a hysterical mess and act like a crazy person and knit.
Honesty-break: I'd love to get used to regular trips around the States, to Europe, Australia and maybe some other points on the globe. I'd love to be creative and be able to create wonderful patterns and make lovely things. I'd happily freak out if I were treated like the Empress of America. (Yeah I know, what's her face has that sewn up…that Hilton girl.) Still, I'd like to get used to being treated well and being well off. Don't rain on my parade here, I'm fantasizing.
So while I've been heavily in denial, I haven't been able to concentrate on simple things, like my knitting deadlines. And there are SEVERAL of them! I'm going to have a whole bunch of apologizing to do later.
One of my sister's has been telling me that I'll make it, and then telling me about the whole door and window thing. She's been through it, she knows.
So, I'm busy thinking of sun filled rooms with huge stashes of yarn, infinite patterns, endless needles and soft comfy chairs that make it almost impossible to get out of, they're so nice. But there's another part of me that's also worried about how to keep my yarn and needles dry if I need to pack them in a shopping cart.
So, if you hear any odd noises, please don't shoot, it's just me looking for that open window.
Friday, February 1, 2008
I'm too sexy for my socks: the trouble with "cankles"
Now what are "cankles" you may wonder...
I know I did when a co-worker started talking about them. But being a young man, he didn't notice the elder disapproval flowing over the rims of my eyeglasses as he explained that some women have cankles. You know, calves that run all the way to their ankles, 'cause they're fat.
Don't get me wrong, I like my legs, they are sturdy and strong. They have carried me almost everyplace I've wanted to go and they haven't complained too much about my occasional abuse. Not even the time I tried to climb up that silly hill in Colorado Springs, which my legs were convinced was actually Pikes Peak. Elegant and aesthetically pleasing, my legs aren't, but they're mine and I'm the only one who's allowed to make fun of them.
Buying socks has always been difficult for me, I don't like anklets in the winter, they let the snow get to my legs and ankles and that's cold and unpleasant. My sister, ever the practical woman, buys men’s socks. Alas, my calves are large enough that I need to knit my socks in order for them to fit properly.
So, I've been working on my first pair of socks. After completing my first sock I happily danced around the kitchen, singing, both I'm too sexy for my socks AND the kid’s voice that comes up at the end of some TV shows, "I made this!" They are Susan Pierce Lawrence's "Horcrux Socks" and because this year I'm trying to be financially responsible (It was another one of those New Year's resolutions) I'm stash knitting. I knit mine with Lana Grossa's Meilenweit Mega Boots Stretch. I only had to tweak the pattern an extra 30 stitches at the top. And I've decided that as I get better, I'm going to start writing my own patterns.
But I’ve made a sock and it fits and that’s really making me happy right now. So, I’m going to go work on it’s mate, now.
I know I did when a co-worker started talking about them. But being a young man, he didn't notice the elder disapproval flowing over the rims of my eyeglasses as he explained that some women have cankles. You know, calves that run all the way to their ankles, 'cause they're fat.
Don't get me wrong, I like my legs, they are sturdy and strong. They have carried me almost everyplace I've wanted to go and they haven't complained too much about my occasional abuse. Not even the time I tried to climb up that silly hill in Colorado Springs, which my legs were convinced was actually Pikes Peak. Elegant and aesthetically pleasing, my legs aren't, but they're mine and I'm the only one who's allowed to make fun of them.
Buying socks has always been difficult for me, I don't like anklets in the winter, they let the snow get to my legs and ankles and that's cold and unpleasant. My sister, ever the practical woman, buys men’s socks. Alas, my calves are large enough that I need to knit my socks in order for them to fit properly.
So, I've been working on my first pair of socks. After completing my first sock I happily danced around the kitchen, singing, both I'm too sexy for my socks AND the kid’s voice that comes up at the end of some TV shows, "I made this!" They are Susan Pierce Lawrence's "Horcrux Socks" and because this year I'm trying to be financially responsible (It was another one of those New Year's resolutions) I'm stash knitting. I knit mine with Lana Grossa's Meilenweit Mega Boots Stretch. I only had to tweak the pattern an extra 30 stitches at the top. And I've decided that as I get better, I'm going to start writing my own patterns.
But I’ve made a sock and it fits and that’s really making me happy right now. So, I’m going to go work on it’s mate, now.
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