Monocle

Progression of thought is a curious thing. I started thinking about how I would like a monocle. Who knows why I thought that, but I did. So I started thinking could I find one to buy on the web. After some time of tripping through the Internet fantastic I took a left turn into the image gallery of monocles. I somehow had the tickle of a memory that Romaine Brooks had painted Lady Una Troubridge with her dachshunds and a monocle, looking particularly butch. After more searching I finally found the image I was looking for. And again I thought my doesn't she look particularly butch. The monocle, the gentlemanly attire, or the silly little dachshunds, all contribute to the aura. However, for me it is all about the attitude. There is something in the set of her mouth and the direct, almost aggressive, look right into the viewers eyes which says she is a sapphist. I pondered the expression for awhile and then went back to the monocle. I still need to find one, only goddess' knows where I will wear such a frivolous thing!

Divine Hair

So my wonderful friend, transplantmom, took me to the movies Christmas morning. I think it was take a gentile to the movie day, I rewarded her kindness by dumping popcorn all over her and the two chairs in front of us. Fortunately, no one was sitting there yet. I doubt she takes me to the movies again after that.

However, we wanted something bright and cheery so of course we went to see Sweeney Todd. I loved it, the music, the sets, the gore, Johnny Depp's hair. Fabulous. I also enjoyed Alan Rickman playing an evil judge, he does evil so well. Did I mention Johnny Depp's hair? Anyway, not only was it a feast of entertainment, but it was also a feast of knitting. The scarves, shawls and wristwarmers were everywhere. I am thinking it will be a great season for wristwarmers and aren't I glad I know how to knit them. If only I can crank out a pair for myself. Anyway, for the goth children and the goth children wannabes run to the theatre and see Sweeney Todd you will love it. Oh and in case you missed it Johnny Depp's hair is divine.

Is that the reason so many tea-things are put out here?

Truthfully, I am not a very Christmassy kind of person. I just like getting the days off from work. I can get behind any holiday that allows me to be paid not to be at work. So, I try not to be a scrooge, but overall I dislike carols and the combination of red with green does not inspire me. That said, look at my beautiful Christmas present from my cuz. She knitted me this beautiful tea cozy out of Noro yarn. It looks especially (dare I say it) FABULOUS cuddled around one of my fiestaware teapots. I love it even if I did need a course on how to dress a teapot. I originally tried to put it on upside down.

I think about all the tea-things I possess and I am sure the Mad Hatter would be jealous. I could have a non-stop tea party for days, if I only had a longer table. Regardless, this is one more wonderful addition to the party.

Much muchness

I look out my window and see snow, so I thought I would think of something tropical. This photo is one of my pictures from Hawaii. It made me think of a Hawaiian Christmas instead of the white one taking place outside. It is amazing that we always want what we don't have. If I was in Hawaii maybe I would be wishing for a white Christmas. Okay, that is a laugh because I would never want snow no matter what the holiday.

I have spent the last two days shuffling around in my jammies because I slept funny Thursday night and woke up in a world of hurt in my back on Friday. I did not even go to work, I couldn't put socks on. I thought about wearing sandals to work but realized they were on a shelf and my reaching ability was limited. I felt so bad I sent my girlfriend to LYS, Knitorious (www.knitorious.com) to save me from a bad yarn situation. I see her walking in very determined, but completely looking like a fish out of water going up to the yarn girl in charge and saying, "Help! Tempesttea needs more yarn." I am sure the head yarn girl smirked at that one. She has a clue how much yarn I have. Anyway, kudos to the LYS staff and my girlfriend, job well done. Second bracelet is progressing well. The village approach to solving yarn problems was a smashing success. Love you guys.

Three-legged pack dog

So I knitted a belly band Lanie after much pleading from her father to do so. Dyebolical Yarns (stlrachelknits.blogspot.com) suggested that I should have knitted a pockets in Lanie's belly band. Thanks for giving the taters' dad ideas Dyebolical. Anyway, this is the belly band modeled by Lanie. It was suggested that her tummy got cold because the missing leg isn't there to shelter her tummy. So this is the end result. She immediately tired to chew it off. But my duty is done. If Lanie's belly gets cold, I have done my part to keep it warm.

Also, this morning at 5:40 am after 2 hours of labor my niece gave birth to her third child, Joshua Warren Queen. Joshua was 7 plus pounds and twenty inches long. Thankful, my niece is getting her tubes tied in six weeks, so no new babies for a long time, until my baby sister starts reproducing.

Just a Pack of Cards

I love the color green, especially the same green as a granny smith apple. My mother calls it god awful green, but I like it. Most of my friends know I love this color and they always call it my green. I even imagine sometimes that I could dye my hair this color. I would love that, but ascetically I think it would be just too much, but then again I think if you can do something, why not over do it. But yesterday at the hairdressers my thought was trust my beauty guru. He wanted my hair shorter and darker, so today instead of god awful green hair I have short brown hair. Maybe he was right, but still green hair would have been fabulous on me.

So last night I went to a bar to hear the sounds of Fruit Jam. Fruit Jam is the band my girlfriend plays the sax for. They play mostly big band and swing music, not really my favorite, but I am all about supporting my friends. The band sounded great, especially awesome was "As Time Goes By."

I know my girlfriend doesn't like for me to knit while we are out, and at a bar during a gig would have probably been to much for her, but I outsmarted her. I took knitting for her dog. She wants a belly band for her three-legged dog, Lanie. Apparently , Lanie's tummy gets cold because she doesn't have the leg to shield the belly. I thought well, okay, so I used some odds and ends I had and experimented with some stitches. So all and all, it was a good knitting weekend.

And a cake marked eat me

Today I dashed into Jilly's Cupcake Bar http://www.jillyscupcakebar.com/Home.html

for dinner. Talk about eating healthy. I had a s'more cupcake and a 2% steamed millk. The food gestpo is probably looking for me right now. Anyway, the place is really kind of cool. It was almost the end of the day so I didn't have to much to choose from, but you know that might have been a good thing.

It was obsence the way I made love to that cupcake. The chocolate icing and with the marshmellow and carmel drizzled on it, obsence I tell you. I think the only thing that could have made it better was if it had a marshmellow center. By the goddesses of indulgence, I would have went into a coma on that one. Anyway, the chocolate hopped me up so much I am still reeling from the sugar. My final pronouncement is mmmmm yummy in my tummy.

The time has come

Finally, I am done with this project. And yes to those counting it is another ribbon scarf. It has been one of the worst project I have worked on so far. I saw the pattern for a scribble scarf in Mason Dixon Knits and thought it was lovey. Lovely, yes, but my choice of material was probably my downfall. I chose ribbon, the slippery stuff, and mohair, the clingy stuff. And to make the matter worse this is part of my mother's Christmas present. The mistakes are legion here, and I do mean legion. And I never want to work with mohair again. That stuff is awful and it feels funny too. At one point the ball of ribbon rolled away and into the other room meanwhile the mohair was knotted up at my needles. It was pitiful, I was pitiful. But last night with the help of my cuz and Torchwood I got it done. Yeah for me!!! So looking beyond the mistakes I will give it to my mom and she will inevitably say, "Dear this is nice," and put it away with the painted pasta necklace I made her while I was in the first grade. We will never discuss it again.

As to the rest of my week it has been a whirlwind of errors. I forgot to check the schedule this week and didn't show up to open the library. For those who want to know how you open a library, you use a key. But that getting it ready to open requires a list things that have to be done before the patrons come in at nine. A co-worker begrudingly picked up the slack for me, but trust me I will pay for that. I lost my wallet, but thankful I had dropped it at home, I left my mobile at home for a whole day, and then I drank too much at a party yesterday. All in all not a stellar week. EXCEPT I got the scarf done. So all is not lost.

I did also eat at an amazing Italian restaurant Friday night, Cugino's in Florrisant. The chicken spiedini was awesome. The outside crispy, the inside tender and filled with cheese and tomato, and next to it was a side of rendered lemon butter. I had some love in my tummy after that.

So again something else to go into the plus side for my week.

However, on the negative side is that KGITS who has taken me to good restaurants and given me sweet cranberry wine still gets no e-mail from me, because her e-mail address is out in my car. Sorry KGITS.

Torchwood

I am in love with the show, Torchwood and yes I know that makes me a nerd. But I love the whole pansexual vibe and that it is a spinoff from Dr. Who. The kiss I saw today between Jack and Jack was hot. I am thinking I really liked the guy on guy action thing. We need more of that in television and boy would that piss off the religious right. Who knew that Cardiff would be so progressive?

Okay, so it is Sunday night and tomorrow I have to go back to work after four days off. I wish I could call in rich tomorrow and just do what I did all weekend, shop, visit, go to concerts, knit, and partake in libation. Well maybe not quite in that order. Oh well, my ironing will not wait.

Feed your head

Yesterday, was one of the best thanksgiving I have ever had. Everywhere I went I was hail lady well met. I had all the usual thanksgiving fare and then some. I am sure I will have to do some sort of penance for that. I think the winner for best food was Semperfiona's pecan pie. I am a cake girl, not liking the crust on pie, but SF did some special juju to her crust on her pecan pie that made it beyond edible. After my piece of pie I wanted to go back and wolf down the rest of the pie with no regard to anyone else in the room. It took restraint and control to keep my extra large tush planted in my chair. The crust was just so perfect. Crunchy and light with out being too doughy or tough. She said something about vodka in the recipe. To that I say da Semperfiona, da.

Anyway, for those who are stickler's about there Alice. I am aware the dormouse never said feed your head, that would be pure Jefferson Airplane. But I can think that if the dormouse had lived through the 1960s he very well might have said something like that.

So I felted the extremely large bag I have been working on. Actually, what I should say is Tammy felted it for me last night. It is still being blocked at Rivendale. It is actually wider than I wanted it to be after it was felted, but I had suspected this was going to be the case. Anyway, I looks pretty good for my first felted project. We shall see how it turns out once I put the finishing touches on it. Look for photos of the finished product.

Bodily Functions

This is a picture of kool-aid dyed yarn. It is complete irrelevant to my post today, but I think once you read the post you will be glad that I choose a picture of the yarn instead of something more fitting.

Saturday at the Library, someone crapped on the floor of the woman's restroom and then spread it all over with her shoe. Though not in my job description, I felt that it would be best to clean it up so it did not ferment over the weekend and become a bigger problem on Monday morning. I double gloved up and used bleach to wipe up what I could. Gross and disgusting.

Tuesday morning while shelf reading in the corner of the library I found what I thought was a gold foil candy wrapper. I picked it up to discover it was a Magnum condom wrapper with the used condom inside it. I was totally repulsed and spent the next half hour washing my hands with hot water.

I am in fact waiting to see what tomorrow will bring. I am thinking a patron will probably spit on me because the Internet is slow.

On that note have a great Thanksgiving.

Socks!

Okay, first I have to admit that I am one of those people who don't like to think about let alone look at feet. Even pretty and pedicured feet kind of give me the queasies. So the fact that I am prominently displaying my foot in a sock should be a clue that I am damned proud of myself for knitting a sock (notice it has no mate at this point).

After I completed the sock I tromped around my front room in one sock shouting, "SOCK!" as if I were a cavewoman who had just invented fire. Not that I invent knitted socks and that people have been knitting them for millennium. Forget also that the sock is slightly too big and the heel feels a little weird, I novice knitter, made a sock. Yes, I am flush with the victory of it. Granted I have two feet and I have to replicate my efforts for a second sock. Still, I get knitter cred for having knit a sock. Okay so for you non-knitters this seems like a ridiculous post, to them I say, "SOCK!"



On other news I must admit that I have changed my route to work, I no longer drive by Chicken and Waffles. It had become just too tempting. I knew one day I would stop and have to go in and who knows what would happen next. I would become addicted to the place and then I would force all my friends to traipse up to the northside to experience the enigma of Chicken and Waffles. So count your blessings.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see.

Sometimes I wonder about myself, am I myself today or was I more myself yesterday? Or when I say I am not myself today, is it really that I am truly being myself? That is just to existential to contemplate.
So, yesterday when I was either myself or someone else, I meet some old friends for dinner at a north county establishment called Ponticello's. The food and the atmosphere was American/Italian like so many places I am familiar with on the south side of St. Louis. Even the pizza I ordered was what I have called for years, south side Hoosier style, but here I sat as far north from the arch as you can get and still be considered in St. Louis eating the world's flattest pizza. The paradigm of my life is shifting and as a friend suggested I should be looking for a pair of quarters instead.

As I continue to work in north county, so far from my home in south city, I am beginning to learn a new world. My workplace is ten minutes from a Wal-mart. I have never worked this close to a Wal-mart in my life. I don't know if this is necessarily a good thing. I recently discovered a White Castle that I never knew existed. Again not a good thing. The closest yarn shop is not my beloved Knitorious (www.knitorious.com).

For a brief moment I thought, maybe I could move up here and not have so far to commute to work. I mentally spanked myself for that thought. The houses in North County are all post-WWII ranches, with about as much personality as cream cheese. Second floors are an anathemas. I actually feel more like I am in Memphis, Tennessee then St. Louis. Yet all the driver licenses I see to dole out library cards say St. Louis County. Oh well, maybe my idea of St. Louis needed some revisions, my horizons expanded, because I did like Ponticello's and I know I will eat there again. And the company over dinner was wonderful, north county might not be so bad to work in after all.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

Okay, I am not known for my restraint. At times it is endearing and at others it is well, not so much. Anyway, on Monday I had lunch with my friend, Kim at Christo's on the Northside. Christo's is a local joint serving mostly American Grill with some pasta specials. Kim and I both being plump ladies chose the lasagna. It was a cheesy, saucy mess of a lasagna, perfect for a Monday afternoon, if you could go home afterwards and sleep it off. I was about half way through my lunch when I heard some commotion at the next table. I looked up just in time to see Mayor Francis and his main lackey, Jim.

With the effort of Sampson I held the gooey masticated pasta inside my mouth instead of spewing it all over the Mayor. Which I would have followed with asking if his sister liked my old parking space at city hall. I would have then re-loaded my mouth with pasta to spit on Jim and asked if his slacker son was still using city tax payers money to surf the web. Kim looked edgy so I swallowed HARD and decided I would have spite for dessert instead. The only thing which kept this from being the trifecta of defeat was my former boss, Vain Daly, was obviously not cool enough to be invited to Christo's that day. When will this city get a new mayor?

As to the yarn shop "incident." Yes, Virginia, a yarn shop owner in St. Charles actually called two customers fat. I maybe fat, but she will get no more of my business.

Let's Make Love

In Lets Make Love Marilyn Monroe's character is asked if she is knitting a sweater and she replies something like I don't know the knitting hasn't decided yet what it wants to be. I love the idea that something knitted has to decide what it is going to be. I have a bag I will felt that is doing just that, deciding for itself what it is going to be. Because right now it looks like a skirt for a square dancer. The problem is I decided it needed to be wider than the directions suggested and now I am running out of yarn. Yarn that I can't seem to find anywhere. Today my dear cousin and I drove all over hell's half acre and St. Charles looking for Crystal Palace Iceland Wool Thistle and of course I found bumpcus. I am going to order some online and hope it is right shade. I did get a ton of interesting suggestions on how to solve my problem from various yarn devotees and shop owners, but really I just want the right yarn.

In our quest to find yarn today we went to three yarn shops. We of course had the discussion of the shop in the car as we sped to our next location. One shop was too cramped, another shop was too expensive, and the final shop was hostile to the plump. The owner told my cousin and I we were too fat and needed to lose weight. I don't think I will go there again.

I can't fathom why a person would say that to two customers, gee, that makes me want to come back and buy yarn. Actually, it made me want to go to Krispy Kreme and buy doughnuts then come back to her shop and eat said doughnuts over her $26 silk yarn. But instead I just won't go back at all, even if she is handing out free cascade 22o in green.

Damn!

That is what the fish said when it hit a wall. I just hit that wall. I want to blog about this crazy little restaurant/dive I drive by to and from work. It is named "Chicken and Waffles." I have a picture on my phone about said place to prove I am not smoking crack while I am driving. The image is trapped in my phone. I am too computer illiterate to shake it out. Why? I curse to the gods of IT WHY? One day I will get better at this and then the whole system will change (okay that is the Luddite in me coming out).


Anyway, back to the chicken and waffles. Why? Again that question. Do the waffles come with chicken on them? Do you cover everything with syrup? It is an enigma. A part of me wants to stop sometime and just end the suspense. But Chicken and Waffles is on the worst part of my route to work and the building looks like a derelict building with several of the windows boarded up. If it weren't for the Neon sign that says "OPE..." along with the steady stream of patrons I would think it was a vacant location. I am also afraid I will walk in and be the only white person there and that does give me a moment of pause. My friend Kim, says, "Lets go!" with the enthusiasm of a person who hasn't seen the location.


The crazy thing is I love chicken and I love waffles. I am thinking I just might break down and just end the mystery, but then what would I think about on the way to and from work.

Twas, not was

First, I had connectivity issues the last couple of weeks, so excuse the lack of posts. I could say I had nothing of import going on, but that would be a slight exaggeration (just slight). I knitted intensely on the Harry Potter Scarf of Despair. I started the project with nothing but love in my heart for my friend Steve. I finished all 101 inches and 47000 plus inches of ruby and gold thinking somehow Steve had used some sort of wild juju on me to make me knit the scarf. I even began to think that maybe he secretly knew of the project and was intentionally visiting me so I couldn't knit. Steve is evil, but Satan incarnate? I hope not. Anyway there is a dark picture of Steve in the scarf. Not being a knitter, he liked it, but I don't think he truly knew the amount of work that went into those even little stitches. I also wonder if he realized how much yarn it takes to cover such a tall guy (6'5"). That answer for anyone who cares is 7 skeins of Cascade 22o. The only real challenge other then getting the thing done was the blocking. Just how do you block a 101 inch scarf? It took two ironing boards and cutting board to accomplish the task. I also love the care instructions I gave Steve. BRING IT TO ME TO BE WASHED. I am really glad to be moving onto a different project. NO more ruby and gold.

Beware the Jabberwock

I love this sketch of Mary Wotten, Lady Guildford by Hans Holbein. She looks like she is carefree, happy, young. You just know she laughed at bawdy jokes and made fun of what her rivals wore to court. She was a woman I would want to sit next to and laugh aloud with her. I must admit I cotton to the saying: if you cannot say anything nice come sit next to me. The tragedy of this sketch is that Holbein never got to paint her like this. Her husband the esteemed Lord Guildford decided it was not matronly enough for his new bride. He wanted her looking more respectable. You have to wonder if the guy was any fun in bed for Mary. Anyway the results are tragic. The finished results which were no doubt hung in the most public place of her home and now the St. Louis Art Museum do not show Lady Guildford to her best advantage. It is like a bad booking photo on the cover of the National Enquirer. I have to wonder if Mary just laughed it off and made fun of her husband for preferring her to look so severe.

Okay enough of Mary. My companion and I went to the Family Fest in the park and volunteered to help at the children's art's and craft booth. Okay, we really didn't volunteer for that, but when we showed up that is where they needed help. So we worked for about 2 hours in the hot sun with children who barked out "excuse me" as if it were a command. I am so glad I have no children. Anyway, in the middle of all of this, my vile ex-boss showed up. Natalie kept threatening to spit on him. Of course the jerk showed up to politic and get his picture taken. Meanwhile I had toiled over plans for the park improvement for months and worked in the hot sun watering plants, picking up trash, and then with rude children barking orders at me and he is the one who gets his photo taken. Oh well, I say his karma is going to be a bitch.

I continue to work on my knitting project, the green afghan of despair, with no end in site (okay I lie I am 3 sections from the end, but I am trying to be dramatic here) and the deadline is here. So I must accept what the Yarn Harlot http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/ says I should just go out and buy my friend a punch bowl. Oh well, live, learn and buy more yarn. I am trying so hard to not think that my bad choices for a present are not somehow a reflection on the friend who the gift is for. However, I think he managed through some voodoo trick to influence my choice of this project and I blame him for the hours I have spent knitting like a fiend to get this thing done. I know if anyone could do such a sneaky, underhanded, no account, lowdown thing it would be him. Maybe I should reassess my choice in friends? It is ashamed Mary Wotton isn't available.

Drink me!

So I have to think about this new job. Do I want to move to Jeff City is the question? Do I want to go for a job that I know I could do and I would be successful at or stay here and keep looking for something else? I like most of my life here. I have good friends and a basically functional relationship. Professionally this would be a perfect job for my culmination of professional experience. I would be appreciated (what a concept after the Collector's Office). This is truly a struggle. I wish I had a crystal ball to tell me which direction to go.

Anyway, I want to be a writer in the end so does it matter where I live?

Any thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated.

So I have three cats and they are remarkably restrained when if comes to my stash of yarn. However, one of the dogs got a cake of alpaca/silk blend yarn and dragged it around the house today. She unrolled it and left a puddle of yarn barf in my kitchen. It was very annoying. She is no longer allowed near my yarn (bad puppy!)

Who are you?

So when I grow up I want to be a famous author. One that people wait in line for the newest book. Until then I am the one forcing three staff members at Border's to rush around the store looking for the latest J.R. Ward Brotherhood of the Black Dagger series for me to buy. I felt pretty silly, but could not stop myself. The books aren't even that good, I just like the whole escapism of the concept. A secret vampire society separate from our own. I am a sucker for parallel universes.
Anyway, the trip to Jefferson City was enlightening. I discovered that treadmills are dangerous beasts. I also discovered that I can knit, watch TV, and ride a recumbent bike very easily. Exercise was never so much fun. But again I say treadmills are evil.
I went to the interview and so nailed it. The job is a really good fit for my background, but do I really want to move to Jeff. I am considering my options. Of course any opinions on taking out to mid-MO are appreciated.
Still working on the scarf. I am up to nine sections and I am thinking, I am only half way there. YIKES!!! I need to put that Black Dagger book down.

Who are your?

I am in Jefferson City. I feel kind of weird here, like I am some sort of stranger amongst strangers. I have mixed feelings about the job interview tomorrow, but I am trying to put my best (size 11) foot forward. It is like I am 11 all over again and have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. Wish me luck!

(I finished Twilight last night, I am wondering when New Moon will come out in softback.)

I'm late

My whole week has felt surreal, like I am on acid or something. It is that anxious mixture of adrenaline and insecurity. So let me break down my week to illustrate.



The first two days of the week were crazy because I had jury duty. Note to anyone out there with listening, people DO NOT trust cops anymore so why do attorneys even ask. African Americans trust cops even less and who can blame them. The only group probably trusted less are attorneys. I spent two straight days setting in a court room being grilled like a criminal as to why I should or should not get put on the jury. I was, as usually, on the list of people they wanted on the jury and I of course had not desire to sit there and do it. I had just cause to say I was unfit being the victim of a similar crime. The judge tried to get me to recant I stuck to my guns and I was released. I think the weirdest thing of all sitting on a very hard wooden bench while the defendant got to sit on a cushion. Oh the inhumanity of it all. The other thing was I kept running into people I knew from silly hall, that made me sad.



The rest of the week was all new job stuff. It was nice, but scary as all new jobs are. You go there full of hope that you won't be instantly hated and considered incompetent and everyday you wait for the signs that you have proven you are unworthy. I know I can do this job, I just have to learn it. This will take time.



The secretary of state's office has also been calling me all week and I have an interview Monday morning. It is surreal that as soon as I take a job they call wanting to get to know me. Life is strange.



Finally, I have been reading Stephanie Meyer's Twilight. The story is compelling, but the writing needs more polish. I found myself wanting to re-write whole paragraphs. If the overall story was not so intriguing I would probably not even gotten past the first two chapters. I think the genre is most intriguing, teen paranormal romance. Crazy that.

How do you get to Wonderland?

Yesterday was actually in the category of surreal. I was exhausted from staying up too late knitting and watching Doctor Who. I really do like the new Who, it is a little edgier than the old Who. I am also relieved that Rose is gone, she really grated my nerves. Anyway, last night I stayed up and watched the new series Torchwood. Jury is out on that one, but I did like the overall look of the show. I also loved the whole possibility of the bi-sexual characters, I hope they stay with that aspect. Suffice it is to say I knitted a whole section of my scarf last night (7 more sections to go!)

Anyway, it was surreal to go to training for my job on a Saturday. We learned all about holds and internet searches. I mostly kept up. I think the holds part will be the most difficult of my job.

Today I am hoping to figure out how to finish knitting my sock. Wish me luck on that one.

Eat me

Last night was Amy/Jamie night. I live for Amy/Jamie night. My cousin and I go out to eat and then we go to Border's and have our 21st century version of a salon. Or that is how it seems, since sometimes I think the world revolves around me. Anyway, last night we ran into Rachel from Dyebolical Yarn and her crew (http://stlrachelknits.blogspot.com/ ) at Borders. We were also joined by Burning shoe and the lovely Lauren. Sonya the long suffering Borders employee came by and introduced Amy and I to the new cafe staff like we were rockstars. Needless to say all of that love went to my head.



I was pretty full of myself until the lovely Lauren pointed out that my green shirt with the palm tree on it was in fact the uniform for the night. A lady with greasy hair sitting just behind me had on the same exact shirt. I guess that is what you get for shopping the Wal-mart clearance rack.



Friday are always such a let down. 7 more days until Amy/Jamie night.

Off with her head

I have been in training for my new job as a Library Assistant. It has been so different from my previous job. Everyone is so nice and they keep saying "Welcome to the Library." I keep waiting for someone to blindside me when they say that. After what I have been through with city government, I keep expecting the Queen of Hearts to jump up and say, "Off with her head!"
So, I have one more day of training and then it is off to my branch. Wish me luck.

Last night was knit night, and I had such a nice time. It is hard to let knit nights end, I love my knit buddies. They all make me feel so welcomed. I am hoping with the new job that it won't be too bad with the schedule. We will see. Anyway, there were so many beautiful projects going I can't help, but wonder when I am going to even brush at that level of knitting. In the mean time it is all garter stitch for me.

Sept. 4, 2007



Does anyone celebrate half birthdays anymore? Because today I am nth and a half years old. I don't really expect presents or anything special, just maybe a little mad hatterish tea party. One with lots of crazy pottery and lots of crazy conversation punctuated by the phase, "Clean cup move down!"



I think who would I invite to such a party if I could invite anyone? I would definitely invite Alan Rickman as the voice of propriety, and Oscar Wilde to spice things up a bit, but who else? My cousin, she would have to be there to laugh with me that is for certain. Maybe, Oprah to keep us all real. How about, Anne Boleyn and Merriweather Lewis that would be interesting? Dorthy Parker too. I wouldn't invite the F. Scott and Zelda (too messy). I also could invite Emma Thompson, Rowan Atkinson, and Kate Winslet to join the party. Mark Twain would be nice addition as would any member of the pre-Raphaelite brotherhood.



This party is getting to be a little excessive, but like I say, if it can be done, it can be overdone.



So at the party I would announce with much glee that I am to start a new job tomorrow. So sip up and enjoy the news that my unemployed period is over. I start tomorrow training to be an assistant librarian which is about as good a fit as it gets.