Sunday, December 30, 2007
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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.
Monday, December 10, 2007
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.
Sunday, December 9, 2007
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.
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
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.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
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.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
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.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
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.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
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.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
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.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
(I finished Twilight last night, I am wondering when New Moon will come out in softback.)
Saturday, September 15, 2007
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.
Sunday, September 9, 2007
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.
Friday, September 7, 2007
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.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
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.
Tuesday, September 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.