My personal bonehead car moment

The moment I keep promising but am too embarrassed to deliver!

The other day I needed to go to the bank to pay off a loan. I decided I would do that during my lunch hour. There is a branch close by so I thought I would take a quick trip there. When I went by, I realized that the branch I normally use has been closed. This necessitated a much further trip than I was anticipating. Off I went realizing what should have taken me a half hour was now going to take me an hour. But it had to be done.

So I completed my bank duties and headed back towards work. I successfully bypassed my favorite local yarn shop and headed down a smaller road which I consider a short cut. I was near work, but not near enough to walk, when my car suddenly started jerking back and forth terribly! First thought through my mind is “Great, pay off a loan and my transmission goes, isn’t that just the way of things!” Then I thought about it further. Even through my panic I could see that the fuel gauge was a bit low. Now I have been having some trouble with the fuel gauge, I have noticed upon filling the tank, the gauge does not go all the way to the top anymore. Now, for a 99 with 102K on it, little things like this are commonplace. Sorta like the check engine light that has been on for the last 2 years. No biggy. But now I get the vague feeling that the fuel might be the issue rather than the transmission. I throw it into neutral (I drive manual transmission) and start to coast down the hill. Now I have some quick thinking to do. Where are the nearest gas stations, and how far are they related to where I am. There is one fairly close but it requires a quick turn around and a trip uphill. This requires much fuel usage. I am not sure if I have it. There is another one a bit farther away at the bottom of a hill, but that requires idling at a few red lights, as well as bigger intersections, and I am not sure I want to try that either. I opt for the uphill gas station which is closer. Quick turn and I throw on my hazards. If nothing else, I am hitting the closest station so I can walk if needed. Though walking in a pretty dress and heels on a hot day is not my idea of fun. I make it out onto the main road going uphill and the poor car is just jerking back and forth so badly, I start to worry about whiplash! I take it slow, no sudden moves…..and I make it! PHEW! Poor car, but once again, good laugh for my dear coworkers!

First day back to school

In 10 years!

and what a change!

I had my first evening of classes yesterday.  I had gotten myself into a major panic over absolutely silly things.  I couldn’t find my student ID # so I couldn’t print out my schedule so I didn’t know what books I needed or where to go for class.  I got myself all worked up before I remembered that my student ID card probably contained my student ID #.  Then I worried that 2 hours was not enough time to park and buy books.  Yeah, I was done by 5:30 and class wasn’t until 7.  The only logical panic would have been that the ex did not take my daughter but even that went without a hitch.  It was a lovely cool day out so I found a little spot to knit for an hour before I went to class.   Honestly, since it is a commuter campus, it is set up so that you really can get everything you need right there.  I think I may just go after work on Wednesday evenings and study till class starts.

The class itself will be difficult, it is all English poetry.  He is a demanding professor but I got a good impression of him right from the start and enthusiasm from the prof makes difficult subjects go much better.  There will be a quiz each class and 3 large exams.  Class participation is a large part of the grade so I will have to lose my observation tendencies and get in the game.  Oh….and my ability to concentrate?  Class goes almost 3 hours and I had no issue whatsoever paying attention the entire time.  Let’s hope it stays that way!  I bought a used book but I think I will have to return it and spend the extra on a new book.  Scanning poems that someone has already scanned is just confusing to me.  I think the extra $20 is a good investment in this case.

Stay tuned for my bonehead car moment….

Weight Loss, or how I did it.

I had contemplated losing weight for awhile before I started actively trying. My thought process was unless I was truly committed I was not even going to try. I figured for me it was all or nothing. Then I had some major upheavals in my life and I guess I was just ready for big change. Weight loss included. But overall it has been a journey and I have had to start with small things and switch it up when nothing is working anymore.

The first thing I did was get a scale. I also signed up for
I wasn’t using this to count calories but to use the graphing program for my weight itself. Now, I know you hear over and over that you should only weigh yourself once a week but I don’t believe that. I weigh myself every single day at the same time every morning. I get up, use the bathroom, get ready for my shower, and step on the scale. I then add that to my calorie count weight tracker. Doesn’t matter what it is, doesn’t matter if it is bigger or smaller of a number than you want. Just do it. The graph has 2 lines, a blue line for actuals and a green line for over all. I want to see that overall line go down with time. My actuals will fluctuate but the green line goes down regardless. That is what I am looking to have happen and since I am a visual person, this really keeps me motivated. Also, weighing myself every day makes me consciously consider what I am eating during the day.

Now, scale wise, lets talk a bit about “that time of the month” and the week leading up to it. Originally this meant that my weight was going to go up during that time and then drop off afterwards. Now it means that my weight will stay the same, then drop off afterwards. Really, if you use my method, try not to get discouraged during those 2 weeks. Just stay persistent in what is working for you and in a week or 2 it will pay off.

I also cut portion sizes quite a bit. But I did not immediately change my diet. I tried to be a bit more active, but I am a knitter, not a runner! I am a single mother and gym time is not a priority. If I had a membership, I would not use it. I don’t have the time for it, and that is not said as a cop out. Even when I don’t have my daughter I am constantly cleaning the house or getting yard work done. So we have to consider that my exercise. I also moved closer to work so that I could walk while pushing my daughter in the stroller when the weather cooperated. That is a round trip of 3.6 miles and it takes only half an hour there and half an hour back. About the same amount of time it used to take me to commute. (on the other hand, we don’t do it as often as I would like because the weather doesn’t cooperate!) I tried to get out of the house more on the weekends, taking my daughter to the zoo or anything that required more walking than I would normally do.

Next step was a major change in my diet. I cut out the cheese. I am telling you, cheese and potato chips are my biggest downfall. Potato chips were easy because I just completely stopped keeping snacks in the house. But cheese….ah…cheese my favorite….how can I not eat it?!?! It is in everything! I cut out some of the cheese. I decided I didn’t need to eat meat any longer. Please understand this wasn’t a “crunchy” decision. I am not against eating meat. I just wanted to do something to see if it would get me over a plateau. It did. If you really want wonderful, non meat based meals, cook Mediterranean! To replace the cheese I started making my own yogurt out of organic milk. I don’t eat it with fruit and sugar, but I salt it and strain it with cheesecloth and eat it with olive oil and whole wheat flat breads. I switched to whole wheat flour in my cooking and personally I don’t mind it in the least! Banana bread, muffins, it all tastes just as good with whole wheat. Different, but just as good. To keep up on my proteins I eat a lot of beans and nuts. I also, on occasion, eat fish, more often than not, salmon. Eggs on the weekend but I don’t have them that often. I think I ran into an iron issue early on in my attempt to cut out the meats which has lead me to eat oatmeals and whole grain hot cereals on occasion during the week.

After the major diet changes, I started wearing a pedometer. I used my first week as a baseline of how many steps I would take normally and now I try to up it on a regular basis.

Changes since the weight loss and diet change:

I feel fantastic most of the time! I need less sleep at night and feel less tired and run down during the work day. I haven’t been sick and when I do get sick, it doesn’t last long at all. I used to want to learn to run, but when I did, I would just end up with a major asthma attack. So it was never pleasant and I could never do it. 29 pounds lighter, I can run, and do so without an asthma attack, and I can do so without having to work up to it. And it feels good!

My biggest fear:

That this winter will put me back into a rut. I am often feeling needy for comfort foods during the long winter months and so I eat cheese and heavy meals and more and more of it because I just feel cold and tired and hungry all the time. I also fear that this won’t be a long term change, and I want it to be a lifelong commitment.

I think I have pretty much covered it all. I try to buy organic milk products when I can or when they are on sale. They are expensive so often I just don’t buy them at all. I don’t like the thought of hormones and antibiotics in my milk products and this is one case where I do feel that the research has shown that this is not a good thing longterm. Produce, for the most part, you can wash and get rid of any junk on it, but milk and meat isn’t like that. Once again, not a “crunchy” decision, but something I have thought through quite a bit.

As far as my daughter is concerned, I don’t feed her meat at home, but she gets it at school and when she is visiting her father. I feel that is enough and she can learn differently with me.


So, some of you who know me well, already know that I have been seeing someone for a couple of months. I don’t talk about him here. Not because I don’t want to, it would be fun sometimes, but because I get the distinct impression he would not appreciate it. But for the purpose of this story, he will be mentioned.

Sometimes spending time with him is a bit like having a girlfriend around. Shopping, which is something I don’t particularly care for, is one of those situations that illustrates this well. I couldn’t care less about designers and name brands. For a long time, all I wanted to buy was black or white clothes because it was easier. On top of that, I weighed more and never liked how I looked in clothing, nor did clothing fit properly. With the weight lost, shopping is a bit more fun but for me, though it will never be something I want to do frequently. Not so with the significant other. He loves name brands (but only on sale and only if he truly believes the fabric and patterns to be of a higher quality than other clothing.) He knows his designers. He absolutely loves to shop and does so every weekend. He doesn’t always buy but he somehow just HAS to look. If I am with him, I cannot escape the inevitable “Let’s see what they might have for you!” Now, I have to give him credit for being a great shopping buddy because I still think I am a much larger size than I am, and I cannot seem to pick out things with nice “contrast” a concept that he holds very dear when choosing clothing. I have found that my best bet is to pick a few things off the racks, doesn’t matter what it is, just grab the first few things, and get to a dressing room. This way, I don’t actually have to search through the racks of clothing that I find so overstimulating and frustrating. I just try on those first few things and the clothes keep coming. I go out to show one outfit and there are more waiting for me. Resistance is futile. I can say “No No, I don’t fit into a small” and he will say “Just try it, I think it looks like it will fit.” I have realized that I am wrong every time. No amount of internal eye rolling seems to change this fact. I’ve given up, I just go with it. What he chooses looks and fits better than things I would choose for myself. He has a good eye for clothing.

That brings us to Saturday evening’s shopping experience. We went to the local upscale department store which was having a large sale. We spent a good deal of time looking through the men’s department and finding great stuff. I was even enjoying myself because I DO enjoy a sale and finding something inexpensive. When Ralph Lauren is 75% off with an additional 30% off of that, it starts to be very affordable and doesn’t make me slightly ill when looking at it. Also, my advice was being asked for in regards to Ralph Lauren hand knit sweaters. Ask me my opinion about hand knits and my heart is yours! (No hand knits were bought during this shopping experience, I didn’t like the necklines).

Then there was the inevitable “Let’s see what they might have for you!” accompanied by a giggle. *insert my internal eye rolling here* So off we go. I don’t see anything nice or new or on sale in the area I usually frequent. I remember that the last time, all the women’s clothing sales were up front. We head to the front where I am seeing many sales racks but his eye is caught by an Antonio Melani section. This siren’s call I am apparently immune to as the name means nothing to me. He spots a beautiful dress and drags me over to it. I look first at the price tag. Frankly, I couldn’t care less if it is on sale, my opinion is that over $100 is still not a deal. At this point I am ignoring the additional 30% off. Beautiful dress though! He argues that you can’t get Antonio Melani for under $200. I say it isn’t a deal if it doesn’t fit and I know it isn’t going to fit. I check the sizes. Yeah, 0, 2, 4, the highest we get is a size 10. I am still in size 16 and recently was able to buy a dress in size 12 but I assumed that was a fluke. I ignore his wanderings through this pricey section and wander out to the sales racks. All juniors out there, and we KNOW that isn’t going to fit. He draws me back to what can only be referred to as “the” dress. I am asked to take another look. I do so with my nose practically in the air. I don’t need no stinkin’ designer dress. But as I touch it, it is calling to me too. The linen is so thick and heavy, the embroidery so beautiful. It has tiny little wooden beads all over it. I have jewelry that would match. It is fully lined. It is really beautiful. My biggest issue here is that I don’t fit in a size 10 and trying it on is only going to make me feel poorly about myself. But I have someone begging me to try it on. So I decide I am going to, and when it won’t fit over my hips I am gonna walk out of that dressing room anyhow. I’ll show HIM I am thinking! So grudgingly I pick up that size 10 dress and wander off to the dressing room. Man, that dress feels nice! I try it on. The dress is now teasing me. It floats over my hips. No way, that means the zipper isn’t going to zip. Coming tantalizingly close to fitting into something beautiful is far worse than it not fitting at all. I know that zipper isn’t going to zip! *zzziiippp* What’s this? It zipped?!?! I double check to make sure it is all the way to the top. It isn’t even tight. Something is seriously wrong here! I look in the mirror. Oh man, I like the way this dress looks. And feels. Did I mention the tiny wooden beads? It is stunning! I look good. Really good. But really, what is the point? I have no where to wear this dress and it is the end of the season. I can take it off now and pretend it doesn’t fit. That would save me a lot of trouble. Yet my mind is racing with the potential of what stole or wrap I can knit for it and I know I am looking better than I have in a long time. My hand goes to the doorknob to walk out and show it off. I hesitate. I know if I show off this dress, it is as good as mine. I tempt fate and open the door anyhow. From him I get the head nod that says “Looks great!” But from other shoppers I get exclamations!


Look at the beads, zoom in here.

Have I mentioned the beautiful tiny wooden beads?

He insisted that I have the dress. He insisted on buying it. It was a good price but way more than I would spend on a dress. It is high quality, it is beautiful. I was told if it makes me feel better I won’t get a Christmas gift but that I would have this dress. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cry because I realized that I look good right now. I wanted to cry because someone cared enough to notice. I wanted to cry because I don’t think I have ever owned clothing that beautiful. But instead of crying, we went to Starbucks.

2 tall mocha’s later, we are discussing what color wrap I should make for it. I want to go with beige (the safe color) he wants a light sagey green. (contrast, remember?) I say, “You know, we should start looking for a winter dress for the upcoming wedding in my family.” I get the head nod. I say “I think if we look now we have plenty of time and I won’t feel stressed. If you help me look, I know you will give me an honest opinion and I really need your eye!” He pretends to hand me his eye. Now I am laughing for the rest of the evening.

Did I tell you there are tiny little wooden beads all over that dress? So pretty!


A friend sent me this in an email. Figured it would work well here.

This is kind of fun, I’ll look forward to hearing back from you.

Four jobs I have had in my life:
You name it, I’ve done it.
1. Catering Manager/Event Planner
2. Bartender
3. Planter in a greenhouse which sold wholesale clematis (42 pots planted a minute!!!)
4. Dollar Tree sales associate

Four places I have lived:
1. Browns Mills, NJ
2. Ithaca, NY
3. Wellsboro, PA
4. North Platte, NE

Four Places I have been on vacation:
1. New Bedford, MA
2. New Orleans
3.Huntsville, AL
4. Boulder, CO

Four of my Favorite Foods:
1. Chocolate-dark
2. garlic, lemon, olive oil combo makes EVERYTHING taste better
3. Yogurt, homemade, dry, with oregano
4. Mushrooms!!!

I would rather be right now:
1. In my happy home

Feel free to copy and paste your own answers in your blog.


It is DONE!!!! After whining about it earlier, I decided it must be finished tonight. It is currently blocking on my bed. I am apparently relegated to the couch tonight. Small price to pay for something this beautiful if you ask me:


I cannot wait to wear it tomorrow, pictures to come.  Luckily it is cool out now.  Maybe it will be easier to see as well, this makes it a little tough with the light on light color.

MS3 update

No pictures, at least not yet. All I have to say is that I will never ever ever finish! And my goal is to get it done before labor day weekend. I am about halfway through the last clue, and knitting it in every spare moment including at work where I usually work on my commissions. Commissions are currently set aside to get this sucker done. What is it with all the increases on the wing? Just when you think you are close to the end you knit for ages and don’t seem to accomplish anything. *sigh* So, I do feel like it won’t end and I am getting frustrated with it. Furthermore, the weather is lovely and cool here and I wish I was wearing it right now! At this point it feels like it will become my funeral shroud because it will take at least that long to get it done!

ETA: After knitting all through my lunch break and getting nowhere, I just might “accidentally” end up with a knitting needle in the eye!



Perhaps her face just tells us how she felt about the ocean!  Every wave that came in she just giggled and giggled.  Very cute!  There is a dock quite a ways out that I love to swim out to and back a couple times for good exercise while I am there.   I went out one time and my daughter flipped over me being out there.  She just screamed and cried and would not be distracted until I came back.  So I only got one swim out and back but it was a lovely time anyhow.


Weaver Aunt has a lovely sailboat.  One of my “musts” when I go to visit is to go sailing.  The problem is that I seem to bring rain and still weather.  The second full day of vacation in New England we were able to get out on the boat.  It was Weaver Aunt, PopPop, and myself.  It was a warm, relatively still day, but we were able to catch enough wind to have a decent sail.  We got quite a ways out before I got too tired to stay awake.  I decided to nap in the boat and by the time I woke up (maybe 15 minutes later) we were at a standstill.  Somehow the wind had completely dropped off.  We decided to head further away from shore and then do some swimming off the side of the boat.  I enjoy swimming in the ocean SOOOO much!  I stayed in long after Weaver Aunt had cooled off and climbed back into the boat.  Once I was done we were able to pick up some decent wind to sail back home.  We saw quite a few schools of fish jumping and the associated birds swooping in to feed on them.  I always find that somewhat interesting.  We got to see a fishing boat head out to one of the fish farms, haven’t seen that before either.  But by far, just being out on a sail boat where it is so quiet is my favorite part of sailing.  As we came back in we decided not to use the motor but to tack all the way back, something which Weaver Aunt is always happy to practice and we were happy to oblige her.  (I won’t even mention PopPop’s not so graceful entry into the dinghy on the way there 😉  For a former sailor, it was not pretty!)

Trip Home

Well I need to start blogging about my trip bit by bit so that I don’t forget it all completely.  I’ll start with the airline issues, of which there are many as usual.

Trip out went relatively well.  No huge issues or delays.  Daughter was great, she worked hard to be a little angel.  She got scared and cried on the first plane because she had forgotten how loud it gets at first but quickly assimilated herself and did fine the rest of the trip.  I turned on my cell as we got to the Philly airport and saw a voicemail from my mom saying that my dad was badly stuck in traffic and couldn’t get to us as soon as he had anticipated.  So we took our time and got our luggage and went out to sit and wait.  Daughter was getting antsy but still really working hard at being good.  At one point I noticed the poor kid twirling her hair and knocking her head back and forth in the car seat.  I knew she had just about had it but she managed even so.

Trip back was a bit more interesting.  We had originally been booked for a flight with a layover in Minneapolis.  Northwest changed that so we ended up with a layover in Detroit and one in Minneapolis.  To top that off, they had allowed half an hour for the layover in Detroit and 45 minutes for the layover in Minneapolis.  Considering that I have a 3 yr old, a stroller, carryon bags, and a carseat, I find that these types of quick layovers are never good.  A potty training child needs some time to use the bathroom, and often just getting the stroller out of valet check takes a long time.  Also, flying out of Philly, one is ALWAYS late to begin with.

I got up that morning at 2:30AM since we had to be in the car headed to the Philly airport at 3:30 AM.  Anyone who has ever flown out of Philly on a 6:15 AM flight in the summer knows why!  It gets crazy busy down there even early in the morning.  We were slightly delayed out of Philly but within normal bounds rather than anything drastic.  My daughter and I were sitting far back on the plane and by the time we got off the plane in Detroit, the plane to Minneapolis would have been boarding for the last 15 minutes or so.  And we had quite a distance to go.  So I did what I always do, set up the stroller, put the carseat on top of the stroller, put my daughter in the car seat, put my luggage on the bottom of the stroller, and ran!   I took that stroller over the moving walkways running on them and only slowing down enough to get the stroller off the walkway.  Well, getting off one of the walkways, the poor stroller, which I have been using as a packhorse since my daughter was born, gave out.  Down crashes my daughter on her face with the car seat on top of her, and part of the stroller flew in another direction and the force of the quick stop made my luggage fly off as well.  So I pick everything up, carry my daughter and keep running.  I had to tell her to hold tight to mommy as I raced to catch the plane.  We made it!  (Only because there were mechanical issues and the plane was stopped.)

We did manage to catch the Minneapolis flight and all was well from then on, besides losing my car in the parking lot and wandering around with jeans on in 105 degree heat.  It could have been worse, we could have gotten stuck somewhere.

Is this really a common problem?

I received an email from my professor today.  (No, not the one I am seeing, the one who is teaching my class!)  He was basically trying to get the point across that the first class was crucial, and that if we missed the first class then we should drop the class entirely and retake it some other time.  That what we learned in the first class is the basis for all quizzes and tests for the rest of the semester.  What I want to know is, is this so often a problem that a professor has to remind his students to come to class the first day?!?!?  Because I just cannot imagine missing the first class with no indication of what the professor is like and how he views absences, and no one you know to pick up notes for you.  Very strange.  Makes me feel old somehow.

Meeting new people!

Yesterday evening I went to a knitting group at a local Borders and met up with 7 other lovely knitting women.  (they were lovely and their knitting was lovely!)  It is so nice to meet people here with similar interests and whom you feel comfortable with quickly.  I can’t wait until next month when we do it again!

I had asked my ex to watch my daughter a bit late that evening so that I could go to this event.  He said that he could, but then called me at the event saying that he made other plans.  I was disappointed to have to leave early but felt like I did get some lovely time out so I managed.  What burned me is that in the end he didn’t show up until way after the time he said he would, meaning that I could have stayed probably another half hour or more!

Then I had a strange dream about him last night.  Those of you who know the whole situation may see the significance (if there is any and if I am not reading into it!).  In my  dream, I was trying to get him to pay his part of the child care.  He was a month and a half behind in my dream (just like real life, imagine that!) The daycare had decided to ask him for it directly, and then I got called in because he was going a little bit crazy.  So I walked up toward the childcare building and he was walking out, face all red with what was tears or anger, I couldn’t tell from the distance.  But I could feel no sympathy for him.  He came closer and got up in my face screaming at me about how he was now out of $500 all of a sudden and he couldn’t afford it.  In my dream, he looked so large, he was looming over me.  And those who know me know I am not a small woman, and that I am at least as tall as him.  But he was certainly threatening me in my dream, and I wanted to run away.  Then, instead of running off and retreating, I drew myself up as tall as I could make me, rocked up onto tip toes, and informed him that not only was it his responsibility to pay half the childcare, but if he did it on time it wouldn’t hurt so much.  Suddenly I was the one who was larger, and I felt a sense of triumph through the fear in my dream.

Perhaps it is a significant dream, perhaps it is JUST a dream, perhaps it is just a reflection of how I felt during the day, but it did reflect what had happened during the day, as he was asked to pay over $500 in child care bills and he did get angry with me because it was such a hit.  And I did tell him that if he payed it on time he wouldn’t feel the hit so hard.

To tide you over until I have a chance to write…

I give you progress and newly acquired yarn.

 You all remember creatures of the reef?  Which I have set aside for MS3?  Well vacation has been good for the creatures. 

picture-123.jpgYou can now see starfish and one school of fish completed.  That was plane and car knitting. 

MS3 has progressed as well, I am halfway through clue 4 (which is super long!)


 Now, we all knew I would find a way to aquire yarn on my trip.  But the way this new yarn came to me was completely unexpected!  I have 2 aunts whom we went to visit.  We will call one “Weaver Aunt” because she does mostly weaving though she knits well too, and “Knitter Aunt” who knits beautifully but does not do lace.  When we were in New England, I stayed with Weaver Aunt.  Knitter Aunt lives about 2 blocks away.  Weaver Aunt saw my lace work and was quite impressed.  She was telling me about a place where she and Knitter Aunt go to get very inexpensive yarn by the cone.  They have been experimenting with dying and they have found great pima cotton, a pound for $6.00.  (No, I don’t know details but hoped to get there while I was there.  We weren’t able to.)  Anyhow, Weaver Aunt gave me this tencel that she had gotten there, which she thinks the drape of would make a lovely stole.  I think so too, though I am concerned about how it will block out.  Anyone have experience with this?
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Then she gave me some mohair which is amazingly beautiful.  It will be, by far, the most wonderfully beautiful yarn I have ever worked with!
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And then Weaver Aunt suggested that Knitter Aunt sometimes has yarn she wants to give up, and Knitter Aunt agreed that she had some fingering weight yarn that she had been using as fillers that she was eager to get out of her yarn room.  So she gave that to me.  It is 70% wool 30% rayon.  Each color has around 2100 yards.  Amazing!
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Oh, and up at the top there is a small ball of leftover pima cotton from one of the cones Weaver Aunt bought.  I am going to knit something up with it and see how it works with my hands.  If I like it, she said she would send some out. 

More stories later when I have more time to write!


I am off for a bit of vacation starting tomorrow morning.  I am sure posting will be light, if I post at all.  I will try to take some pictures, and I am sure much knitting shall be accomplished.  So there will be good posts once I get back.

My daughter has let me know that she will most certainly behave better than the last time we flew.  She tells me that she won’t cry at the airport, and that she will leave her seatbelt on, and that she will stay in the stroller when I ask her to.  It remains to be seen if her plans come to fruition.

Some things to remember….

Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.

Except when you don’t.
Because sometimes you won’t.

I’m sorry to say so
but, sadly, it’s true
that Bang-ups
and Hang-ups
can happen to you.

You can get all hung up
in a prickle-ly perch.
And your gang will fly on.
You’ll be left in a Lurch.

You’ll come down from the Lurch
with an unpleasent bump.
And the chances are, then,
that you’ll be in a Slump.

And when you’re in a Slump,
you’re not in for much fun.
Un-slumpling yourself
is not easily done.

From: The Places You’ll Go
Dr. Seuss

Selling the shirt off my back


About a month ago I came across wisp from knitty and just fell in love.

I had just managed to come across some lovely yarn on sale at Tuesday Mornings, which was a totally unexpected find! Trendsetters yarn and it was more than half off. I was so thrilled with the color combo, and since the pattern was simple I decided to knit it at work during break times. Today I finished it, sewed the buttons on here at work and then tried it on. It was cute, but I needed a mirror. So I went into the women’s bathroom to check it out. There was a gal in there who just gushed over it and asked how much I would sell it for. I told her, and she said, “OK, I’ll take it, I’ll bring you a check tomorrow!” (I just recouped the cost of the yarn ,buttons, and needles in this case)

Not exactly what I expected, as I wanted to wear it on vacation! But, I have also always wanted to sell my projects or make commissions. (the inquiries happen a lot but often people don’t take me up on them!) So I am thrilled to sell it and it will be fun finding more yarn to make another for myself!
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Unfortunately I have already been told by some that I am selling myself short, that I did not ask for enough. That may be the case but it was totally unexpected and it more than recoups the cost of making it so I am OK with that.

My daughter has been informing me of all the daycare gossip. It amazes me and her teachers that she listens so carefully as to know things that they are not telling the kids. One of the teachers is out on vacation. This is a teacher not even in her class. Last year this teacher went to the beach so this year, when my daughter informed me that Miss Barb was on vacation, I asked her if she had gone to the beach. My daughter said “No, Miss Barb went to have a baby!” I said, no sweetie, Miss Barb isn’t having a baby. We went in to daycare that day and I asked about this. The teachers told me that Miss Barb was on vacation and that her daughter was having a baby. So my daughter was not totally off base!

Then, she informed me of another fact. “Thomas comes back today. Thomas was on vacation. Thomas went to vacation in Minnesota.” Well, I didn’t know about that! So we went in to school and that was indeed the case! I didn’t even know she could SAY Minnesota!