I'm so excited right now, I could implode (Because I'm an introvert. Extroverts EXplode). Phil Lollar, Co-Creator of Adventures in Odyssey has just announced the creation of a new Audio Drama series. Yaaaay! Just in time, since I've listened to all the Father Gilbert mysteries and there will be no more :-(
Get thee over to their Facebook Page and "Like".
And then over to the website and listen:Iliad House
My computer is giving me problems at the moment so I can't view the website, but I'm looking forward to listening this weekend.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Putin on the Ritz
Haven't posted anything in a while, so I thought I'd check in with this:
1.) Because it's funny.
2.) Because I secretly (Not so secretly now that it's on my blog for all the world to see) think Putin is a hunk (*drool*)
1.) Because it's funny.
2.) Because I secretly (Not so secretly now that it's on my blog for all the world to see) think Putin is a hunk (*drool*)
Saturday, March 30, 2013
What I'm Reading Today
I'm reading a book "Healing the Shame that Binds You" by John Bradshaw. I'm about half done with it. It's quite depressing, so I put it down after surgery because my life was a comedy for the first few weeks, so I couldn't take the book seriously, then, up until a couple days ago, my life was a tragedy so I couldn't add anymore drama. All drugs have worn off finally and my life is a reality tv show again. I picked up the book this morning.
It's now talking about compulsions and addictions (neither of which do I think I have), and it gets to the Fat/Thin Disorder, and this is what Mr. Bradshaw has to say on the subject:
At this point, my jaw is hanging open and I'm thinking, "Yeah! This describes me perfectly!!!! This is ME!!!!" then I continue reading:
bwahahahaha! Oh man! If that were my criteria I'd have to starve myself to death. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the couch and dropped my Reese's PB cups all over the floor.
It's now talking about compulsions and addictions (neither of which do I think I have), and it gets to the Fat/Thin Disorder, and this is what Mr. Bradshaw has to say on the subject:
"I've personally groped with this disorder for years. I go through cycles of exercise, good nutritional non-sugar diets and then (usually after months of control) I eat a donut or a piece of carrot cake....Once I eat the sweets then the release phase starts. I start obsessing on what I've done. I've blown it now. I might as well eat some more. I'll binge for just a day and start my control tomorrow. Ah! But tomorrow never comes! The sugar craves sugar. The mental obsessing keeps me thinking about sweets, and I'm off and running into the release cycle...."
At this point, my jaw is hanging open and I'm thinking, "Yeah! This describes me perfectly!!!! This is ME!!!!" then I continue reading:
"This cycle usually lasts until I start developing breasts! Then I know it's time to start exercising and give up sugar"
bwahahahaha! Oh man! If that were my criteria I'd have to starve myself to death. I laughed so hard I nearly fell off the couch and dropped my Reese's PB cups all over the floor.
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
Dolls
(Not a "regular" post, but will be linked to my "Knitting" page for user-friendliness)
Meet Harriet. She was my first doll. She got off to a rough start. I decapitated her (onceortwice) but she's thriving now. My cousin has claimed her for her granddaughter, so Harriet is off to a new home!
Meet Clara. She was my second doll. She now sits in my boss' home office looking pretty and stuff.
Meet Louise. One of my first tries at color work.
Clara and Louise are best friends. They still visit each other from time to time.
Meet Petrushka, my Slavic knitted friend AKA the biggest disappointment of my knitting life. She had a lot of potential which she did not live up to. Her dress has the most impressive color work I have ever done, but there's something about her that is just so ugly. Thinking of making her again at a tighter gauge with brighter colors. And making her head differently. Carol Anderson, the designer of the pattern, makes all of her dolls with rather large heads/faces, which I don't like.
Meet Liesl, an Alpine knitted friend. I made her for my niece, Persephone. She's also a Carol Anderson design. I was very pleased with her. Made at a tighter gauge, and the face is pretty :-)
MeetArnold Schwar- whoops - Solveig, a Scandinavian knitted friend. I don't know what happened to Solveig's chest and arms. I think it had something to do with the ambitious colorwork across the yoke of her sweater, but I don't want to think about it. I made her hair extra long in the hope that it would cover her massive pecs and misplaced arms. Meh. My niece, Evie, loved it anyway (So says my sister-in-law)
Meet Harriet. She was my first doll. She got off to a rough start. I decapitated her (onceortwice) but she's thriving now. My cousin has claimed her for her granddaughter, so Harriet is off to a new home!
Meet Clara. She was my second doll. She now sits in my boss' home office looking pretty and stuff.
Meet Louise. One of my first tries at color work.
Clara and Louise are best friends. They still visit each other from time to time.
Meet Petrushka, my Slavic knitted friend AKA the biggest disappointment of my knitting life. She had a lot of potential which she did not live up to. Her dress has the most impressive color work I have ever done, but there's something about her that is just so ugly. Thinking of making her again at a tighter gauge with brighter colors. And making her head differently. Carol Anderson, the designer of the pattern, makes all of her dolls with rather large heads/faces, which I don't like.
Meet Liesl, an Alpine knitted friend. I made her for my niece, Persephone. She's also a Carol Anderson design. I was very pleased with her. Made at a tighter gauge, and the face is pretty :-)
Meet
Knitter in the Twilight Zone!
For those of you who don't knit, I'll just explain what "gauge" is, really quick. Every knitter's "tension" (The tightness or looseness of their hold on the yarn and needles) is different. So a knitting pattern will give the pattern's "gauge" which usually goes something like this: "20 stitches =4 inches" meaning that a swatch should measure 4 inches for every 20 stitches. If you have too many stitches, you need to do it all over again in a bigger size needle so you have less stitches to the inch and vise versa. You keep doing it till you get the right gauge, then you know what size needle to use. This is important for things like sweaters, when you're going to spend ages working on it and you want it to fit. not so important with shawls or hats or mittens.
So I'm going to make my first big-people sweater, and I whip out my size 8s and knit up a swatch. I need 22 stitches over 4 inches. I get 18.5 stitches over 4 inches. I need to go down to 7 and see what happens. It is a fact that size 7s will give me smaller stitches, thus giving me MORE stitches to the inch.
I got 17.5 stitches over 4 inches. I feel like I just broke the law of mathematics or soemthing. The world as I've always known it has crumbled around me.
I texted my friend, Kelli, who is a temperamental knitter and she was most unhelpful in her response:
Kelli: "That sounds like something that would happen to me
(Note her use of the phrase "happen to me" rather than "I would do". This makes me feel better. Like I am a victim, rather than a criminal)
Me: That's not helpful! What should I do?!
Kelli: Well my solution for everything is to throw it in the trash. I wouldn't recommend that.
No, not such a great idea. My solution is to usually stuff it in between the couch cushions or throw it behind the recliner for a few days.
I can't check my gauge again, as I've "lost" the ball of yarn (It's probably in a couch somewhere) and all I have are two retarded swatches and a size 6 needle staring at me in....the twilight zone.
So I'm going to make my first big-people sweater, and I whip out my size 8s and knit up a swatch. I need 22 stitches over 4 inches. I get 18.5 stitches over 4 inches. I need to go down to 7 and see what happens. It is a fact that size 7s will give me smaller stitches, thus giving me MORE stitches to the inch.
I got 17.5 stitches over 4 inches. I feel like I just broke the law of mathematics or soemthing. The world as I've always known it has crumbled around me.
I texted my friend, Kelli, who is a temperamental knitter and she was most unhelpful in her response:
Kelli: "That sounds like something that would happen to me
(Note her use of the phrase "happen to me" rather than "I would do". This makes me feel better. Like I am a victim, rather than a criminal)
Me: That's not helpful! What should I do?!
Kelli: Well my solution for everything is to throw it in the trash. I wouldn't recommend that.
No, not such a great idea. My solution is to usually stuff it in between the couch cushions or throw it behind the recliner for a few days.
I can't check my gauge again, as I've "lost" the ball of yarn (It's probably in a couch somewhere) and all I have are two retarded swatches and a size 6 needle staring at me in....the twilight zone.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
God Punished me This Morning
So "S" keeps a bottle of Milk Thistle extract on the counter. I have a bottle of liquid stevia which I sometimes forget to put away. One day last week I saw her taking the milk thistle and I commented that it sure would be funny if she grabbed the stevia bottle and took half a dropper full, instead of the milk thistle. Hahahaha. (Stevia is very bitter tasting if taken in excess).
This morning I was making myself some iced Jasmine Green Tea and I "sweetened" it with milk thistle.
Touche'.
This morning I was making myself some iced Jasmine Green Tea and I "sweetened" it with milk thistle.
Touche'.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
The Weekend!
(A rambley post about the boringness that is my life today because I'm avoiding taking a shower and leaving the house....)
I'm going on the Hudson Valley Yarn Crawl tomorrow with a very good knitting friend. I've spent a good amount of this week looking at sweater patterns for that coveted Spud and Chloe sweater yarn. I've yet to knit myself a sweater because I'm terrified of gauge and I've heard too many horror stories of people who actually know how to check their gauge accurately and they STILL end up with a garment that's too big or too small. But I can still spend a couple hundred dollars on Spud and Chloe Yarn, plus the $6 or so for the pattern. Right?!
As for today, I've consumed an unholy amount of gluten last night and this morning and I have made myself good and sick. Nothing a gallon of water and milk thistle won't fix.
It's 1:30 pm and I am still in my night clothes, listening to Jimmy Buffett rather loudly because no one else is home. My plans for the day are to drive to a nearby farm that has cows and is NOT licensed to sell raw milk, and beg them to sell me some raw milk, cuz I hate driving 40 minutes to the middle of nowhere for it, which I try to do without murmering or complaining because the virtuous woman of Proverbs 31 "...is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar." (I'm pretty sure the first part of that verse is NOT a fat joke) I may be far from virtuous (Which is evident from my intent to bully some poor farmer into doing something illegal), but I do travel far for food. If I have to. But I hate driving.
Last night I had a dream that my brother died. My Sister in law called to tell me and I promptly forgot about it until later when she posted about it on Facebook and I was all like "OHNOIFORGOT!!!!!" I texted her as soon as I woke up to see if he was still with us and she informed me that, unfortunately, he was.
I also dreamed that Stephen King was my Knee Surgeon. I never got to see him before or after the surgery, but then I needed a follow up surgery for complications, and he was my surgeon again and...once again, I didn't get to see him.
I wanted to text him this morning too, but I've misplaced his number...
Okay, it's time for me to stop rambling and get going. Please feel free to share the boring details of your weekend in the comment section :-)
I'm going on the Hudson Valley Yarn Crawl tomorrow with a very good knitting friend. I've spent a good amount of this week looking at sweater patterns for that coveted Spud and Chloe sweater yarn. I've yet to knit myself a sweater because I'm terrified of gauge and I've heard too many horror stories of people who actually know how to check their gauge accurately and they STILL end up with a garment that's too big or too small. But I can still spend a couple hundred dollars on Spud and Chloe Yarn, plus the $6 or so for the pattern. Right?!
As for today, I've consumed an unholy amount of gluten last night and this morning and I have made myself good and sick. Nothing a gallon of water and milk thistle won't fix.
It's 1:30 pm and I am still in my night clothes, listening to Jimmy Buffett rather loudly because no one else is home. My plans for the day are to drive to a nearby farm that has cows and is NOT licensed to sell raw milk, and beg them to sell me some raw milk, cuz I hate driving 40 minutes to the middle of nowhere for it, which I try to do without murmering or complaining because the virtuous woman of Proverbs 31 "...is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar." (I'm pretty sure the first part of that verse is NOT a fat joke) I may be far from virtuous (Which is evident from my intent to bully some poor farmer into doing something illegal), but I do travel far for food. If I have to. But I hate driving.
Last night I had a dream that my brother died. My Sister in law called to tell me and I promptly forgot about it until later when she posted about it on Facebook and I was all like "OHNOIFORGOT!!!!!" I texted her as soon as I woke up to see if he was still with us and she informed me that, unfortunately, he was.
I also dreamed that Stephen King was my Knee Surgeon. I never got to see him before or after the surgery, but then I needed a follow up surgery for complications, and he was my surgeon again and...once again, I didn't get to see him.
I wanted to text him this morning too, but I've misplaced his number...
Okay, it's time for me to stop rambling and get going. Please feel free to share the boring details of your weekend in the comment section :-)
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