I figured out something to knit over this past Easter weekend. This, slightly modified to be a bit bigger. I found a charcoal grey with a nice blood red for the skull. No pictures at the moment. Since I haven't started on the skull yet it wouldn't really be much to look at.
I've also found a couple new Sigg bottles that I think I'm going to have to get. This blue and white one and this black and red one. These bottles are so cool! I bought one a while back and just started using it in the last month or so. They keep your water (or whatever...) cold and they're way better than normal plastic water bottles. They are intended to be reusable and very easy to clean. Not to mention that they can take a shot and can still be used. : )
And I came across some awesome skull & crossbones buttons. Now only if I could find the link for them I might be spending some more money.....
However, I've recently been working out more and trying to eat better. I've gotten up early every day before work for nearly a month and I've already lost 10#'s. So with that goal met - I decided my reward was that blue Sigg bottle. Now what reasoning could I come up with for the black one? ]: )
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Friday that isn't a Friday
I get a nice long weekend starting now. I've got Good Friday off of work. So you know what that means..... Time to find bad tv or a few movies, some UFO's and go crazy. One problem - I've become bored with my UFO's and I'm dying to try something new but I haven't found inspiration yet. I smell a LYS trip in my future!
Any suggestions on what to knit? I've got 2 scarves, a Garterlac dishcloth, and a Ruana currently on needles. I'm thinking I'm going to have to make one of these, filled with cotton balls & cat nip for an Easter treat for the critters. I've checked all the free patterns I've saved, looked through the couple books I have, and a couple magazines - and I've come up with nothing!
Help? Hints? Suggestions? Anything?
I've got 3 days without any real set plans other than it would be nice to knit something....
Any suggestions on what to knit? I've got 2 scarves, a Garterlac dishcloth, and a Ruana currently on needles. I'm thinking I'm going to have to make one of these, filled with cotton balls & cat nip for an Easter treat for the critters. I've checked all the free patterns I've saved, looked through the couple books I have, and a couple magazines - and I've come up with nothing!
Help? Hints? Suggestions? Anything?
I've got 3 days without any real set plans other than it would be nice to knit something....
Thursday, March 29, 2007
It's been a while....
Ok - really it's been about 3 months.... bad me....
However, I've realized that this is a pretty good outlet and I should use it to it's full potential.
Watch this space - - - more to come!
However, I've realized that this is a pretty good outlet and I should use it to it's full potential.
Watch this space - - - more to come!
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Happy New Year to all - - -
...and to all a good hangover cure!!
Ok - a little more serious, now -
May you find everything you need in the new year and may there be just enough out of your reach to keep you striving and working for things, and to realize that there are still things you want out there in the world.
Happy New Year!! See you next year!
Ok - a little more serious, now -
May you find everything you need in the new year and may there be just enough out of your reach to keep you striving and working for things, and to realize that there are still things you want out there in the world.
Happy New Year!! See you next year!
Monday, December 25, 2006
Merry Christmas - - -
To everyone out there -
new friends or old,
family or acquaintances,
commentors or lurkers;
May you find the best of the season,
and the love that is out there from people you know or don't,
and know that the wonders of the world aren't just for others,
but for you.
Take the time to stop or at least pause; look around, take a deep breath and realize - that you may not always like where you are but you are where you are supposed to be. You will be better for whatever (good or bad) is going on.
Merry Christmas to all! And know that at least one person you've never met thinking about you, wishing you all the happiness you could ever find.
Merry Christmas!
new friends or old,
family or acquaintances,
commentors or lurkers;
May you find the best of the season,
and the love that is out there from people you know or don't,
and know that the wonders of the world aren't just for others,
but for you.
Take the time to stop or at least pause; look around, take a deep breath and realize - that you may not always like where you are but you are where you are supposed to be. You will be better for whatever (good or bad) is going on.
Merry Christmas to all! And know that at least one person you've never met thinking about you, wishing you all the happiness you could ever find.
Merry Christmas!
Friday, December 22, 2006
Random-ness
As I sit here on the eve of Christmas Eve with a little too much family dealings today and not enough wine - I feel quiet.
Not the quiet retrospective of looking over the past year at where I've been and what I've done. But more the quiet in-drawn 'not quite here' quiet.
Not really sure why or how I went 'away' but just that I did. Sometimes family will do that to me and considering I've been around them since about 2 this afternoon until about 10 - that could explain it. We went to see PB's family from 2 until about 7:30 and then went to my folks' house straight from there until a little bit ago.
I'm not totally a homebody but there comes a point when you cry "Uncle!" and just want home with a good glass (or few) of wine. I reached that point a little after 6:00.
Here's hoping I can find myself back and my voice before Santa comes for the kids tomorrow AM. (We have PB's 2 kids for Christmas Eve day this year.) Then we have another of my family's get togethers tomorrow night. I wonder how I can smuggle wine into Nana's house??
But I do see a bag from Jared's that might mean a sparkly Christmas day!
Not the quiet retrospective of looking over the past year at where I've been and what I've done. But more the quiet in-drawn 'not quite here' quiet.
Not really sure why or how I went 'away' but just that I did. Sometimes family will do that to me and considering I've been around them since about 2 this afternoon until about 10 - that could explain it. We went to see PB's family from 2 until about 7:30 and then went to my folks' house straight from there until a little bit ago.
I'm not totally a homebody but there comes a point when you cry "Uncle!" and just want home with a good glass (or few) of wine. I reached that point a little after 6:00.
Here's hoping I can find myself back and my voice before Santa comes for the kids tomorrow AM. (We have PB's 2 kids for Christmas Eve day this year.) Then we have another of my family's get togethers tomorrow night. I wonder how I can smuggle wine into Nana's house??
But I do see a bag from Jared's that might mean a sparkly Christmas day!
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A few questions I have....
I have no children - however, I have 2 stepkids. These are resulting questions I have after some recent conversations (not had by me) involving the custody of B, my stepson.
How can your need to be in control as a mother (or in general) over-ride your desire for your children to be happy?
How do you believe your own sanctimonious lies when everyone around you knows you're only in it for your own benefit?
How can you claim to love your children yet treat them with less courtesy than you would a stranger you pass on the street?
How can you say that your children (or child) matters to you yet be more concerned with the monetary aspects of having said child?
{That last one is also asked of Dave N. - my sperm-donor "father".}
How do you find love for children who aren't your own when sometimes you're unsure of your "place"?
How is it that I seem to have (from all those concerned) more interest, care and concern for children who have no 'real' tie to me than their own mother does?
Any thoughts, ideas or suggestions would be appreciated.
How can your need to be in control as a mother (or in general) over-ride your desire for your children to be happy?
How do you believe your own sanctimonious lies when everyone around you knows you're only in it for your own benefit?
How can you claim to love your children yet treat them with less courtesy than you would a stranger you pass on the street?
How can you say that your children (or child) matters to you yet be more concerned with the monetary aspects of having said child?
{That last one is also asked of Dave N. - my sperm-donor "father".}
How do you find love for children who aren't your own when sometimes you're unsure of your "place"?
How is it that I seem to have (from all those concerned) more interest, care and concern for children who have no 'real' tie to me than their own mother does?
Any thoughts, ideas or suggestions would be appreciated.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Jose ?!?!?!?!
When PB & I went on our honeymoon to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic we had this awesome bartender - Jose. There was a drink that the resort had that involved hacking off part of a coconut with a machete and filling it with ice, coconut milk and rum. Well Jose and I were having fun one night and I kept drinking out of the coconut and he kept filling it in with rum - until I was just drinking straight rum. Gotta love Jose! : )
Jose was well known to us to mix a drink, pop down on his haunches behind the bar, suck down that very same drink, and then pop back up like a Jack (Jose hahaha) in a box. Needless to say there were times were weren't sure who was the sober-est of the 3 of us.
There was one story Jose told that we still laugh at from time to time. We were at his bar and quite frankly we were all feeling no pain, when he began to tell a story about when he came home late and his wife's reaction. They got into a big fight and she kept saying "F*ck you, Jose. F*ck you!" We laughed at his story and that seemed to be like adding fuel to Jose's fire. He kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling like a child at Christmas. The more we laughed the more he kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling.
Now there are times in which PB is up and notices an empty or near empty wine glass and his statement is "Bad Jose!" for not being an attentive bar tender. There's then a little smile/smirk that follows that statement.
PB was a little bit slacking tonight before we started putting up our Christmas tree. So I say to that "Bad Jose". : )
Here's the bar we first met Jose - I miss that funny little Dominican.....
Jose was well known to us to mix a drink, pop down on his haunches behind the bar, suck down that very same drink, and then pop back up like a Jack (Jose hahaha) in a box. Needless to say there were times were weren't sure who was the sober-est of the 3 of us.
There was one story Jose told that we still laugh at from time to time. We were at his bar and quite frankly we were all feeling no pain, when he began to tell a story about when he came home late and his wife's reaction. They got into a big fight and she kept saying "F*ck you, Jose. F*ck you!" We laughed at his story and that seemed to be like adding fuel to Jose's fire. He kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling like a child at Christmas. The more we laughed the more he kept saying "F*ck you, Jose! F*ck you!" and giggling.
Now there are times in which PB is up and notices an empty or near empty wine glass and his statement is "Bad Jose!" for not being an attentive bar tender. There's then a little smile/smirk that follows that statement.
PB was a little bit slacking tonight before we started putting up our Christmas tree. So I say to that "Bad Jose". : )
Here's the bar we first met Jose - I miss that funny little Dominican.....
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Grand gestures
What is a grand gesture?
Is it a large bouquet of roses delivered in red ribbon-tied box? Or a horse drawn carriage ride? Is it the the wedding kiss?
Or is it simply the touch of a hand at the right moment? Or that look from across the room - the look you weren't supposed to see that you busted him on? Or or is it the acceptance and welcome of things or people in your life that change the direction you thought you were going? Or could it be sleeping on the couch so your significant other could have a decent nights sleep (even knowing you won't)?
Or is it something unexpected? Is it that surpise call in the middle of day just to say "Hi - How are you? - I love you more than my last and future breath - See you after work!"
Or is it seeing a possibly homeless person walking around town picking up pop cans in the cold, wind, and snow and deciding to do something? Knowing you can't do afford much to give as far as money is concerned but you figure out what you can do - knit - and knit a hat for the "walker guy" for the upcoming MI winter.
What constitutes a grand gesture? And does it really matter if the gesture is grand or is it more important that there is a gesture?
There are movies (Love Actually) and wine (Chianti) that make too many thoughts run through busy minds ---
Have a good night/morning....
Is it a large bouquet of roses delivered in red ribbon-tied box? Or a horse drawn carriage ride? Is it the the wedding kiss?
Or is it simply the touch of a hand at the right moment? Or that look from across the room - the look you weren't supposed to see that you busted him on? Or or is it the acceptance and welcome of things or people in your life that change the direction you thought you were going? Or could it be sleeping on the couch so your significant other could have a decent nights sleep (even knowing you won't)?
Or is it something unexpected? Is it that surpise call in the middle of day just to say "Hi - How are you? - I love you more than my last and future breath - See you after work!"
Or is it seeing a possibly homeless person walking around town picking up pop cans in the cold, wind, and snow and deciding to do something? Knowing you can't do afford much to give as far as money is concerned but you figure out what you can do - knit - and knit a hat for the "walker guy" for the upcoming MI winter.
What constitutes a grand gesture? And does it really matter if the gesture is grand or is it more important that there is a gesture?
There are movies (Love Actually) and wine (Chianti) that make too many thoughts run through busy minds ---
Have a good night/morning....
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Warning - - - Honesty ahead......
I read an inspiring post from Stoned Knitter this morning. Her birthday/blog-anniversary is tomorrow and she was waxing poetic a little about life and blogs.
I've had a difficult time getting and keeping this blog going. Sometimes I read everyone else's blog and feel like I don't have much to share. Sometimes I would rather knit than talk about it. Sometimes I forget to take any pictures of FO's or WIP's while the lighting is still there. Sometimes I finally take pictures and they end up sitting in the camera seemingly forever until they're downloaded to the computer. Sometimes I think it's been so long since a post - what's the point? There are times I wonder if anyone is even out there reading.
I've always been a private person and most times too introverted for my own good. I'm more than willing to talk to anyone and I will share just about anything. However, my problem comes in that I very rarely will volunteer much. I figure that if someone wants to know something about me - they'll ask. But I've learned that most people don't ask.
There's also the issue that people believe and somewhat expect different things about me. As an example: my parents, sad to say, I don't think know the real me. Part of me believes that if they did know me, they might not like me. So I keep them in the dark about things. (Yes, I know that I'm old enough that I don't need their approval. But I like being liked and I've kept them in the dark for many years so by now it's more of a habit.) Obviously, they certainly don't know about this blog!
Then there are the truths and feelings that I don't share in order to save other peoples feelings or their perceptions of me. There are people who know about this blog that I worry about what they might read and/or discover about me.
Here's the truth: I've lost my voice. Worse yet, I'm the one who took it from me. It's easier to keep quiet than it is to be woefully misunderstood. It's easier to just stop talking and avoid or stop a fight. It's easier to hide things than to disappoint people.
The other truth: Not having my voice anymore has really taken a good amount of fun out of life.
Fact: I cannot do what I've been doing anymore.
This blog will become something different than it has been. It will start to be my voice to the lurkers and to anyone who comes across it. It will also serve as a catalyst to find my voice more in the real world and to use it at any given (or stolen!) moment. I hope to find myself and my voice back.
There will be knitting content - if I ever get those damn pictures taken! : )
I've had a difficult time getting and keeping this blog going. Sometimes I read everyone else's blog and feel like I don't have much to share. Sometimes I would rather knit than talk about it. Sometimes I forget to take any pictures of FO's or WIP's while the lighting is still there. Sometimes I finally take pictures and they end up sitting in the camera seemingly forever until they're downloaded to the computer. Sometimes I think it's been so long since a post - what's the point? There are times I wonder if anyone is even out there reading.
I've always been a private person and most times too introverted for my own good. I'm more than willing to talk to anyone and I will share just about anything. However, my problem comes in that I very rarely will volunteer much. I figure that if someone wants to know something about me - they'll ask. But I've learned that most people don't ask.
There's also the issue that people believe and somewhat expect different things about me. As an example: my parents, sad to say, I don't think know the real me. Part of me believes that if they did know me, they might not like me. So I keep them in the dark about things. (Yes, I know that I'm old enough that I don't need their approval. But I like being liked and I've kept them in the dark for many years so by now it's more of a habit.) Obviously, they certainly don't know about this blog!
Then there are the truths and feelings that I don't share in order to save other peoples feelings or their perceptions of me. There are people who know about this blog that I worry about what they might read and/or discover about me.
Here's the truth: I've lost my voice. Worse yet, I'm the one who took it from me. It's easier to keep quiet than it is to be woefully misunderstood. It's easier to just stop talking and avoid or stop a fight. It's easier to hide things than to disappoint people.
The other truth: Not having my voice anymore has really taken a good amount of fun out of life.
Fact: I cannot do what I've been doing anymore.
This blog will become something different than it has been. It will start to be my voice to the lurkers and to anyone who comes across it. It will also serve as a catalyst to find my voice more in the real world and to use it at any given (or stolen!) moment. I hope to find myself and my voice back.
There will be knitting content - if I ever get those damn pictures taken! : )
Monday, November 06, 2006
Pictures!!!!
Well how far behind am I??? Some knitting pics updates - - - -
Wine coaster
Mmmmmm........ yummy........
Grilled chicken breast, garlic & pepper roasted asparagus..... & knitted wine coaster!
Squares for Grandma Purl
Artistic...... 
notice the name on the wine bottle "A Few Good Men" - every chicky should have a couple of those! ]: )
square detail -
Wine glass
Wine bottle
There has been much more knitting - hats, fingerless gloves, a little work on the Ruana.... just no pics : (
I'll be better over the week and for sure he weekend (maybe even some pics with a male model - PB just doesn't know yet!)
tee hee : )
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Finally!!
I finally got my squares for Gma Purl in the mail. They've been done for weeks but between being sick, PB being sick, 1st anniversary...... you get the point. I was just too busy.
But they're in the mail and Gma should get them in at least 3 days (or however long it takes the Post Office to delivery Priority mail to California)!
Yeah!!
Pictures tomorrow I promise!
But they're in the mail and Gma should get them in at least 3 days (or however long it takes the Post Office to delivery Priority mail to California)!
Yeah!!
Pictures tomorrow I promise!
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
What can be said?
I wasn't born when the world was at war for the second time.
I can't tell you where I was when Kennedy was shot because I wasn't born yet.
I didn't watch a man walk on the moon and plant the US flag.
I can say I was at work when planes landed in two buildings and another into the Pentagon and still another in a field 5 years ago. A guy I was dating, "the flower guy", sent me an email and said that a plane hit one of the world trade center towers. I didn't think too much of it - thinking it was just a sight seeing plane or something that wouldn't really do any damage.....
Then the reality of what happened came to life from the voice on the radio, and other radio voices from plant radios. Next thing I know I'm going to Menards to buy TV antennas for the TV's scattered around the building. However, when I got back we just sat around the radio listening to the voices bring the frightening news to life.
The world that we knew was changed.
In spite of the horror of that moment, life went on and continues to go on. The world hiccuped in its spin but continued on its path.
We continue to be who and what we are - Americans, United.
I can't tell you where I was when Kennedy was shot because I wasn't born yet.
I didn't watch a man walk on the moon and plant the US flag.
I can say I was at work when planes landed in two buildings and another into the Pentagon and still another in a field 5 years ago. A guy I was dating, "the flower guy", sent me an email and said that a plane hit one of the world trade center towers. I didn't think too much of it - thinking it was just a sight seeing plane or something that wouldn't really do any damage.....
Then the reality of what happened came to life from the voice on the radio, and other radio voices from plant radios. Next thing I know I'm going to Menards to buy TV antennas for the TV's scattered around the building. However, when I got back we just sat around the radio listening to the voices bring the frightening news to life.
The world that we knew was changed.
In spite of the horror of that moment, life went on and continues to go on. The world hiccuped in its spin but continued on its path.
We continue to be who and what we are - Americans, United.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Here fishy, fishy, fishy....
You know, the pattern was right. The muff looks like a fish before it's stitched together. Case in point - it's even still attached to the fishing lure that caught it!
There you have it folks the muff pre-sewing. I used Red Heart Super Saver in Light Sage and Bernat Denim Style in Chino held together for the cuffs. The body was made out of Lion Brand Homespun Edwardian throughout the whole body and Romanesque, Mediterranean, and Harvest added in. Talk about a great stash buster! I had all this yarn in my stash I didn't know what to do with.
I wanted to use something that would be soft and washable without felting. If this muff is going to stand any kind of a chance with me and these Michigan winters it has to be washable.
I followed the pattern for the most part, kinda. I started on US 10 for the first little cuff and 3 rounds of the body. Began to think I was crazy for trying to work with 2 strands of Homespun on 10's - so I switched to 10 1/2's. In the interest of stitch pattern equality I then switched back to 10's for 3 rounds of the end of the body and the second, longer cuff.
I really didn't want the body color to be in any form of a pattern. So I knitted with Romanesque until I was sick of that color, and switched to Mediterranean and then to Harvest. Then it was back to Mediterranean and Romanesque.
Here it is in all it's finished muff-ly goodness. Also included in the picture is the "not invited to the photo shoot cat" Beau. One of the 2 furballs that call me mom.
Monday, September 04, 2006
I did it!
I finally took pictures and updated the sidebar with links to those pictures.
But after all that updating I'm too tired for a real post. So I'll leave you with some pictures of a Spidey hanging out on my garage roof.
But after all that updating I'm too tired for a real post. So I'll leave you with some pictures of a Spidey hanging out on my garage roof.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Lacking substance (& knitting pics)
Really, truly I've been meaning to take pictures of my knitting projects or FO's - - - but I just haven't. I know..... bad blogger me.
So in the absence of knitting content - I bring you CORN! (yes, I know there are nights that I seem to have lost my mind; bear with me sanity will catch up with me sooner or later.)
When I say that my yard sometimes looks more like a cornfield than a yard I really mean it.
So in the absence of knitting content - I bring you CORN! (yes, I know there are nights that I seem to have lost my mind; bear with me sanity will catch up with me sooner or later.)
When I say that my yard sometimes looks more like a cornfield than a yard I really mean it.
Notice the little tuft of silk on the ear of corn - right by my front porch door?!?
Oh and an update on the gutter corn.... It has an ear!!! (sometimes folks, it's the little things : )
Further proof that I'm not the wacko planting all this corn
- here's the spidey feeder (along with more corn growing underneath it). The box has a hinged lid to hold the squirrel chow that they usually lift up with their heads and dig around in for the good stuff. They love them some unsalted peanuts in the shell!! The shepherds hook is holding the spring-looking thing that holds an ear of corn.
Here's a cute little rodent caught red-handed! (red-pawed??).
I've never caught one sitting in my gutters before so I couldn't resist taking a couple pics. I ended up getting too close for his liking and he ran away up on the roof. Busted!!
Really, truly I plan (and will!) take knitting pics this weekend. I've even updated my list of on the needles and WIP's on the sidebar in an effort of good faith (or just to remind my fuzzy self of the pics I need to take! : )
p.s. I've finished my muff for the muff along I just need to finish seaming!
Friday, August 25, 2006
Is it just me?
I went on a mini-vacation last weekend (can little more than a long weekend to visit family. in-laws even, be considered a vacation??) and had wonderful thoughts of knitting there and back. From my lake side town in MI to Minnesota close to the Iowa line that would be about 9-10 hours in a car.
I could get tons done on my Ruana (that I haven't touched in weeks.....)! I could finish my Kool-Aid scarf (not touched in months.....)! I could start and finish a can cooler for PB for work!
Such great plans!! Such amazing visions of completion!! The oooo's and ahhh's from everyone marveling at my finished objects!! I am knitting Goddess turning WIP's into FO's!!
REALITY CHECK ----
Friday drive out to MN -
After 8 rows on the Kool-Aid scarf - I was bored.
I started a new knitted bracelet cuff (on 1's!! Had to buy them for this project - eeek)
Sunday drive back to MI -
Started a new bag out of cotton (side note - no real pattern and it got frogged on Tuesday and then cast on for a traveling laundry bag, again no real pattern)
Worked on the bracelet cuff
Started the can cooler for PB
Never touched the biggest project - the Ruana - other than to look at the bag in the trunk and go "Oh yeah...."
Score:
FO's - 0
New Projects Started - 3
Is it just me? Or is there a support group for those of us with too many WIP's??
"Hi. My name is Kat. I'm a habitual new project starter, very rarely finishing something before starting something new. I get really excited about something new and find myself very easily bored with something that needs finishing. Then I cannot possibly conceive of finishing anything without at least starting on the new project."
Say it with me in unison - - -
"Hi Kat - welcome! You are among friends - as we are the UFO Collector's Anonymous"
I could get tons done on my Ruana (that I haven't touched in weeks.....)! I could finish my Kool-Aid scarf (not touched in months.....)! I could start and finish a can cooler for PB for work!
Such great plans!! Such amazing visions of completion!! The oooo's and ahhh's from everyone marveling at my finished objects!! I am knitting Goddess turning WIP's into FO's!!
REALITY CHECK ----
Friday drive out to MN -
After 8 rows on the Kool-Aid scarf - I was bored.
I started a new knitted bracelet cuff (on 1's!! Had to buy them for this project - eeek)
Sunday drive back to MI -
Started a new bag out of cotton (side note - no real pattern and it got frogged on Tuesday and then cast on for a traveling laundry bag, again no real pattern)
Worked on the bracelet cuff
Started the can cooler for PB
Never touched the biggest project - the Ruana - other than to look at the bag in the trunk and go "Oh yeah...."
Score:
FO's - 0
New Projects Started - 3
Is it just me? Or is there a support group for those of us with too many WIP's??
"Hi. My name is Kat. I'm a habitual new project starter, very rarely finishing something before starting something new. I get really excited about something new and find myself very easily bored with something that needs finishing. Then I cannot possibly conceive of finishing anything without at least starting on the new project."
Say it with me in unison - - -
"Hi Kat - welcome! You are among friends - as we are the UFO Collector's Anonymous"
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Reflections on a gated community - - - -
Conversation with a guy at work (who’s known to have a somewhat odd sense of humor)....
S: "You look just like someone who works in our department."
me: "Really? You should introduce us sometime!"
S: "I really don't know her that well."
me: "Well that's too bad."
As soon as I said that I realized that it’s true. It’s really too bad that there are people who don’t know me that well. People I see nearly every day, but truly without much interaction. Then I got to thinking that there are people who should know me so well but then they say something or do something and it makes you wonder if they ever really knew you at all.
There are people we let into our own little world and there are people we keep out. There are times we make mistakes on who we give the gate key too - bad relationships or selfish people - and we wish we could erase them or forget them but they’ve already left their initials carved in every tree, wet cement and park bench in our world.
I’m not saying we should lock the gate and throw away all the keys and keep everyone out for fear of a person wielding a mean pocket knife. Maybe we just need to walk through our world with the next person we want to invite in and help them understand us. Then maybe they will be more sensitive to things that we’re sensitive to. Or at least know why we feel the way we do, even if they don’t quite get it.
S: "You look just like someone who works in our department."
me: "Really? You should introduce us sometime!"
S: "I really don't know her that well."
me: "Well that's too bad."
As soon as I said that I realized that it’s true. It’s really too bad that there are people who don’t know me that well. People I see nearly every day, but truly without much interaction. Then I got to thinking that there are people who should know me so well but then they say something or do something and it makes you wonder if they ever really knew you at all.
There are people we let into our own little world and there are people we keep out. There are times we make mistakes on who we give the gate key too - bad relationships or selfish people - and we wish we could erase them or forget them but they’ve already left their initials carved in every tree, wet cement and park bench in our world.
I’m not saying we should lock the gate and throw away all the keys and keep everyone out for fear of a person wielding a mean pocket knife. Maybe we just need to walk through our world with the next person we want to invite in and help them understand us. Then maybe they will be more sensitive to things that we’re sensitive to. Or at least know why we feel the way we do, even if they don’t quite get it.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Blue sky & clouds
I'm currently at work covering for the receptionist as she takes her lunch break. The view from the front windows is much better than the lack of view from my office. Prison grey is just such and unattractive color!
I started my muff for the Muff along over the weekend. PB and I drove up to Big Rapids to bring some feed for the deer (PB hunts in the fall) and I figured a couple hours traveling would be the perfect time to start. I got the first smaller cuff and a little bit of the body completed before we got back home.
While we were in Big Rapids we stopped at A & W for dinner. This was one of the few remaining old drive ins. You know the kind where you pull up under a canopy to a little menu and speaker box, place your order and someone delivers it out to you on a tray that hooks over your window. I have to say the girl who brought our food didn't have roller skates, a cute little hat or a ponytail. But it was still very cool and nothing could beat the root beer float in the old fashioned thick glass mugs. You know, we had the camera with us but I was too caught up in the moment to take a single picture.
I ended up getting about 4-5" of the body done. It's a really quick going project and I like how it's turning out. Maybe tonight I'll get a chance to take a teaser picture since I don't want to show all of it until it's done.
I started my muff for the Muff along over the weekend. PB and I drove up to Big Rapids to bring some feed for the deer (PB hunts in the fall) and I figured a couple hours traveling would be the perfect time to start. I got the first smaller cuff and a little bit of the body completed before we got back home.
While we were in Big Rapids we stopped at A & W for dinner. This was one of the few remaining old drive ins. You know the kind where you pull up under a canopy to a little menu and speaker box, place your order and someone delivers it out to you on a tray that hooks over your window. I have to say the girl who brought our food didn't have roller skates, a cute little hat or a ponytail. But it was still very cool and nothing could beat the root beer float in the old fashioned thick glass mugs. You know, we had the camera with us but I was too caught up in the moment to take a single picture.
I ended up getting about 4-5" of the body done. It's a really quick going project and I like how it's turning out. Maybe tonight I'll get a chance to take a teaser picture since I don't want to show all of it until it's done.
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