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Sunday, September 28, 2003

Cue the horror-flick music...I'm going to visit my parents. (And my in-laws. On the same day, yep.) My mother-in-law knows how to bait the stick, though. She's promised me several bags of yarn she saved from her mother's stash. My own mother's offer of many boxes of my old toys, Strawberry Shortcake, CareBears, My Little Ponys, (like it's any wonder I'm so weird) seems much less altruistic. My neighbor should be getting home from camping with his camera, so if I rake in the goodies, maybe I'll have some little snapshots for you. That is, if my darling pman can fix my computer woes.

Ahhh, it's a case of the shoemaker's children going barefoot.

Thursday, September 25, 2003

Just for your edification:

A few days ago I was surfing around, keeping an eye on my girl and her play-datin' friend, taking career aptitude tests so I can find out what I want to be when I grow up, and yesterday one of the sites sent me an email listing fifteen or so signs of career burnout. I had every single one. Every damn one.

How can my entire link section disappear when I didn't change anything??

This is some sick kind of retribution from Comcast for dropping their service.

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Oh, great. Now my comments are gone.

This Internet thing sucks.

Confidential to B in Denver:
Hand/machine wash them in lukewarm water with shampoo (Woolite?) and 1/8 c. of white vinegar. Rinse thoroughly, adding 1/8 c. of white vinegar to last rinse. Roll gently in a towel to remove excess water (do not twist or wring) and lay flat to dry.

Confidential to Y. in Denver:
Thanks for taking the time to email me. Our local knitting group sucks. Don't get me wrong, there are several really cool, nice people I've met through there, present company included, I'm sure. But most of the people...are just not my type. I've written to the list to ask for knitting help-no response. I suggested last year we have a Saturday get-together that was actually in Denver-no response. (If you aren't from around here, Longmont is very much not Denver.) The last straw for me was when I nicely pointed out that the newly-started blog of one of the DenverKnits blog had a very similar name to mine and that in certain circles, this was frowned upon, and not only did no one see my side, a member helpfully stated that if the other blog were to be named "wooliemamas," then I might have a point. ( This other blog being boring to the point of death, I recall, at the risk of being accused of sour grapes.)

Heck, if I were accused, it's probably true. I am mad as hell. Additionally, when meeting members in public, I have had my parenting criticized, a definite no-no in my book, and on one memorable occasion, had everyone else leave while I was getting a coffee! I may not be the world's most personable gal, but I assure you, I am not an ogre nor a hunchback, nor do I smell. And if I may be so bold as to tiptoe into Ms. Manners' area of expertise, in all but extreme situations of rudeness, a person who leaves another without saying goodbye (by surprise, if you will) is guilty of a much greater breach of manners than anything I might have unwittingly done to offend.

In my opinion, there are some truly horrible people in the DenverKnits group who have ruined it for me.

I hate everything. Well, I don't, really, but I am certainly in a crabby frame of mind. It's no wonder, since we seem to be playing Wheel O'Illness around here, plus I'm behind, following some very bad days where nothing went right. Okay, enough whining, and thank heaven for Children's NyQuil and Diet Coke. I've made a lot of knitting progress, since obviously I coudn't be doing much else, and Isabel's sweater (the yellow one I'm making up as I go along) is well nigh finished. I just can't decide how to end it. It's an extremely nubbly boucle, and any kind of ribbing would probably not show up, not to mention might make it look a bit awkward as my girl grows about an inch a week. Right, I'm exaggerating, she grows an inch a month (Really). I thought about doing a Cluny lace edging, but it might be too floppy for an active Kindergartener. Will a single-crochet edge keep stockinette from rolling? It's a plain notch-neck raglan, and I like the unadorned look of the top. I don't want to go really frilly. Plus, anything more complicated than stockinette looks...mushy in this yarn. Oh, hell. Let me know if you have any ideas. I'm off to surf.

By the way, I will post pictures soon-my husband forgot to borrow the cable for the digital camera. Plus I need to figure out where to post them from, as well as find out where my links are!

Thursday, September 18, 2003

Have my links totally disappeared?

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

I'm sorry for the absence and all the technical difficulties. We changed e-mail and modem providers after very spotty service and the whole drama, coupled with the new and improved Wooliemama Schedule (involves getting up at 6 to get Isabel ready for kindergarten) have demoralized me to the point of denial. Of course I've been knitting, working slowly but steadily on the rugs, and even renewing my flirtation with crochet as a satisfactory way to afghan. I have about a million projects going right now, and even though I'm finishing things regularly, I'm having a little trouble with focus. And a little trouble taking advantage of the quieter house to clean it, something I've been claiming to want. We all know it's true-knitting is much more fun. Anything is more fun. Even people who insist they love to clean (I used to be one) couldn't possibly still relish it day after muddy, sticky, frostinged, poopy, crumby day. The amount of daily housework required to keep my home looking-not spotless, mind you-average, just average, would pretty much preclude having a personality to call my own, much less any time. Who wouldn't rather create something? I have fallen in love with listening to books on tape while working. I'm a born multi-tasker. If I could knit and listen to a story on the StairMaster, for instance, with a beer hat, I might just achieve nirvana.