Some censuring Readers will scornfully say, why hath this Lady writ her own life? Since none cares to know whose daughter she was or whose wife she is, or how she was bred, or what fortunes she had, or how she lived, or what humor or disposition she was of? I answer that is true, that 'tis to no purpose to the Readers, but it is to the Authoress, because I write it for my own sake, not theirs. ~Margaret Cavendish in 1655
Thursday, August 23, 2007
And now, I need to make more plans for change. I'm not sure what it will be in the end, but it will happen, I'm sure.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
So, a list of what I am not knitting:
- baby blanky
- socks (you can never have too many)
Yep, all of these are works-in-progress. I cannot wait for cooler weather and for the stupid GRE to be over.
OH! Story! I believe this to be indictative of where I live currently. A customer walks into our agency the other day and while the computer slowly bringing up his account, I decide to shoot the bull. I ask him what he is up to and he replies the usual, 'Oh, nothing much... and you?'. I reply, 'I'm studying for the GRE and not liking it a bit.' Silence. Then customer asks, 'So, that GRE thing.... is it sorta like the GED?'. Silence on my end. I blink and reply, 'Well... they're both tests you take, but you don't get a diploma with the GRE.' 'Oh,' was his reply to that.
So, I wonder if he thinks that taking the GRE is worth it or not, seeing as you don't get a diploma or anything with it.
Monday, August 20, 2007
Back yet with a good title to buy/borrow? Good. That's what I like to hear.
Grandma D was in the hospital last week for brain surgery. She had a cyst behind her left ear that put pressure on her brain and nerves. So, it looked like Grandma was a drunk half the time since she staggered to and fro. And she also lost the hearing in her left ear. I hope that this surgery did the trick and she is up and better soon. And thankfully she has short hair, since they had to shave a large patch for the surgery.
Here is the absolute amazing thing. She went in for surgery Wednesday morning and left the hospital Sunday late afternoon. And this is with brain surgery! It is amazing what they can do now a days in such a small amount of time.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I'm finally back in my little apartment, roasting alive. I went to Denver a week ago this past Thursday and had a delightful 4 day/3 night tour of the town. I saw the university of choice and then I went on a yarn crawl. Utterly shameful, but delightful. And my mother wonders why I'm single. Did I hit a single bar while there? No. Did I chat up ladies old enough to be my mother or grandmother? Of course I did. The best conversation I had was with a fellow who was 72 going on 73 and he ended giving me good directions. If I was a gold-digger, I would have it made in the shade. Sad, but true. And what is it with people asking my age (now proudly 30) and then asking why a nice girl like me (and who says I can't schnooker people?) isn't married? What sort of response am I supposed to have?
So, if anyone has a response that is snappy, witty or otherwise just plain good, please feel free to leave it in the remarks. Or better yet, send a cute man that travels well so that I don't have to fend off these remarks.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Now that I have answered the most common questions about Hannibal and Harriet, let me tell you the story of Hannibal and how the little bugger came into my life.
As you have previously seen, Harriet was living the life of Riley in her plastic, rainbow-vomited cage in my bathroom. Then Cousin Jamie asked me if I could take a hamster off of her Aunt Julie's hands. Aunt Julie's nephew (or maybe great-nephew... I can't remember) was not really taking to good of care of Hannibal and thus, Aunt Julie received Hannibal one day. Julie is a kind-hearted soul who is living with her mother, a cat and a dog. Her mom, Mother Mary, had issues with the hamster smell/pine shaving dust in her house, so Julie needed to ditch the hamster. So, she gave Cousin Jamie a call and Cousin Jamie prevailed on me to take poor Hannibal in.
So now I have a double vision of rainbow-vomited, plastic cage in my bathroom. I don't dare put them in the same cage, seeing that I don't want baby hamsters.
Now, if someone wanted a hamster, I do believe that I have a free one for the taking. And he already has a cage and a name.
Just to let you know, is all I'm saying.
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Have fun and hopefully I'll have pictures, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you.