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

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

is a clean desk

a sign of that the 4 horseman are around the corner? Everyday I take the time to tidy up my desks (yes, I have two) and I take an odd sense of pleasure in the fact that when I come in, it's tidy. (Isn't that just a horrible sentance structure for a person with a degree in English? I'm glad that you agree.) However, back to the subject at hand... 5 work days of clean desk syndrom (CDS). Who knew it could happen? Now, I just have to apply this logic to my single closet of my flat. It is currently the black hole of clothes and other sundry items.

Next week, the local school starts for another year and the following week is the ever popular Hardin Co Fair. Cousin Jamie's kids will be showing goats, rabbits, and chickens while living at the fair with their mom. That's right, Cousin Jamie will be staying in a pop-up camper with 4 children for the duration of the fair. Tuesday through Sunday. 6 days of fair. With 4 children ages 11 to 1.5 years of age. Of her own accord.

I knew insanity ran in the family - now there's proof!

I've got to say, Cousin Jamie has got bigger ovaries than I do to tackle such a thing. I'm pretty sure that I would never sign up for it without being on drugs. Yes, I did join Peace Corps, but I didn't have to lug the crap that kids need and there is no whining in PC. (Ok, that whole whining thing is a lie, but they are adults and can be told to suck it up, cupcake. grrrr...)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

two days and counting

I have a clean desk two days running. I loved it when I came in this morning and had a clean desk and everything was in it's place. Who knew I was a closeted clean desker? Now, I have to tackle the drawers and then life will be good.

Just as long as Jilli doesn't find my chocolate stash. That child is the cutest mooch there is and no chocolate is safe from her. She is her mother's child!

Oh, and don't hold your breath about pics. Cause, I'm still holding out for the ones I took down in Mexico last year.


Wednesday, August 13, 2008

unorganized organization

Organization is a major problem for me, along with keeping deadlines. As I sit here on my desk at work, there are 6 piles of papers/books/random things (the fly swatter is very important). This needs to change. I've been reading a new blog (which soon will makes it's appearance on the sidebar o' links) called Peace of Mind Organizing. Not only is she a knitter (which warms the cockles of my heart), but she is a professional organizer. Can you say, "Laura wants a new friend?" Seriously, she has her issues with deadlines and keeping her desk clean, but she actually does something about it, while (currently) I bellyache about it.

I bellyache no more.

Today is the day that things find a home, get tossed and I'm going to keep at it until it is done. For this, I believe that I am even going to get the camera out of the hiding place in my purse (yes, I carry it around and don't take pictures - I'm a dork and we've covered that already) and take a snap or two of the pre- and post- desk production.

Monday, August 11, 2008

mama has sole and leg!

The cursed socks are finished. Sweetie's Christmas/birthday from 2007 is finally finished and just in time for the fair. Can we say, "How country are you?" when the highlight of finishing a project is that they can compete at the county fair.

Now on for the SOS Knit-Along socks!!! I have a pretty red yarn from my Florida adventure that will be perfect for it. Know, all I need to do is print out the directions and cast on. Nothing but good times for a red pair of socks.