Thursday, February 23, 2006
You are Dishcloth Cotton.
You are a very hard worker, most at home when
you're at home. You are thrifty and seemingly
born to clean. You are considered to be a
Plain Jane, but you are too practical to
What kind of yarn are you?
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Close, except for the "born to clean" part. OBVIOUSLY this quiz has never been to my house.
I wanted to say, "No! No! I'm the bulky 100% Icelandic wool living in New England," but it wasn't an option.
But I guess I should just be glad I'm not the 100% acrylic or the magenta eyelash novelty yarn.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
And this is what I ended up with, pre-felting, and then after:
I have to say I'm okay with it. Don't know what I'm going to do with a bag of this size, though. But I do like the striping. I go back and forth on the colors, however. It felted pretty nicely -- only had to run it through the washer twice.
Verdict: I think it worked out all right. Now I want to make something else in a different colorway.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Yes, I know it's in Japanese, but supposedly the pictures are self-explanatory. I've been looking for it for a few months because I was completely suckered in and HAD to have the pattern for this little dog on Hillary's site:
and for this one made by While She Naps.
Something more to add to the growing list of fun projects to do in my spare time!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
If you download a photo, it will scan your face and pull up a picture of the celebrity it thinks you most closely resemble. While it wasn't ridiculously far off on the kids, it was obviously FUBAR for Tim and me, as you can see from the following:
They think Hattie looks like Ashton Kutcher,
or maybe Calista Flockhart, both attractive people as is Hattie. Charlotte, however, looks nothing like Carl Lewis, so they are WAY off on that one as far as I'm concerned.
They think Nate looks like Annette Bening, or maybe Annika Sorenstam. While they're the wrong gender, at least that wouldn't be too bad.
In this picture, they said I looked like Justine Henin-Hardenne, the Belgian tennis player. I guess I'm okay with that. HOWEVER,
in this picture they thought Tim looked like Fernando Henrique Cardoso. I had to google him to find out that he is a former President of Brazil. I don't know. I don't see it. But I refuse to think that I look like Roseanne Barr, even if these pictures are somewhat similar.
In an effort to get a better read on Tim's picture, I tried again.
This time it said he looked like Theodore Sturgeon. Again, an esoteric person who I had to google to find out who he was. Turns out he was (as he is unfortunately deceased) an American science fiction writer known for penning Sturgeon's Revelation, to wit, "Ninety percent of everything is crud." Again, I don't see the resemblance. Maybe it's the beard. Also I think this My Heritage website needs a tighter definition of "celebrity."
When I met Tim everyone thought he looked like Boris Becker. The resemblance used to be much more striking, but that was pre-marriage and 10+ years ago. Apparently Tim and Boris have both changed since then, since I looked up Boris' picture and they had this:Close, but no cigar.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
AAANYhoo -- many things have been happening since my last post. For one, I finished all 5,500+ pages of my books. So now I am trying to reintroduce myself to the rigors of daily life. Besides the regular laundry, dinner, and other household issues, in the past week these rigors have included:
1) putting together a Valentine's party for a class of twelve 2-year-olds a mere 12 hours before it was supposed to kick off;
2) trying to get Hattie to school on Monday with not one but TWO cars with batteries so dead that the car locks didn't work and the radio/CD player went into security lockdown mode;
3) having a substitute bus driver for Charlotte who came by to pick her up 45 minutes late (5 minutes after school had started and 10 minutes after I'd taken her myself) and who was also 45 minutes late dropping her off after school ended (we live 5 minutes from school). Naturally, this was on the one day of the week that I work, so I was late to work; and
4) being informed by the sorriest excuse for a health insurance customer service person that "having to deal with difficult and unprofessional people" is NOT in her job description and that she didn't "appreciate my attitude" after I had spent an HOUR trying to get them to pay some portion, any portion, of a variety of medical bills.
On the other hand, it was also Valentine's Day. In an effort to have some kind of adult time to ourselves, we skipped the kids' baths yesterday and put them to bed half an hour early. Tim ran out to a nearby Italian restaurant and carried out a couple of wonderful entrees that we ate sitting at our kitchen table. We opened a bottle of wine and ate and talked blissfully, without interruptions. What a treat!
Today Nate came home from school with some work he'd done. They had asked him what he would say in a speech, if he were president. So this is what he wrote:
First, notice the vote tally at the top of the page. It says "Nate" with a "1" followed by 12 or 13 zeros. So he got a thousand billion votes, or thereabouts. Talk about a mandate.
The text of his speech says, "I wish that dinosaurs were alive, just the plant-eaters. I would pick up the dung."
He explained to us that if dinosaurs were going to come back because he told them to, that it would be only fair for him to be the one cleaning up after them. And only the plant-eaters, because they're not as dangerous. Eminently fair and practical, if you ask me.
Otherwise things have been going along fine. No accidents (or 'axi-stinks,' as Hattie would say). Now all I need to do is find another good book....
Monday, February 06, 2006
Here's the gang eating Velveeta and Ro-Tel for dinner. And a chunk of apple each, of course, because we wouldn't want to be unhealthy. Nate had a cheese sandwich instead because Ro-Tel is not on his list of acceptable foods.
Bathtime was at halftime, and that was it for our shindig.
Tim and I did watch the second half, however. It was so thrilling that I almost finished book 5 of my six Outlander books. In case you thought it was just me, other people are obsessed with this series too. But I know my family will be glad when I finish this final book so I can move on to other critical things. (YIKES, don't look!)