My very favorite slippers ever (you might recall them from here and here) have holes in the soles.
I am so sad. They still work since it's warm out now, but I am going to have to make me some new ones, and I am so afraid that I will not remember how to do it! I knit them under the tutelage of the Knitting Queen last time, so may have to bribe her to come over and just be near by - her very presence is inspirational when it comes to creative projects.
Since putting my house on the market, I have not knit a single stitch. The mittens I started in December ... still thumbless. The baby gift I started well in advance of the due date? That baby is rolling over now and still giftless from me.
I miss it. Will have to dig out some half-done project, or maybe just start new with new slippers. Maybe tonight.
:-)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Prop 8
I am confused. In California marriage is CLEARLY only between one man and one woman. The people say so. The Supreme Court agrees.
EXCEPT for those 18,000 couples ... 36,000 individuals ... who got married last year. Whoops. We will accept THEIR marriages as OK and legal and acceptable.
But NO ONE ELSE.
Either it is or it isn't. You can't say it isn't except for a group who lucked out based on the calendar. If California says same-sex marriage is a no-no, let's nullify those 18,000 marriages.
Or, here's an idea ... If those 36,000 people are allowed to stay married, and the world as we know it doesn't end, let's say any two adults can marry.
Our world is a crazy place. I love that Massachusetts, Iowa, Vermont and Connecticut are doing the right thing. I know that other states will follow, it's just a question of how long it all gets dragged out. In the meantime I will just stay confused, I guess. Confused is better than furious.
EXCEPT for those 18,000 couples ... 36,000 individuals ... who got married last year. Whoops. We will accept THEIR marriages as OK and legal and acceptable.
But NO ONE ELSE.
Either it is or it isn't. You can't say it isn't except for a group who lucked out based on the calendar. If California says same-sex marriage is a no-no, let's nullify those 18,000 marriages.
Or, here's an idea ... If those 36,000 people are allowed to stay married, and the world as we know it doesn't end, let's say any two adults can marry.
Our world is a crazy place. I love that Massachusetts, Iowa, Vermont and Connecticut are doing the right thing. I know that other states will follow, it's just a question of how long it all gets dragged out. In the meantime I will just stay confused, I guess. Confused is better than furious.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Just the higlights
- I am in Cleveland with Brian and will be driving back to MN with him early next week!
- I am not buying the white house that I have been thinking I was buying for the past 2 months. I really, really don't want to go into details.
- I think I might take the townhouse off the market at least for the summer to relax and regroup.
- The boys are counting down the days left til school is out (so am I, but perhaps not for exactly the same reasons!)
- I am actively seeking employment in the nursing field, so far it's slow going but I am confident something will turn up soon.
- I am thrilled Shawn Johnson won Dancing with the Stars. I am totally pleased JT won Survivor. Tammy & Victor were great winners on The Amazing Race. I really don't care who wins American Idol tonight.
- It's HOT out!!!!!!!
That's it for now. What are the bullet points currently in your life?
Friday, May 15, 2009
Season Finale
Who watches Grey's Anatomy? Who watched last night? Who can I talk to about what happened?????
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Dog Days of Mexico
After that last post about how dismal my life is, I thought I better post more Mexico pictures!
I will always remember the dogs of Sayulita. The first night we were there, I had a dream that I was crowned "Queen of the Dogs" in the town. Everywhere we went, we saw dogs running, playing, sleeping, enjoying life. I kept thinking, over and over again, what a great life it would be to be a dog in that town!
Most of the dogs we saw were clearly with someone, but sometimes they were just wandering. But they had collars and appeared well cared for, and were friendly and curious and eager to make friends. They played fetch with a variety of objects on the beach - begging their owners (or anyone else close by) to throw their "toys" (sometimes a water bottle, sometimes a coconut husk, sometimes driftwood, sometimes something unidentifiable!) into the ocean and then they would bound into the waves, joyfully playing with the surf, to catch the item and eagerly bring it back to start all over again. I couldn't help but grin as I watched!
When we walked from our house to the beach, we passed a villa which had a small hole in the fence, around which were the words "Sayulita Chihuahuas" (well, at least that's what it was supposed to say, misspellings and unnecessary apostrophe aside) - we all assumed it was a drainage hole for the rainy season. On the day before we left, I was walking back to the house on my own - and as I came up the hill, I saw a little face peeking out at me through that hole, and the true purpose of the opening became clear! I felt as if I had been given a gift, to see the darling puppy who then patiently waited for me to get my camera out and take a picture, before he popped back inside.
Later than same night, we were walking along the beach in the moonlight - beautiful, BTW - and I said hello to a dog with a slight limp. He apparently liked my greeting, as he stuck with us as we walked from the beach into town, and then up the hills to our house, and then he dashed into the garden and made himself quite comfortable under one of our deck chairs, as if he lived there and would never consider leaving! Eventually I picked him up and carried him back out on the street, but it was heart-breaking (for me -- the others were laughing at me!) to put him outside and then listen to his whimper as he tried to get back in with me. But he, too, had a collar and was well-fed, so I knew he would make his way safely home.
I have had people tell me that if reincarnation is real, they want to come back as one of my dogs - but now, I think I would chose to come back as a Sayulita dog. Life, for them, is always a beach party.
I will always remember the dogs of Sayulita. The first night we were there, I had a dream that I was crowned "Queen of the Dogs" in the town. Everywhere we went, we saw dogs running, playing, sleeping, enjoying life. I kept thinking, over and over again, what a great life it would be to be a dog in that town!
Most of the dogs we saw were clearly with someone, but sometimes they were just wandering. But they had collars and appeared well cared for, and were friendly and curious and eager to make friends. They played fetch with a variety of objects on the beach - begging their owners (or anyone else close by) to throw their "toys" (sometimes a water bottle, sometimes a coconut husk, sometimes driftwood, sometimes something unidentifiable!) into the ocean and then they would bound into the waves, joyfully playing with the surf, to catch the item and eagerly bring it back to start all over again. I couldn't help but grin as I watched!
When we walked from our house to the beach, we passed a villa which had a small hole in the fence, around which were the words "Sayulita Chihuahuas" (well, at least that's what it was supposed to say, misspellings and unnecessary apostrophe aside) - we all assumed it was a drainage hole for the rainy season. On the day before we left, I was walking back to the house on my own - and as I came up the hill, I saw a little face peeking out at me through that hole, and the true purpose of the opening became clear! I felt as if I had been given a gift, to see the darling puppy who then patiently waited for me to get my camera out and take a picture, before he popped back inside.
Later than same night, we were walking along the beach in the moonlight - beautiful, BTW - and I said hello to a dog with a slight limp. He apparently liked my greeting, as he stuck with us as we walked from the beach into town, and then up the hills to our house, and then he dashed into the garden and made himself quite comfortable under one of our deck chairs, as if he lived there and would never consider leaving! Eventually I picked him up and carried him back out on the street, but it was heart-breaking (for me -- the others were laughing at me!) to put him outside and then listen to his whimper as he tried to get back in with me. But he, too, had a collar and was well-fed, so I knew he would make his way safely home.I have had people tell me that if reincarnation is real, they want to come back as one of my dogs - but now, I think I would chose to come back as a Sayulita dog. Life, for them, is always a beach party.
Life's (not always) a Beach!
I haven't been posting lately because I have been going through a bit of a rough patch since returning from Mexico. Suddenly all that I am trying to accomplish this year seems to be overwhelming me, and I have been feeling out of control (which is bad for my normal way of dealing with life) and as if too many things will never be settled.
Professionally, I have come to the conclusion that the freelance work was great for the 2+ years I did it, but now I am longing for a job where I show up, do my work, go home, and every two weeks (or once a month) they send me money. I don't have to go find clients, I don't have to submit proposals, I don't have to send invoices, I don't have to be thinking 24/7 "I should be working." So I have been looking at nursing jobs, and have applied for a couple, and we'll see how my re-entry into that field goes.
On the home front, I have decided I am never buying another house until I am rich enough to pay cash. The hoops I am being asked to jump through for this house I am buying - between the seller and the mortgage company - are seemingly never-ending, and I am so worn down by the continual requests for more documentation, more scans and statements, just more, more, more. Then there's the flip side of moving -- selling the townhouse. Still not even one offer. At this point I would consider almost ANY offer. Just please let me get one! There has been so little traffic - in about 11 weeks of being on the market, I think about 7 prospects have walked through and viewed the property. So I guess it's good that it's not that a lot of people are seeing it and rejecting it, and everyone tells me the price is fair and good. It's just so hard to wait. And if it doesn't sell, I am in trouble.
So ... all that has kept me from feeling like posting, but hopefully things will start to pick up and my mood will improve (I am having a beer as I type this and that is helping!)
Professionally, I have come to the conclusion that the freelance work was great for the 2+ years I did it, but now I am longing for a job where I show up, do my work, go home, and every two weeks (or once a month) they send me money. I don't have to go find clients, I don't have to submit proposals, I don't have to send invoices, I don't have to be thinking 24/7 "I should be working." So I have been looking at nursing jobs, and have applied for a couple, and we'll see how my re-entry into that field goes.
On the home front, I have decided I am never buying another house until I am rich enough to pay cash. The hoops I am being asked to jump through for this house I am buying - between the seller and the mortgage company - are seemingly never-ending, and I am so worn down by the continual requests for more documentation, more scans and statements, just more, more, more. Then there's the flip side of moving -- selling the townhouse. Still not even one offer. At this point I would consider almost ANY offer. Just please let me get one! There has been so little traffic - in about 11 weeks of being on the market, I think about 7 prospects have walked through and viewed the property. So I guess it's good that it's not that a lot of people are seeing it and rejecting it, and everyone tells me the price is fair and good. It's just so hard to wait. And if it doesn't sell, I am in trouble.
So ... all that has kept me from feeling like posting, but hopefully things will start to pick up and my mood will improve (I am having a beer as I type this and that is helping!)
Friday, May 08, 2009
In praise of Don Julio
One of the learning experiences I had while in Mexico revolved around tequila. I am not a fan of tequila; the only margaritas I ever order have to be strawberry-flavored with a healthy coating of sugar on the rim of the glass. But, when in Mexico ... well, it seems slightly unacceptable not to at least try tequila. Thankfully, one of my travel mates, Therese, knows her tequila. We bought two kinds. One (brand? I have no idea!) to make margaritas with, and one (Don Julio .. mmmmmmmmm) to use for shots.
I also don't do shots. (give me beer & wine and I am happy!) But, when in Mexico ... I figured I ought to be open-minded and try it at least once. Here are the 4 of us, after our first shot of Don Julio - in dixie cups, no less, we are classy women.
Do I look like I hated it?!? Seriously, that Don Julio is smooooooooth stuff!
And here we are in the parking lot of the airport. Ready to depart. Still had an inch or so of Don Julio, so what's a girl to do? We got out our dixie cups, Alice carefully divided the tequila, and we had our final shot before leaving the country.
I wasn't able to get a picture of us after this shot, though, as the parking lot security crew was asking us to move along ....I am now a fan of tequila.
Swine Flu? No worries!
Carla sent me a "piece of flair" on Facebook last night that says "People said a black man would be elected president 'when pigs fly.' 100 days after Obama took office ... SWINE FLU!"
Here's Alice & me on the airplane going down to Mexico. Not a care in the world!
And here we are coming home ... This is actually in the airport, and truth-be-told, we only put the masks on for this picture. We didn't actually wear them, and there were very few people who were wearing them.
I would do it again in a heartbeat!
Here's Alice & me on the airplane going down to Mexico. Not a care in the world!
And here we are coming home ... This is actually in the airport, and truth-be-told, we only put the masks on for this picture. We didn't actually wear them, and there were very few people who were wearing them. 
I would do it again in a heartbeat!Thursday, May 07, 2009
Don't say I never did nuthin' for ya ...
Apparently the yellow I had chosen for my blog for May - the bright, cheery, reminiscent of the sun in Mexico yellow I liked so much - was just too much for some people's eyes.
So I switched to a pale, barely even recognizable as yellow shade.
Because I love you that much!
So I switched to a pale, barely even recognizable as yellow shade.
Because I love you that much!
Wednesday, May 06, 2009
Monday, May 04, 2009
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