Everything is ok. Pences fixed it that monday and now it sews beautifully.
My regular sewing machine isn't working, but I don't know why. Whatever.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
I am so not happy and very regretful.
ug. Ok, I am not as bad as the title sounds, but I just spent one and half hours driving EACH WAY to buy a very expensive serger (sewing machine). I was SO EXCITED. SO HAPPY!!! and then I put a huge chunk of stretchy fabric through it, bent a needle and broke a little metal part. within 20 minutes of turning it on. WHY WHY WHY did I play with it after tha long car ride with the kids? grrr.... I should have wited until tomorrow when I was fresh and calm and had read the manual. grr.....
meanwhile my pants still don't fit.
and then I went to the store to get new lipstick and forgot the nakme of the color and then got roped into uying a different color AND another tube of foundation. I also couldn't remember the # of foundation I use, so she sold me some 2, which apparently was made for vampires. I am not that pale in real life. Or maybe I *am* that pale, after I mangle a brand new expensive much needed machine.
I think I am going to go drink my bottle of lambic....
yes.
meanwhile my pants still don't fit.
and then I went to the store to get new lipstick and forgot the nakme of the color and then got roped into uying a different color AND another tube of foundation. I also couldn't remember the # of foundation I use, so she sold me some 2, which apparently was made for vampires. I am not that pale in real life. Or maybe I *am* that pale, after I mangle a brand new expensive much needed machine.
I think I am going to go drink my bottle of lambic....
yes.
Friday, August 29, 2008
tie dye weekend
its tie dye weekend and I am not as enthused as I usually am. First, Cori isn't here. That sucks. Secondly, it is kind of rainy and icky out. Third, I have not been inspired recently, but I bought a huge sleeveless dress for myself from Dharma and I feel like I should do something with it. Fourth (ly?), I am tired and need to pay bills and do more laundry. Does that last excuse mean that I am a grown up?
BUT Liz and I plan to do some freezer paper stenciling this year, so that is getting me fired up a bit. Plus there is a bluegrass festival going on in Newport, right down the road, PLUS Liz has agreed to ride her bike with me so I don't have to be creative all day. I hope I remember to pack my bike. Remember brain. Geez. What? Stupid brain.
I spent most of my day in a FREEZER organizing goat and rabbit serum. This might not sound like fun, but it was. I had my iPod with Liz Phair, PJ Harvey, Justin Timberlake, Coldplay, and Balkan Beat Box going. So when I was in the freezer I could sing at the top of my lungs and when I was out of the freezer, I could dance in the excessive floor space we have at work under the guise of "warming up". Plus my new favorite coworker came to help out a bit and also my regular favorite coworker chatted me up on many occasions and also danced with me in the excessive floor space.
AND I also got to organize stuff, which I think is incredibly fun and rewarding and I love it and will sleep better becasue of it. I can hardly wait to get back to work on Tuesday to have at it again and this time I will even get to apply the shiny new labels that previously mentioned new favorite coworker gave to me!!! YAY! LABELS!!!
In summary, I seem to get off more on organizing serum than on expressing my creativity through dye.
hmmm.
Shoudl I be worried?
In other news:
old news, but freeking awesome: former boss is no longer with teh company--this is also contributing to my inappropriate happiness at work
I have lost a bunch of weight and feel awesome and happy, even though my pants keep falling off. (Ask me to tell you the story of trying to field the softball and my pants falling down. I know that the summary sounds funny, but I assure you, the entire story is WAY funnier than you can imagine.)
My kids are in school, so I can work without guilt.
And the stupid goddamned thunderclouds are watching me again. this was the last week of our pool membership, so I packed a bag and put it in my car and I guess the stupid freeking clouds SAW me, because it rained all week and we never got to have a final HOORAH! at the pool and also crap I just forgot until now that I told maggie we could have a playdate with E and O and eat the rest of her birthday cake (in freezer). Shit. Well, I pretty much suck as a mom these days, so whatever.
yeah. I should start typing late at night again. Not that it is late, but I am tired so let's pretend it's late. (Meanwhile all my neighbors are just now heading out to start their evenings. I am LAME AND OLD and I enjoy singing in a walk in freezer.)
I love you all and hope you find your own bliss...
Muwah!
BUT Liz and I plan to do some freezer paper stenciling this year, so that is getting me fired up a bit. Plus there is a bluegrass festival going on in Newport, right down the road, PLUS Liz has agreed to ride her bike with me so I don't have to be creative all day. I hope I remember to pack my bike. Remember brain. Geez. What? Stupid brain.
I spent most of my day in a FREEZER organizing goat and rabbit serum. This might not sound like fun, but it was. I had my iPod with Liz Phair, PJ Harvey, Justin Timberlake, Coldplay, and Balkan Beat Box going. So when I was in the freezer I could sing at the top of my lungs and when I was out of the freezer, I could dance in the excessive floor space we have at work under the guise of "warming up". Plus my new favorite coworker came to help out a bit and also my regular favorite coworker chatted me up on many occasions and also danced with me in the excessive floor space.
AND I also got to organize stuff, which I think is incredibly fun and rewarding and I love it and will sleep better becasue of it. I can hardly wait to get back to work on Tuesday to have at it again and this time I will even get to apply the shiny new labels that previously mentioned new favorite coworker gave to me!!! YAY! LABELS!!!
In summary, I seem to get off more on organizing serum than on expressing my creativity through dye.
hmmm.
Shoudl I be worried?
In other news:
old news, but freeking awesome: former boss is no longer with teh company--this is also contributing to my inappropriate happiness at work
I have lost a bunch of weight and feel awesome and happy, even though my pants keep falling off. (Ask me to tell you the story of trying to field the softball and my pants falling down. I know that the summary sounds funny, but I assure you, the entire story is WAY funnier than you can imagine.)
My kids are in school, so I can work without guilt.
And the stupid goddamned thunderclouds are watching me again. this was the last week of our pool membership, so I packed a bag and put it in my car and I guess the stupid freeking clouds SAW me, because it rained all week and we never got to have a final HOORAH! at the pool and also crap I just forgot until now that I told maggie we could have a playdate with E and O and eat the rest of her birthday cake (in freezer). Shit. Well, I pretty much suck as a mom these days, so whatever.
yeah. I should start typing late at night again. Not that it is late, but I am tired so let's pretend it's late. (Meanwhile all my neighbors are just now heading out to start their evenings. I am LAME AND OLD and I enjoy singing in a walk in freezer.)
I love you all and hope you find your own bliss...
Muwah!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Three Theories on Why Mountain Lake is Dwindling
1. All the sand that they added to the beach over the years has settled into the underground springs and clogged them up.
2. As evidenced by the pools of tar I found, there are underground tar supplies that seep out and fill up the hole at the bottom of the lake. For some reason, probably global warming, the tar stopped oozing and now the hole is open.
3. When Patrick Swayze was filming Dirty Dancing, he left part of his soul in the lake. Now that he is battling for his life, the lake is also battling for its own. The only solution is for Patrick to die to release his soul completely and break the bond with the lake. Or get better and revitalize the lake through strengthening his soul.
What is your theory?
2. As evidenced by the pools of tar I found, there are underground tar supplies that seep out and fill up the hole at the bottom of the lake. For some reason, probably global warming, the tar stopped oozing and now the hole is open.
3. When Patrick Swayze was filming Dirty Dancing, he left part of his soul in the lake. Now that he is battling for his life, the lake is also battling for its own. The only solution is for Patrick to die to release his soul completely and break the bond with the lake. Or get better and revitalize the lake through strengthening his soul.
What is your theory?
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Creepy ass thunderclouds.
I swear the freeking thunderclouds know my plans. They listen to my thoughts. yesterday, I told the girls that we were going to go to the pool. And I came home and ate lunch and as soon as I told M, "hey go get my suit! Let's Go!" the freeking thunderclouds got together and said YEE HAW!! Let's ruin some plans!!!
THEN today. I finally finished unpacking and doing some laundry and thought (HERE IS MY MISTAKE) thought, hey, I should pick up the girls and then go to the pool. since it has been sunny and around EIGHTY all day.
Well look at the stupid radar:
Yep. see the clouds? THEY ARE TRACKING MY THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!
THEN today. I finally finished unpacking and doing some laundry and thought (HERE IS MY MISTAKE) thought, hey, I should pick up the girls and then go to the pool. since it has been sunny and around EIGHTY all day.
Well look at the stupid radar:
| Animate Map | Storm Tracks | Total Precipitation | Show Severe | Regional Radar |
| » A d v a n c e d R a d a r T y p e s C L I C K » | |
Yep. see the clouds? THEY ARE TRACKING MY THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Beach Travelogue
The following occured, but not in the order listed. This is just my train of thought:
Stayed near kitty hawk in a pink house: MUTUAL FUN #237
http://www.southernshores.com/rentals/property/237
Nice veiw of the ocean. Off of the main road.
Went to Jockey's Ridge dunes for fun. Bought kites from Kitty hawk kites, went kayaking in Nags head on the sound side. Got two tandem kayaks and took the girls around for about and hour and a half. Drove down to Bodie Island and looked at the light house. Found a camp ground in the dunes. Went up the Currituck lighthouse. C and I rode our bikes up past Corolla and back. Drove as north as I could without going on the beach (tempting!!). Worried about the rats, since no one was given the job to feed them. Ate at Sugar Creek. Food sucked except for the crab cakes. The view was great though. Watched my uncle dale get married at the Roanoke Island Aquarium. Good idea. Danced in front of the shark tank all night. Went back to kitty hawk kites. Bought a trick kite (MINE!!!) and had LOTS of fun flying it erratically on the dunes. bought a straw cowgirl hat on the way home so that I can be cool like Jess. Walked on the beach a lot and found some shells, but nothing spectacular.Got a tan/burn on my belly FINALLY by floating around in the pool on a full length floaty. Heaven. Especially with my husband telling me how sexy I looked the whole time. And spent time with the kids reading, walking, kiting, kayaking, catching crabs, hugging, loving.
And since this was a reunion, I got to spend a lot of time with my mother's family, who I don't see much (last time was at my wedding, and that wasn't everyone). It was fun to see the kids all meet each other and like each other and beg to play together. Good to see my Grandma and Uncle Don, who are spry and fun despite being old as dirt. But the best part was listening to my aunt Judie try and try to talk in a hick accent and instead hitting about every accent in the US. She was switching from Massachusetts to southern black back to michigan faster than a pissed off diablo changes colors. All at top volume. It was a hoot.
Stayed near kitty hawk in a pink house: MUTUAL FUN #237
http://www.southernshores.com/rentals/property/237
Nice veiw of the ocean. Off of the main road.
Went to Jockey's Ridge dunes for fun. Bought kites from Kitty hawk kites, went kayaking in Nags head on the sound side. Got two tandem kayaks and took the girls around for about and hour and a half. Drove down to Bodie Island and looked at the light house. Found a camp ground in the dunes. Went up the Currituck lighthouse. C and I rode our bikes up past Corolla and back. Drove as north as I could without going on the beach (tempting!!). Worried about the rats, since no one was given the job to feed them. Ate at Sugar Creek. Food sucked except for the crab cakes. The view was great though. Watched my uncle dale get married at the Roanoke Island Aquarium. Good idea. Danced in front of the shark tank all night. Went back to kitty hawk kites. Bought a trick kite (MINE!!!) and had LOTS of fun flying it erratically on the dunes. bought a straw cowgirl hat on the way home so that I can be cool like Jess. Walked on the beach a lot and found some shells, but nothing spectacular.Got a tan/burn on my belly FINALLY by floating around in the pool on a full length floaty. Heaven. Especially with my husband telling me how sexy I looked the whole time. And spent time with the kids reading, walking, kiting, kayaking, catching crabs, hugging, loving.
And since this was a reunion, I got to spend a lot of time with my mother's family, who I don't see much (last time was at my wedding, and that wasn't everyone). It was fun to see the kids all meet each other and like each other and beg to play together. Good to see my Grandma and Uncle Don, who are spry and fun despite being old as dirt. But the best part was listening to my aunt Judie try and try to talk in a hick accent and instead hitting about every accent in the US. She was switching from Massachusetts to southern black back to michigan faster than a pissed off diablo changes colors. All at top volume. It was a hoot.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
new hobby
So I learned to knit today and it is ALL PENELOPE'S FAULT!!! She took me to Mosaic to "help her find some nice sock yarn" and ended up picking out needles and yarn for ME and then promptly took me home and sat me down. It felt dirty and wrong, to be giving in to her desires, but I did it anyway.
Since I am smarter than everyone else, I learned quickly and now I am sitting at my computer at 4 am seeing if I can make my scarf more interesting. Considering the loud and clashing-colored yarn that I picked, I think I want to keep the pattern pretty plain. But I am thinking about purling a few rows here and there to give it a nice box look. Windowpane? I don't know what it is called.
Curse you, Penelope. The soft feel of wool between my fingers; the surprise of new colors as I knit along; the never-ending possibilities of pattern and size; the potential to make mathematical models and fake fruit. Curse you.
And just in case you think I am being harsh, I want to post an excerpt from Penelope's blog to PROVE that this was all premeditated:
"[We] are going to Mosaic Yarn Shop where you will inhale yarn fumes and look at pretty colors and pick out exactly what you want. You might ask why I'm insisting on this. Well, it's because I really think that at some point you will break down and start playing with yarn like the rest of us, and if inhaling the yarn fumes helps move that process along, then it is worth all of the harassment."
Please note the the guise of the trip was for me to go to the shop with her so that I could pick out yarn FOR HER to make socks for me.
Since I am smarter than everyone else, I learned quickly and now I am sitting at my computer at 4 am seeing if I can make my scarf more interesting. Considering the loud and clashing-colored yarn that I picked, I think I want to keep the pattern pretty plain. But I am thinking about purling a few rows here and there to give it a nice box look. Windowpane? I don't know what it is called.
Curse you, Penelope. The soft feel of wool between my fingers; the surprise of new colors as I knit along; the never-ending possibilities of pattern and size; the potential to make mathematical models and fake fruit. Curse you.
And just in case you think I am being harsh, I want to post an excerpt from Penelope's blog to PROVE that this was all premeditated:
"[We] are going to Mosaic Yarn Shop where you will inhale yarn fumes and look at pretty colors and pick out exactly what you want. You might ask why I'm insisting on this. Well, it's because I really think that at some point you will break down and start playing with yarn like the rest of us, and if inhaling the yarn fumes helps move that process along, then it is worth all of the harassment."
Please note the the guise of the trip was for me to go to the shop with her so that I could pick out yarn FOR HER to make socks for me.
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