I'm typing with gloves on to help with the outrageous rash on my hands so please forgive my typoes. They wouldn't normally be there, it's the vinyl and steroid cream.
But we all know that this is the time to be thankful and I got a list. I have so many things to be grateful for so I will keep it short. Ish. Maybe.
I am thankful for:
1. living in Utah where I have all these friends and have already made more.
2. National Novel Writing Month where there was bad book bashing, good book praising, Brandon Sanderson guest-speaking (ever read the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan? He's writing the last one at the request of the widow since Mr. Jordan passed on) and I made new friends, one of whom lives a block away.
3. Mystery Science Theater 3000 streaming on WinAmp. <3
4. My new home where my room is almost twice as big as it once was and with a walk-in closet, too.
5. living close to temples! I don't have to drive 4 hours anymore.
6. My little brother who is smart, eager to please, and funny as hell.
7. my little sister who is such a clever and loving mom and has the patience of Job. 3 kids and 4 on the way, that's crazy awesome, lass.
8. smart doctors who are willing to go out on a limb to help me fix this rash I have on my hands, legs, and neck (it's chapped and overly dry skin, I'm pretty sure of it).
9. living close enough to an IKEA that I can get an awesome bookcase for all the books I want to collect.
10. being blessed with kidney problems that have helped me to grow and learn. I would not wish it on anyone, I can sympathize with people with AIDS because my own immune system is in the crapper thanks to the pills I take to keep my transplanted kidney with me, but I have also grown as a person in ways that I would not wish back ever.
11. Malabrigo. Mmm. I have never knit with it before but I am now and I think I have found a favorite yarn.
12. friends who are more than happy to put up with my strange ways. They are good to me and I love them.
13. the ability to laugh.
14. the discoveries I make about myself every day.
15. professionals who sacrifice their times to help others.
16. my mother who sacrificed so much for me and who has become one of my very best friends as I have grown into adulthood.
17. my father who is still terribly but charmingly protective of me.
18. art.
19. science.
20. the resilience of humankind.
And I am thankful for all of you who read this. This is a day of love and joy. Remember why it is you smile and give thanks silently and verbally because when you give thanks, it comes back to help you grow.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
she who dares to stand where I stood
I heard this on the radio tonight and it made me so happy. I got to see Missy Higgins in concert with one of my close friends, the one who introduced me to her and it was incredible. Even though I was footsore already and still reeling from side effects of narsty flu shots, Missy made me forget for a moment. And as Emily used me as a prop and the two of us swayed, she serenaded us from a piano that I couldn't see and I listened to Emily sing along.
I just thought I'd share.
I just thought I'd share.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Sure, I've been knitting.
When I packed, I brought a lot of yarn, thinking Sure! I'll have so much time that I'll probably be able to make a ton of socks! I'll just bring these ten skeins of yarn...
Yeah, I didn't knit much. I'm sure you could have predicted that, Kit the Knitter from the land of Slow. But I did recently complete a project, if you can believe that.
It's in progress but you can see the true colors here.
And here's she is finished. Not very long but it's a nice enough scarf for the oncoming cold.
And snow.
Now I'm making mom one because she wasn't too keen on something as opened and hole-y as the Clap. *snort*
Now leave me alone while I drool over the latest Twist Collective patterns.
Yeah, I didn't knit much. I'm sure you could have predicted that, Kit the Knitter from the land of Slow. But I did recently complete a project, if you can believe that.
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| From Cere-knitty |
It's in progress but you can see the true colors here.
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| From Cere-knitty |
And here's she is finished. Not very long but it's a nice enough scarf for the oncoming cold.
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| From Cere-knitty |
And snow.
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| From Cere-knitty |
Now I'm making mom one because she wasn't too keen on something as opened and hole-y as the Clap. *snort*
Now leave me alone while I drool over the latest Twist Collective patterns.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Not busy, just distracted.
National Novel Writing Month is upon us again. Some of the more knitterly of you may know it as NaKniSweMo or NaBloWriMo or whatever else. I'm not knitting, I'm not blogging, I'm writing. And I'm aiming for 75,000 words as opposed to the "official" 50,000 words. Already I'm at 25,000 and oh yeah, did I mention that I'm writing a vampire book? Well, sort of, it's my take on vampires. It's dumb, full of flash backs and side tracks but if you're interested, I may make it available to read. There's a vampire sheep, that might keep your interest. But yes, being in the valley of Twilight fever, I thought I'd make the worst of it and compound the problem, harr harr.
Today is the official day that we close on our house out in SF (no, not San Francisco or SciFi--though that might not be far off). When everything is said and done, I'll be out of here by Friday and into my new home. I'll be living in the basement because that's where all the bedrooms that are not the master bedroom are. Oh, I know the whole stigma of being my age and still living with parents and in their basement. Whatever. No one's bothered me about it and I'm not bothered about it either. And I've already picked a lovely shade of sage green to paint the walls. I'm tired of looking at white walls and if I can have my way, they'll also sport dragons. Ha!
But man, am I ever glad that the elections are over. Maybe I'll be able to talk to a few of my friends again. Or rather, maybe they'll talk to *me* again. Talk about a bunch of stuffed shirts who need to unclench to remove rods from uncomfortable anatomical regions on EITHER side of the fence. I should have worn a sign that said "GET OVER IT" the entire time. In fact, I still *do* need to wear that sign in some areas. Really. But I won't get into it. There are enough people who are saying what I would merely echo and as Florence Nightingale put it: You ask me why I do not write something.... I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results. Isn't that a lovely quote? I find that despite the fact that I just realized that I don't like nurses, I think she's a wonderful inspiration.
As for knitting, well, I do have pictures of it but they're on my camera and I can never get up the energy to upload them. Besides, who wants to see pictures of knitting? Especially when I could show you my little brother's Halloween outfit:
He dressed up as Doctor Steel who is very similar to Dr. Horrible to the point that some say that Dr. Horrible is a rip off of Doctor Steel. I can see it but I find them both marvelous and can't complain.
And yes, he shaved his head to do it.
Anyways, I'm going back to my clapotis (shut up, you know I had to make one SOME time) and writing about vampires and their sheep.
Today is the official day that we close on our house out in SF (no, not San Francisco or SciFi--though that might not be far off). When everything is said and done, I'll be out of here by Friday and into my new home. I'll be living in the basement because that's where all the bedrooms that are not the master bedroom are. Oh, I know the whole stigma of being my age and still living with parents and in their basement. Whatever. No one's bothered me about it and I'm not bothered about it either. And I've already picked a lovely shade of sage green to paint the walls. I'm tired of looking at white walls and if I can have my way, they'll also sport dragons. Ha!
But man, am I ever glad that the elections are over. Maybe I'll be able to talk to a few of my friends again. Or rather, maybe they'll talk to *me* again. Talk about a bunch of stuffed shirts who need to unclench to remove rods from uncomfortable anatomical regions on EITHER side of the fence. I should have worn a sign that said "GET OVER IT" the entire time. In fact, I still *do* need to wear that sign in some areas. Really. But I won't get into it. There are enough people who are saying what I would merely echo and as Florence Nightingale put it: You ask me why I do not write something.... I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results. Isn't that a lovely quote? I find that despite the fact that I just realized that I don't like nurses, I think she's a wonderful inspiration.
As for knitting, well, I do have pictures of it but they're on my camera and I can never get up the energy to upload them. Besides, who wants to see pictures of knitting? Especially when I could show you my little brother's Halloween outfit:
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| From Misc |
He dressed up as Doctor Steel who is very similar to Dr. Horrible to the point that some say that Dr. Horrible is a rip off of Doctor Steel. I can see it but I find them both marvelous and can't complain.
And yes, he shaved his head to do it.
Anyways, I'm going back to my clapotis (shut up, you know I had to make one SOME time) and writing about vampires and their sheep.
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