I got my new favorite pens.

It goes like this. I never win anything, I enter blog contests and they never let me win anything (I'm talking to you PW). It gets depressing after awhile. So when I saw that Nanny Goats in Panties would send me a pen just for asking, my life suddenly became complete. I've promised that the pens will be used for good, not evil.
I'm so happy to get the pens. They write great. I mean they write nicely. I don't write nicely, but they do. You know what I mean.














Here are the pens helping me work.














Here are the pens helping me take notes in class.














Here are the pens doing very complicated algebra.














And here are the pens taking a well deserved break after a long day.

Kid Quotes

As I struggle with algebra word problems, my son is watching over my shoulder. Finally he says, "mom I don't know what those mean, when am I going to learn algebra?"

I found the Friday post.

It was right here.

HowManyOfMe.com

There are people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Pictureskew

Such a lovely apple. One of the lovely apples we rescued from the fruit stand in New Mexico. (They were just going to sell it to someone else, I know it!) I took this picture just now because the apple looks just like an apple should look. It's the apple leaf that does it. Just like a painting done by someone other than me. Perfecto.
Anyway, the trip was lovely in other respects as well. Other than the steep dirt road down into the gorge, it was most pleasant. I stopped in Taos and bought yarn. (yes, more yarn) I ate a nice lunch and had interesting conversations with my parents. They are my kind of people, which is good, because I'm related to them.
The Rio Grande Gorge is pretty spectacular, especially because you can't really see it until you are nearly on top of it. Then it goes down down down.
Makes your stomach feel a little strange to look down that far. That's the Rio Grande far below. I wish you could see the scale. Later on that day we went to see where the gorge starts farther upstream. It looks as if the water may have carved this but that isn't true. According to geologists, this is a rift. The river is just flowing at the lowest spot. We live in a rift valley just like the rift vally in Africa. Just not as spread apart as there. But some day in the far far future, there may be an ocean here. I'll let you know. ;) At the start of the gorge it's more tame and not so scary deep. It's picturesque. Or as dad would say, pictureskew.And the apple? It has gone to a better place.

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Sorry.

Sneaky

Don't they look peaceful? Cute? Darling? Awwwwwww? Don't let them fool you. Deceit of the highest order. You open the door. A flash of gray and he escapes. You open the window and whoooosh, he's gone. The irresistible lure of the outside. A plethora of sights and scents and sounds. Hmmm, all 's' words. That's interesting. "And which one is it?" you say. Which one indeed. They both look equally cute and cuddly and innocent. How could such sweet little babies ever cause mayhem? I'll tell you. It's the blue collar one. The one whose name changes every day. (don't ask me, talk to my son). Today, I'm told, his name is Sweettart. But tomorrow is another day. Another escape.

Movie

A few days ago I saw this movie. Set right after WWI it's an interesting commentary on prejudices and morality prevelant at the time. You end up admiring Inge and Olaf tremendously for the challenges they overcome and their strength against adversity. Their love shows through. I enjoyed the movie very much.

Attitude adjustment weekend

It's been a bad two weeks, friends and neighbors, so the weekend we must have an adjustment. Happiness and frivolity must prevail.
There must be some of this, and this and this to make everything good.

I need a good laugh

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Zip Line

I went to a picnic yesterday, and I played horseshoes, and I ate picnic food, and I got rained on. And I got to ride a zip line. It was the most fun I've had in a coon's age. Don't ask me what that means.

Stop me if you've heard this

Ha ha ha, like you could stop me.
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One day I was in a bad bad mood. Stomping around, growling at everyone. Nothing was right. Mad at the world. Finally my kids convinced me to take them for a walk. So I was walking along, not noticing the blue sky and the green grass and the lovely mountain misery to enjoy a view. Too buried in my own misery to notice anything. Something hit me on the shoulder. I glanced over. Something was on my shoulder. White, gooey, ick. A bird had pooped on me. Just what I needed on a day like this. Perfect crappy ending to a perfect crappy day. Suddenly I felt like I was in some kind of movie and I started laughing. Nothing so perfect had ever happened. How often does it happen that you feel so awful and then a bird poops on you.
Made my day.

This is why

This is what happens when your brain stops.

Math, math, math all the time

2 hours to finish 15 math homework problems. I see what I'm going to be doing the next 3 months.

Friday sky

On my way home last friday the sky was amazing and I stopped to snap this picture.

A couple of my favorite songs.

Catch a star

No Rain

It is Friday.

And all brains have officially turned to mush. Mine and hers and hers and hers. He went home and I haven't seen him all afternoon.
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Today's post

Help I need somebody
Help not just anybody
Help you know I need someone HELP!


I was thinking of the various projects I have in process (dishcloth, blanket, socks, shawl, spinning) and wanting to get a lot done on them before school starts. But, school starts next monday. After which I will be doing math homework a lot. Math homework that promises to be hard. I have this sneaking suspicion that I'm not going to get anything done. Oh well, story of my life.

Yesterday's post

Just so you know, this is yesterday's post. In which I say many clever and wonderful things. Writing pithy quotes and intellectual, witty and brainy observations on everyday life. (gotta love the thesaurus) Aren't you glad I remembered to post?
And today I wil do today's post. Which will be more of the same.

Hit the ground running

I woke this morning about 5:15 AM but then went back to sleep. I dreamt that I woke up and it was 8:3 am! In my dream I was running around frantically trying to get ready and trying to call my boss. It didn't help that I was suddenly at my parent's house and a much younger version of one of my cousins was there too. I was trying to get her ready too. whew! Then my alarm went off. Normally I sit and watch the morning news while sipping my coffee and trying to get myself to get in the shower. But this morning I washed all the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen, got my lunch ready, fed all the cats, drank coffee, got in the shower, remembered to take my phone to work and got books together to return to the library at lunch. I also ate breakfast on the way to work and I got to work on time!
Wow.

Laziness

My definition of lazy is way different than other people. I was not feeling great over the weekend and so I considered myself pretty lazy.
And for me, laziness consists of....
washing clothes and hanging them on the line, then folding and putting them away
grinding a pound of wheat by hand
baking 2 loaves of bread
baking a pan of bar cookies
washing the sheets then remaking the bed
reading nearly all of a book
going through a pile of paperwork to sort
washing dishes 3 different times
taking the trash out
walking to the post office, library, thrift store
ordering and fetching pizza
watching movies
playing video games

hmmmmm

Ow

I went to the dentist to get 2 fillings on tuesday. But my teeth still hurt today. It's wearing me out.

Movie

Last weekend I watched Days of Glory. It's a French language film about troops in the second world war. They fought for France but were from the Morroco region. It wasn't so much about the war as it was about these men and the difficulties they faced. Very good film.

A new one

It's the all new kitty!
DJ the brave.

Grinding the flour

First the wheat



Then grindy grindy the flour






Then the bread rising. Then oops, we ate it.

I love my yard

It has actual plants and flowers and trees.

Right now it's hollyhock time.

What's that again?

It took me a minute to figure out why this looks odd. Not because it's a cheap toy, but it's a what?

New kittens

Since the crazy-psycho-jungle cats have retreated to the great outdoors, two new nice kittens have taken up residence as of today. I'll get some pictures tomorrow.

My head will explode

Ideas are popping out at an alarming rate. I have ideas for knitting patterns, sewing patterns, teaching knitting patterns and even a recipe popped in. It's getting scary. I either have to do these things or somehow bonk my head against the wall to get them out. Soon they will reach critical mass and make my head explode.

It's time I said it.

You know this summer thing? It's overrated. The last couple of weeks have been close to 90 every day. True summertime weather. But I've noticed that I wish I could wear a sweater now and then, just for something different. I'm wishing the leaves would change color. I wish it would be nippier in the morning. Don't tell anyone, but I'm tired of summer. It's fortunate that I live here. Winter is approximately 10 months long, with summer being 2 months. It normally takes me about 9 months to get tired of winter.

Busy weekend

Parties and carnivals and parades and bread baking and garden weeding and clothes washing and yogurt making.
But somehow this suddenly appeared as well. A self-crocheting bag in blue. Will wonders never cease?

What am I?

Identity crisis.

Caturday

Saturday was a good day. Farmers market in the morning where I got some lovely tomatoes and onions and carrots and a pillow that my youngest wanted. Then fiber guild that I FINALLY went to after being invited a year ago. Then later I took the boys to the playground and I read while they played. It was a nice evening and a good day. And the sun was even redder than the picture shows.

The boys

I had the boys all day yesterday as I took them to garden camp. They seem to enjoy it. Later on they got to paint suncatchers. I picked them up and as we walked to the car they wanted to check out Old Mose on campus. That is one big grizzly bear.

The purse

It's actually going quite well even after the yarn barf incident yesterday. (linen yarn LOVES to get tangled) Just a few more rows on the sides then the handles. I should then line it but I've never done anything like that so we'll see how it goes.

So cool it crochets itself

I finally found something to do with the cotton from 2 different sweaters I took apart. It's the Starling Handbag by Futuregirl. I found that after I had done a few rows, the yarn fits neatly inside the bag when I'm not working on it. Looks like it could crochet itself.

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Are you sure it balances?
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How about now?

The Rustler

I was calmly hanging clothes on the line, bringing in the ones that were dry. I heard the rustle, but there are leaves on the trees, there is a breeze in the branches. Not a big deal. But I hear it again. *rustle rustle*
I glance around. There are also dogs and cats and children and birds that are likely to be in the vicinity.
*rustle rustle*
Hmmmm, I walk over to the south side of the house.
*rustle rustle*
There is a hole under the house that I observe and I see a little black nose moving, more rustling. Then TAAA-DAAAAA!!!!!
The skunk jumps out of the hole and starts to mosey toward me.
I beat a hasty retreat.

It's a friday

This morning I had Starbucks for breakfast and managed to fry my brain on numbers so I haven't done much this afternoon. Lunch under a tree was nice and I'm trying to finish a book so life is sweet.

At either end

I try to go to bed by 9:30 every night. Usually doesn't happen that way. About 10 is more the norm. I always hope to be very asleep because at 10:15 there is always the horn. The honking car. Someone very nearby is picked up at 10:15 every night. The car stops, the horn honks. Every night. You'd think that this person would know to watch for the car. It's the same time every night. I could set my clocks by the honk.
I sleep and then morning comes. 5:00 AM. Loud truck enters the scene. Vrooom, VROOOOOM and it sits running for a few minutes before the owner VRRRRROOOOOOMS away.
Both wake me up every time. You'd think I'd be used to it.

To the skunk under my house

Oh skunk under my house
Why must you take up residence
Your malodorous intent
Wakes me at night
Your incessant shuffling
Disturbs me
Your elusive nature
Makes me wonder how to deal with you.

Cantankerousness

Why is it that when people tell you what to do, you'll not do it just because you are stubborn or whatever. Like flossing my teeth. I've never read anything that says it's a bad thing. It's not all that hard or time-consuming for me. I have dental floss in my bathroom. I just went to the dentist so I have tons of it actually. What is the problem? My problem is that my sister is always after me to do it. So I don't want to. What kind of weird things does your brain do to you? What does it matter what she wants? Now, the dentist advised I floss and he seems nice and genuinely concerned so now I will try. What things don't you do that you should do but don't because someone is nagging you about it?

4th of July

"Creede - an open air asylum."
That was on someone's front door. The boys and I traveled to Creede on Saturday for a picnic up in the mountains and fireworks. It rained a little but was generally nice. Lots of other families were there and the setting is so beautiful for fireworks.

Good movie

"The Lives of Others" I finished watching this movie the other night and it was excellent. A German film with subtitles so at first I felt it was slow but it really was good drama. I didn't see what was coming and was shocked. You really felt what the characters were feeling and sympathized with all of them. Overall a very enjoyable film.

Yarn Shop

I went to the yarn shop today. Ostensibly to get some matching yarn to try a fix a friends cashmere sweater (found some laceweight I think will work). I also picked up some Cascade for a men's hat I'm trying to design. But then I was just browsing a little and I saw it. And I want it. I've been admiring it on the internet and there it was. The Cricket Loom. Add that to the Schact Ladybug they have sitting there and they have officially become the place I have to avoid if I don't want to spend any money. Evil bad yarn shop.

It was hiding

My yard is a total disaster. Well, not total. But I've been working on it and working on it and never seem to get anywhere. Yesterday dad was weed whacking, and whacking and whacking while I pulled grass from the garden. But, on close inspection next to the wild aspen trees that are trying to take over, I spied them. Thin, spindly, yellowing. Rhubarb. My own rhubarb. I think they aren't doing well because they are in constant shade. But next weekend this will change. I'm going to dig them up and move them so they will grow nicely. Next year, RHUBARB!

philosophhhhhhooeeeee

Walking down the street today I was accosted by the rolling paper plate of dreams. The plate was rolling along buoyed up by the wind of desire. Then a car ran over it.

Ice cream time.

I lead a sad existence. Go to work, go home, go to work, go home. Enlivened by a bit of dish washing and weed pulling.
Then Wednesday arrives!
It's ice cream time!

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Cheap entertainment

Getting ready for bed. I'm reading a book and my son says, "look mom!" I look up and there is one of those giant mosquitos above my head on the ceiling. Not sure what it really is. So my son got his sword and shield from Medeival Times and slashed at it. It flew around a bit and landed on a wall. So then he got a towel and hit it. We think he killed it. Then we went on a frenzy, waving the towel at the other mosquitos on the walls. A grand time was had by all.

And don't these sound alike

Listen to the bridge and refrain.




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Sorry, it won't let me embed the second one.

Ever noticed

That Axl Rose is channeling Davy Jones? Watch them dance.

Tell me what it takes

Tell me how it is that you can sleep, in the night, without thinking you lost everything that was good in your life to the toss of the diiiiiiiiccccceeeeee.
he he he he he

I'm so clever. My son took off his socks to go to bed the other night so he wouldn't sweat. I said, 'are you made of wool?' And he says, 'what?' And I said, 'because you are a sweater' he he
I kill myself....

Songs in my head

Ohhhhhh, the cat came back, he wouldn't stay away, he was sitting on the porch, the very next day.....

I blogged!

Monkeys in a car!

Buzz

I'm spinning some organic merino right now. Working on a 3-ply. The fiber is the double fiber club from Spunky Eclectic in Twilight colorway. It was January's club fiber if I remember correctly. It's coming along nicely. The weight is coming out to about what I wanted. I had been only spinning bulky things on my wheel so I had to concentrate to spin something smaller. I also got a lazy kate to help with the plying and it really does help. It's not quite so green in real life. More teal and purple but it was night and dark.
Saturday I was working on hanging up clothes on the line to dry and I heard a buzz buzz. I look around warily. Buzz buzz. Looking for the bee or wasp. Buzz buzz. I realize it's following me and sounds muffled. Buzz buzz. Ack! It must be in my clothespin bag I have around my waist. Buzz buzz. I don't dare put my hand in there. Buzz buzz. Oh wait, it's in my pocket. It's my phone. D'oh!

Black socks

I started a pair of socks using the Earl Grey pattern from the Yarn Harlot. The pattern seems to be very easy. Just a small patch of pattern every round with a bunch of knit stitches in between. But they are taking forever to do. I'm on the 2nd try because the first time I got about 20 rounds into the sock and realized there were a bunch of dropped stitches. Argh. So I started over and am doing better now. The yarn is Knit Picks essential sock yarn and it's nice but I think the problem is the BLACK. I can only knit on them during the day (hence the nighttime dropped stitches). So we'll see how it progresses.
In other news.... I was making coffee this morning and I was looking out to my garden, noting the grass coming up and being annoyed when I noticed a cat. A black cat. I thought to myself, "oh, I haven't seen that cat before, another cat to add to the herd of outside cats" It came closer to the house and it hit me, it's my cat, from the inside cat herd. I went outside to try and coax it in but it was having none of that. So I left the door cracked a bit and hopefully it will come back in. Or, the other inside cats will go out, or, the other outside cats will come in. It's never boring.

It's baseball season!

Ah, the smell of fresh mown grass, the crack of the bat, the cheer of the crowd. The seventh inning stretch. I can see it all now. On TV. Here it is quite different. So far there has been grass, and wind, and cold and the sun right in our eyes. You don't hear a bat cracking much, most of the players can't even hit the ball. One kid mixed it up a little by chopping at the ball, hatchet style. The coach about had a conniption. Other kids kind of swing at the ball in a lazy fashion, like the ball is just floating through the air toward them and they can kind of leisurely move the bat toward it. And the seventh inning stretch? I don't think we've gotten past 3 innings yet. We didn't win last night, although there was an exciting moment when the pitcher managed to walk two batters by hitting them with the ball. But no grand slam home run was in the making. The boys had a good time though and that's the whole point.
Play ball!!

Whew

Chuck would spare me.

Your Result: He would spare you, but you would lose

Chuck Norris would end up liking you too much to kill you. You're funny and cool, and you would be spared. Chuck would subsequently show you how to party and you would have the best time in your life, but in the morning you'd roll over and he would be gone. Your heart would be broken forever.

It was an itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny....

Taking a shower this morning, life is beautiful, raindrops keep falling on my head. I look up and I see them. Tiny spiders around the shower head. Looking up farther, tiny spiders up by the ceiling. Looking over, tiny spiders around the light fixture. Looking around, tiny spiders rappelling down from the ceiling. Itty bitty spider committee. Am I inside Charlotte's Web? They don't creep me out as much as the spider that was ON ME the other night. But still. Ick.

W-w-w-what?

These are hanging in the aisles at the grocery store. I'm not sure if I want to use something that has a face to wipe up spills. Isn't that animal cruelty? Wouldn't vegetarians be mad? Or are we supposed to use them on the instant lunch noodles? I think I'd rather eat the wipes. maybe we will just pretend it never happened.

Spider noise

I did well last night. I had a set amount of things I wanted to accomplish. Clear out a stack of books, check. Wash dishes, check. Knit 10 rows of sock, check. Spin one ball of fiber, check. Put CD's in storage containers, check. I'm sitting and relaxing, taking in all the finishedness and wonderfulness of me and I feel a tickle. My hair falls out a lot and so I think it is just that, a hair falling across my arm. So I don't think much of it. Then I feel it again. I look down, and to my horror, there is a spider crawling up my arm. Not a little one, mind you, a big, very visible spider. So I did what any normal woman would do. I made the spider noise and jumped up frantically brushing my arm. The spider noise is not a scream, or a cry, it's kind of a loud ohhhh. You'd know if you heard it. After I calmed down I realized I had scared my son and kind of laughed at him for being scared of me being scared of a spider. I did comfort him though.

Pagosa Fiber Festival

Last Saturday I traveled over the pass about 70 miles to go to the Pagosa Fiber Festival. It was a wonderful day with just a few sprinkles of rain. I took the boys with me and we walked around. There were many different vendors of wool and roving and yarn and spinning tools and books. The boys liked the animals the best. There were different kinds of sheep and goats and rabbits and llamas and alpacas. We watched a sheep-shearing demonstration. The man had been shearing sheep for 56 years and he was fast. I ended up buying some Australian merino(undyed) and some superwash dyed roving. On the way home we stopped at a malt shop and I had a huge sundae. It would have fed several people. I had no idea it was going to be so big. Set the diet back a gazillion years but it was a special occasion.

Movie review #1 *spoilers*

Over the weekend I saw the movie Lars and the Real Girl. It's a funny film but kind of sad in spots. Lars decides to buy a doll for a girlfriend and proceeds to take her everywhere and treat her like a real person much to the disbelief of his brother and sister-in-law. But it's a really sweet story on how she affected everyone in the town and how it gets resolved in the end. I enjoyed and would recommend it to rent.

Furniture moving

When I first moved into my house, I got a couch from freecycle. It was old and had dog hair on it but it was much better than no couch. I used it for a few months and then I got another newer better one and so the old one had to go out the front door and around the house and in the back door because the interior doors are too narrow to go through (old house) Anyway, it's been sitting back there for a couple months taking up space and getting things piled on it and providing safe haven for the killer cats that live in my house. But yesterday I decided to get rid of it. Give it away. Get it out of my house. We lugged it outside once again, putting it near the street. My son made a very nice sign saying "free" and we set it there. I was hoping someone would pick it up within a couple days and it wouldn't get too rained on.
Well, in about a half hour, 3 guys that live across the alley walked over and took a look at it, then took it home. Excellent. About an hour later I look over and they had the couch in the back yard, had a fire in front of it and were sitting around and relaxing. Looks like they were getting good use out of it.

I'm weird

I've spent a lot of the morning picking the gunk out of my computer keyboard with a pink paperclip. It makes me unnaturally happy. Because, you know, my life is so exciting these days. (Actually it is a bit exciting right now but not in a good way).
Maybe I should mention some knitting instead. I'm knitting a black sock. The yarn is nice, the needles seem to be the right size and everything. But I've found that they are daytime socks. Black yarn is very hard to knit in the evening with just a lamp. I had gotten about 20 rows into the sock and I pulled it out during the day and realized there were dropped stitches everywhere. I couldn't see them under a lamp. So I did what every expert knitter does, pulled it out and started over.

Kid quotes

Son: How did you get under there?
Me: Under where?
Son: Ha! I made you say underwear!

My exciting life

Last night I went to turn on the bathroom light for my son and looked up and noticed a small bump on top of the door frame. I looked at it moment then took a closer look. Hmmm, some sort of bug. I wonder how long it's been up there? Has it been up there for months and I just noticed it? Is it still alive? (reminds me of a weird song, is it alive, does it thrive, can it survive under the sun, I can't put my finger on it)
So finally I kind of bat it with a newspaper and it falls. And crawls. Well, it's a new bug after all. I'm afraid it's a stink bug so I don't want to step on it. I try to scoop it up and it runs (well, crawls) under a toy car that is on the floor. When I move the car I realize it has crawled into the car. Wanting to escape faster I imagine. So I took the car and set it outside. The bug can now go cruising in comfort.

Gloom, despair and agony on me, ohhhhhh

My back hurts, my shoulder is killing me, my legs ache. Yardwork is overrated. Dad seems to have this previously unknown gene for cutting down trees. He went crazy on my yard over the weekend. Branches everywhere. One guess who got to pick them all up.

I saw this and cracked up

Wolf shirt

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Not sure why I like this.

Other than I like Tabasco.

Adding to my repertoire

I'm collecting bizarre exclamations. Things you can say to people when you don't know what to say. So far I have....
Snakes on a plane!
Monkeys in a car!
Cork on a fork!
Your ass is scones!

I'm sure I'll need more so I need your suggestions.

I was scared

I went out to mom's last night for a haircut-trim-it-was-still-too-long. (I have my own personal hairdresser, yes I do) She snipped away. Then she told me to go look and see if I liked it. And there it was. I knew it was there; I used to live there after all. As I peered around the corner, I saw it. A FULL LENGTH MIRROR. Ack! I didn't even see my hair. I'm much bigger than I want to be. I need to get one of the evil things in my house soon. Call it motivation.

So I'm lazy

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Cookies

When you want something sweet, make cookies, but make them easier!
Carole was so kind to let me know about Snickerdoodle Blondies. Way easier than regular cookies. Lazy bakers unite!

Movies

I know I'm slow seeing movies but I don't go to the theater much. This weekend I saw two. Ironman and Rushmore.

Ironman was good. Again I wish I had known nothing about it before I saw it. I've heard too much about how good it was. Robert Downey Jr sounded so much like Dustin Hoffman it was scary. I've always thought he was a really good actor. It took me awhile to recognize Jeff Bridges. Really a different role than I've seen for him. The effects are great and perhaps on the big screen it would have been more spectacular.

Rushmore was more of the kind of comedy/drama I've been liking lately. I've decided these kinds of movies remind me of The Graduate. I think Bill Murray was great.

Spinning Wheel

After months of procrastination, I finally stained my wheel. It didn't take very long and it is a nice cherry wood color now. This picture really doesn't do it justice. Now I just need a lazy kate and one more bobbin and I'm set for a 3-ply project I've been thinking about. I have a couple pounds of fiber I need to spin.

A Star Trek Life

I've been watching too much Star Trek. The Next Generation (TNG), Deep Space 9 (DS9). Now I want things they have. Right now I want a replicator so I don't have to go across the street to get something to eat. Seems like too much trouble. Or a transporter would be good. Then I could just beam over there. A holodeck would be excellent too. An economy that doesn't require money. I hope someone is working on these things.

Dream meetings

Well, so far in my dreams I have met Chuck Norris and Tom Selleck. The other night I met a few more. Kurt Cobain(yes, I know he's not around anymore) and Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore. Kurt seems to have gotten himself together. The other two were just kind of there. I not sure why I keep meeting famous people that I don't really care about that much. I know who they are but I'm not a big fan or anything. I guess it's just a variation from all the unknown people that are usually in my dream. I sometimes wonder if I'm in someone else's dream because I hardly ever know anyone.

It's happened.

My summer clothes don't fit. I need to lose 20 pounds. Sad state of affairs. Or, I'll have to run (or walk) naked all summer. And I burn easily. sigh

Haven't done this for awhile

Kid: Mom, who was the first man?
Me: Adam
Kid: Adams State?
Kid: Mom, who was the first woman?
Me: Eve
Kid: Christmas Eve?
Kid: Mom, who was the first kid?
Me: Cain
Kid: Candy Cane?

I kid you not.

Must...keep...momentum

I moved furniture all last weekend, I cleaned house and cleaned yard all this weekend. Maybe, perhaps, if I'm lucky, I can walk every day this week and keep it going. I need to be in better shape. I have a lot of life left to live and I want to be awake for it.