Yes, I have entries to write... but my brain isn't functioning. Sometime this weekend. :)
21 firsts...
1.Who was your first prom date? Darren (for prom). Formal dance? Cody
2. Who was your first roommate? Kathy K.
3. What alcoholic beverage did you drink when you got drunk the first time? vodka
4. What was your first job? dipping truffles in melted chocolate for my mom's bakery
5. What was your first car? (driven) 1981 Mazda RX-7, (owned) 1997 Jeep Grand Cherokee (current)
6. When did you go to your first funeral? 2003 (age 28) to my grandmother's funeral.
7. How old were you when you first moved away from your hometown? 18-- for college.
8. Who was your first grade teacher? Mrs. Pekovitch
9. Where did you go on your first ride on an airplane? From Butte, Montana to Oakland, CA (3 days old)-- being adopted.
10. When you snuck out of your house for the first time, who was it with? I honestly never did.
11. Who was your first Best Friend and are you still friends? Andrea Simmons. Yes.
12. Where was your first sleepover? Probably Andi's house or mine (but it definitely was the two of us)-- kindergarten or first grade.
13. Who is the first person you call when you have a bad day? Erich
14. Who's wedding were you in the first time you were a bridesmaid or a groomsmen? My aunt Vicky
15. What is the first thing you do in the morning? hit the snooze button
16. What was the first concert you ever went to? Barry Manilow
17. First tattoo or piercing? ears on the eve of my 7th birthday
18. First celebrity crush? Michael J. Fox in Family Ties
19. Age of first real kiss with tongue? 13-ish
20. First crush? kid named John in my 1st grade class.
21. First REAL love? Darren
30 March 2006
23 March 2006
Links updated
I've updated and realigned all of my read links. All of the former DXers have been updated to their current locations. The only person I couldn't find a new link for was Georgie. If anyone can update where she's gone to, please let me know.
:)
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What is Home?
My mom and I chatted this time last week, and she dropped an interesting piece of news on me: my dad is closing a sale on a new house. He cancelled a trip to Phoenix to visit my brother early next month, apparently, because he and Anne need to prepare for putting the current house on the market.
I feel very weird about this. I understand that things change. I understand that the house is a lot to maintain, and that my dad's getting older and less able to do that care. But I feel sadness and an odd twinge of regret. He's selling the house I grew up in. From age 6 months until I graduated from college, that house was home. Since then, of course, Boston (and now Providence) have transitioned into "home" for me. My lack of moving during childhood, though, has kept that quiet little constant in my life. The house in Billings was always there. It would always be there.
I guess in a lot of ways, I just feel irritated that the Christmas From Hell (!) was in reality the last time I'd be there. Maybe somewhere deep inside, I just knew that things had completely changed. The house definitely wasn't home anymore. Anne seems to have consciously made sure of THAT.
Anyway... I haven't talked to my dad. I've left messages for him since mid-January, but can't seem to pin him down. Some of the contact is practical now- there's a bunch of stuff of mine that's at the house. He doesn't need to deal with that... I'm happy to. But I need to arrange to get stuff shipped to me because there's no way I can get out to Billings in the next few months. And some of the stuff, like my Victorian dollhouse, I'd honestly like to have here. It can't come home on a plane-- it needs to be shipped via truck freight. Might as well put everything in freight and ship it here so I can sort through it, see what I want to keep, donate, throw out, or sell at our impending yard sales.
Mom just kept saying "I can't believe your father is selling that house. He loves that house."
Well, yeah... I think he does. I mean, hell-- he's lived there now for just shy of 31 years. But my dad is closing in on 63 with two really bad knees and high blood pressure. I think he's at the point where he simply can't care for a 3,300 square foot, 5-bedroom, 2-story house with nearly an acre of fully landscaped yard & pool. With his constant need-to-be-busy personal ethics, he's probably getting resentful that he can't maintain it like he used to. My dad retired from obstetrics last year. I honestly don't know if he's doing full-time gyn work anymore (I doubt it). Granted, the lack of obstetrics has slashed his malpractice insurance down dramatically... but it's also cut down his income a ton, too. And I got the distinct impression from Anne that she wanted to move into a new house. I know they don't need all of that work anymore, and I'm sure they don't want it anymore. I can completely understand why they're moving to something smaller (a ranch, from what I understand). I do think it's a good idea.
Still, it's the loss of my childhood home that makes me a bit sad. It's one of those last bits of childhood memory that has stayed constant. Perhaps part of me thought my dad would die in that house.
Then again, I never thought that I'd essentially be "the old family" to my father, either. Perhaps that's what I still mourn more...
I feel very weird about this. I understand that things change. I understand that the house is a lot to maintain, and that my dad's getting older and less able to do that care. But I feel sadness and an odd twinge of regret. He's selling the house I grew up in. From age 6 months until I graduated from college, that house was home. Since then, of course, Boston (and now Providence) have transitioned into "home" for me. My lack of moving during childhood, though, has kept that quiet little constant in my life. The house in Billings was always there. It would always be there.
I guess in a lot of ways, I just feel irritated that the Christmas From Hell (!) was in reality the last time I'd be there. Maybe somewhere deep inside, I just knew that things had completely changed. The house definitely wasn't home anymore. Anne seems to have consciously made sure of THAT.
Anyway... I haven't talked to my dad. I've left messages for him since mid-January, but can't seem to pin him down. Some of the contact is practical now- there's a bunch of stuff of mine that's at the house. He doesn't need to deal with that... I'm happy to. But I need to arrange to get stuff shipped to me because there's no way I can get out to Billings in the next few months. And some of the stuff, like my Victorian dollhouse, I'd honestly like to have here. It can't come home on a plane-- it needs to be shipped via truck freight. Might as well put everything in freight and ship it here so I can sort through it, see what I want to keep, donate, throw out, or sell at our impending yard sales.
Mom just kept saying "I can't believe your father is selling that house. He loves that house."
Well, yeah... I think he does. I mean, hell-- he's lived there now for just shy of 31 years. But my dad is closing in on 63 with two really bad knees and high blood pressure. I think he's at the point where he simply can't care for a 3,300 square foot, 5-bedroom, 2-story house with nearly an acre of fully landscaped yard & pool. With his constant need-to-be-busy personal ethics, he's probably getting resentful that he can't maintain it like he used to. My dad retired from obstetrics last year. I honestly don't know if he's doing full-time gyn work anymore (I doubt it). Granted, the lack of obstetrics has slashed his malpractice insurance down dramatically... but it's also cut down his income a ton, too. And I got the distinct impression from Anne that she wanted to move into a new house. I know they don't need all of that work anymore, and I'm sure they don't want it anymore. I can completely understand why they're moving to something smaller (a ranch, from what I understand). I do think it's a good idea.
Still, it's the loss of my childhood home that makes me a bit sad. It's one of those last bits of childhood memory that has stayed constant. Perhaps part of me thought my dad would die in that house.
Then again, I never thought that I'd essentially be "the old family" to my father, either. Perhaps that's what I still mourn more...
21 March 2006
Knitting and stitching finish photos
I promised these the other night... :)
Anyway, as I mentioned a couple weeks ago, I've just recently learned to knit. The piece below is my first set of rows. It's 30 stitches across, and will eventually be a scarf. I thankfully have two full skeins of yarn, or I don't think I'd get much length on it. I love the yarn color. It's a dark lilac purple, but the dye gives it almost a denim look with flecks of the original white showing through. The weight isn't given on the skein wrapper, but it's labelled as a "chunky weight" yarn, made by Lion Brand.
Anyway... it's going well. I'm using #11 needles (that came with the yarn). It will become a big, thick Back Bay Boston wind-beating scarf. :) Hopefully.
I talked to my mom last week, and she's sending me all of my grandmother's knitting supplies at some point soon. My mom knits, but completely forgot about grandma's stuff before she went out to buy her own. I asked if I could have her needles, since as of right now, I only have the size 11 set that came with my beginner kit. I told my mom how, now that I've seen how easily I've taken to basic knitting, I really regret not learning how to knit FROM Grandma. Her needles will definitely be a sentimental piece of my crafting.
Hopefully I'll be able to pass on the teaching years from now. Although if I ever have a daughter, I'll let my mom have the first crack at teaching her. It's definitely a grandma thing. :)
Anyway... my first cross-stitch finish of 2006 is a little piece that I started over New Year's weekend. I wanted to get away from The Castle for a while, so I pulled the freebie kit out of my British stitching mag:
It's a very small piece, and probably only took a bit over 10 hours to do. I stitched it in hand, which was definitely different. I don't have any hoops this small though, so it was a necessity. And, oddly, the pattern called to use only one thread thickness for everything. In hindsight, I think I would have done it with the normal two strand thickness.
I haven't decided how I'll finish it yet, but it'll definitely become some sort of tree ornament, I think.
Stitcher Blogging Questions tomorrow!
~ Mel.
Anyway, as I mentioned a couple weeks ago, I've just recently learned to knit. The piece below is my first set of rows. It's 30 stitches across, and will eventually be a scarf. I thankfully have two full skeins of yarn, or I don't think I'd get much length on it. I love the yarn color. It's a dark lilac purple, but the dye gives it almost a denim look with flecks of the original white showing through. The weight isn't given on the skein wrapper, but it's labelled as a "chunky weight" yarn, made by Lion Brand.
Anyway... it's going well. I'm using #11 needles (that came with the yarn). It will become a big, thick Back Bay Boston wind-beating scarf. :) Hopefully.
I talked to my mom last week, and she's sending me all of my grandmother's knitting supplies at some point soon. My mom knits, but completely forgot about grandma's stuff before she went out to buy her own. I asked if I could have her needles, since as of right now, I only have the size 11 set that came with my beginner kit. I told my mom how, now that I've seen how easily I've taken to basic knitting, I really regret not learning how to knit FROM Grandma. Her needles will definitely be a sentimental piece of my crafting.
Hopefully I'll be able to pass on the teaching years from now. Although if I ever have a daughter, I'll let my mom have the first crack at teaching her. It's definitely a grandma thing. :)
Anyway... my first cross-stitch finish of 2006 is a little piece that I started over New Year's weekend. I wanted to get away from The Castle for a while, so I pulled the freebie kit out of my British stitching mag:
It's a very small piece, and probably only took a bit over 10 hours to do. I stitched it in hand, which was definitely different. I don't have any hoops this small though, so it was a necessity. And, oddly, the pattern called to use only one thread thickness for everything. In hindsight, I think I would have done it with the normal two strand thickness.
I haven't decided how I'll finish it yet, but it'll definitely become some sort of tree ornament, I think.
Stitcher Blogging Questions tomorrow!
~ Mel.
20 March 2006
First Day of Spring
and it's raw as hell out there. I need the mittens with strings-- somehow mine have managed to walk out on me, and my hands did NOT appreciate being out in the raw, windy cold of Back Bay this morning.
But hey... over the summer, I can knit myself new ones. :)
I know the updates have been few and far between lately. March has turned out to be a whirlwind of work, extra work, house craziness, car craziness, and birthday parties. And I have lots of topics to ponder this week, so I actually will be writing. :)
Anyway... the month so far has been thus:
March 4- Seth's birthday, complete with Boston North End Italian food (yum) and hanging out afterward in the speakeasy in Boston (only place left that it's legal to have a smoke and drink at the same time) I thoroughly enjoyed the houka that evening, complete with lemon tobacco. And the "Naughty Nikki" martinis were rather nice, too. And no, I don't smoke on a regular basis. The houka was a special occasion, and I had to try the "ladies cigars" (rum flavor) just 'cause. My lungs were NOT happy with me on Sunday morning.
March 8- My boss brings me in to reveal that bonuses this year paid at 198%, and I'm getting a fantastic bonus that (after getting to a spot where I could do this) allows me to bounce and yell in joy. Erich will be paid off, and I can upgrade my 3-year-old computer, which is NOT liking the latest editions of gaming.
March 9 - World's Largest Dungeon game, in which Erich's character displayed an obsessive-compulsive disorder by trying to stuff a handy haversak with every pillow he could find (for no reason.. we're in a dungeon). Derek (the owner of Battleground and our DM) gave Erich a challenge to find a way to kill one of our enemies with a pillow. Oh, Derek... trust me, he'll find a way.
We buy my nifty new 'puter-- that Gateway media edition one you might be seeing TV ads for. I also buy a 19-inch flatscreen monitor to replace the Apple blue & white monitor (that looks like a giant iMac) that I've had for eight years.
March 10- Two months after discovering the antifreeze leak in my Jeep, it's finally warm enough to safely drive it over to Pep Boys to have them take a look at it. It turns out that the radiator has popped a seam. Thank you, that'll be $650. But hey... the Jeep still lives. :)
March 11- Erich works the first of two Saturday "Disaster Recovery" shifts for work, which basically means he has to drive out to his company's emergency site to upgrade the computers and do some regular help-desk work. I stayed home all day in an attempt to get some stuff caught up around the house. Spring made an appearance with beautiful mid-60's temps. I opened up all of the windows to let some fresh air in as I did laundry and dishes.
And then Erich calls me on his way home from work-- a statie has pulled him over just before the Rhode Island border. Turns out his registration on his car had expired... MONTHS ago... and so they had to impound his car. Thankfully, we have a newly fixed Jeep, and I'm able to pick him up. We spend the rest of the evening blowing shit up on World of Warcrack.
March 12- Barry's birthday party at Minado, which is a sushi-lovers heaven. The entire Boston-turned-Providence crew (plus those who have stayed in Massachusetts) attended.
March 13- Erich has reregistered his car and picked up the new sticker so we can get the car out of hock. We plan to leave work early... say, 3:30 ish, so we can get back and get the car out by the time the place closes at 5. But no... won't work that way. We discover that on the ONE day we actually need to leave early, we screwed ourselves by parking at Providence. Most days, we park at South Attleboro because the parking is $3 per day (as opposed to $7.70 at Providence). There are trains in the afternoon going to South Attleboro, but the only trains to Providence are 12:05 p.m. (getting into RI at 1:10) and 3:45 (gettng in at 4:45). So... an unexpected half-day it is.
Thankfully, all goes well. The car comes home.
March 18 - Erich's 2nd Disaster Recovery shift. This time, he takes my Jeep. :) After weeks of irritation, I finally deal with the frightening task that is scrubbing our kitchen floor. A wet mopping just wasn't doing it, so Saturday morning was spent with a bucket and a scrubber brush on hands and knees, trying to get every spot clean. And of course, no cleaning regimen in our house would be complete without having to shoo away cats every two minutes. Nor would it be complete without me being a klutz. Bare feet + wet floor = Measi go boom. It didn't hurt that much at the time... but Erich discovered a seven-inch long narrow bruise on my ass where I hit the floor. Sexy, eh?
But it was worth it-- we now have a thoroughly scrubbed kitchen floor and a top-to-bottom scrubbed bathroom. The rest of the house remains a disaster, but we can focus on another section next weekend.
March 19 - Lots of recovery. My body is feeling the pain from yesterday, so I spend most of the day either stitching, catching up on penpalling stuff, or playing WoW. Our belated St. Patrick's Day dinner goes off without a hitch, using my mom's tried-and-true recipe for corned beef ("Boil the shit out of it") and cabbage.
So yeah... it's been a month.
My knitting and extra stitching updates will come tonight. I need to take photos.
And this weather has me counting down the less than three weeks until we go to San Diego...
But hey... over the summer, I can knit myself new ones. :)
I know the updates have been few and far between lately. March has turned out to be a whirlwind of work, extra work, house craziness, car craziness, and birthday parties. And I have lots of topics to ponder this week, so I actually will be writing. :)
Anyway... the month so far has been thus:
March 4- Seth's birthday, complete with Boston North End Italian food (yum) and hanging out afterward in the speakeasy in Boston (only place left that it's legal to have a smoke and drink at the same time) I thoroughly enjoyed the houka that evening, complete with lemon tobacco. And the "Naughty Nikki" martinis were rather nice, too. And no, I don't smoke on a regular basis. The houka was a special occasion, and I had to try the "ladies cigars" (rum flavor) just 'cause. My lungs were NOT happy with me on Sunday morning.
March 8- My boss brings me in to reveal that bonuses this year paid at 198%, and I'm getting a fantastic bonus that (after getting to a spot where I could do this) allows me to bounce and yell in joy. Erich will be paid off, and I can upgrade my 3-year-old computer, which is NOT liking the latest editions of gaming.
March 9 - World's Largest Dungeon game, in which Erich's character displayed an obsessive-compulsive disorder by trying to stuff a handy haversak with every pillow he could find (for no reason.. we're in a dungeon). Derek (the owner of Battleground and our DM) gave Erich a challenge to find a way to kill one of our enemies with a pillow. Oh, Derek... trust me, he'll find a way.
We buy my nifty new 'puter-- that Gateway media edition one you might be seeing TV ads for. I also buy a 19-inch flatscreen monitor to replace the Apple blue & white monitor (that looks like a giant iMac) that I've had for eight years.
March 10- Two months after discovering the antifreeze leak in my Jeep, it's finally warm enough to safely drive it over to Pep Boys to have them take a look at it. It turns out that the radiator has popped a seam. Thank you, that'll be $650. But hey... the Jeep still lives. :)
March 11- Erich works the first of two Saturday "Disaster Recovery" shifts for work, which basically means he has to drive out to his company's emergency site to upgrade the computers and do some regular help-desk work. I stayed home all day in an attempt to get some stuff caught up around the house. Spring made an appearance with beautiful mid-60's temps. I opened up all of the windows to let some fresh air in as I did laundry and dishes.
And then Erich calls me on his way home from work-- a statie has pulled him over just before the Rhode Island border. Turns out his registration on his car had expired... MONTHS ago... and so they had to impound his car. Thankfully, we have a newly fixed Jeep, and I'm able to pick him up. We spend the rest of the evening blowing shit up on World of Warcrack.
March 12- Barry's birthday party at Minado, which is a sushi-lovers heaven. The entire Boston-turned-Providence crew (plus those who have stayed in Massachusetts) attended.
March 13- Erich has reregistered his car and picked up the new sticker so we can get the car out of hock. We plan to leave work early... say, 3:30 ish, so we can get back and get the car out by the time the place closes at 5. But no... won't work that way. We discover that on the ONE day we actually need to leave early, we screwed ourselves by parking at Providence. Most days, we park at South Attleboro because the parking is $3 per day (as opposed to $7.70 at Providence). There are trains in the afternoon going to South Attleboro, but the only trains to Providence are 12:05 p.m. (getting into RI at 1:10) and 3:45 (gettng in at 4:45). So... an unexpected half-day it is.
Thankfully, all goes well. The car comes home.
March 18 - Erich's 2nd Disaster Recovery shift. This time, he takes my Jeep. :) After weeks of irritation, I finally deal with the frightening task that is scrubbing our kitchen floor. A wet mopping just wasn't doing it, so Saturday morning was spent with a bucket and a scrubber brush on hands and knees, trying to get every spot clean. And of course, no cleaning regimen in our house would be complete without having to shoo away cats every two minutes. Nor would it be complete without me being a klutz. Bare feet + wet floor = Measi go boom. It didn't hurt that much at the time... but Erich discovered a seven-inch long narrow bruise on my ass where I hit the floor. Sexy, eh?
But it was worth it-- we now have a thoroughly scrubbed kitchen floor and a top-to-bottom scrubbed bathroom. The rest of the house remains a disaster, but we can focus on another section next weekend.
March 19 - Lots of recovery. My body is feeling the pain from yesterday, so I spend most of the day either stitching, catching up on penpalling stuff, or playing WoW. Our belated St. Patrick's Day dinner goes off without a hitch, using my mom's tried-and-true recipe for corned beef ("Boil the shit out of it") and cabbage.
So yeah... it's been a month.
My knitting and extra stitching updates will come tonight. I need to take photos.
And this weather has me counting down the less than three weeks until we go to San Diego...
19 March 2006
Stitching Updates
I can't believe it's halfway through March already... this year is going entirely too fast. *sigh*
Not a lot of news on my end, honestly. Just the same-old, same-old. But I have done some stitching lately. :) Here's the progress photos--
Spirit Dragon by Dragon Dreams-- this is the second in the elemental series that I'm working on. It's not much so far, but I've been stitching this during my downtime on flightpaths in World of Warcraft. :) The stitches completed are an orb that the dragon is holding.
Cats on a Staircase by Bucilla - I've been working the green garland on the left section of the piece. March happened to be "green" month for the Unfinished Objects stitching board I belong to... and this was the most prominent piece with green for me to work on.
The Castle by Teresa Wentzler - Almost. Done. Finally. But with a mishap. The reason the piece is so wrinkly is because I had to wash it early. After ten years of handling, storage, moving, and porting this around, last week I had my first accident with it as I spilled a good amount of diet coke on it. :( Thankfully it came out quickly with just a short cold water soak. I should have the cross stitches done on this by the end of this coming week, if all goes well. :)
More photos in a couple days. I'm getting prepped on a new computer at home, so I need to get some stuff oriented first.
~ Mel.
Not a lot of news on my end, honestly. Just the same-old, same-old. But I have done some stitching lately. :) Here's the progress photos--
Spirit Dragon by Dragon Dreams-- this is the second in the elemental series that I'm working on. It's not much so far, but I've been stitching this during my downtime on flightpaths in World of Warcraft. :) The stitches completed are an orb that the dragon is holding.
Cats on a Staircase by Bucilla - I've been working the green garland on the left section of the piece. March happened to be "green" month for the Unfinished Objects stitching board I belong to... and this was the most prominent piece with green for me to work on.
The Castle by Teresa Wentzler - Almost. Done. Finally. But with a mishap. The reason the piece is so wrinkly is because I had to wash it early. After ten years of handling, storage, moving, and porting this around, last week I had my first accident with it as I spilled a good amount of diet coke on it. :( Thankfully it came out quickly with just a short cold water soak. I should have the cross stitches done on this by the end of this coming week, if all goes well. :)
More photos in a couple days. I'm getting prepped on a new computer at home, so I need to get some stuff oriented first.
~ Mel.
08 March 2006
Knitty Witch
Miracle of miracles, this klutzy witch seems to be able to make sense of the spikey sticks with yarn. It's very, very strange.
But oh so cool.
Every Tuesday at lunch, a group of my coworkers gets together in the cafeteria for an hour stitch 'n bitch. Until this week, I brought my cross-stitching. I'm getting so obnoxiously close to finishing The Castle that I've been pushing myself... and the group was a great motivator.
But last week, I sensed that I needed to step away from my dragon for a little while. I need a recharge before I can go gungho on it again sometime next week and quite possibly FINISH all of the cross-stitches.
So this Tuesday, I brought in a skein of yarn and some #11 needles that have been sitting quietly among my stash, waiting to be picked up. I bought it over a year ago when I saw the "clearance" sale at Michaels for a learn-to-knit kit. The yarn is a beautiful denim-like purple color made by Lion Brand, and I have two skeins of it.
Ellen, with whom I've had many adventures over the years, was happy to teach me. She's considered THE knitter of our office, and it's common to see someone early in the morning or late in the day with needles and yarn coming to her for advice or panicked repair assistance.
I was fubsy with casting on (she does a knit-stitch cast-on) so she did that for me, but after watching her for only a few stitches, she put the needles in my hands. I was very clumsy, but picked it up very quickly. By the end of the lunch hour, I'd knitted my first row.
Since then, I've knitted three more complete rows-- although I'd be closer to six if I hadn't had to pull a couple out for some serious missed stitches. And I really can't believe I waited this long to learn how.
I've got a serious case of "I Made This!" ness this morning. :)
But oh so cool.
Every Tuesday at lunch, a group of my coworkers gets together in the cafeteria for an hour stitch 'n bitch. Until this week, I brought my cross-stitching. I'm getting so obnoxiously close to finishing The Castle that I've been pushing myself... and the group was a great motivator.
But last week, I sensed that I needed to step away from my dragon for a little while. I need a recharge before I can go gungho on it again sometime next week and quite possibly FINISH all of the cross-stitches.
So this Tuesday, I brought in a skein of yarn and some #11 needles that have been sitting quietly among my stash, waiting to be picked up. I bought it over a year ago when I saw the "clearance" sale at Michaels for a learn-to-knit kit. The yarn is a beautiful denim-like purple color made by Lion Brand, and I have two skeins of it.
Ellen, with whom I've had many adventures over the years, was happy to teach me. She's considered THE knitter of our office, and it's common to see someone early in the morning or late in the day with needles and yarn coming to her for advice or panicked repair assistance.
I was fubsy with casting on (she does a knit-stitch cast-on) so she did that for me, but after watching her for only a few stitches, she put the needles in my hands. I was very clumsy, but picked it up very quickly. By the end of the lunch hour, I'd knitted my first row.
Since then, I've knitted three more complete rows-- although I'd be closer to six if I hadn't had to pull a couple out for some serious missed stitches. And I really can't believe I waited this long to learn how.
I've got a serious case of "I Made This!" ness this morning. :)
03 March 2006
Overhaul Week FYI
In order to clean up my links (due to DX death) and just give everything a good scrubbing around here, I'm putting this FYI up.
Parts of Measi (dot) Net will be a bit wonky over the next week or so. I'm going to be moving a LOT of stuff around as I update pages, clean out some dead files, and get things a bit better organized.
This WILL NOT affect Minarae's journal, which is in its own subfolder. My journal, however, will most likely be offline for a good portion of Saturday as I get it set up in WordPress. If you see this page switch to something autumn-like, then I'm done. :)
My basic plan for the next week or so....
Saturday, Mar. 4th: Update all Stitching pages.
Sunday, Mar. 5th- Friday, Mar. 10th: Copy and paste all Blogger-centric entries in to WordPress, & categorize them. Continue to archive 2001 from Diaryland archive if time permits.
Saturday, Mar. 11th: WordPress version of journal goes live.
Whee.... intarweb work....
Parts of Measi (dot) Net will be a bit wonky over the next week or so. I'm going to be moving a LOT of stuff around as I update pages, clean out some dead files, and get things a bit better organized.
This WILL NOT affect Minarae's journal, which is in its own subfolder. My journal, however, will most likely be offline for a good portion of Saturday as I get it set up in WordPress. If you see this page switch to something autumn-like, then I'm done. :)
My basic plan for the next week or so....
Saturday, Mar. 4th: Update all Stitching pages.
Sunday, Mar. 5th- Friday, Mar. 10th: Copy and paste all Blogger-centric entries in to WordPress, & categorize them. Continue to archive 2001 from Diaryland archive if time permits.
Saturday, Mar. 11th: WordPress version of journal goes live.
Whee.... intarweb work....
02 March 2006
A pox on the garbage men
FOUR FIFTEEN this morning. FOUR FUCKING FIFTEEN!
The sad thing is that I was already awake due to my sinuses deciding to stuff up about ten minutes before that. So I knew exactly what time it was. I had my glasses on as I propped myself up in bed, waiting for the meds to kick in so I could go back to sleep.
FOUR FIFTEEN.
And we're not talking just the regular garbage truck here. They came at the more civil hour of 7:30. This was the recycling truck. So as I try to fall back asleep, all I hear is the grinding of the truck gear as it goes down the street, the hiss of the brakes, and then the VERY LOUD crash of bottles and cans.
Of course, between my stirring to get meds and the noise outside, all five cats woke up. The kittens went into play-tackle mode. Colley started walking on me and meowing.
This is going to be a serious over-caffeinated day just to get through it.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
The sad thing is that I was already awake due to my sinuses deciding to stuff up about ten minutes before that. So I knew exactly what time it was. I had my glasses on as I propped myself up in bed, waiting for the meds to kick in so I could go back to sleep.
FOUR FIFTEEN.
And we're not talking just the regular garbage truck here. They came at the more civil hour of 7:30. This was the recycling truck. So as I try to fall back asleep, all I hear is the grinding of the truck gear as it goes down the street, the hiss of the brakes, and then the VERY LOUD crash of bottles and cans.
Of course, between my stirring to get meds and the noise outside, all five cats woke up. The kittens went into play-tackle mode. Colley started walking on me and meowing.
This is going to be a serious over-caffeinated day just to get through it.
Fuckity fuck fuck.
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