tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50394687717339228582009-06-22T11:27:52.506-04:00My little Corner of the WebA mom, an education professional, a knitter, and my take on life. I am not sure that anyone would ever want to read this crap, but what the hell?Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-33237095165816791692009-06-22T11:22:00.002-04:002009-06-22T11:27:52.518-04:00Finished Items<div>I have been neglectful of my blog. In an effort to push myself to post more, I linked myself on Rav, LSG to be exact. Hi peeps!</div><div>Here is a photo of my "A Stole" made from one skein of Noro Sock</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iNu3pcLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2NWd-9S2hxk/s1600-h/100_1721.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iNu3pcLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2NWd-9S2hxk/s320/100_1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173239142871218" /></a>And another<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iNA3xV4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/X9w5EcYXdnM/s1600-h/100_1720.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iNA3xV4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/X9w5EcYXdnM/s1600-h/100_1720.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iNA3xV4I/AAAAAAAAAHE/X9w5EcYXdnM/s320/100_1720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173226795358082" /></a>This is Photography Hat. Free patternon Rav, I made it in just a few hours (and that includes the random YO I threw in to practice my detective skills)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iKjIK5YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/81OyDaAxzWA/s1600-h/100_1708.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/Sj-iKjIK5YI/AAAAAAAAAG8/81OyDaAxzWA/s320/100_1708.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350173184451339650" /></a><br /><div>ON the needles now is Nina Shawl, and nothing else. I am toying with a few ideas but have not settled on anything yet.</div><div><br /></div><div>Started my summer job today, and volunteered to go home early since our enrollment was so low. I should be cleaning house but decided to do nothing instead.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-3323709516581679169?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-35686006741183136602009-03-28T11:56:00.002-04:002009-03-28T12:04:58.213-04:00Hair cuts text messages and homework<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2612/158/93/503684737/n503684737_1480405_1100053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2612/158/93/503684737/n503684737_1480405_1100053.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>I went from shoulder length hair to this last weekend. I love it! Totally and completely love it.  Most of my friends love it as well. But there is always one, am I right?  The one who says it looks really good but I have a thing for long hair.  I have one of those in my life. However as I told him it is just hair, it will grow again.<div><br /></div><div>I am spending far too much time today texting a friend who is out of town for the day.  I should be getting things done around the house, but my phone and the internet have swallowed me whole.  </div><div><br /></div><div>Thursday night starts my homestretch at college, 8 classes over the next five weeks.  and then I am DONE! DONE! DONE!  With graduation set for Mother's Day.  I can't wait.  And even though I am perusing master's programs I will have the summer off from classes and possibly fall semester as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have finished the squirrel body and arms and I am working on the tail now.  I want to get this done and felted today for drying and stuffing before Easter. It is good to have a goal.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-3568600674118313660?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-83910974705573215542009-03-27T06:41:00.002-04:002009-03-27T06:53:27.659-04:00I am alive!I have been busy and feeling like the internet was pulling me away from life.  So I took a break from blogging.  But I do have some things to share.  So here goes.<div><br /></div><div>I have made a few hats recently, and I am almost done with the most boring pair of socks ever.  (3x2 rib). My BFF has jsut started knitting and it is so fun to watch her excitement and ability grow.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today I am home sick from work due to a three hour coughing jag in the middle of the night.  I am also on some cold medicine so excuse me if I ramble. I find that the medicine makes me slightly scatterbrained.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am making a fiber trends squirrel for my son for Easter, he loves squirrels.  And he will be so thrilled with it.  I am trying to keep it a secret; luckily he is so used to seeing me knit that he does not question it.</div><div><br /></div><div>I just received a swap package that included some gorgeous roving so I can continue to learn how to spin.  It is hard to learn by myself I really need some one on one instruction!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Perhaps I will put together some photos to post later. </div><div><br /></div><div>Slainte</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-8391097470557321554?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-89081079954949946422009-01-22T21:34:00.002-05:002009-01-22T21:39:07.788-05:00The letter LTen things, L<div>1. Lemons, I love lemon pie, lemonade, lemon cake, lemon bread.</div><div>2. Little... as in the things that mean a lot.</div><div>3. Licking, lollipops, what could be better?</div><div>4. Lace, the one type of knitting that still kicks my ass</div><div>5. Limes, see number one.</div><div>6. Leaning, on someone else, that I trust, what a great feeling.</div><div>7.Lying, I hate it.</div><div>8. Lakes, the best place to swim.  A clean crisp lake on a hot summer day.</div><div>9. Lying awake at night, something I do often, and I have come to love.</div><div>10. Lessons, I love to learn, and excel at being a student.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-8908107995494994642?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-67766017735443629592009-01-16T09:27:00.000-05:002009-01-16T09:28:12.275-05:00Vomit Night From HellCindy's night:<br /><ul> <li>Out dinner and vodka and three glasses of champagne</li> <li>Bring friend home, </li> <li>GO home</li> <li>Lie in bed awake until 11</li> <li>12:30 projectile vomiting from the top bunk</li> <li>strip top bunk, strip bottom bunk, pile nine million loads of puke covered laundry in laundry room</li> <li>step in puke with bare feet</li> <li>stomach rolls</li> <li>settle child on couch</li> <li>go back to bed</li> <li>ten minutes later</li> <li>vomiting</li> <li>clean child's mouth reassure him he is not poisoned</li> <li>back to bed </li> <li>twenty minutes later </li> <li>child vomits, clean face, reassure, try to sleep, repeat every twenty minutes until 5 am</li> <li>at four am insert phone calls to school</li> <li>sleep from 5 to seven, call daycare, send email with sub plans</li> <li>sleep more, </li> <li>throw in load of laundry</li> </ul> <blockquote cite="mid:C0BA1F78-3053-4464-8BD2-1D0D78B4AE42@aol.com" type="cite"><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-6776601773544362959?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-40099721213242242112008-12-13T06:21:00.002-05:002008-12-13T06:26:42.659-05:00More than one waySaturday morning, six am.  Husband asleep, child asleep.  Me wide awake, I need to go to the grocery store, but I have decided to wait until it is light out.  I just want to get it over with.  Laundry, dishes, cooking, all of it.  I cast on for the fish hat last night and finished the mouth shaping, going for the first color change now.  <div><br /></div><div>I made a pair of garter stitch mitts for a friend, i love the pattern it is so quick and I love the way they fit snug on the wrist, and the thumb gusset is so easy and quick.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to work on fish hat most of the day today as it is cold out and hubby is off to a party this afternoon and I will be alone with kidlet, tv, music, and no where to go, nowhere to be, and nothing too pressing to get done.  </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-4009972121324224211?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-53582828040627247902008-12-01T06:47:00.003-05:002008-12-07T16:26:53.729-05:00The Ipod thing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><br /><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1. What's my mood like right now?</span></em></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">My Wish by Rascall Flatts<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. How's tomorrow going to be for me?</span></em></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Back 2 Good by Matchbox 20<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. What kind of person am I?</span></em></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">How Do You Like Me Know? By Toby Keith<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4. Am I loved?</span></em></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">THe Best Is Yet to Come by Nancy Wilson<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. How can I achieve my highest potential? Hold On Loosely by 38 Special</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. What should I do with my life? Cheeseburger in Paradise, Jimmy Buffett</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7. Is everything really going to be alright in the end? Fever by Michael Buble</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8. What is my best quality?  French Shore GBS</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9. How does my sex life look? Chicaquita ABBA</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10. What's the meaning of life? Seasons OF Love Rent Soundtrack</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">11. What do people think of me? Helmet Head GBS (it's a hockey song!)</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">12. Would I make a good catch? Hard to Love you The Wreckers</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">13. How crazy am I?   Perfect by Alanis Morrissette</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">14. Will I have a good life in general? Magic Carpet Ride Steppenwolf</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">15. What's going to happen to me this week? The First Cut is The Deepest by Sheryl Crow</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">16. Where will I be a year from now? Mrs. Robinson by Simon and garfunkel</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">17. What is my biggest wish? I would Do Anything for Love by Meatloaf</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">18. What is the love of my life doing at this very moment?</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">.  Be My Luck Oysterband<br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></em></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">21. How do my friends feel about me? You were meant for Me, by Jewel</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">22. Where will I go on vacation? Train in the Distance Paul Simon</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">23. What am I getting for Christmas? Lucky Town Bruce Springsteen</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">24. What happened to me yesterday?  All I see IS Red Ceann</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">25. What would be my part in a movie?  Mari Mac GBS</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">26. Who knows everything about me? Margarita GBS</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">27. Who is my idol?  Bobby Kennedy Black 47</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /><br /></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">28. What will I be when I grow up? Mony Mony Billy Idol</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-5358282804062724790?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-62712231192845554342008-12-01T06:11:00.001-05:002008-12-01T06:14:21.320-05:00SIX SIX<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/STPGf9-AmYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MGbORrNYk8U/s1600-h/camp+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/STPGf9-AmYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/MGbORrNYk8U/s320/camp+006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274777841093876098" /></a>Although I was not tagged for this, I figured why not.  Sixth folder of pictures, picture number six.  This was taken two years ago at my summer job, at the top of Deer's Leap, Vermont.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-6271223119284555434?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-46047821001759642062008-11-11T07:52:00.002-05:002008-11-11T08:00:36.063-05:00Command Performance<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; ">Friday is a family dinner, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">command</span> performance one might say. Ten of us, a table that sits four comfortably, six in a pinch, and my mom has silverware for eight. Should be a scream.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">occasion</span> is my nephew's 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> birthday. I don't really know my nephew at all. He lives with my brother's ex, his mom. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">And</span> he has very little to do with the rest of the family.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;">I got him money for his birthday. The color and size are always right, no one ever tries to return it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre;">Now I am off to tackle my history final. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-4604782100175964206?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-62103494760097769772008-11-10T07:41:00.002-05:002008-11-10T07:44:39.438-05:00Morning breaks on Day 6So the poor child was still feverish at bedtime yesterday, could today be day six of this thing?  At what point do I get concerned about the not eating, I bet he has lost 4 pounds already.  May not seem like much but he is a skinny kid.  At least yesterday he wanted ice cream, ate it and kept it down.<div><br /></div><div>The upside is that I do not seem to be catching it whatever it is.  And hubby seems safe so far also. </div><div><br /></div><div>I made my first no pattern hat yesterday, but I made it too short, so I ripped out the top and will make it longer today and finish it off.  Owen has claimed it for himself.  Which is sweet actually.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-6210349476009776977?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-84599656202047064082008-11-07T18:41:00.004-05:002008-11-07T19:12:03.310-05:003 101.7 and 104.3<div><br /></div><div><br />Numbers.  Everywhere in our life.  I am on day 3 of viral infection with my son.  His temp has been between 101.7 and 104.3 for three days.  Not fun.  For anyone. However gave me lots of time for knitting and for Rav-ing.  <div><br /></div><div>I am so pleased with the outcome of the election, but also immeasurably pleased that it is over.  Kaput, finis.  Campaigning should be limited to 30 days.  </div><div><br /></div><div>I am torn about my facebook account, and my myspace account.  I use each of them very infrequently.  But I do use them for a few important long distance friends. I kind of want to delete them both.  Disappear, make people wonder.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not sure if I showered today, I have been home with sick child for so many days I no longer no what happened today yesterday or the day before. </div><div><br /></div><div>I pulled out my tarot cards and did a reading the other day and it was so eerie.  Things I thought I had put out of my mind, are simmering in there.  As soon as I saw the first card it all came back to me.  This particular journey is not over yet.  Eventually maybe it will be, but for now, I need to stop burying it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Knitting, wow, I finished Rayne and some fingerless mitts, made two berets and frogged them both.  Also half decided on a project for my silk yarn, leaning towards a moebius scarf. My personal Waterloo Pi Shawl is not flying off the needles but I am slogging away on it.  I also made a rainy cloud.  oooh maybe pictures are in order?</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SRTVm0aHbdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-c0YuxUpyCY/s1600-h/100_1382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SRTVm0aHbdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/-c0YuxUpyCY/s320/100_1382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266068727182880210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SRTVmjkjCZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rtTy9GQ_GIE/s1600-h/fo+s+four.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SRTVmjkjCZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rtTy9GQ_GIE/s320/fo+s+four.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266068722663229842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SRTVmI7lIcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4-oyfbuSpo8/s1600-h/100_1307.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SRTVmI7lIcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4-oyfbuSpo8/s320/100_1307.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266068715512078786" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>1. Can't get much closer than this to the band.  Taken after the Great Big Sea concert last weekend.</div><div>2. Four FO's 1. Hypotenuse 2. Forest Canopy Shawl 3. Rayne 4. Tudora</div><div>3. Rayne</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-8459965620204706408?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-58187813437243585012008-10-04T16:36:00.004-04:002008-10-04T16:55:53.288-04:00October? Where did September go?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SOfYJ8XuZZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cAG6pcRL_SM/s1600-h/100_1258.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SOfYJ8XuZZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cAG6pcRL_SM/s320/100_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253405155687032210" /></a><br /><br />I looked up at the date today and realized that we have entered October, month of costumes, mid terms and pumpkins.  Yesterday was spent at the local ER with the kidlet getting his wrist and hand x rayed after a spill off his razor scooter.  The good news, not broken; the bad news, a bad sprain.  More good news, in and out in an hour's time, and we just went home, not back to school and not back to work.  A bonus day off was very nice.<div><br /></div><div>I am at the 576 stitches per round rounds on my pi shawl, and I am making <a href="http://www.cosmicpluto.com/blog/?p=756">Rayne</a> from CosmicPluto Knits.  No pictures yet. I also made a <a href="http://mochimochiland.com/shop/">boo bat (mochimochi land)</a> for kidlet yesterday, it has become his new best friend, that I do have pictures of.<img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SOfYKMcVB8I/AAAAAAAAAEE/LyPsN4rjBDY/s320/100_1262.JPG" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-5818781343724358501?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-53498359743182221652008-09-06T12:36:00.002-04:002008-09-06T12:40:43.568-04:00WhirlwindThe last week has been crazy!!  I finished ten of the thirty hats ordered.  I also started two night classes at the local college. I have taken a lot of night classes at this college, slowly slogging away at getting my degree.  Most of these classes have been, light easy classes, heavily graded on discussion and participation, with the occasional project thrown in.  The two I am working on now are TOUGH!  Midterms, finals, papers, projects, eight books to be read between the two of them. (nine if I count the bible readings assigned for the Women in the Bible class).  I left class feeling totally overwhelmed and freaking out.  But after taking 6 hours to do my homework for the two classes, I know that it is just a matter of finding my groove again.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-5349835974318222165?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-28107768853060028992008-09-01T14:10:00.004-04:002008-09-01T14:19:09.520-04:00Back to School times Two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SLwxCfCPv1I/AAAAAAAAADk/Dn36JkhcvBs/s1600-h/100_0943.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SLwxCfCPv1I/AAAAAAAAADk/Dn36JkhcvBs/s320/100_0943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241117985112833874" /></a><br />I am back at school for my job, and I start back to college for me tonight.  I am taking two classes this semester and two next if the money holds out.  <div><br /></div><div>In knitting news, I am plugging away at the twenty, no thirty hats that I am making for a friend, a paying friend, the best kind if you ask me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I finished off the camp year with a bang, and everyone had a great time.  </div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes, my heart is so heavy with stuff that I honestly do not know how I get out of bed.  I absolutely love my journal, and I wish I could write here like I do in that.  I may reach that point someday.  </div><div><br /></div><div>I figured out the perfect place to hide my husband's presents, the dishwasher cause FSM knows he never opens it!!</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-2810776885306002899?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-14687930611374670922008-08-13T06:45:00.002-04:002008-08-13T06:47:31.954-04:00Three More DaysThree more days of my summer job, and as much as I love it, I am anxious to be done.  Running an outdoor camp through the rainy-est July on record, EVER, has pretty much sucked.  The prospect of back to school is not making me jump for joy either, but someone has to supply health insurance for the family!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-1468793061137467092?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-8857668756497331092008-08-08T07:32:00.000-04:002008-08-08T07:33:28.681-04:00Hung the F**k overYes, hung over, wildly.  Ugh, not good.  love me from afar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-885766875649733109?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-89483949615468398822008-07-28T06:22:00.004-04:002008-11-13T02:40:31.856-05:00Company of Fools<div><br /></div><div>Bring on the clowns, the jokers and buffoons<div>I've had the time of my life</div><div>And the life of my time </div><div>In the company of fools.</div><div><br /></div><div>How appropos.  Lately I feel as if I am surrounded my idiots.  Men in particular.  Head's up male readers, learn how to sorry.  Not I'm sorry, but just sorry, sorry you are having a bad day, I hope it gets better.  There is someone in my life who so needs to say that right now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Time for pictures I think.  THe first is the view from one of our hikes, as is the third.  The second is Princess, a river water buffalo who lives a life of luxury in South Woodstock.  She is milked twice a day and her milk made into yogurt and cheese.</div><div>.</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SI2gEw1qp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/A0yXe_gqCKM/s1600-h/100_0761.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SI2gEw1qp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/A0yXe_gqCKM/s320/100_0761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228010746136930290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SI2gE3YBOaI/AAAAAAAAADU/YM6mskVJzss/s1600-h/cp1_0710081127a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SI2gE3YBOaI/AAAAAAAAADU/YM6mskVJzss/s320/cp1_0710081127a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228010747891628450" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SI2gFLjDMPI/AAAAAAAAADc/KmMNBYVJ8ek/s1600-h/0627081109.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SI2gFLjDMPI/AAAAAAAAADc/KmMNBYVJ8ek/s320/0627081109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228010753306603762" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-8948394961546839882?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-67325711692432160892008-07-26T11:46:00.002-04:002008-07-26T11:51:41.245-04:00Blow off the Cobwebs I am backWow, where have I been?  I guess just busy and away from my computer.  I know I have been away from it cause when I log on to Ravelry I have no replies.  <div><br /></div><div>Work is going well.  Mothering, check the child made it through another year had a party, all is good.  Life? well that has been better.  Sometimes people who you are counting on to not let you down, let you down.  And it hurts, and it irritates, and it angers.  None of those emotions give positive feelings.  I am sure that I can, and will, get over it.  But right now it is pretty raw. </div><div><br /></div><div>Knitting has been good I made a felted box in bright ornage from Mason Dixon Knitting.  I am slogging away on the pi shawl and have some Allhemp ready to cast on for a tank top.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be witty and funny and make people smile and laugh and look up the stuff I am doing but right now I really want to stick my head under a pillow and cry for three days.  That not being an option, I guess I will try harder to update more often, and purge the bad mojo through blogging.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-6732571169243216089?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-40999006530279316122008-07-12T13:33:00.002-04:002008-07-12T13:36:27.099-04:00Row BSo the tickets to the show came today, ROW B!!! as in the one row behind Row A!!! Center stage!! Woo hoo!!!!<br /><br />Knitting, yes well, not much of that going on in hot humid Vermont. My self imposed deadline of the state fair for the pi shawl looks somewhat unobtainable as of now. However you never know with these things.<br /><br />My summer job is going along great, visited a water buffalo farm, been tubing on the White River, and swimming in lakes and hiking on mountains, all good fun stuff.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-4099900653027931612?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-14108682457026017212008-06-22T10:28:00.003-04:002008-11-13T02:40:32.022-05:00They're Baaaack!5 am. the boys  returned home.  Minus one suitcase.  After a two hour delay.  long night for them.  They are both softly snoring in their respective beds.<div><br /></div><div>Being alone was fun, not as wild as I imagined it would be.  I was mostly sedate and did sensible things, such as going clothes shopping and trying things on.  I cooked and cleaned.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tomorrow I start my summer job.  I am thrilled about it, no really I am because I love my summer job.  Though my happiness is very weather dependent.  I run an outside all day day camp for 8 and 9 year olds. Tomorrow is rules and team building.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the biggest news ever hit my inbox on Friday, like squealing into the phone like a 12 year old big news.  My poor friend was on the phone with me when I got the email, she was 5 miles awya and claims she did not need the phone.  My ALL TIME FAVORITE BAND is playing at not one, not two but FOUR relatively close venues to me in November.   Here is a pic of the lead singer, e<img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SF5i2HFalJI/AAAAAAAAADE/dstiYYdQi6k/s320/something_alan.jpg" /></div><div><br /></div><div>His name is Alan Doyle and I would sell my soul to the Devil himself to spend some time alone with him for a few days (sigh)  The band is <a href="http://www.greatbigsea.com/">Great Big Sea   </a></div><div>I am getting tickets tomorrow.  November is too far away for me now.  </div><div><br /></div><div>My husband and child flew out of Las Vegas yesterday, they had as I have mentioned a two hour delay, and my husband was so mad that they could not sit down because so many people were using chairs for their carry on luggage.  Rude!!  If you are flying, trust me, if a flight is delayed your suitcase is just as happy on the floor, my husband is not happy on the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-1410868245702601721?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-23620721813743778042008-06-18T06:40:00.002-04:002008-11-13T02:40:32.254-05:00Alone, Sweet AloneHusband and child have been gone since Saturday morning.  I have been blissfully on my own ever since.  I went to our end of the year faculty party, and stayed late, and joined up with others and went out after the party, with no worries!!<div><br /></div><div>I have been shopping, out for lunch, laying in the sun, and generally not worrying about things.  I do have to get some work done for my summer job this week. Today I am going to try to track down some plastic tubing for a make your own hula hoop project I want to do with the kids.  </div><div><br /></div><div>I need to cast on a project that is not stockinette.  I am working on the pi shawl which is stockinette in the round knit every stitch, and everlasting bag stopper which right now is garter stitch ( yes I am still on the bottom) so that is knit every stitch.  Now I know why people like cables and lace, it keeps you from ripping your eyes out.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here is a picture for those of you who like photos<br /><div><br /></div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SFjoK9KBiZI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WUr4Sb4cD3A/s320/0525081319a.jpg" /><br /></div><div>This from our little boating trip a few weeks back.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-2362072181374377804?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-16391610198014396962008-06-08T07:29:00.003-04:002008-11-13T02:40:32.355-05:00Hark The Herald!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SEvEMer805I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CZoltXi13DU/s1600-h/FYYFF.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209473112658989970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SEvEMer805I/AAAAAAAAAC0/CZoltXi13DU/s320/FYYFF.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>(singing) angels shout, 5 more days till school gets out!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And in that same vein, six days until the two loves of my life, hubby and crotchfruit head to Vegas without me. Seven whole days to be grown up me all alone, with no one bothering me.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All you moms out there know what I mean. I love being a mom, and a wife, but somewhere in here is ME. The singular me, the one that introduces myself by name. Not as ******"S mom. I am going to go out and drink, and stay home and read, knit, maybe even clean. I am going to sleep late or get up early. I am going to the staff party with no child care worries. I am not going to make <strong>any</strong> peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I finished both scarves, and now that is ninety degrees out I am glad to not have them sitting in my lap. My next quick project is a hat fora friend's birthday. It will have the pirate darwin fish on it assuming I can figure out what I am doing. I am searching for the perfect pattern for some silk yarn I got for my birthday. </div><br /><div></div>The image? up there at the top? Fuck You You Fucking Fuck. I had some stickers made and have sold them on Ravelry. Kind of an LSG exclusive. <br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-1639161019801439696?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-29839105892496092702008-05-31T06:21:00.002-04:002008-05-31T06:28:27.835-04:00Finished and still goingSaturday morning at the crack of a sparrow's fart.... I am off to a seminar today and need to join up with my cohorts at ten minutes of eight.  Which is not ungodly early but I do like to have some time to chill in the morning. I am not a shower and out the door kind of a person.<div><br /></div><div>I finished the blues scarf, and the striped Noro is so close it hurts.  The pi shawl has  a self imposed end of August deadline, but I have plans to cast on for a hemp tank.... I also got some tye dyed bright rainbow colors Pacapeds yesterday in the mail, so pretty, and no idea what to do with it.  Not to mention the gorgeous yellow silk I got back in March.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ravelry continues to consume a good part of my surfing time, and is the reason the Noro scarf is not yet done.  My LSG girls keep me sane, laughing and thinking.</div><div><br /></div><div>A special shout out to my readers who I know from site stats are stopping by.  Stop lurking and leave me a comment.....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-2983910589249609270?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-40582546441178222522008-05-24T13:23:00.003-04:002008-05-24T13:29:20.472-04:00Long WeekendWow, in knitting not so much~~ the scarf grows longer everyday, and I could cast off at any time.I I am regretting my decision not to do a pattern stitch on my pi shawl, I am swimming in an ocean of stockinette done in the round, knit every stitch until I go to hell.  But I also have the Noro scarf and some other stuff to keep me from losing my mind.<div><br /></div><div>School, meh.  We have started final exams already and they are over on Wed, then two weeks of immersion curriculum.  Yee haw.  </div><div><br /></div><div>My Thursday was interesting this week. I went for my first bikini wax.  </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> 5 Things I learned at my bikini wax:</span></span></div><div>1. Things I don't want to hear</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>a.) Oops<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>b.) Are you ok sorry about that<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>c.) Let me put a little something on there for you<br /></div><div>2. Having a drink first was not a bad idea</div><div>3. If I am not scarred for life from 1-a it was totally worth it.</div><div>4.  Men do not want to hear it about it</div><div>5. My summer boss does not consider a bikini wax a job related expense that he should pay for out of petty cash.</div><div><br /></div><div>  </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-4058254644117822252?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5039468771733922858.post-19379928180576307792008-05-17T16:23:00.004-04:002008-11-13T02:40:32.592-05:00OOps it is sideways<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SC8_-EJLSJI/AAAAAAAAACs/NyrcIsrZzlo/s1600-h/ripped2"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SC8_-EJLSJI/AAAAAAAAACs/NyrcIsrZzlo/s320/ripped2" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201446430132881554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SC8_tEJLSII/AAAAAAAAACk/3pifpkmdDG0/s1600-h/100_0689.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4YBLgipIZVU/SC8_tEJLSII/AAAAAAAAACk/3pifpkmdDG0/s320/100_0689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201446138075105410" /></a>Guess what came in the mail today? disagree (1) and my pint glasses.  My friend and I made smoothies.  We used ice, juice, baby food (apple mango kiwi) and peach schnapps.<div><br /></div><div>Yummy</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5039468771733922858-1937992818057630779?l=cornerofacircle.blogspot.com'/></div>Cindylouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14049637394775484041noreply@blogger.com0