Archive for the ‘it’s my excitement not yours’ Category

Yet another title

July 14, 2012

Do you see what’s going on here? There’s a chair, and it’s in front of a green wall, and there’s a knitted blanket casually draped over the back of the chair. Do you know why? Because I made it. I like to make things, then stand back and look at them and say “Hey, I made that.”

Point of contention: it’s not really a blanket, it’s a shawl -for my church’s prayer shawl ministry. But it could just as easily be called a prayer blanket ministry.  Or a prayer shlanket ministry. In any event I made something that actually serves a purpose and has zero calories. It has borders of YO, K2tog. Heh, heh. That’s knitter talk.

Now that I’ve knitted a few things, can I add fiber artist to my resume?



April 3, 2012

I revel on a daily basis when I have a supply of stroopies.

The proper name is stroopwafels of course, but I gave them a nickname because I’m so fond of them. How can you not be fond of a tasty treat that rests over the hot beverage in your cup until it melts into just the right amount of waffley textured deliciousness?

I was so excited to take this picture that I spilled coffee all over the counter. See the drips on the handle? True story.

Now settle in and get cozy for I’m going to read you a beautiful bit of poetry to commemorate National Poetry Month.

Roboter Stroopwafels. 10 stuks

Ingredienten: Tarwebloem,

30% stroopvullin, suiker, 3.5% boterconcentraat,

Suikerstroop, lupiennmeel!

12% boterconcentraat

glucose-fructoses stroop, suiker, ei

lupinenmeel, zout, rijsmiddelen, kaneel.

Bevat tarwe, gluten, ei, soja, lupine

melkeiwit, lactose, kaneel.



I make things

October 24, 2011

Heck yes! I made a nest. Don’t ask how. It was hard and I almost gave up. Maybe it’s easier if you have a beak. Sometimes fingers just get in the way.

Birds impress me more and more every day. Not only can they fly and sing, but they craft such precious, cozy little nests. I bet if we let them, they could fix the housing crisis.

Anyway I made a nest. It’s a little rickety and a bit sloppy but I like it.

Kids, this is what can be accomplished by setting goals for yourselves. Dare to dream.

And the winners are…

July 8, 2011

No losers here, only winners.

A mystery commenteer left me this sweet yet insulting feedback:“I am glad to be a visitor of this sodding web blog, regards for this rare information!”

I love it.

Much better than that though is the blurb on the back of The Lost City of Z – “David Grann’s Lost City of Z is a deeply satisfying revelation–a look into the life and times of one of the last great territorial explorers, P. H. Fawcett, and his search for a lost city in the Amazon. I mean, what could be better–obsession, mystery, deadly insects, shrunken heads, suppurating wounds, hostile tribesmen–all for us to savor in our homes, safely before the fire.”
–Erik Larson, author of Thunderstruck, Devil in the White City and Isaac’s Storm

Perfectly summarized and charmingly said. There is nothing better than reading about suppurating wounds, mystery and obsession. At least not for me. Mr. Larson, please proceed to the front of the auditorium to accept your award.

The freak people

January 20, 2011

The air is soft and warm and full of hope. I have to put my hand over my chest, pledge of allegiance-style, to keep my heart from floating away.

I could really live out some fantasies on a day like this…horseback riding on the beach with Viggo Mortensen, a walk around Pemberly with Mr. Darcy, eating a whole strawberry-rhubarb pie…

Instead, after my errand at the bank, I decide to pop in to Winn Dixie, formerly known by the slogan “The Beef People,”now known by the slogan “Fresh Checked Every Day.”

There is something super creepy about the North Port Winn Dixie. It doesn’t look “Fresh Checked Every Day.” Quite frankly it’s a seedy freak magnet, but being the adrenalin junkie I am, I go in.

I pick up some ccf – canned catfood – for those who don’t know the lingo. Then I wander on down the Cookie Aisle – just to see. And that’s when the angels begin singing o’er the plains, and the mountains echo their joyous strains.

The Elusive Archway Dutch Cocoa Cookie with brownie-like flavor, chewy texture and glistening sugar crystals.

I grab two (2) packages. And then, after wiping a bead of saliva from the corner of my mouth, I put one back. Greed isn’t becoming. Mr. I-Am- Looking-For-My-Archway-Dutch-Cocoa-Soulmate-In-The-Creepiest-Store-In-Town could be watching. I don’t want to turn him off.

 And besides, I’ve been thinking about living life a little more on the edge. Regular trips to Winn Dixie could be the first step.

The time I fell in love

October 11, 2010

After a long, hot, tedious summer we met. I was  tentative at first. I’ve been fooled before and  I have some trust issues.  Somehow this felt right. We made plans to have lunch that day. And every day after that we were together at the park for lunch, watching the ducks, or sitting together on a bench in the sun. While I read stories about love, he caressed the back of my neck with kisses as soft as a whisper.

We never had enough time together during the week. Cooped up in an office every day, I began to live for the time we spent together – the lunches, the rides to and from work and the few hours at the end of the day.

The weekends were ours. I woke  early and drank my coffee outside on the patio with him. We took walks and mowed the lawn. We planted seeds and watched the birds and counted the butterflies.

I know it can’t be this way forever. He’ll change. And he’ll have moods. There may be clouds and storms.

I  opened the door, and there he was offering himself to me, to love.



September 3, 2010

I’m fascinated with the concept of synchronicity or meaningful coincidences.

This week  I talked about Piggly Wiggly to a couple of people. That’s not unusual as I’m pretty  fond of the name and the logo. There are no Piggly Wigglys near me but if there were I’d do all my shopping there because it’s so kitschy and southern.

Yesterday I started reading a couple of stories in Me and My Baby View the Eclipse. I found it in my bookcase a few weeks ago and thought “I don’t know where the hell this came from but I might just  read it. ”  I put it on the chair and there it stayed until yesterday  when I began reading with my morning coffee, and discovered that on page 16 Cheryl goes to Piggly Wiggly.

(insert suspenseful Lost music here)

Unless I’m completely engrossed in a book, I’m usually reading a couple at the same time. I’ve also been reading Postcards from Ed by Edward Abbey. Yesterday I went to the library to stock up for the long weekend. I took down About a Mountain by John D’Agata, and was flipping through it when something caught my eye – Joshua Abbey. That’s weird, I read a letter in Postcards that Ed wrote to his son, Joshua.  It turns out D’Agata and his mother were driving to Yucca Mountain ( a proposed nuclear waste repository) with the very same Joshua Abbey, son of Edward Abbey.  

Admit it –  I just blew your mind.

Random acts of egg

June 12, 2010

This is an egg I made recently. I was probably listening to Jason Lytle while I made it. Yes, I’m sure I was listening to Jason. And Get Set Go too.

I might be just a little in love with the colors because they’re so vibrant. Maybe you’ll like them too. Maybe you’ll want to shower me with praise. Or maybe even propose marriage. Or at the very least a fling.

Or maybe you’ll just leave unsatisfied, unimpressed, maybe even disgusted.

Why do you have to be like that anyway? I thought we were friends.