Will write for yarn.
This is supposed to be fiber Friday, though I’ve been a total slacker on that front for a while. It’s not that I haven’t been busy with sewing and knitting and such – I just haven’t written about it.
So in the grand spirit of discipline that I am *so* good at – I am forcing [...]
If this stuff doesn’t make it all worth it, I don’t know what will.
First:
Me to 4 year old E: I love you.
E: Why does Elise always want to MARRY me??
Me: Hunh?
E: She always does it and I don’t know why. We’re just little kids!
Me (in my head): I surely don’t know. Why indeed.
On a less [...]
Ugh. I finally found a suitable replacement for MySpace, where some *cough* obsessional *cough* issues with jealousy were seriously cramping my style, and then I hear Facebook keeps deleting photos of breastfeeding women with their babies.
Hunh??
Oh yeah, I forgot. Breasts are the puritanical equivalent of the way HAIR is in some cultures, which I will [...]
I have hit the magical (to me, anyway) number of 1000 page views of this here blog. One thousand. What that means, really, is that four of my friends have each viewed it 249 times, and four people found it by searching for things.
For example:
“guide to parties for the socially retard”
“barely on pot roast”
“knitted placenta”
and [...]
Conversation I had with four year old E. upon his receipt of an invitation to a (girl) classmate’s birthday party:
E: Why did she invite me?
Me: Because you’re her friend.
E: No I’m not. Well, I kind of am. But when Adam and Jack want me, I’m kinda not. But when she wants me…
I go to her.
His nickname was Flash, because the handful of southern-American soldiers that came to work with him felt more comfortable with a nickname than his real name. His Iraqi name.
He translated for these four men in a remote post southeast of Baghdad. He befriended them. He joined in video phone conversations with families on occasion, laughed [...]
This morning, I cried as I read the sad story of an army doctor who died in a mortar attack in Mosul on Christmas morning. His wife had spoken to him every day during his deployment, and when he didn’t call she thought he must be working on a soldier, trying to patch him up [...]
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