Here is a list of some interesting factoids concerning this most sacred of days.
Today in History:
1649 - King Charles 1 beheaded for treason
1847 - Town of Yerba Buena renamed San Francisco
1862 - US's first Navy ironclad, the "Monitor" was launched
1917 - Original Dixieland Band record "The Darktown Strutters Ball," considered to be the first ever jazz record
1933 - Hitler named German Chancellor
1933 - Lone Ranger debuts on radio in Detroit, MI
WWII - RAF launches massive daytime raid on Berlin
1948 - Gandhi assisnated
1956 - Elvis records "Blue Suede Shoes"
1962 - Two members of the Flying Wellendas high wire act killed in seven person pyramid collapse in Detroit, MI
1969 - Beatles last public appearace to film "Get Back" (ironically enough my favorite Beatles tune) for the movie "Let it Be"
Vietnam - Tet Offensive begins
1972 - Bloody Sunday in Northern Ireland
1978 - Marti is born unto the world to bring untold joy and much knitted wear
Famous Birthdays
1882 - FDR
1931 - Gene Hackman
1937 - Vanessa Redgrave
1941 - Dick Cheney
1974 - Christian Bale (worst Batman EVER!)
1079 - Diva Zappa
Nothing interesting happened in Canadian history on this day. Believe me, I looked. It's all obscure political history, as is mostly the case with Canadian history in general.
Todays word on my Forgotten English word-a-day desk calendar:
butterfly's kiss
A kiss with the eyelashes.
-Albert Hyamson's Dictionary of English Phrases, 1922
That's all the interesting crap for now. I'm going to lay down cuz I'm pretty sure I'm getting sick. Hippy Barthyad to me...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
An Under the Chair Moment...
When I was in university, my room mate Kelley and I had this little in joke, or saying, between the two of us. It was in reference to getting really stressed out and overwhelmed and it was during those times that we just felt like crawling under a chair and never coming out. I have photographic evidence of Kelley experiencing such a moment, in very literal terms (which is even funnier, to me, cuz she was an English major...get it? Literal? Ah yes).
In any case, I am having an under the chair moment and I thought I would share it with you all. Both of you.
Back in September, when my dear husband left me all alone in the wilds along the St. Clair river, I went shopping at Value Village where I beheld a most spectacular sight. There, wrapped in a common plastic bag, for a mere tuppence if you will, untold yards of some unknown, but most definitely natural fibre in the most beautiful shade of red. It was warm and soft and fuzzy, and for five bucks there was a lot of it. Lace weight even. I could really make something cool I thought.
And so I paid the goodly gentleman in his smock and off I went with my lovely little find in my grubby little hands. I let it sit and stew and decide what it was that it wanted to be.
Around this time I was perusing a book concerning knitted lace. I had yet to attempt knitting lace, but felt the time was nigh. So, I done some figgurin' and settled upon a big scarf, long and wide. The kind of scarf that would take me six months to knit. At the end of those six months, while I knit and pined for my dear cadet hubby, I would proudly wear it on the day of his graduation.
Well folks, I finished that damn scarf 'round about a week ago. Tonight, after a field trip to the knitty shop to pick up the appropriate needles for finishing the edges, (and some Noro Kuryeon and some more needles and some sock yarn and enough cheap acrylic to knit a small horse) I picked up 300 itty-bitty stitches along the one edge. I knit three rows of garter stitch. I cast off. Then I picked up 300 itty-bitty stitches along the other edge. I knit three rows of garter stitch. I cast off. I watched an episode of CSI:NY that I'd already seen. I watched a documentary about a UFO case in Nova Scotia (the place just gets cooler!) in the sixties. I watched figure skating. Finally, at ten o'clock this evening, I bound off the very last stitch. Then I took the one edges and stretched it to see if I could relax the kink and tightness of the bind off edge. It was then that the knitty gods laughed mightily and smote me thusly...
Picture, if you will, in your minds ear that horrible ripping sound that a thread or yarn makes when it breaks. Sometimes it's a satisfying sound if busting open a seam is what you are trying to accomplish. That was not my aim.
I'll update you on my progress once I come out from under the chair.
In any case, I am having an under the chair moment and I thought I would share it with you all. Both of you.
Back in September, when my dear husband left me all alone in the wilds along the St. Clair river, I went shopping at Value Village where I beheld a most spectacular sight. There, wrapped in a common plastic bag, for a mere tuppence if you will, untold yards of some unknown, but most definitely natural fibre in the most beautiful shade of red. It was warm and soft and fuzzy, and for five bucks there was a lot of it. Lace weight even. I could really make something cool I thought.
And so I paid the goodly gentleman in his smock and off I went with my lovely little find in my grubby little hands. I let it sit and stew and decide what it was that it wanted to be.
Around this time I was perusing a book concerning knitted lace. I had yet to attempt knitting lace, but felt the time was nigh. So, I done some figgurin' and settled upon a big scarf, long and wide. The kind of scarf that would take me six months to knit. At the end of those six months, while I knit and pined for my dear cadet hubby, I would proudly wear it on the day of his graduation.
Well folks, I finished that damn scarf 'round about a week ago. Tonight, after a field trip to the knitty shop to pick up the appropriate needles for finishing the edges, (and some Noro Kuryeon and some more needles and some sock yarn and enough cheap acrylic to knit a small horse) I picked up 300 itty-bitty stitches along the one edge. I knit three rows of garter stitch. I cast off. Then I picked up 300 itty-bitty stitches along the other edge. I knit three rows of garter stitch. I cast off. I watched an episode of CSI:NY that I'd already seen. I watched a documentary about a UFO case in Nova Scotia (the place just gets cooler!) in the sixties. I watched figure skating. Finally, at ten o'clock this evening, I bound off the very last stitch. Then I took the one edges and stretched it to see if I could relax the kink and tightness of the bind off edge. It was then that the knitty gods laughed mightily and smote me thusly...
Picture, if you will, in your minds ear that horrible ripping sound that a thread or yarn makes when it breaks. Sometimes it's a satisfying sound if busting open a seam is what you are trying to accomplish. That was not my aim.
I'll update you on my progress once I come out from under the chair.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Back in Crafts...
So back to crafts for a moment. Here's an update of how the Christmas crafts went over.
There were brother-in-law crafts (complete with matching socks which I don't have a photo of, but they look just like this hat only, ya know, socks).
There were sister-in-law crafts, sans sister-in-law. It wasn't until I saw this photo that I realized that the cuffs aren't even close to being the same length.
Anyhow, these are 'trick mitts' that have an overflap over the fingers and thumbs. I thought they might be useful to a busy new mom.
And of course there were baby crafts.
This is my attempt to bury her in them. (I love the foot sticking up there).
Just as an aside...this post took me three days to construct because dial up is so blessed useless. I just wanted to make that known.
There were brother-in-law crafts (complete with matching socks which I don't have a photo of, but they look just like this hat only, ya know, socks).
There were sister-in-law crafts, sans sister-in-law. It wasn't until I saw this photo that I realized that the cuffs aren't even close to being the same length.
Anyhow, these are 'trick mitts' that have an overflap over the fingers and thumbs. I thought they might be useful to a busy new mom.
And of course there were baby crafts.
This is my attempt to bury her in them. (I love the foot sticking up there).
Just as an aside...this post took me three days to construct because dial up is so blessed useless. I just wanted to make that known.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
The Grand Adventure...
WE'RE GOING TO NOVA SCOTIA!
Something that exciting necessitates all-caps. I've been rather tardy in posting this news as we found out last Friday. It was our first choice of all possible regions in Canada and WE GOT IT! Well, the hubby did all the work. I just sat here and hoped really hard.
We're not sure exactly what location we'll be posted to, but it'll be in the beautiful, breathtaking sea-side province of NOVA-freaking-SCOTIA!
I was there once as a kid and sort of remember Peggy's Cove, but at that age, I was waaaaay more interested in Prince Edward Island (we did a mini tour of the maritimes) as my mom was nice enough to read me Anne of Green Gables before we left on our trip and it was around then (1985-ish?) that the CBC came out with the Anne series on television, still one of my absolute favourites of all time (both the movies and the books). I was so stoked at the age of six or seven or whatever it was to actually be in Anne's house! I was at Green Gables! How cool is that? Now I'm going to be living next door.
Fresh lobster...reasonable real estate...ocean view...and some of the friendliest people, so I've been told, in the entire country. I remember this high school thingy I went to in Ottawa where kids from all over Canada participated and by far, the kids from out east were the nicest, most outgoing, friendliest bunch of people I've ever met. I just hope they don't hate me cuz I'm from Ontario. Really, I'm a nice person! And I don't like Toronto either!
*Happy sigh*. So nice to know where we'll be going. Only one downside that I can think of; an abundance of fish. Looks like I'll have to face my fear head on.
Something that exciting necessitates all-caps. I've been rather tardy in posting this news as we found out last Friday. It was our first choice of all possible regions in Canada and WE GOT IT! Well, the hubby did all the work. I just sat here and hoped really hard.
We're not sure exactly what location we'll be posted to, but it'll be in the beautiful, breathtaking sea-side province of NOVA-freaking-SCOTIA!
I was there once as a kid and sort of remember Peggy's Cove, but at that age, I was waaaaay more interested in Prince Edward Island (we did a mini tour of the maritimes) as my mom was nice enough to read me Anne of Green Gables before we left on our trip and it was around then (1985-ish?) that the CBC came out with the Anne series on television, still one of my absolute favourites of all time (both the movies and the books). I was so stoked at the age of six or seven or whatever it was to actually be in Anne's house! I was at Green Gables! How cool is that? Now I'm going to be living next door.
Fresh lobster...reasonable real estate...ocean view...and some of the friendliest people, so I've been told, in the entire country. I remember this high school thingy I went to in Ottawa where kids from all over Canada participated and by far, the kids from out east were the nicest, most outgoing, friendliest bunch of people I've ever met. I just hope they don't hate me cuz I'm from Ontario. Really, I'm a nice person! And I don't like Toronto either!
*Happy sigh*. So nice to know where we'll be going. Only one downside that I can think of; an abundance of fish. Looks like I'll have to face my fear head on.
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