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Today was all about Jesus. Oh, and Chuck Norris. After our breakfast pie (yum, thanks mom, you are an amazing cook – even with no kitchen!) we went to a family storage unit so I could get some of my things and move them to my own storage unit. It was Brent, Taylor, Bj and I. On the drive Brent was telling us that Chuck Norris was suing NBC over the name Law and Order. And I was like, “what?” he said that was the trademark of Chuck Norris’ right and left legs. The boys started laughing, but I was slow to catch on. So on our stop at Brent’s house they had to look up a ton more of course. Then we all started rolling around like crazy laughing fools. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t get a good picture of Bj laughing because I was shaking the camera. So while I wait for some Modge Podge to dry in the other room, for your pleasure:

-Chuck Norris’ tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.

-Chuck Norris does not sleep. He waits.

-Chuck Norris puts the “laughter” in “manslaughter”.

-Chuck Norris has only one hand: the upper hand.

-Water boils faster when Chuck Norris watches it.

-Whenever someone is constipated, doctors send them to Chuck Norris so he can scare the shit out of them.

-Chuck Norris can count to infinity – twice.

-Geico saved 15% by switching to Chuck Norris.

-Since 1940, the year Chuck Norris was born, roundhouse kick related deaths have increased 13,000 percent.

-The chief export of Chuck Norris is pain.

-Chuck Norris’ calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd; no one fools Chuck Norris.

-Chuck Norris once shot an enemy plane down with his finger, by yelling, “Bang!”

-Chuck Norris’ dog is trained to pick up his own poop because Chuck Norris will not take shit from anyone.

These are so not mine. Just google chuck norris jokes. Hope you had a good laugh.

The Sweater…

Is done! And I wore to church for Easter today! I love it, love it, love. It fits excellently and I love it. Oh and I love it some more. And I think I’m ultra fantastic. Seriously I feel so great about doing this. I predict me wearing this until it’s thread bare. Here is a little detail.

I just want to say for those who will answer this post saying you can’t do it, you can! It’s not that hard to read a pattern like this (it was written very well). There are really just five big pieces, and putting them together was not that scary, nor was the collar. It is totally doable first sweater. Details:
Rowan Knitting & Crochet Magazine Number 39 Spring/Summer 2006 Pages 43, 116-117. Lizzi by Sarah Hatton. Called for all seasons cotton but I knit this up in Debbie Bliss cashmerino aran color: 300502

Thanks Bj for taking the pictures of me!

You choose birthday

Bj’s birthday is coming up and I was going to be watching Nick and Lacey during that time, but their parent’s trip got changed to the week after so I thought I’d surprise Bj today by making him a little pre-birthday thing letting him know we would get to spend the weekend together.

This is the cover. The book is just a half a piece of 12×12 cardstock accordion folded, with some easy stitched pockets and tags. I used crayons for the B so much fun!

Each tag has things for him to pick for me to plan the perfect birthday weekend for him. I used a little square hole punch to make the boxes, just punching out of scrap cardstock from the tags. Isn’t that 4 card sweet? Sciarrino gave me some playing cards from this old game and this was in there. I also like how the happy birthday charm thing is attached to the page, I punched a (round) hold and stuck some double faced satin through one ring, brought it around back and tied it on the side. I hope he has fun filling this out so I can plan a great weekend!

My “cycle”

Cycle

This isn’t a new thought or anything, I think about my cycle a lot. My craft cycle that is. I talked to Sue today and she mentioned I’d been knitting a lot, and I have. See I go through these cycles, I think I have all my life. Maybe my mom will remember my first one, I bet it had to do with scissors and crayons, am I right. I’m just going to hit the last six years or so.

1). Beading. My first real obsession with beading came on a family trip to the redwoods, we stopped at this place that was so huge and wonderful to my like 12 year old self: The Garden of Beadin. I still have some of my beads from here because I bought them under a kinda spell, they are fun and funky, birds and things, with no real purpose for the kind of jewelry I make. I got into it big time a few years ago and Bj made me this wonderful wooden box for my birthday, he also sorted all my beads into these glass specimen containers, so so cool. I love turning them in my fingers and seeing the glass of the beads catch the light.

2). The Fine Arts. As in my degree. Painting, printmaking, oil and acrylic paintings, instillation work, photography. I loved being an art major. I loved all of these things, my upper level printing and painting classes were my life. Late nights at the studio, gallons of diet coke, crazy ideas and wonderful results.

3). Scrapbooking. I first started scrapbooking "for real" the summer before my senior year. I wanted to get it all down, I realized how fast school was going by, with crew and everything. I couldn’t even define all the years, they were running together. I got a simple Kolo set up, and started that way.

4). Quilting. Collecting paper and collecting fabric, they go hand in hand for me. I love vintage finds, and new crazy colors, stacking them up together, cutting up and sewing it. The actual quilting part, well..

5). Scrapbooking. So then I got into scrapbooking, like really into it. I worked for a scrapbooking company and if there was a slightly damaged piece of paper or extra of something they would give it to the people who worked there, including me. At first I didn’t discriminate and took anything it was all so cool to me. Then I had a major purge, found my style and stocked up on stuff, lots of stuff.

6). Knitting. I had learned knitting pretty young. With big needles and acrylic yarn. I picked it up from time to time, knitting washcloths and stuff. A new shop opened up in town and I got to see all the cool stuff, Nora, real wool, yum, yum. Then I moved onto scarfs, hats, socks, mittens, now the sweater. It’s so relaxing and portable, and I feel I can still be social with other people because usually I can talk while I’m working on projects.

7). Spinning. The new one. This is really fun and I did buy my wheel. I got it with the money my grandmother and grandfather left me, something really cool to remember forever. I hope to get into this more.

I think that pretty much covers everything that I still have contact with, you know I left out fleeting things like candle making and collage (which was huge for me in high school, I have a huge large paper collection, it’s under my bed). I miss all the things I am doing them when ever I’m not doing them. I wish I could do them all at once. I think Bj thinks I’m a little crazy, the way I jump from one thing to another. Totally stock up for something, get all into it, and then go, hey I want to do this. I have these dreams for a huge studio. Because I think if I had to pick one thing I super ultra miss, it’s painting and printmaking. The things I can not do here. The pulling up of a print after it goes through the press, ahhh I’m drooling over here. So what is the point of all this? Well that I haven’t forgotten about the other things. And I’m probably going to get kicked off stuffdock (a compilation of scrapbooking blogs), not that I know how they chose me to be on there in the first place, because I haven’t scrapbooked in so long. So maybe some day I’ll find out how to do them all at the same time and come up with this awesome joint project. We’ll see…

Of course, that was before 9-1-1

Ah food, friends, and family. It’s been helping my “issue” still haven’t been able to have diet coke or candy with much success (I have been trying). Who ever said the cut out the sugar thing, that seams to be helping, though I think it is effecting me psychologically. I brushed my teeth about six times today, so you know, soon the bloody gums will override the bad taste. Ew, just kidding I don’t press hard and I make perfect little circles with my extra soft oral b. Anyway…

Tuesday night I went out with my dad, Em, Kim, and Brent to a place downtown, DiVinci’s. It’s Italian, and since I don’t eat much of that (okay for those of you who don’t know me insert gasp here) I had these potato pancake things, a ton of the flat bread and the olives and crackers from an antipasta plate. My dad is going to be gone for a few weeks (golfing in the desert, rough, I know) so we wanted to get together before he left. I never know how we get on the subjects we get on, but we were talking about hospitals, then my dad came up with this story:

My dad had a baby sitter who had a race horse (they lived out in the country) and she brought it over one time. My grandfather said he wanted to ride it. The girl told him that it was really fast and quite temperamental, “please” said my grandfather and got on the horse. He immediately lost control and was going super fast, couldn’t see where he was going. A tree branch got him right in the chest. My dad and the baby sitter ran over. My 10 year old dad started crying when he say his dad not being able to breath right and ran down the road to a neighbor who was a doctor, “because of course that was before 911.” {at which point in the story us kids are like, wait, BEFORE 911? “hell ya, that cost billions of dollars to set up, took forever” my dad responded} This was also before children were allowed in hospitals to visit {what were they thinking here, how freaked out would a kid be if they ever had to go in one, like, due to an injury?}. The whole point of this story is this part: My dad vividly remembers his mom walking him to the Salem Hospital grounds so that my grandfather could hobble over to his third story window and wave. My dad bursting into tears and crying like crazy.

My grandfather had broken a few ribs and went home in less than a week. He never went back to the hospital until he had a stroke at the very end of his life. And it was the same hospital. He was more into “home remedies” like this red sauce he insisted on putting on any wound. It stung like crazy and stained big time, so you were wounded, then in more pain, and dyed red, but hey, it worked.


Emilie gets a kick out the pre 911 era.

Today was a crazy busy Ribbon Jar day. I found out it’s the July issue of Country Home my ric-rac will be featured in. Tonight I went to a crew friend’s (Karen’s) new house in a small town near here (Aumsville) and met up with Tracy and Karen, of course Sciarrino came with. Fun times. Don’t forget about the my peeps album over there (need to find html code for arrow pointing right) if you want to see who people are. I just added my step mom, I seriously had no pictures of her, though I thought I did. Also big things happening in the laundry room.

I love reading the free association comments:
“Moolah! (as in cash money baby!)
awesome Jodi, I was cracking up.

I also like the female deer ones, isn’t English weird, doe, dough, why can’t I spell, ya….

Free Association Wednesday

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What just popped into you head? Tell me please, it’s so interesting. Just leave a little note, right down there, where it says comments, and see what other people have to say!

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The Search Continues

You know looking at this, I think, why am I stressing about finding jars? Because I am picky, very, very picky. See I figure if people are buying all of my monthly collections they should look just absolutely drop dead gorgeous together at the end of the year, a nice line of jars, with pretty colors, and varying shapes and sizes. Well this does pose some what of a problem, because getting a set of 20 of something like decades after it was made is not the easiest thing to do in the world. Plus Bill has me super freaked out that I’m going to wipe out my area and then I won’t have any where to get jars. Then my mom has to add, “oh and you’d better stock up before canning season.” Ahhh!!! So I’ve been on the hunt. I have lots of these kind:

I make detailed notes in this cool antique ledger of every jar I make and I call these “re-flip tops” for removable flip top lids. I don’t know what they are really called. Bj and I went hunting this weekend. Drove all over town to sales and stuff. We also stopped at an antique store and there was a book on the price of jars. I thought about it, but I don’t know if I really want to know I am giving away like the Mona Lisa of jars. Just enjoy you know, I’m doing it for the ribbon-a-holics anyway! So on Bj and my hunt we found some re-flip tops (17), then my mom and I went around thrifting today. I am looking for another kind for April, the screw top lid kind.

Jar_stash
I love how the old ones get colored. I have some that are so so pink. I’m saving them for the pink jar. For a close up of “the cutest jar ever” see my picture of the day.

In other news I have a medical problem. Apparently WebMD does not consider “ass tasting mouth” to be much of a problem, but um, I DO!!! I’ve had this crappy ass taste in my mouth for like 27 hours. Yes, I am counting the hours. I have brushed, flossed, ate candy, gurgled salt water, downed diet coke, scraped my tongue until I gagged, swooshed mouth wash and anything else I could think of. The only thing that sort of worked was eating a piece of bacon, but really what does that NOT cure? And I can’t eat bacon all day long. Every time I think it is getting a little better I eat something and it (the horrible fungus in my mouth) makes it taste like crap! The worst of all this is that it is repelling me from candy (!) and diet coke (!!!), my main staples of the day. Also the one thing WebMD did tell me that if my breath smells like fruit, to call my doctor. Okay I was like, “um, how can my tastes-like-I-ate-a-handful-of-dirt mouth smell good?” So of course I made my mom sit there while I blew in her nose over and over (only a really loving mother would do this). And she said it smelled good, what the @#$@#%?!?!?! So now I’m hoping it’s not in my head, because this girl I knew had a mental breakdown thing and right before she started tasting pennies all the time and she told me her uncle to her that can mean you have some brain imbalance. Now, I don’t suck on pennies all the time, but this is definitely more of a dirt taste. Any suggestions? Did I loose any readers for ever? Grandma is this an overshare?

Mason Dixon Knitting

You may have noticed that I added a “blogs I’m addicted to” list over on the side bar. One of my new finds is Mason Dixon Knitting, now it may not be new to my readers, but it is so cool. Two women, Kay and Ann, have a blog that they write to each other and their readers in. Well their blog is way cool, and they just came out with a book. Check out this eye candy:

I scanned this in from the copy of the book that I picked up at Powell’s yesterday. When I say this is a must have/read knitting book I mean it! Not just for the awesome projects like the one above, but for the stories, tips, hints, and wonderfulness. Most knitting books aren’t really readable. They are more like galleries: seek out the pattern you want, buy super expensive yarn, and knit it. These girls have it going on with everything from super cheap cotton to rags, woolen stuff, Rowan, you name it. What I like most is the “go for it” attitude. I found it really hard to get past knitting hats and scarfs when I first started. I was so mortified to go beyond any pattern, or try anything that had something like: “K3, yo, k2tog, SKP, yo, p4…” you know, that special language that I couldn’t understand. They show and talk about cool things that can be done with laces, fair isle, and complicated things, but they also tell you how to get the look of lace by just using big needles, and simple patterns. AND they show you cool things like this blanket, done up in stockinette (knit one row, purl the next, repeat). In fact they have a whole chapter on cool things like this that a beginner beginner could do. If you love to knit you can do it, that is totally what I am getting out of this book.

After reading through the first bits I decided enough was enough about my fears of putting together my sweater, and started doing the seams! I have a little sneak peek on my picture of the day. You know what? I did have to rip out my first little bit while I was getting the hang of it, but it’s not that bad… really!