I have several posts I keep intending to write, complete with pictures stored either on my laptop or on my camera, however, I've been spending all of my free time (read time not working, eating or sleeping) trying to finish my latest project so that I can wear it to my baby shower this weekend! But now I'm at work, with no access to all of my wonderful pictures, and felt like posting something, anything. So here are some random thoughts...
The project I'm almost finished with is another Clapotis. Which I began to make once before (remember my secret knitting project?), and wisely, put aside after realizing that I would never wear it. A lesson learned about yarn color/striping choices...
My baby is, seriously, the coolest baby ever. The kicks, bumps and rolls I feel all day long definately indicate an above average intelligence, a great sense of humor and lanky legs (like Dad) all wrapped up in a sweet, mild-mannered, cute package.
I'm very excited about the baby shower my Mom, sisters and neice are throwing for me this weekend, however, I'm a little nervous, too. I get a bit of stage fright on Christmas morning opening presents in front of my immediate family, so the pressure will really be on with somewhere between twenty and thirty people thrown together in one room simply because they have one thing in common--me. And if you don't believe me, let me tell you a little story about my bridal shower. I cried when I opened ever single card, from card 1 to card X, I kid you not. Everyone thought that it was just because I am an overly-emotional ninny and started making bets about when I would lose it on my wedding day (the general consensus was at the beginning of the rehearsal the night before). And, for a tangent on this tangent--I was amazingly calm, cool and collected throughout my wedding day and the day prior. The real reason I lost it over and over at my bridal shower was nervous-ninny-ness. I was so nervous (they're all staring at me! they've all stopped talking amongst themselves like good guests and they're staring right at me!) that I cried while reading the first card and immediately realized that I would have to cry at each and every subsequent card or else I would hurt someone's feelings.
Nincompoopery is a pretty neat word.
Wo ai ni is pretty neat, too. It means I love you in Chinese.
"If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy." -- Deep Thought by Jack Handy
I've told my family that I am not knitting any gifts for Christmas--that everyone gets their knitted-gift on their birthday and that's it. And I'm trying to stick to that plan. But it's hard, there are so many potential knitted gifts out there...
My favorite song right now is "Sign on the Window" by Bob Dylan (from New Morning, 1970.).
Sometimes I wish I were British so that I could add the extra "u" in words like favorite (favourite) and humor (humour) and spell theatre just the way I did instead of theater.
I wish people would stop using the words woman and women as adjectives and use female. This is a big one for journalists, it seems, I'm always hearing about "women doctors" or "women televangelists" or "women marines" but, oddly enough, I never hear about "men doctors, televangelists, marines" or the like. Melissa Block and Robert Segal seem to have no problem talking about the "woman etymologist" but I doubt either of them would say the "man etymologist." No, because that sounds stupid. They would say the "male etymologist" and sound smart. For lack of a better scapegoat, I've decied to blame it all on The League of Women Voters.
Marry me a wife, catch rainbow trout,
Have a bunch of kids who call me "Pa,"
That must be what it's all about,
That must be what it's all about.
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from New Morning, 1970.
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