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My mp3 player is a lot like me - very ecclectic. I've got music for all my moods.
A song for each letter perhaps. This should give a good example of the types of music that are on my player.
A - A Foggy Day in London(Michael Buble) B - Beat It(Michael Jackson) ya I know - don't beat me up over it. C - Chattanooga Choo Choo(Harry Connick Jr.) D - Don't Worry, Be Happy(Bobby McFerrin) E - Every Little Thing She Does is Magic(Police) F - Friends in Low Places(Garth Brooks) G - Grease(Franki Valli) H - Hips Don't Lie(Shakira) I - I Fall to Pieces(Patsy Cline) J - Jive Talkin'(Bee Gee's) K - Kiss on my list(Hall & Oates) L - Light My Fire(Doors) M - Music Box Dancer(Frank Mills) N - No One is to blame(Howard Jones) 0 - One Night in Bangkok(Murray Head) P - Picture(Sheryl Crow & Kid Rock) Q - Nada R - Rock N' Roll Song(Valdy) S - Sundown(Gordon Lightfoot) T - These Eyes(The Guess Who) U - Unto the least of these(Steve Bell) V - Nada W - Why don't you do right(Benny Goodman) X - Nada Y - You're the inspiration(Chicago) Z - Nada
Awhile back I designed this handy soap bag. It's a great way to wash up in the tub or shower. They knit up very quickly, and they make nice little gifts with a special bar of soap.
(This is done up in a nice single chevron stitch that makes for a nice scrubbing texture, project can be done in an hour!) Materials: 1 ball crochet cotton, 4.50mm knitting needles. Tapestry needle, 4.00mm crochet hook.
Cast on 20 sts. Do three rows Knitting. This creates a top border. Row 4: (Right Side) K2, * p1, k3, rep from * across to last 2 sts, K 2. Row 5: K 2, * K 1, P5, K1, P1, rep from * across to last 2 sts, K 2. Row 6: K 2, * K 2, P1, K 3, P1, K1, rep from * across to last 2 sts, K2. Row 7: K 2, * P2, K1, P1, K1, P3, rep from * across to last 2 sts, K2.
Continue working from row 4-7 until you have a nice long rectangle of approximately 9 inches long. Then to the bottom border with three rows knitting.
Finishing: Fold piece in half length ways and (with wrong side of work facing), stitch up left and right sides.
With crochet hook ch 61, sc in second ch from hook and each after that. This will be your bag tie. You can attach a safety pin or needle and thread through top opening to create the tie. Then pull tight and tie into a bow.
Optional-Wrist Handle. With cotton and crochet hook make a chain of 41. Do a sc in second ch from hook and each thereafter. Attach this tie to either the left or the right side of bag for the handle. This is handy for hanging onto it while washing.
Finishing insert a bar of soap into bag and secure close.
Yesterday I brought some lovely Scones to my ladies meeting. They were quite delicous and everyone enjoyed them thoroughly. Several of the ladies asked me for the 'secret' ingredient they assumed I had used to make them so special.
I think the confusion came when they kept referring to my lovely scones as biscuits.....yikes! Biscuits and scones are two completely different things. If you are expecting a biscuit to taste like a scone you have another think coming. Biscuits are very simple fare - flour, baking powder, salt, oil, but in their own right they are quite good and versatile. They not only make a good breakfast but they can be served with a nice stew at dinner time. A Scone is much more rich, a lot more like a pastry as it generally calls for shortening and cream as well as the usual ingredients.
Anyways, the scones turned out fabulous. I brought some nice raspberry jam with no pectin and a bit of butter - they were lovely with a hot cup of tea.
When you're growing up, you desire your independence. You can't wait to break out on your own - do things your way. I remember those days when Mom was the last person I'd want to be talking with on the phone or going to a movie with. There were days growing up when I never thought I'd get there. Why was there such a rush?
I remember when I turned 10 and that was such a huge deal - everyone was exclaiming double digits with huge smiles on their faces. After that there were many milestones. Every year I'd be counting down the days for one birthday or another. ...when I'm 16... when I'm 17... and eventually the big hurrah....when I'm 18!
There's been a bit of years between then and now, and it's a whole different ballgame. Now it's me calling Mom to see if she can go for coffee, a movie or just to chat. The older I get the more I find that I need my mother. Sometimes when life gets tough she's the best person to call. No one listens quite like moms do. She doesn't try to fix all my problems, but she's always there to sit and listen whenever I need her.
Being a mother of a teenager I see a lot of myself in her. She's giving me the exact same indepence grief that I know I gave my mother. We butt heads a bit and I know that she still needs me even though she doesn't realize and I also know that in a few more years it's going to be Mom this and Mom that. I can hardly wait to become a friend to my daughter and enjoy that special relationship.
You see my mother always said to me 'I don't think that cord was ever cut'. She'd say this because she always seemed to have a sixth sense when one of us kids needed her even across the miles she'd know something was up.
This once again will come into play as tomorrow my mom heads off to another province and we'll have to rely on our 'tie' that binds to keep us connected across the miles. For when one of us needs the other we'll surely know and no matter how far away we ever get from each other nothing can cut those ties.
Well here it is MardiGras Tuesday - Shrove Tuesday or as some refer to it as FatTuesday. Whatever you choose to call it, it's generally a day where we as Catholics eat a lot of pancakes and clear the house of any snacks and goodies that we have lying around.
In our house we refer to it as Shrove Tuesday. We have a long time family tradition of serving pancakes for supper. Tonight will be no different. We'll have some homemade pancakes, sizzling sausages served with some pure maple syrup and lot's of hot tea.
The sound of two kids is what made me jump out of bed this morning. What on earth is going on, where I am I and what day is it(all ran through my head). Soon it hit me like a brick, it was Monday and it was beginning with a bang!
Suffering through a shower where I constantly felt a cold breeze(see what happens when you're cheap and turn down the heat), I also was subjected to a never ending chorus of my kids bantering back and forth. They both need to have access to the freezer and the fridge at the same time - no matter if one of them was already at the fridge and the freezer opening was threatening to knock her on her keester. They woke up with an extra dose of the grumpies and double helping of selfishness.
Yes, this day was beginning like most do in our cozy little home. I tried to imagine that things would get better. After all, I did have a date with a bowl of steel cut oats coming my way. Then I tasted them and I thought maybe it was just me, but they tasted just a little off. I don't think it was all to do with them being a little overcooked. I still ate them, after all it must just be my taste buds - DH didn't complain.
Although it is a cold Monday, I thought I'd wear a skirt to work. This way people actually see my feminine side once in awhile. Well I get to work and get myself settled in and then I see it yep, that's right S T A T I C C L I N G! My denim skirt is clinging to me everytime I move. Perfect, my day is getting off to a good start indeed!
I was asking DH to bring me a sweater from home as I was just chilled to the bone. That's when it hit me.....I forgot to bring my lunch...Argh! So now I have no lunch and it's Monday and going home is difficult as there is a group that needs access to the building right at one p.m. and we live across town. I debated on and off for a bit until my next bang.
The office cleaners weren't showing up and I was beginning to think they weren't coming, nope - they decided to show up at 11:30 a.m. today. Now if I stay here for lunch I will have a lunch full of interruptions and noise from the whirring of the floor polisher etc. So my peaceful lunch with a tin of Alphagetti(Don't ask...pms) and my knitting were now on hold. I would have to eat lunch at home very quickly and get back here in time.
Now of course I left my nutritious Alphagetti at work and I needed something quick to have for lunch. Well how about a lovely bowl of Muffets, sounds absolutely wonderful. I am the queen of cereal after all. So I prepare a nice bowl of muffets and sit down for lunch. First taste, yuck! What's wrong with my cereal? So I brilliantly take a sip of just the milk - ok something is really not right - next step is to smell the milk. Now there's the culprit the darn milk is sour. My stomach churns as I think of the whole bowl of steel oats I ate. DH tries to soothe things with the whole 'it didn't curdle our tea this morming' bit. Now that's true but still the thought...yuck! Now that was a first, sour milk. Usually our milk isn't around long enough to think not for a second about turning. I guess I won't buy milk again from there and it was .40 more to boot.
So of course I don't think the day will be any worse until DH begrudingly tells me that a meeting he was hoping wouldn't be on tonight had been scheduled and he has to go out. I don't know what the rest of the day will bring but DH is convinced the best thing to do is to lock me in my room with my knitting - hey that sounds pretty darn good!
Yes :), I have gotten either really brave or I have fallen off of my rocker - either way I have started my first pair of socks. I got a lot of help and encouragement from my local yarn store - well a bit from my DH too - thanks hun!
Here is a pic of the beginning of my first pair of socks. The hard part at first was learning to use the dpns, gosh it felt awkward.
I have read a few dozen tutorials and somehow have managed to get this far - it feels like a miracle.