Zoom, zoom, zoom!

I present thee....my very own ZOOMER! I am so excited I want to squeal!

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It is the perfect little car. It is a little Ford Focus, with five doors (hatchback in the back). It sits 5, so it is perfect for our little family. And it gives great gas mileage--woohoo!

The children are very excited about Mom's new carrito. We still need to get all the paperwork done and then we will be able to take it out for a few spins around town. More pictures of the carrito later on.

Thank you everyone who helped me destash my yarn. I was able to raise about 10% of the cost of my carrito and that made me feel quite well.

Now all I need is a few days behind the wheel of my carrito and then I can take my driving test! EEEEEK! I am thinking, I am going to try to get my license by my birthday...that gives me about 15 days to practice. A license by my 30th birthday...that would be so neat!


Book Wormies Contest

Since munchkin #1 started school, we have had a strong reading regimen around the house. We have devoured book after book after book. We started off with the recommended 15minutes a day but it has gone up considerably! Although picture books are nice, we have moved on to books with more words and just a few pictures. Over the weekend, we decided to start reading the HP books and although I had my doubts at first that they will keep my son's attention, he has really taken to them. We read about 4 to 5 pages a night and although they would take me about five minutes to read, I stop after each paragraph and ask him questions from the paragraph--I figure a little reading comprehension should be okay at his age.

We have been having so much fun with books and outdoor activities that I am about 5minutes away from cancelling our tv cable! I never thought we could live without it but the truth is that in the past week we have probably watched about 20 minutes all week.

In an effort to build a good library collection, here is the question of the day: What are some good books that your children/nieces/nephews/neighbors have enjoyed?

Let's make it a contest: leave me a comment with: a title of a children's book and why you like the book in the comments section. For every title you get 1 entry.

You win: Sock yarn from my stash: SweetGeorgia in Envy (green with little brown spots)

You have until: Sunday (Sept. 16) to leave me a title in the comments section.

Speaking of books, I took a little quiz about books and personality and it came up with this for me. I think it fits me...what say ye?


You're Anne of Green Gables!
by L.M. Montgomery
Bright, chipper, vivid, but with the emotional fortitude of cottage cheese, you make quite an impression on everyone you meet. You're impulsive, rash, honest, and probably don't have a great relationship with your parents. People hurt your feelings constantly, but your brazen honestly doesn't exactly treat others with kid gloves. Ultimately, though, you win the hearts and minds of everyone that matters. You spell your name with an E and you want everyone to know about it.
Take the Book Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.


24...

It is not my age...nor the miles I biked. It is however the number of hours I have been up. My eyes hurt, my Secretproject2_3 hands hurt, and I am seeing charts everywhere I look. I have been seaming and weaving in ends non-stop. My love for wool has increased greatly as I see how great it blocks compared to ACK-rylic! I think for the first time in my knitting life, I am most definitely Cabled-out.

If you need me...I'll be in the corner seaming and weaving in ends!

Hubby just came in from his run...he is training for the Top of Utah Marathon...anyways, he says he has to read the post before I publish because I may sound a little crazy from lack of sleep...watch ya thunk?


Down Main Street

LearnerpermitThe cramps in my belly were the worst ever. My hands were sweating, my heart was pumping, my face was flushed and the fear was so overwhelming that I knew that if I stopped laughing that I would in a second start crying. It reminded me of the day that I got married and I just kept cracking jokes and laughing just so the fear wouldn't overtake me.

For two hours, I talked non-stop and laughed at the wrong moments just to push down my fear. Like when he said, "let's do a two point turn right here" and I did but once in the driveway instead of pushing the brake I floored the gas. The white garage door that at first was about 25 feet away came to a good 10 feet away. My heart sank to my knees and the tears were on the verge off falling down my cheeks and my teacher at that precise moment just laughed and reassured me that everything was alright. 

Two-hours, the longest two hours of my life. Turn left here, turn right here, make a u-turn, check the blind spot, and don't forget the mirrors. Ahhh, so many things to look at...my brain is not used to it. And at the end of it all, I went down main street where the speed went from 45 all the way to 55--I almost peed in my pants! Driving...looks easier than it is...my hat off to all you drivers out there! I still have 2 more lessons behind the wheel but as of right now, I am not looking forward to them, not one bit! 

In the knitting front: I have been loom knitting non-stop. I have a deadline coming up that it is keeping me super busy. I'll check with the boss to see if I can give ya a sneek peek.

Triathlon training: Running...not good, haven't gotten out, my knee hurts with the impact and I don't want to hurt :(. Bike: I went on a 18mile bike ride on Saturday--it was fast and sweet, still doing 13mph. I am thinking that to improve my mileage I am going to have to go with clipless pedals...another bump in the road. Swimming: I am swimming about 20-24 laps every other day. I am loving the time at the pool. But the big news in my swimming is not the laps but that I have a class scheduled for today to learn to do flip turns. If I learn to do flip turns, my time can decrease by a few seconds each lap and I will finally achieve  one of my swimming goals. I'll report on the flip turns on Wednesday...stay tuned to the Purling Sprite channel.

Picture: my Learner's Permit. I took the test on Thursday. I hadn't planned on taking it. I just woke up and decided to go to the DMV and get it over. Passed it on the first try....with only 1 wrong. What a shame that driving is not as easy.


Seven Things....about me & contest!

*Edited*Scroll down to find out about the contest.

KnittyOtter tagged me for this interesting Meme where I get to tell you 7 random things about me. The tag came at a really great time as I have lots of knitting done but none that I can show....not just yet anyways. So here we go, 7 randomly things about the Purling Sprite.

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1. The first thing I do when I get in the shower is shave my underarms. I shave my legs every day too--even during winter. I can't stand the little stubs! If I ever go anywhere and I forget a razor, I must stop at a grocery store and buy one. When we went to NY, I lost my razor (maid threw it out!) at one of the hotels and I had to buy an entire bag so I could have extras.

2. If my yarn gets tangled too much, I prefer to throw it out rather than to sit there for hours unkinking it! It drives me nuts.

3. My favorite movies are usually comics come to the big screen. Have been playing with the idea to subscribe to different comic books :).

4. I like to read the last page of a book first (crazy habit!)

5. I have suffered from vertigo since I was little--hate it! It is worse when I am going to bed and the entire room just goes around in circles around me.

6. When I was a child, I ran away from home three times. Once at age 5, once at age 6, and once at age 15.

7. I got my first real kiss at age 12...he was twice my age.

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Pictures: Mystery projects I have currently going.

Now...c'mon tell me at least one (1)  random juicy tidbit about yourself. :).

*I just realized that I am really close to hitting 3600 comments. So as a result of this and to celebrate that I survived a really close call on my bike (I'll tell you about it on another day, promise), let's have a contest. Tell me one (1) juicy tidbit about yourself (just leave a comment) and I will enter you into a contest. You have from now until May 31st to leave me a comment on this post, with one (1) juicy tidbit about you. It will be fun :) and I'll have a way to get to know you.

What will the prize be: 1 skein of STR--yep, you can win 1 skein of Socks that Rock!


105.4

105.4 is a great number for let's say a radio station, or even a great number for my Runagogo goal (which I have happily and sweately met). However, 105.4 is not such a great number when it comes to your body temperature! Yep, my friends, that was me this weekend--fevering up and my body emitting enough heat to cook an egg on my skin! Unfortunately, it wasn't only me, the two little ones were also sick which had us on our toes checking Little Benny's temperature every 10 minutes and dosing her up with good old tylenol and motrin to prevent another seizure instance.

Today, we all seem to be on our way to recovery--fevers are down considerably, sore throats still remain, and runny noses. And for Mom because she loves to see the sight of blood so much--a regular dose of bloody noses--I had at least 6 today, I just hope I don't get any while I am sleeping--that could get messy!

But since this is a knitting blog and I like to keep things happy--I want to turn over your attention to a great blog that was introduced to me today by my friend Alwen-- TECHknitting. This blog--rocks!! It has enough information to keep one busy for hours! If you have ever wondered why knitting curls? Or how to achieve a more even stockinette look--jump on over and check this blog out. It is a treasure!!

And I am so psyched about this one last thing--Loom Knitters Circle Magazine was featured in Craftzine--this just made my day--it even made me forget about all the bloody noses and the bag of tissues I was carrying around. Thank you Craftzine for helping us spread the word about loom knitting.


awie!

Crap!! I just burned myself with extremelly hot oil! I am such a ditz! I was putting onions to fry and I for some dumb reason had my left hand under my right and I was putting in the onions on the frying pan with my right and when I threw the onions in, the oil jumped into my left hand (which I had it cupped too!). It hurts so badly. My middle finger is puffing up and I took out my wedding band just in case my ring finger gets puffy too. Ouch, ouch, ouch! My middle finger hurts the most than anything else...ouch! sniff, sniff, sniff.


Sick...achhoo!

Achoo! I think I am a bit sick. My head is pounding, my throat hurts, I keep sneezing, and my nose is starting to feel like I have sparklies inside.

Although there is no knitting content, I have something knitty related to offer. For some weird reason, I have been receiving two copies of Interweave Knits, this is the second time. Anyways, I have an extra copy of IK, if anyone out there wants it, please drop me a note. I don't know what to do with the extra. I also have the previous issue too (just don't know where in the house it is, ha!). But I do have the current issue handy, so if you need it--holler!

Pass me a tissue pleaasee.


Story Time

I saw this over at Pixie Purls and although it is somewhat like a MEME, it is a bit more in depth and I thought it was a great way for you to get to know me a bit more.

My story and thus my journey begins when I arrived to NY from Mexico....I was 15 years old at the time. My life before 15 was pretty rough and well it is best that it stays in the past.

Once upon a time...a 15 year old ran away from home. At the time, she was living with her grandparents in Mexico, her Mom lived in NY. She dreamed every day of living one day with her Mom and being able to walk down 5th Ave, just like they do in the movies. After waiting for years for her Mom to come pick her up and bring her to the fanciful world of opportunities, she got fed up and picked up a set of clothes and ran away from home. She didn't go too far, but far enough to get her Momma's attention.  She only lived away from home for a few weeks, all the while her Grandparents and her Mom deviced a way to bring her to the States...and thus our story begins.

When I arrived to NY, I had so many dreams and aspirations. I dreamed of one day being one of the fancy people that you see on tv--wearing beautiful clothes and living in a beautiful apartment...kind of like Sex in the City style. Boy did I have a rude awakening!! I was small and insignificant and I didn't know how to speak the language. I lived in Queens, NY, which is not bad but it is not Manhattan. My dreams of going to school did not come to fruition right away, instead, I got a job with my mom at a factory. It was terrible...I was the youngest person working there, the pay was not bad compared to Mexican standards, but now that I look back it was terrible! I worked there for about 6 months, the worst 6 months of my adult life (yeah, I count being 15 an adult as I had to already pay my own rent and pay for my own food). My aunt, who is only 3 years older than me lived with us and she was always the sporty type person. She dragged my fat a$$ to a Tae Kwon Do class and being easily pressured, I signed up. I thought it was going to be a waste of money, but joining lead me to the best path that I should have taken at that time.

At the class, I met a wonderful guy whom had the bestest and most wonderful parents. Him and his family encouraged me to enrolled in high school, and they convinced my Momma that it was the best path for me to take--if she ever wanted me to be more than just a factory worker. My Momma thought about it and of course had to take into consideration all the expenses. A mother always wants the best for her children and she did the best by me. She enrolled me in school! At the age of 16, I was a Freshman at Newtown HS.

The first year of school were the hardest for me. I had to learn a new language while at the same time learn school curriculum. At first, I thought I could handle at least Math in an English class setting but after the first semester of failing--think 14, 18...etc., I gave up and had to swallow my pride and ask for a Spanish class. Once in the Spanish class--math became my number one subject. From that day on, I was pretty good at it: joined the math league, and many other math associations (long forgotten names, but I have tons of certificates and junk like that). I immersed myself in the English language completely--watched tv in English, heard radio in English...and tried to speak in English all the time. At first it was difficult, but after a few months, my teflon brain started letting some of the information stick. I had wonderful, dedicated teachers...they cared for every single one of us and they gave of their time freely--they understood that they had our future in their hands. I owe them who I am today--I really do! I graduatedwith 3 college classes under my belt and in the top percentile of my class and ..okay, I was # 23, not valedictorian, but when there are 797 students graduating, it is hard to be valedictorian. In my book of achievements, graduating from HS in the top percentile was huge. I not only learned different subjects, but I also learned English, and I learned that I did have a chance in this world! Giving a person a new path is the best gift ever! I was given that...I was given the chance to become something more than just a bum!

During my high school career, I didn't work much, I helped around the offices at school and was always in the library, either as an aide, or reading. I figured that my time would be better spent learning rather than playing: I quickly learned that if I wanted to become someone--other than a factory worker--that I needed to learn and learn and learn. In my senior year, I got a job at a cafe at the mall--I loved that job. I loved the interaction with the customers and my relationship with my co-workers. In a short-time, the enthusiasm for my job got me the position of manager (which is not hard to get, but you have to be friendly to get it and responsible to manage the money). I loved that job....I enjoyed putting ice-cream in the cones, hehehehe. I left that job when I went to college in the city.

College...my college life was wonderful. I attended Baruch College for my first 3 years and I had some of the most wonderful friends. I worked too: I worked as a tutor in the math department, then in one of the offices as an aide, then in my 2nd year I got a job with a big marketing company. I started small, just as a receptionist--but I loved it. Again, the interaction with everyone every day was fascinating, I got to smile and say hello to everyone who came in, and every now and then I got to work with the big shots of the company. Then, I got a huge break--one of the main executive assistants left the company and she recommended me to take her position. I was in heaven--my pay went up about 50% and my work load went down about 50%, lol. Answering 1 phone and answering emails, typing a letter or two, or arranging meetings was easy. I loved it! My boss was also very nice..he was a nice older gentleman, always happy (even when the numbers were bad) and he always said "take your time".

Schoolwise, I was doing great: great grades, awesome classes, again, terrific teachers.I got to join Golden Key NHS where I met my amazing, lovely, wonderful friends. If you think that honor society members are geeks--you are highly mistaken. We were a bunch of roudy, loud, happy bunch--a bit on the naughty nutty side too.

It was at one of these Golden Key conferences where I met a hunk of a guy from Utah. I was head over heels for the kid...he had blue eyes and I was always a sucker for blue eyes. Then, I got it in my head that I wanted to change career gears from the business world to the world of nature--geology to be more exact. So I looked into schools that had a geology degree--and guess what, Utah State University had one...for that matter, a lot of schools in Utah did...what a concidence!!

I applied to Utah State and I was accepted...I moved to Utah. The boy whom I met in the Golden Key conference got lost in the shuffle, but then came my wonderful love and friend--Sammer. We "dated" for about 6 months. On one Christmas day, he asked me to marry him...he just blurted it out, he had not planned it, and once it was out he couldn't take it back in. Once he asked, my first words out were "are you sure? cuz this is forever we are talking". 4 months later we were married in the beautiful, majestic Logan Temple.

While married, I finished my degree--no, not geology, but Business Administration. I graduated with a very decent gpa...enough to make me proud, hehehehe, and enough to make my kids work very hard :). I had a few jobs at the university, nothing too serious, just working at different offices doing office work.

Now, Sammer and I have 2 wonderful little ones: they are a handful, but we love them and we couldn't imagine our lives without them, or without each other. I help him out at his job but mostly stay home with the kids...life has been good. The first 15 years of my life left me with a lot to be desired...I thought that I was unloved and one of the unwanted children of the world, but the last 15 years (ok, 14) have been quite good, my life has changed for the better. No, I am not rich, nor do I have an office job, nor do I walk among the glamourous people of Sex and the City, but I am happy. I have a beautiful family who loves me and friends who are only a phone call away. In a sense, my life is like a cinderalla story...a happy ending...or at least I am having a happy middle, or to be more accurate, the beginning of a very happy life :).

This is my story...at least half of it :). Thanks for sticking around to read it.

I have this post pre-saved to publish while I am on my way to California. Wish me luck...I hope they don't mind my Rosita accent too much--to tell you the truth, I am most concerned about my accent than about my knowledge of loom knitting...hope they understand me and I don't sound too horribly.

Pictures of my past...


I am a liberated woman!

Today, I decided to become free to one of my many bondages. No more will I be dependent on someone else to take me around (well--at least not to near-by places). Today, I got off my duff (not-literally) and got the courage to do something that I had never had the nerve to do before. It took me 28 years (almost 29!) but today, I finally learned how to ride a bike! Yes, you read that correctly, today, I learned how to ride a bike--with no training wheels at all! I am so freaking proud of myself!! I want the world to know that Isela aka Purling Sprite can now ride a bike. And since I am just to freaking old to have my Momma show you a picture of my first ride, hubby did the honors of recording this little mini-movie of my ride...enjoy (and laugh as I laughed when I watched it--I look so pathetic--a 28 year old learning how to ride a bike..pretty pathetic, hehehehe)

And now, I shall go and put some ice on my butt because it hurts! No one told me that riding a bike made your bottom hurt. I know I have some padding down there from all the tacos I eat but darn it--it is not enough, I reckon I need to eat a few more tacos to put more padding down there cuz my bottom is sore....me thinks me needs a massage....hehehehehe.

Yay for me...now I can go to rent my own movies and I can even go to the local library---watch out, I am getting liberated. Next thing you know...I may even learn how to drive...and I may even get shoes (jk...hahahahahahahaha).

Mybike Look at my sweet ride--it is purple! Now, if I could customize one that said "Purling Sprite Rides" ;).


My Sweeeet Life--in a List

After checking the things in this list, I have come to the realization that I have lead a really boring life. Actually, this morning, on my way to Roy, UT, we had a little panic attack, we were about to cross the railroad crossing when the rails started lowering, we were right in the middle---it was so scary. We crossed as fast as we could, but the first words out of my mouth were "me life flashed before me eyes....it was boring" and to attest to my boring life...here is the list of the things I have done and not done.

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink

02. Swam with wild dolphins

03. Climbed a mountain

04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive

05. Been inside the Great Pyramid

06. Held a tarantula

07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone

08. Said 'I love you' and meant it

09. Hugged a tree

10. Bungee jumped

11. Visited Paris

12. Watched a lightning storm at sea

13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise

14. Seen the Northern Lights

15. Gone to a huge sports game

16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa

17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables

18. Touched an iceberg

19. Slept under the stars

20. Changed a baby's diaper

21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon

22. Watched a meteor shower

23. Gotten drunk on champagne

24. Given more than you can afford to charity

25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope

26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment

27. Had a food fight

28. Bet on a winning horse

29. Asked out a stranger

30. Had a snowball fight

31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can

32. Held a lamb

33. Seen a total eclipse

34. Ridden a roller coaster

35. Hit a home run

36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking

37. Adopted an accent for an entire day

38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment

39. Had two hard drives for your computer

40. Visited all 50 states

41. Taken care of someone who was drunk

42. Had amazing friends

43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country

44. Watched wild whales

45. Stolen a sign

46. Backpacked in Europe

47. Taken a road-trip

48. Gone rock climbing

49. Midnight walk on the beach

50. Gone sky diving

51. Visited Ireland

52. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love

53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them

54. Visited Japan

55. Milked a cow

56. Alphabetized your cd's

57. Pretended to be a superhero

58. Sung karaoke

59. Lounged around in bed all day

60. Posed nude in front of strangers

61. Gone scuba diving

62. Kissed in the rain

63. Played in the mud

64. Played in the rain

65. Gone to a drive-in theater

66. Visited the Great Wall of China

67. Started a business

68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken

69. Toured ancient sites

70. Taken a martial arts class

71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight

72. Gotten married

73. Been in a movie

74. Crashed a party

75. Gotten divorced

76. Gone without food for 5 days

77. Made cookies from scratch

78. Won first prize in a costume contest

79. Ridden a gondola in Venice

80. Gotten a tattoo

81. Rafted the Snake River

82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"

83. Got flowers for no reason

84. Performed on stage

85. Been to Las Vegas

86. Recorded music

87. Eaten shark

88. Had a one-night stand

89. Gone to Thailand

90. Bought a house

91. Been in a combat zone

92. Buried one of your parents

93. Been on a cruise ship

94. Spoken more than one language fluently

95. Performed in Rocky Horror.

96. Raised children

97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour

98. Created and named your own constellation of stars

99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country

100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over

101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge

102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking

103. Had plastic surgery

104. Survived an illness that you shouldn't have survived

105. Wrote articles for a large publication

106. Lost over 100 pounds

107. Held someone while they were having a flashback

108. Piloted an airplane

109. Petted a stingray

110. Broken someone's heart

111. Helped an animal give birth

112. Won money on a T.V. game show

113. Broken a bone

114. Gone on an African photo safari

115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced

116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol

117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild

118. Ridden a horse

119. Had major surgery

120. Had a snake as a pet

121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon

122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours

123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states

124. Visited all 7 continents

125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days

126. Eaten kangaroo meat

127. Eaten sushi

128. Had your picture in the newspaper

129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about

130. Gone back to school

131. Parasailed

132. Petted a cockroach

133. Eaten fried green tomatoes

134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey

135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read

136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating

137. Skipped all your school reunions

138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language

139. Been elected to public office

140. Written your own computer language

141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream (every day)

142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care

143. Built your own PC from parts

144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you

145. Had a booth at a street fair

146: Dyed your hair

147: Been a DJ

148: Shaved your head

149: Caused a car accident

150: Saved someone's life

There should be 2 more in there but...for privacy purposes they shall stay unmarked, hehehehe.


My Music, My World

This is my music world just for Lolly! I was inspired after seing Kim's! I am not a person who remembers the names of singers, so my list is pretty limited. I tend to listen a lot to the radio and lately to a lot of the Nick Jr. theme songs...hahahah. Let's see, do you know the name of the show where following words come from: "we are not too big, and we are not too tough, but when we work together we've got the right stuff....."

Create your own Music List @ HotFreeLayouts!


Trying to feel girlish

Once upon a time, there was this petite, bronzed girl, (even a little comely to the eyes), this chick would spend hours fixing her hair, doing the make up thingy, soaking herself in luxurious baths just so her skin would be as soft as a baby's skin.

Fast forward 4 years and  there is no commely, petite girl, instead, you've got me. Make up has gone downhill, my hair--who the heck has time to do her hair when the baby needs diapering, or when the toddler is calling at the top of his lungs so the whole neighborhood knows that he needs his bottom cleaned! I am lucky to sometimes get a few minutes to get a shower and change my shirt ( that was covered with milk/cookies/cake/breakfast/lunch/and whatever else the baby found on the floor and decided that the perfect spot for it was my shirt) before hubby gets home.

Today though, I woke up with a new view. I really want that "old" girl that my hubby met 6 years ago. No, I don't want her mentality again, but I would like to look a little bit like I used to. I would like to wake up each morning and get in the shower and spend the next hour or two getting ready for the day. I would like to smell like Channel No. 5 again, not like last night's dinner. I would like my makeup to stay on, or at least to visit my face for more than on my two weekly outings.

So, what is a girl to do when she looks in the mirror and then in the "make up box" and realizes that all her stuff is at least 2 years old (yeah! that is how old my make up is), a trip to the mall was in order. I have even forgotten all the numbers/color combinations that I used to purchase. As I stood at the Clinique counter muttering like an idiot--no, I do not remember my foundation number, nor my pressed powder number, can you give me some samples to see which color I fall under--all the while trying to keep baby N away from the shiny bottles containing all the different magic potions. Then, I glanced at one of their mirrors, you know the nice round ones that have the perfec lighting to let you know of all your imperfections--well, I just felt worse! As I looked closer into the mirror, I realized one truth that I hadn't realized--I am older! Yes, I know that I have had birthdays, but I never paid attention to what it meant to my body, to my face, to the impact gravity is having on the body--no wonder I need extra support in certain areas!

The question kicking around in my head--what made me change so much? was it my move from NY to UT? Was it lazyness? Lack of time? Whatever it is, it must stop...even if I have to wake up early to feel more human in the morning. Maybe that is the reason my neighbor wakes up at 5 am each morning--you can knock on her door at 6am and she has her makeup on, her hair is gorgeously arranged, and her house is all arranged...hmm, maybe I should take a page from her book. I must turn my page and open it to the new chapter...wish me luck.


Life and a contest

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough

without ever having felt sorry for itself

D.H. Lawrence

I have had the above written on a piece of paper since I moved here from NY. I kept several copies of it in different textbooks/books, every time I felt "picked on" or just out sync with the world, I would pull one out.

It has been sitting on my desk neatly folded for a couple of weeks now. No, I don't feel "picked on", I have been feeling a little bit "wonky" for the past few weeks--anxious, can't concentrate, and frankly I feel like I am on a caffeine high all the time--and I don't even drink coffee or anything caffeinated. Even my close friends have noticed something different--heck you have to know there is something wrong when I don't want to go to Knitter's Nite in Knots. I wish I knew what it was, I sometimes blame it on "too much junk to do and I can't do it all on my own", sometimes I blame it on "my weird problematic childhood", other times, I just say to myself that I just need to go on "a happy Prozac day".

Dsc04383 A well needed lift me up was what I needed and dear Denise had the greatest timing. Thanks for the lift-me up :). I really needed it.

Trivia: What movie was the above poem featured on?

The first one to guess correctly can win a little prizey. (I love to receive, but I also love to give ;) ). Email me at Iselap AT gmail DOT com with your guess.

***Edit***We have a winner Julie guessed correctly and we are in the midsts of working out a prizey for her.

I enjoy this gift giving too much, so let's keep the contest going, this time leave me a comment. If you know the movie, leave me a comment and I will collect the names and then select a random one and give another prizey :). If you loom knit, you can participate too--you may get a little loom as a prizey :). Let's have a deadline of Sunday, Feb. 5th at midnight MST. So get your name in and you may win one of my stash possessions. Now, don't you all be harrasing Julie for the answer, hehehe.


Happy Birthday To Me, Happy Birthday To me

Today is the grand day, 28 years ago my poor Mum was in agony and hating every minute, you see, I was born in a not so rich country, Mexico, so drugs over there are hard to come, unless you want to give up your first born, and since I was the first born, there was no way of her getting any of that wonderful epidoural (sp?). But, I digress. Anyways, 28 years ago I came out to say hello to this world and well, here I am...still :).

Roses_3 It has been a great day, although I have a terrible, miserable, wretched cold, everyone around me has tried to make my day special...everyone, except my neighbor upstairs whom woke me up again at the ungodly hour of 5 am, but again I digress. I was telling you of how lucky I am this day.

My super duper, awesome, terrific SP send me some gorgeous roses. Let me tell ya, when I opened the door and the Fedex guy handed me the box, my jaw dropped, I immediately thought--it can't be, DAman wouldn't send me flowers, but maybe he did. So I opened the box, then the envelope and my jaw dropped to the floor. My amazing secret pal went out of her secret pal duties to make my day super special. I feel very lucky to have her all to me for the next 2 months :).

The RAOK community has also been super supportive on my day. I have received at least a dozen e-cards wishing me a happy b-day. Thank you all of you....so nice to be remembered.

BreadThen, came this yummmm bread, courtesy of the faithful visiting teachers. What? Are you saying half of one loaf is already eaten--no worries, I didn't eat it all by myself, promise, I shared a pinch little bit with the kids...I am generous, I will share the rest, promise.

SpinningSam finally arrived around 5:30 from a long day at work and handed me the books on the picture. Of course, I was grateful, but I didn't know what I was going to do with spinning books, granted, I have two spindles, but these are for wheel spinning. What in heck am I to do with them, and then...drum roll please, he tells me my real present. Are you ready for this...Yep, TravellerspinningwheelYou guessed it! I am the brand new owner of the Traveller, double treadle, scotch tension Ashford wheel. Sam is giving it a nice finish just for me. He ordered it finished, but the finished is not up to his standards, so he is re-doing the finish.

Now, I just need to learn how to use it...

Next year, I'll probably buy an angora rabbit, a llama, and a sheep to keep my addiction going. Oh, and I guess, I will need a real house, not an apartment!

Thank you everyone for all the good wishes... :).


Icky

So what do you do when you have a 3 year old sick with the stomach flu, loads of laundry to wash and fold, a dirty nasty bathroom floor, a 9 month old baby wanting attention, 3 loom projects to finish, oh, and the "responsible Mum" is feeling like road kill that has been run over a few times too many. Nothing! Nothing gets done, I tell ya!

5pm and "responsible Mum" is still wearing pajamas-she got a bath, but she is still wearing pajamas. Lunch consisted of dry toast for both 3 year old and Mum. 9 month old baby got some baby food that smelled nastily to Mum and rushed Mum to worship the royal throne. 

Well, I don't want to leave you with that mental picture, instead, I will share with you the beautiful cables I cranked out yesterday on a knitting board. They are my first attempt on a knitting board--the top sample will become a scarf :).

Cables_2

Cables2

*Update, Mum finally decided that the bathroom floor and dishes were just too much for her. So, reluctantly, she became friends with the mop and bucket and disinfected the floor. The dishes got done very slowly, but the dishwasher is finally going.

One thing for sure-Mum is thankful that it is only a 24 hour flu.