And…here we go!
1. My favorite food seasoning is ‘orange stuff’. (otherwise known as season salt)
2. The word ‘sale’ is music to my ears. (Speaking of, The Loopy Ewe is having one this weekend.)
3. Lucky is the person who receives a handknit.
4. Respect for others is something I take very seriously.
5. Many people wish more often than they do.
6. A Fern Michaels book was the last thing I bought at the store.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to trick-or-treating at the Fall Carnival, tomorrow my plans include going to Boy Child’s last soccer game of the season and Sunday, I want to play in the stash!
I am super tired of all the political ads that keep showing up on TV right now. I’m tired of hearing about it. I’m tired of seeing it. I just want it all to be over. In the vein of “a hooker, a priest and a Rabi…”
While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
‘Welcome to heaven,’ says St. Peter. ‘Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we’re not sure what to do with you.
‘No problem, just let me in,’ says the senator.
‘Well, I’d like to, but I have orders from higher up. What we’ll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity.’
‘Really, I’ve made up my mind. I want to be in heaven,’ says the senator.
‘I’m sorry, but we have our rules.’
And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises . The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St. Peter is waiting for him. ‘Now it’s time to visit heaven.’
So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
‘Well, then, you’ve spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity.’
The senator reflects for a minute, then answers: ‘Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell.’
So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell. Now the doors of the elevator open and he’s in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above…
The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.
‘I don’t understand,’ stammers the senator. ‘Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there’s just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?’
The devil looks at him, smiles and says, ‘Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted.’
Have you ever had one of those days where 5:00 pm comes around, and you can’t remember what happened. Today was one of those days. I know I went to Target and ate a turkey and cranberry sandwich. Yum! It was just like Thanksgiving dinner.
I also picked up a little something for me …
How cute are these!?! I will definitely be trying them out tonight out and possibly picking up more later. I do have to say it was very coincidental. This weekend, my little cousin came out in footie pajamas. I made the comment that I wish they made them in adule sizes. Lo and behold, there they were. I couldn’t pass them up! Hee!
I took off early Thursday, and Hubby took me to SAFF.
That allows me to officially cross #42 off my 101 in 1,001 list. I had a great time. It felt good to be surrounded by people who share the same interest as me. My hands itched to touch everything I saw, and I gave into the urge. I touched, squeezed and fondled anything and everything. Hee! Fondled. Sorry, that’s the 6th grader coming out in me.
Outside, the agricultural center is in the middle of gorgeous mountains that were showing the colors of fall. Inside, there were knitters and spinners and yarn.
Boy, oh, boy was there yarn. I looped that arena three times before I bought one thing. There was so much, I could not choose. Now, I am not normally inhibited by indicision. This was overwhelming. I had to have a system. I had to overlook all batts. I don’t know how to spin, so I did not want to use up my resources on fiber that would sit on the shelf. I did not stop to look at anything I could get at home. There was no pausing over needles or knitted/woven garments. I think it was a pretty good strategy. Look at what I scored:
That is 1,000 yards of worsted weight wool from Miss Babs. I scored it 50% off, too.
Next, I scored a wonderful little print from Conni Togel. These are so cute, I had to force myself not to buy them all.
Yummy autumn hued sock yarn from the Sanguine Gryphon.
The Brooks Farm booth is where my eyes crossed, and my heart began to pound. This is yarn crack. Seriously, I thought about selling blood to be able to buy more.
Excuse the blurry photo. This yarn is so lovely that it makes my hand shake every time I see it. It is also the only yarn that I had my picture taken with. I think when Hubby is gone; I might just marry it.
Delly Delights Farm was my final yarn purchase. It is by far the softest. There is very little that can be softer than 100% alpaca.
I also spent some time and funds at the Blue Ridge Soap Shed. It is run by a retired chemistry professor and his wife. I ended up buying 11 bars. They are all scrumptious. I’m serious. They are so tasty I wanted to eat them.
I have never used homemade soap. I’ve been skeptical about the claim that they would be superior to store-bought soap. The scents are real, not fake. As soon as I stepped into the shower this morning, the scent from the soap enveloped the room. I know it is cliched to say it felt like a spa, but it is true. At first, I thought it wasn’t much better than commercial products, but I had to remind myself that there was no yucky chemicals in it. This soap is great and everyone should try it.
The animals were so cute, too. These alpacas sang to us every time we walked into the barn.
The llamas were so soft.
I missed the sheep and goats, but a lady had the cutest little lamb she carried around.
There were also bunnies everywhere. There were big ones and little ones. There were white ones and gray ones. They were all so cute. And I almost brought one home. I wanted to hug him and squeeze him and name him George. Hubby said it was up to me, but I could hear the panicked chatter in his head praying I would not really bring one home. Maybe next year.
Also, we celebrated my Mom’s 50th 49th birthday.
Today is her actual birthday. Happy Birthday, Mom!
1. Right now, I’m feeling cold, wet and worn out. It’s raining, here. : (
2. In front of the fire that roasts all those chestnuts is where I want to be.
3. How does one choose from all the yummy yarn?
4. Lack of money keeps me on track.
5. Please don’t tell me you don’t take credit cards.
6. The thought of bringing home a bunny rabbit fills me with joy.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to dreaming about all the scrumptious stuff I got at SAFF, tomorrow my plans include dragging the hubby to yarn stores and Sunday, I want to drive the Blue Ridge Parkway on the way home!
I woke up this morning went to work, yuck, and checked my e-mail. The first one was from Mrs. S congratulating me on my picture. What picture, you ask? Why, the picture Franklin coaxed out of me two weeks ago. Go look. I am on the second row, third from the left. When I first saw it, the first thing I thought was how much I look like my little brother. Well, I guess he looks like me since I am older. Hum.
In other news, I am leaving today for SAFF. I am super excited. I have never been to a fiber festival before. It is #42 on my list, and I am shaking with my excitement to leave. Hubby is graciously driving me. That means I can get a bunch of knitting done on the way over and on the way back. Oh, oh, oh, I can’t wait for tomorrow! I am also offering an invitation for anyone who recognizes me to introduce yourself. I am super shy and probably won’t do it myself. I would love to meet new knitter friends.
One more thing. I was playing around with WordPress the other day. I discovered that comments can end up blocked as spam even if they aren’t. I did not realize I could unspam them. So, I want to apologize to anyone who commented and it did not show up. I will be checking from now on, so please comment. I love to read them.
In case I can’t get to a computer this weekend, have a good one.
Anyone who knows me knows I normally hate anything related to politics. For as long as I can remember, I have felt that in general the more power a person has the more brain cells he/she manages to loose. I think that most politicians are stupid (or rather, they lack common sense) and have lost sight site of what their jobs truly are about, and I do not like wasting my time on what they have to say. More often than not, they will revise/amend/change whatever it is anyway, so what is the point? This year is different. This year I feel compelled to jump into the political arena and share my opinion. I feel strongly about this election and feel I must share things I come across.
I will preface what I am about to share with these thoughts. First, I do not expect everyone to agree with my point of view. I enjoy people who have differing opinions from my own. Man, what a boring world it would be if every one was the same! Second, I would hope that my strong views on this election will cause people to no longer read this blog. I read and enjoy other blogs that do not share the same political/religious/life views as my own. I would hope that everyone would do the same. There are very talented people out there, and I would not want to miss out on any of them. Third, I do not leave comments on other blogs regarding politics. Right now, I don’t believe I will be swayed on my vote. To that end, I am closing comments on this post.
I received this email today. I have taken the liberty to edit out one portion regarding partial birth abortions due to the detail in which it is described. I would not want any children to be subjected to the descriptive nature. To be honest, it makes me sick to my stomach every time I read it. It has been confirmed by Snopes.
Why I Can’t Vote For Obama
By Huntley Brown
Dear Friends, A few months ago I was asked for my perspective on Obama, I sent out an email with a few points. With the election just around the corner I decided to complete my perspective. Those of you on my e-list have seen some of this before but it’s worth repeating…
First I must say whoever wins the election will have my prayer support. Obama needs to be commended for his accomplishments but I need to explain why I will not be voting for him.
Many of my friends process their identity through their blackness. I process my identity through Christ. Being a Christian (a Christ follower) means He leads I follow. I can’t dictate the terms He does because He is the leader.
I can’t vote black because I am black; I have to vote Christian because that’s who I am. Christian first, black second. Neither should anyone from the other ethnic groups vote because of ethnicity. 200 years from now I won’t be asked if I was black or white. I will be asked if I knew Jesus and accepted Him as Lord and Savior.
In an election there are many issues to consider but when a society gets abortion, same-sex marriage, embryonic stem-cell research, human cloning to name a few, wrong economic concerns will soon not matter.
We need to follow Martin Luther King’s words, don’t judge someone by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I don’t know Obama so all I can go off is his voting record. His voting record earned him the title of the most liberal senator in the US Senate in 2007.
NATIONAL JOURNAL: Obama: Most Liberal Senator in 2007 (01/31/2008)
To beat Ted Kennedy and Hillary Clinton as the most liberal senator, takes some doing. Obama accomplished this feat in 2 short years. I wonder what would happen to America if he had four years to work with.
There is a reason Planned Parenthood gives him a 100% rating. There is a reason the homosexual community supports him. There is a reason Ahmadinejad, Chavez, Castro, Hamas etc. love him. There is a reason he said he would nominate liberal judges to the Supreme Court. There is a reason he voted against the infanticide bill. There is a reason he voted No on the constitutional ban of same-sex marriage. There is a reason he voted No on banning partial birth abortion. There is a reason he voted No on confirming Justices Roberts and Alito. These two judges are conservatives and they have since overturned partial birth abortion. The same practice Obama wanted to continue.
Let’s take a look at the practice he wanted to continue
The 5 Step Partial Birth Abortion procedures:
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God help him. There is a reason Obama opposed the parental notification law.
Think about this: You can’t give a kid an aspirin without parental notification but that same kid can have an abortion without parental notification. This is insane.
There is a reason he went to Jeremiah Wright’s church for 20 years.
Obama tells us he has good judgment but he sat under Jeremiah Wright teaching for 20 years. Now he is condemning Wright’s sermons. I wonder why now?
Obama said Jeremiah Wright led him to the Lord and discipled him. A disciple is one in training. Jesus told us in Matthew 28:19 – 20 “Go and make disciples of all nations.” This means reproduce yourself. Teach people to think like you, walk like you; talk like you believe what you believe etc. The question I have is what did Jeremiah Wright teach him?
Would you support a White President who went to a church which has tenets that said they have a …
1. Commitment to the White Community
2. Commitment to the White Family
3. Adherence to the White Work Ethic
4. Pledge to make the fruits of all developing and acquired skills available to the White Community.
5. Pledge to Allocate Regularly, a Portion of Personal Resources for Strengthening and Supporting White Institutions
6. Pledge allegiance to all White leadership who espouse and embrace the White Value System
7. Personal commitment to embracement of the White Value System.
Would you support a President who went to a church like that?
Just change the word from white to black and you have the tenets of Obama’s former church. If President Bush was a member of a church like this, he would be called a racist. Jessie Jackson and Al Sharpton would have been marching outside.
This kind of church is a racist church. Obama did not wake up after 20 years and just discovered he went to a racist church. The church can’t be about race. Jesus did not come for any particular race. He came for the whole world.
A church can’t have a value system based on race. The churches value system has to be based on biblical mandate. It does not matter if itʼs a white church or a black church it’s still wrong. Anyone from either race that attends a church like this would never get my vote.
Obama’s former Pastor Jeremiah Wright is a disciple of liberal theologian James Cone, author of the 1970 book A Black Theology of Liberation. Cone once wrote: “Black theology refuses to accept a God who is not identified totally with the goals of the black community. If God is not for us and against white people, then he is a murderer, and we had better kill him.
Cone is the man Obama’s mentor looks up to. Does Obama believe this?
So what does all this mean for the nation?
In the past when the Lord brought someone with the beliefs of Obama to lead a nation it meant one thing – judgment.
Read 1 Samuel 8 when Israel asked for a king. First God says in 1 Samuel 1:9 “Now listen to them; but warn them solemnly and let them know what the king who will reign over them will do.”
Then God says
1 Samuel 1:18 ” When that day comes, you will cry out for relief from the king you have chosen, and the LORD will not answer you in that day.” 19 But the people refused to listen to Samuel. “No!” they said. “We want a king over us. 20 Then we will be like all the other nations, with a king to lead us and to go out before us and fight our battles.” 21 When Samuel heard all that the people said, he repeated it before the LORD. 22 The LORD answered, “Listen to them and give them a king.”
Here is what we know for sure.
God is not schizophrenic
He would not tell one person to vote for Obama and one to vote for McCain. As the scripture says, a city divided against itself cannot stand, so obviously many people are not hearing from God.
Maybe I am the one not hearing but I know God does not change and Obama contradicts many things I read in scripture so I doubt it.
For all my friends who are voting for Obama can you really look God in the face and say; Father based on your word, I am voting for Obama even though I know he will continue the genocidal practice of partial birth abortion. He might have to nominate three or four Supreme Court justices, and I am sure he will be nominating liberal judges who will be making laws that are against you. I also know he will continue to push for homosexual rights, even though you destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah for this. I know I can look the other way because of the economy.
I could not see Jesus agreeing with many of Obama’s positions. Finally I have two questions for all my liberal friends.
Since we know someone’s value system has to be placed on the nation,
1. Whose value system should be placed on the nation.
2. Who should determine that this is the right value system for the nation?
Blessings, Huntley Brown
I do not agree with everything that McCain wants to do. I still think most politicians are stupid. I mean, look at how far into debt our country is. I’m not in debt. It is not hard. Barring medical emergencies and natural disasters, you don’t spend more than you have. Pretty simple. Even if I ignore any financial and healthcare policies (honestly, I think they are both wrong), I can not vote for anyone that endorses abortion, especially partial birth abortion. That is in direct violation of my beliefs, and a baby’s life (and I don’t care what anyone says. It is a baby, not a fetus) overrides everything else.
1. Follow the discarded coffee cups to find the Yarn Harlot.
2. Knitting is something I always take with me on vacation.
3. To achieve your goals, you must Believe to Achieve.
4. I have the ability to move my right pinkie toe independently from my other toes is something I’d like you to know about me. (Why I think you should know this, I’m not sure, but there you go.)
5. I have a tendency to think no one else in the world can operate a motor vehicle correctly, at least the ones that are on the same road as me.
6. Coke/Parade/Hope floats.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to finishing up the last season of Gilmore Girls, tomorrow my plans include going to Boy Child’s soccer game and Sunday, I want to, believe it or not, clean the house!
I know I have touted to virtuous nature of my postman in the past; however, today I figured out the Mrs. S stands for Mrs. Santa Clause, and she is my new best friend. She is not just my new best friend. She is my best-est friend in the whole wide world. Do you want to know why Mrs. S is now holds this most covetous position? How about I show you ….
This is the yarn that the sleigh brought to my house today. Yes, Mrs. S decided to destash. That is alot of yarn, and I love it all. Wait! There’s more.
I mentioned I wanted to learn how to spin. Mrs. S offered me her spindle and fleece. Cool, hu?
What a pretty bag! When Mrs. S saw my brand new bag, she laughed and said she bought the same one and did not like it. So, into the sleigh it went and straight to me. Now I have two, count them two, of the same great bag. This day is weighing in as one of my best days. Thank you Mrs. S. Your heart is bigger than the pile of yarn you gifted me. Hee!
Now, to complete the whole Christmas in October theme we have going on, I picked up a little treat on teh way home.
Last but not least and equally as good, but not to be consumed with the peppermint mocha …
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!!!