So, apparently the good e-mail gene has been passed to my brother.
SCHOOL — 1958 vs. 2008
Jim goes quail hunting before school, pulls into school parking lot with
shotgun in gun rack.
1958 – Vice Principal comes over, looks at Jim’s shotgun, goes to his
car and gets his shotgun to show Jack.
2008 – School goes into lock down, FBI called, Jim hauled off to jail
and never sees his truck or gun again. Counselors called in for traumatized
students and teachers.
Sean and Mark get into a fist fight after school.
1958 – Crowd gathers. Sean wins. Mark and Sean shake hands and end up
2008 – Police called, SWAT team arrives, arrests Mark and Sean. Charge
them with assault, both expelled even though Mark started it.
Bob won’t be still in class, disrupts other students.
1958 – Bob sent to office and given a good paddling by the Principal.
Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2008 – Bob given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for
ADD. School gets extra money from state because Bob has a disability.
Chris breaks a window in his neighbor’s car and his Dad gives him a
whipping with his belt.
1958 – Chris is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to
college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2008 – Chris’s dad is arrested for child abuse. Chris removed to foster
care and joins a gang. State psychologist tells Chris’s sister that she
remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison. Chris’s mom has
affair with psychologist.
Phil gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.
1958 – Phil shares aspirin with Principal out on the smoking dock.
2008 – Police called, Phil expelled from school for drug violations. Car
searched for drugs and weapons.
Pedro fails high school English.
1958 – Pedro goes to summer school, passes English, goes to college.
2008 – Pedro’s cause is taken up by state. Newspaper articles appear
nationally explaining that teaching English as a requirement for
graduation is racist. ACLU files class action lawsuit against state school system
and Pedro’s English teacher. English banned from core curriculum. Pedro
given diploma anyway but ends up mowing lawns for a living because he cannot
Geoff takes apart leftover firecrackers from 4th of July, puts them in a
model airplane paint bottle, blows up a red ant bed.
1958 – Ants die.
2008 – BATF, Homeland Security, FBI called. Geoff charged with domestic
terrorism, FBI investigates parents, siblings removed from home,
computers confiscated, Geoff’s Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never
allowed to fly again.
Johnny falls while running during recess and scrapes his knee. He is
found crying by his teacher, Mary. Mary hugs him to comfort him.
1958 – In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2008 – Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She
faces 3 years in State Prison. Johnny under goes 5 years of therapy.
Okay. So I’ve been a bad little knitblogger. I’m sorry. It seems like I can’t keep my life organized lately. All that mental energy needs to be devoted to work. That is all I can manage. As penance, I’ll try to catch you guys up on things that have been going on lately.
Do you remember making Valentine’s mail boxes in grade school. You know, the ones you set on your desk and watched like a hawk hoping that guy would put a card in it? ‘Cause if he did, you were like “going out.” Remember? Well, Boy Child needed to make one for his class’ party, and Hubby decided it would be a great family project.
It was so much fun! I’d forgotten how much I enjoy making school projects.
I finished Grandmamma’s very first pair of hand knit socks.
I finally took photos of them, and mailed them off. I received a call from her the other day. She loves them, and I couldn’t be more happy!
I finally broke down and bought myself a bread maker. I wanted to try all the goodies out, so I made the basic recipe that comes with the instruction book.
It came out well. Too bad we don’t eat white bread. My luck since then has not been great. I’ve made attempted to make whole wheat bread three times. It did not go so well. I was so upset I didn’t even take a picture. I did make cinnamon swirl bread. Boy child loved it & gobbled up two whole loaves. Hubby spit his out. Sigh. I’m starting to wonder if I made a mistake. I’m going to give it a couple more tries using recipes from this book. I’m hoping it is just user error. I love the smell and taste of fresh baked bread. I also want to save a few $$ and I like knowing what is going into my food.
Much more to come … later.
For the first time since I have been knitting, my disappointment with Interweave Knits overwhelms me. I saw a few patterns from the Spring 2010 issue pop up on Ravelry, so I clicked over to their website to take a look. Now, to be fair, I love IK’s website. I appreciate the extra photos that show all sides to the knit. For some reason, I prefer photos to the video Vogue Knitting does; but I’m strange that way and is beside the point. As I was scrolling through, my mouth dropped open. There is not one patter I would knit. Not. One. Pattern. I expect this from Vogue, but not IK. Oh the disappointment!
The Ringlet Tank is okay. So is the Tissue Cardigan. But nothing jumps out at me as “have to knit.” Even worse, I can think of a bunch of knits in my queue that I’m more excited about. Like the Gallery Jacket (Rav link), Pintuck Tee (Rav link), or the Man’s Cable Cardigan (scroll down under Boy Meets Purl, the brown one on the left). Maybe the articles will be outstanding. Or maybe, I will grow to love the new patterns after my infatuation with other things recedes. That does happen with me, so only time will tell.
To end on a happier note, I can tell you what doesn’t disappoint – SNOW! I LOVE snow! I love snow so much that even the mention of snow flurries gets me excited. Here in Alabama, snow is an anomaly, so the recent abundance is cause for celebration to me. I love looking at it. I love watching it fall. I love how it makes everything look pretty. I love, love, love snow! I’ll even go as far to hope it keeps up for awhile longer. I LOVE SNOW!
Who knew I was so girly.