Thanks to Min for the meme.
I promise a post soon with some ASG details and a catchup on life. Work has been… interesting. The rest of life has been… interesting. And interesting in that ancient curse way of “May you have an interesting life” sort of thing that I’m probably not up to sharing entirely. But life goes on. 🙂
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Your result for How Long Would you Survive in a Horror Film?…
Sometimes known as “the wise guy” or “the totally platonic best friend”. This character is usually either the most likeable or most excruciatingly annoying character in the movie, because he’s almost always the comic relief (or lack thereof). Sometimes he is the first to die because he figures out what’s going on, tries to escape and is killed. However, the horror aficionado will more likely use his knowledge to devise the plan that eliminates the threat. That means he survives until the end where he ends up dying as a sacrifice so that the heroine can carry out the plan. Though he tends to lack a backbone, you do feel somewhat bad when he dies.
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Your result for Howard Gardner’s Eight Types of Intelligence Test…
“This area has to do with rhythm, music, and hearing. Those who have a high level of musical-rhythmic intelligence display greater sensitivity to sounds, rhythms, tones and music. They normally have good pitch and may even have absolute pitch, and are able to sing, play musical instruments, and compose music. Since there is a strong auditory component to this intelligence, those who are strongest in it may learn best via lecture. In addition, they will often use songs or rhythms to learn and memorize information, and may work best with music playing in the background.
Careers which suit those with this intelligence include instrumentalists, singers, conductors, disc-jockeys, and composers.” (Wikipedia)
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>My crew is packing tonight and tomorrow for our annual trip to A Stitchers’ Gathering, held this year in Hilton Head. I’m headed to Rome tomorrow to get the Party Van(tm). We’ll mortgage the house to fill it up. Ann will be here tomorrow night, and then we’ll gather Jill (who has threatened me with death if I show up at her house before 10) and Heather on Thursday morning and head Southeast to the coast. The weatherman says we’re likely to have rain, but we generally don’t see the outside of the hotel once we get there anyhow.
Teresa and I have planned our costumes for the costume contest. Pictures will follow here after the event is over. I’ll just say that I’ve gathered a number of items that are completely out of character for me. We also figure that not many people are going to “get” our costume, but we’re highly amused by it, and that’s all that matters in the long run.
Unfortunately Richard and Oscar can’t accompany me on this trip. Richard consoles himself by going on an Indian food and “movies I would never want to see in a million years” binge. I’m sure that Oscar will do what he’s been doing lately and hang out on the sofa. The cooler weather we’ve been having has not been kind to his arthritis and he’s not moving around a lot. He’s still enjoying his food tho: particularly his boiled chicken and Beggin’ Strips. I’ve actually managed to get his tramadol down him the past couple of days, so please say a small prayer that he’ll continue to cooperate!
I’ve been doing a wee bit of stitching and knitting. My knitting can’t be shown on my blog just yet. It’s a gift for my swap partner in the Starbucks and Yarn swap, and I want it to be a bit of a surprise! As for stitching, I’ve been working on the needlebook in the “Ye Shall Prosper” stitchalong. I was supposed to have the front finished last month; no, it didn’t happen. 🙂
Be on the lookout for an update after we return (and I rest up!!!).
>October 15. D-Day in the tax world. The final deadline for all those returns for 2007. Of course, there are still some people with a zen-like attitude toward tax filing, but I digress. It’s the final deadline for all those people who actually want to file their taxes in a timely manner. Finished up the last ones last night and got them e-filed. Including mine, thankyouverymuch. In the process, the house went to Defcon 8 when I realized that I hate the way Quickbooks processes payroll taxes with a white-hot passion usually only reserved for some political candidates and select NASCAR drivers. Bob does his half of the company’s books on Quickbooks. I’ll be chatting with him about that sometime soon… after I’ve quit swearing in my head.
Of course, I still have to finish those not-for-profits that are due on November 15.
This past weekend sis-in-law Sandi came down from VA to go to the spring apparel market in downtown ATL. She was buying for the family store, and Richard and I went down to assist (Oscar stayed home, since his fashion sense is somewhat questionable). What we found, other than a bunch of dresses better suited to a line of stores titled “Hos-R-Us” was that there were very few people there buying. Vendors were twiddling their thumbs and not writing orders because there was simply nobody shopping. Normally at the spring market, there’s not room to walk. Our guess was that, due to the current economic conditions, people are waiting to see how they do over Christmas and then order in January for immediate delivery. You gotta have stuff to sell… At any rate, we helped Sandi order some nice dresses suitable for church and funerals and some spring and summer tops (she had already ordered pants). Found a cute line of flip flops too.
Our most amusing moment came when the three of us, wandering around to see what new things we could find, wandered onto a floor with temporary vendors set up… and it turned out to be the “gangsta” floor. We were just a tad out of place there. Interestingly enough, it was the only floor with a police presence — not the floor selling diamonds, mind you, but the gangsta floor. We quickly realized that we should leave and found an escalator to head to another area where we were more culturally comfortable.
I managed to do some damage at a place that sells beading supplies. Swarovski crystals for $1 and $2 a dozen depending on size. Gold beading wire like JoAnn’s sells for $18.99 a spool for $6. Yeah, I love being able to shop at the mart!
Be proud of me… I successfully avoided the knockoff purse stores. Most of them were full of the giraffe print Dooney and Burke knockoffs in a rainbow of colors. Who knew giraffe prints were so big?
As for stitching and knitting — HA!! So no pictures this time. 🙂 Next week is ASG… DF Ann is headed down a week from today, and she’ll join me and DFs Jill and Heather in the Party Van ™ as we drive to Hilton Head next Thursday for the weekend. There’ll be a cooler in the car full of LaCroix for swilling, puppy chow courtesy of my mom, and we’ll meet up with DFs Vicky, Debbie B, Angela, and Joy… as well as CJ from California and Carol B from MD to hang out and enjoy the weekend of merriment. Oh yeah… there’ll be needlework classes too. 🙂
A thousand apologies to most DF Teresa, my roomie for ASG, who I totally inadvertently left off the meet up list… I now must bribe her with some beautiful yarn, or she’ll kill me in my sleep.
>Alas, folks, I have been remiss in posting! Blame it on the market meltdown… and Wachovia… and Washington Mutual… and the fact that it’s nearing October 15, when the final tax returns are due for 2007 and trust me, most people filing this time of year are not happy.
But I did let the ever patient and persistent Trisia know that my package arrived this past Saturday. And this package of goodies was well worth the wait…
Trisia had a clear message for the Postal Service:
Think they got the message?? Me neither.
But what a bunch of goodies awaited me when I opened it!!! I think I scared His Royal Lowness when I squeeed in delight.
See that Starbucks cup?? More about the wonderfulness in it in a bit…. A wonderful pattern for socks to be made with the contents of the cup… handknit mug mats to match the contents of the cup… A generous Starbucks gift card (Trisia has obviously seen me there before my weekly trips to my clients)… a plug in beverage warmer that I’ve wanted but never bought for myself, perfect for tax season… A Yarn Harlot book to keep me laughing!… gorgeous handmade stitch markers… kewl sock shaped point protectors… Whoppers for a snack (one of my faves)… some dip mix that my stitch group will enjoy very soon.. and some green tea that I’ve already enjoyed.
As for the yarny goodness in the Starbucks cup??? Two skeins of sock yarn, dyed especially for me and named for me to boot!
Woot! How tremendously kewl is that!!!! 🙂
Thank you Trisia, for a wonderful package. It’s been a doubly good experience: not only did a box of great stuff make its way to me, but I also made another good cyber friend to boot.
If you get want to see more yarny goodness, go check out Trisia’s site for her wonderful sock yarns. I know where I’ll be doing some shopping for future swaps!
And this is a special shout out to my cousin Joe… if you’re reading this… glad to have found you again!!! 🙂
>I received my Guilty Pleasures Swap package from Barb on Saturday.
Behold the wonderment:
See that bright blue yarn on the right?? That’s WOLLMEISE, people!! The Holy Grail of yarn. If you’re a fan of The Maltese Falcon, it’s The Stuff Dreams Are Made Of. Seriously, I thought someone had to die and will it to you, yet Barb managed to get a skein of it for me, in a wonderful blue, and with a pattern specifically designed for it. Woot!!! The other skein of yarn is Silky Mmmmmmmalabrigo in a beautiful teal. Woot again!!!! And Knit Picks circulars to work on them with!!!
Barb also kindly included some treats: tea and cashews (absolutely the best nut in the world), some Altoid mints, shea butter for my dreadfully dry skin, a teak scented candle, and a sweater stone which will come in handy for some of my woefully pill-ridden sweaters this winter.
I feel so very spoiled!! Thank you so much Barb! I hope you like the package I sent to you half as much!!!
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>Heard from Trisia again today….
“I did get your package back on Friday, and I think about 1/2 of it was missing, including the coasters I made for you, which of course were dyed to match the yarn I dyed for you. 😦 All the treats were gone and so was the gift card, and the card I had in there for you. Very disappointing.”
So, evidently someone in Bristol, CT is a major scumbag and stole the goodies. And they’ve caused poor Trisia to have to replace stuff for me (which I really wish she hadn’t done, because none of this was her fault, but she’s a good egg and didn’t want me to lack for a wonderful swap package). And the post office isn’t doing anything about it, because the package wasn’t insured, even though it was clearly their fault because they delivered it to the wrong address.
**sigh** I’d say that people are pigs, but that’s offensive to the pig, which, from what I read, is an intelligent and noble animal.
What goes around comes around. And if that person’s life was so empty that they felt the need to steal from Trisia and me, well, I hope he or she enjoyed the stuff. I don’t think I could. That whole “golden rule” thing always kicks in.
In the meantime, I’m busy knitting cup cozies for other folks in the swap whose partners just plain flaked out and never sent anything. Again, I just don’t understand. Were these people raised by wolves? Do they have no sense of common decency? I mean, don’t enter into what is essentially a contract that you have no intention of fulfilling. Seems pretty cut and dried. Can someone please explain their thought process, because I don’t have a clue.
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