i made a quilt and then got lazy.  so, i decided to make potholders/trivets.  the machine work was easy, but now the had work is more difficult.  i've used a double layer of batting and trying to pull a needle through that with any kind of accuracy takes quite a bit of strength.  more than i had imagined.  my right forearm is actually sore.   ( Read more... )

 ever have a day where you have a list a mile long of things that should be done and you only do about three things on the list due to a huge feeling of laziness?  that's how i feel today.  i have done nothing very productive.  some laundry, tidied a few things away, pain a few bills.  other than that, i've sat on my ass, reading a book or eating ( Read more... )

this thing tells me that it has been 11 weeks since posting anything.  i don't think i've signed on this in that long as well...just don't seem to have the time.  so, in brief ( Read more... )

Otherwise, this is going to be a hopeless ramble.  So, any thoughts?  Oddly enough, I'm not going to get an answer because I'm here by myself.  Let's try this again.

( total ramble. )

i'm having a raging love affair with the song by these guys. 
Especially this song.

i seem to go through dream phases or rather periods of time where i don't dream at all and then intense periods of several dreams a night. when i'm not dreaming, i'm so tired that i sleep the whole night through, that's when i sleep the best ( Read more... )

i recently took up sewing.  and by recently, i mean sometime after christmas.  my father, silly man, had gotten tired of going shopping with my mom and i and had gotten especially tired of listening to the two of us lament our lack of a sewing machine.  we both figured that we could probably make many of the over-priced things that we liked.  so, ( Read more... )

so. job searching is not my cup of tea.  but i knew it wouldn't be.  at least i went in with my eyes open ( Read more... )

I've been toying with deleting this account for a while now.  I don't really write in it very often, and when I do, I tend to write about something that I just need to get out of my system...nothing that I feel entirely comfortable about leaving public ( Read more... )

So in an art class, in Westfield, at the end of the day, two young men get in a fight.  (I should call them boys, but they are 15 and 16 respectively. Youngish men.) One kid asks for an apology.  The other laughs in his face.  The apology-seeking boy then starts to strangle the laugher.  The laugher pulls out a knife, stabs the other in the hand ( Read more... )