*tap, tap, tap* Is this thing on?
Yes, I know. I don't post. I don't have much to post about that isn't moaning/whining. And I don't want to whine. I actually spelled that "wine"--Paging Dr. Freud, someone has turned your slip into customer service--cause "wining" I enjoy. ; )
Reading. A lot. It's weird but after my grandma died, it took me a year to actually read a book to the end. I'm a voracious reader, my mom's a librarian, my family routinely came home from book stores with shopping bags full of books. We have five almost floor to ceiling bookshelves in the living room that are near full. We've more in the family room and office. And we routinely purge books. We just like books. For whatever reasons, after she died, one of my favorite things to do, wasn't. And it's taken me a full three years to get back to Must. Read. Now. On that note--if you like the show "Dexter" (of which I've only seen two episodes), the books are worth picking up--the show is extremely faithful to the spirit of the books, and Jeff Lindsey has a tightness of prose I aspire to. I've also completed the Janet Evanovich's Plums through 11. Twelve's not out in paperback yet, and as much as I enjoy them, you pretty much have to be my favoritest author ever for me to spring for hardback. I know, I know--Sekkie, what about the library? Well, here's the thing, when your mom is a librarian, you can keep the book forever because she can just keep renewing it for you, which means I'm about the worst library patron ever. I have far less guilt buying a book, knowing someone isn't anxiously waiting for me to return it, only to have me check it out again. Besides, I have a large, attractive basket by my side of the bed that is overflowing with books, and in a strange way, it makes me feel better to know that I have all those books I need to read just waiting for me.
Knitting. I am the world's worst knitter. It does not seem to stop me. I think I actually may have mastered circular needles and picking up a dropped stitch wtih a crochet hook. I'm such a lady-like knitter: "Dammit. ... Fuck. ... FUCK! ... Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. ... Ha! Got you, you little bitch. ... Oh, you are going through there. YOU ARE GOING THROUGH THERE, DAMMIT! ... I RULE!"
Cross-stitching. atomic_pencil sold his soul for a certain holiday sentiment. Just a reminder, dear, but I own you now for holiday decorating. I've almost completed an original cross-stitch design based on a Supernatural quote. And yes, I realize how entirely geeky that sentence makes me.
Jewelry. I'm trying to convince myself that I can make a ring out of Precious Metal Clay without wasting tons of it. I've got everything I need, and atomic_pencil and I went to the Gem and Mineral Show at the Carnegie yesterday. I picked up a gorgeous Citrine, Peridot, and Fire Opal--all just begging to become pretty rings. I also found green goldstone. I've never seen the green before--it's a beautiful, dark green that should be stunning set in with silver.
(I don't just sit and watch TV all that well. I love TV, I just have to be watching it and doing something else for the most part. Very few shows make me put down my projects and watch.)
What I Should Be Doing:
Holiday shopping. Have done NADA in that regard.
Reading. A lot. It's weird but after my grandma died, it took me a year to actually read a book to the end. I'm a voracious reader, my mom's a librarian, my family routinely came home from book stores with shopping bags full of books. We have five almost floor to ceiling bookshelves in the living room that are near full. We've more in the family room and office. And we routinely purge books. We just like books. For whatever reasons, after she died, one of my favorite things to do, wasn't. And it's taken me a full three years to get back to Must. Read. Now. On that note--if you like the show "Dexter" (of which I've only seen two episodes), the books are worth picking up--the show is extremely faithful to the spirit of the books, and Jeff Lindsey has a tightness of prose I aspire to. I've also completed the Janet Evanovich's Plums through 11. Twelve's not out in paperback yet, and as much as I enjoy them, you pretty much have to be my favoritest author ever for me to spring for hardback. I know, I know--Sekkie, what about the library? Well, here's the thing, when your mom is a librarian, you can keep the book forever because she can just keep renewing it for you, which means I'm about the worst library patron ever. I have far less guilt buying a book, knowing someone isn't anxiously waiting for me to return it, only to have me check it out again. Besides, I have a large, attractive basket by my side of the bed that is overflowing with books, and in a strange way, it makes me feel better to know that I have all those books I need to read just waiting for me.
Knitting. I am the world's worst knitter. It does not seem to stop me. I think I actually may have mastered circular needles and picking up a dropped stitch wtih a crochet hook. I'm such a lady-like knitter: "Dammit. ... Fuck. ... FUCK! ... Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. ... Ha! Got you, you little bitch. ... Oh, you are going through there. YOU ARE GOING THROUGH THERE, DAMMIT! ... I RULE!"
Cross-stitching. atomic_pencil sold his soul for a certain holiday sentiment. Just a reminder, dear, but I own you now for holiday decorating. I've almost completed an original cross-stitch design based on a Supernatural quote. And yes, I realize how entirely geeky that sentence makes me.
Jewelry. I'm trying to convince myself that I can make a ring out of Precious Metal Clay without wasting tons of it. I've got everything I need, and atomic_pencil and I went to the Gem and Mineral Show at the Carnegie yesterday. I picked up a gorgeous Citrine, Peridot, and Fire Opal--all just begging to become pretty rings. I also found green goldstone. I've never seen the green before--it's a beautiful, dark green that should be stunning set in with silver.
(I don't just sit and watch TV all that well. I love TV, I just have to be watching it and doing something else for the most part. Very few shows make me put down my projects and watch.)
What I Should Be Doing:
Holiday shopping. Have done NADA in that regard.