tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146718952024-03-23T11:17:41.834-07:00Write OnA chance for Little Miss Can't Be Wrong to actually get it right.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.comBlogger1106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-78097419513766429952009-01-09T13:06:00.000-08:002009-01-09T13:08:13.658-08:00ChangesIt's a new year. I'm up for some changes, so I decided to move.<br /><br />You can find me at:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.raggedaroundtheedges.wordpress.com/">http://www.raggedaroundtheedges.wordpress.com</a><br /><br />Why not? Everyone else was doing it.<br /><br />(PS: Transferred the whole blog over there. You can also still find me via e-mail at raggedaroundtheedges at hotmail dot com.)Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-24770716708326256062009-01-08T15:08:00.000-08:002009-01-08T15:17:32.299-08:00How did they know that four was my OCD number<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289064115213416514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuduPaKYEkwm8LNqDKucwXDkLv15MX3IRU8PyPcJxRWSHjg7wCwADTysVXkcQm9RbwtdqQtGF9ZgFj2IbcI81bpwYYlVtWGZsb456VzPMGVPJlfw3V6UfHz43eon2-IVar_OgL2A/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /> <a href="http://farmwife7.blogspot.com/">Farmwife</a> tagged me with a unique <a href="http://farmwife7.blogspot.com/2009/01/plesant-surprise.html">meme</a>. Go to her post and there is the sweetest photo, in complete contradition to the one I am showing here.<br /><br />If you wanna play along, here's how it works.<br /><br />1. Go to the 4th picture folder on your computer.<br />2. Post the 4th picture in that folder.<br />3. Explain the picture.<br />4. Tag 4 more people.<br /><br />She also gives a nice <a href="http://farmwife7.blogspot.com/2009/01/plesant-surprise.html">explanation</a> of why they chose the number four.<br /><br />I must confess, however, that I was excited at the number 4, being as when I get stressed, I count things in multiples of four. There you have it, another reason to wonder about my sanity and advise me to stay away from heat sources and sharp objects.<br /><br />As for the photograph above, I think I shot it in anticipation of a post about the fact that we bought a new mattress and box springs for our upstairs guest room, only to discover that the box springs couldn't squeeze through the doorway up the stairs. So, we had to stow them in the garage and have a series of 2 x 6 boards cut to become the foundation of the mattress. Sad, boring and true. This was shot at the hardware store.<br /><br />Now, as for the tagging. Let's see, how about any of you that wish to participate do. I'm feeling a bit lax in the rule department these days. Have at it.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-33076432292402742932009-01-06T17:44:00.001-08:002009-01-06T17:47:08.317-08:00Step away from the gray cat<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas-XnV4z3RdT5JCKNDaMwd5tPzhvC46_nggV2BUwkt4V1O95CxSfTXS1iAisMN2PzJjOGvWfc7EEitctMhiMizQLSZk0cP3SWkdLOHS0eTDy184w5Rphk7E3RMVyEiwc4zJ6C-w/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288362236344964386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgas-XnV4z3RdT5JCKNDaMwd5tPzhvC46_nggV2BUwkt4V1O95CxSfTXS1iAisMN2PzJjOGvWfc7EEitctMhiMizQLSZk0cP3SWkdLOHS0eTDy184w5Rphk7E3RMVyEiwc4zJ6C-w/s400/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /></a> She's actually just yawning. However, she looks pretty fierce, right?<br /><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-86573703891956743422009-01-06T09:49:00.000-08:002009-01-06T09:53:15.291-08:00Taking betsSo, we joined a new fitness facility. I won't call it a gym because it's associated with our local hospital and all dedicated to wellness and such. Which is a good thing because it's been so long since I've been such a facility that I might need medical attention.<br /><br />I officially became a member January 1, but since I still can't take a full breath of air, I haven't been "able" to go yet. (Translation: I've been too busy and too lazy.)<br /><br />Tonight we are supposed to go. Cynical even gave me an edict: "I'll be really tired tonight, but make me go."<br /><br />It's raining. It's nasty and seriously sad outside.<br /><br />Who is taking bets as to whether we go or not?<br /><br />PS: I published the photograph of tangerines on our kitchen table to prove that we have more than fudge, Candy Cane kisses and butter cookies in our house. There is some nutrition available if we so choose.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-2740759960869189702009-01-04T15:50:00.000-08:002009-01-04T15:59:15.977-08:00Anybody baking bread?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjCw_DXic4aXhPhyphenhyphenrifWhJ57VbdjHOr7EVV0nIlLHzxwxZNCbd2swbafhzCaOBXKreNY8EoIKqx13s_T_1qMdbBH22AG_GD6BwL5Gr5YdAPbnqnDs2Vl1d7J8mlZwKSJUbSYRGg/s1600-h/IMG_4271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287590375173834882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjCw_DXic4aXhPhyphenhyphenrifWhJ57VbdjHOr7EVV0nIlLHzxwxZNCbd2swbafhzCaOBXKreNY8EoIKqx13s_T_1qMdbBH22AG_GD6BwL5Gr5YdAPbnqnDs2Vl1d7J8mlZwKSJUbSYRGg/s400/IMG_4271.JPG" border="0" /></a> I wish I was writing a post about all of the things I accomplished today. If I did, I'd be lying. In truth I've done little or nothing today. Seems I just couldn't get myself motivated to do much more than watch a marathon of "The Secret Life of the American Teenager." I should be ashamed of myself, but I really am not. I should have repainted the wall in the kitchen. I should have organized my basket of receipts. I should have taken a walk. Maybe I should have at least finished my resolution list. But I did none of the above.<br /><br />I did manage to tidy up a bit. I did harvest some crops on my Facebook farm and I did a load of laundry. Perhaps my biggest accomplishment (outside of the aforementioned marathon) was making dinner, such as it was. Just some steamed asparagus, baked and marinated pork chops, and garlic-parsley potatoes. I was quite satisfied with myself, particularly in that everything was actually pretty good and done at about the same time. This from a girl who grew up with her mom rewarming foods repeatedly in an attempt to keep them warm.<br /><br />As for the rest of my evening, there are a few more episodes of this show still to go and Cynical baked some cookies. I'm not sure what has captivated me with this show, except maybe I was able to watch it, not think much and get to see Molly Ringwold all grown up. And it made me realize all the more that I never want to relive high school whether in my mind or in reality.<br /><br /><strong>Off to search for some easy online yeast bread recipes. Any of you have one to share?</strong>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-35083533637537471252009-01-02T09:24:00.000-08:002009-01-03T18:16:20.864-08:00Reflecting and planningCynical and I typically spend our New Year's Eve at home. I make up bunches of finger foods. We dine on Lil Smokies, shrimp, veggies and wine. He sleeps. I watch movies and knit. It's a peaceful wrap-up for the year gone by and a nice welcome for the one to come.<br /><br /><br />This year, however, we joined some family and friends for a proper party. I must admit, it was tough for both of us to stay up that late after all of the mayhem of a game called "spoons", cards, margaritas, charades and other antics that I'd rather not share. (Oh, come on, it's us, how wild could it have been.) New Year's came and passed and I felt as if something was missing.<br /><br />I suspect what I was craving was that big block of private, quiet time when I contemplate the year gone by and make big plans for the year to come. Yes, I actually write down resolutions and often I even refer to them throughout the year. They are well planned, well-thought-out and very reflective of the person I want to be. Now, they aren't always kept, followed or even thoroughly considered. But, I do make a good faith effort, at least in the planning phase.<br /><br />So, this year's resolution writing is happening a tad later than usual. But, I figure, what's a few days when you are preparing for an entire year, right?<br /><br />Some are too personal to share, but if you are super nice and incredibly patient, I might let you peek at a few. For instance, I want to learn to bake bread and plant a garden. (Speaking of patience, we could all use a dose of it in 2009, don't you think?)<br /><br />What are your plans for 2009?Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-69061996963173454552008-12-31T09:07:00.000-08:002008-12-31T09:38:48.841-08:00GratitudeI've been doing some pouting and whining lately, lamenting over illness, leaks and roofing. In an effort to dig my way out of this horrible mood, I thought instead of tallying the repair bills or the number of times I have blown my nose, I thought I'd count my blessings and perhaps ask for a little input.<br /><br />Humor me for a moment as I list a few things I am grateful for today:<br /><br />1. I am thankful that we were able to find two reliable and sensible workmen to brave the cold and help us with all of our water issues.<br /><br />2. I am grateful for the time I have gotten to spend with loved ones over the holiday.<br /><br />3. Peppermint flavored stuff: ice cream, kisses, coffee. . .<br /><br />4. The sunshine streaming through the windows. Even though the temperatures have dropped, the sun is shining, bringing beautiful light into the house..<br /><br />5. Creative, caring people. I am surrounded, both online and offline, by creative and kind people. What a blessing.<br /><br />And now onto the interactive part of this post. Soon I'll be making my resolutions or plans for the new year. What are you hoping to accomplish in 2009. I'd like to reach beyond the typical weight loss and financial goals. Maybe dig a little deeper.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-12246589862804302882008-12-30T12:57:00.000-08:002008-12-30T13:04:14.208-08:00Miracles and other events<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurlMNNHXhO_1w5eoDCp3PC2dlAa8B0DoUms-khItVtYZN8SigiJBv9wITe3vYghYgMv_R-JBsu2jInSJzKhJ24mIMVPpdxvf8reUPMwZFJInLrYGdcVA6931O1Jj6eIT7F4G_ow/s1600-h/IMG_4070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285690742877711218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurlMNNHXhO_1w5eoDCp3PC2dlAa8B0DoUms-khItVtYZN8SigiJBv9wITe3vYghYgMv_R-JBsu2jInSJzKhJ24mIMVPpdxvf8reUPMwZFJInLrYGdcVA6931O1Jj6eIT7F4G_ow/s400/IMG_4070.JPG" border="0" /></a>When we came home Christmas Eve, we spied a miracle in the living room. In the event you don't believe it, I snapped the photograph above. You see, our little Eli (on the right) isn't what I'd call a "social being". In fact, he resents our very existence and spends his days spying on us. And Izzie, well, she's her own girl, independent and unforgiving.<br /><br />It seems, however, that the two decided to put aside their grudges and share our chair. I am not sure if it was the true Christmas spirit or perhaps a chill in the air.<br /><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-27680933120225247242008-12-29T13:04:00.000-08:002008-12-29T13:18:05.463-08:00Where have I been?Um, it seems I was gobbled up by the holidays. Forgive me for being so non-present for the past week or so. I know how much you like to read about our roller coaster of a life. (Cough. Cough.)<br /><br />The past few days have been a bit of a whirlwind, I am sure it's been much the same for you. We've been hosts to lots of family and friends. We've had some quality time with both. That's the true blessing of the holiday. I was able to sit, knit and visit with my beloved sister-in-law, play games alongside my 13-year-old-but-still-loving nephew, hang out with my brother who lives afar, dine with some dear to us and even get in some shopping with a friend from way up North. In between we ate together and opened lots of carefully wrapped packages. So many generous friends and family. Thanks to each of you for the goodies! We weren't that good last year, seriously!<br /><br />After all of the fun and mayhem, I discovered that what I had been most denying was true. I am sick, some sort of a respiratory thing. It has kicked my butt for the past three days. I'm not a good patient and have been caught pouting over the fact that I don't feel like doing anything. As a result, I missed a four year old's birthday party and an outing with friends in from way west. So, today I decided I'd be victorious over mucus, coughing and chapped nose. I took down and stowed all of our Christmas stuff, save the lights on the tree. Hoping Cynical will help me conquer those. I have otherwise removed all signs of the holidays, putting away gifts and wrapping up ornaments.<br /><br />Meanwhile, two very nice men are climbing all over our roof, hammering this, sawing that and emptying our bank accounts. Yep, we're getting our roof repaired. And guess what? The part they are replacing now isn't even our problem, it was an issue noticed earlier and upon investigation was more of a problem than we anticipated. Ugh. Double ugh. They have also removed portions of our siding, noting that they were improperly installed and opening yet another way for water to enter the house. Wonderful. Good news, they are fixing it. Bad news, it's gonna cost us. This place better be fit to float whenever they leave. Fingers crossed.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-87827442779568291452008-12-24T09:40:00.000-08:002008-12-24T09:45:03.561-08:00Merry Christmas to you and yours<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYVRS0zEtiUQEbqmPp1EWOwMW7ZWkL6d8g9LfFKszcjAmr99H5ki5hFY7sqetEGYqAnhnuHV0eGUJmCa2F2ahAgn92j0R0oh-QrpxR6ZAZ38nNQpyOl_KQTO0Jx85EFEGD04t-Q/s1600-h/IMG_4024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283413462278541938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPYVRS0zEtiUQEbqmPp1EWOwMW7ZWkL6d8g9LfFKszcjAmr99H5ki5hFY7sqetEGYqAnhnuHV0eGUJmCa2F2ahAgn92j0R0oh-QrpxR6ZAZ38nNQpyOl_KQTO0Jx85EFEGD04t-Q/s400/IMG_4024.JPG" border="0" /></a> In just a few short hours it will be getting very, very busy around here. Cynical and I just celebrated our own personal Christmas, waking up to gifts left by Santa and I have some pecan pies baking for each of our two family meals tomorrow. So, in between I wanted to take a moment to wish you and yours a very blessed Christmas. Hug those that you love. Savor every moment. Take lots of pictures.<br /><br />Meanwhile, also say a prayer that we don't come home to find our ceiling in the floor. After much, much rain, it is leaking again.<br /><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-33999029010728747282008-12-23T06:03:00.000-08:002008-12-23T06:11:03.026-08:00Taking a breath<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmfyi5uLr5wKj-WdAqXXF9lKh0b5jZXq5ZbT9XpPAMOae9WaW58UDa5E9C3wJYxdw65EYT1d9wKFhXfPJ4OfmsXs3vIhct2VVg5XblzZxMOK9OUZpiYZKU9I61xCjpR4ZRFyB9g/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282986338874496914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXmfyi5uLr5wKj-WdAqXXF9lKh0b5jZXq5ZbT9XpPAMOae9WaW58UDa5E9C3wJYxdw65EYT1d9wKFhXfPJ4OfmsXs3vIhct2VVg5XblzZxMOK9OUZpiYZKU9I61xCjpR4ZRFyB9g/s400/IMG_3995.JPG" border="0" /></a>Whew! At this pace I am not sure I'll even be awake when Christmas finally gets here. It's been a crazy, crazy vacation thus far. Leaks, rampant last-minute Christmas shopping with Dad and my beloved, visits with friends and family, hosting, scrambling here, and scurrying there.<br /><br />However, today I have cleared my calendar. I don't have to be anywhere until 2:45 and that's a trip to perpetuate my hair's chemical reliance. At first I thought I'd run errands, drive to the yarn shoppe etc. However, I am finding myself a bit lazy and I think a day knitting, watching movies and staying warm is in order. Don't you agree.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;">A tiny, retro tree from the bargain bins at Target. I had to buy it.</span></em>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-61754825466292582032008-12-21T05:24:00.000-08:002008-12-21T05:29:40.176-08:00It's coooold outside<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAV58Ox0RVFdD7mTWzdBNVRPeG3vg4Sq90PmJw7iMrf-amgc2Z1evVRZv0uxuh3zR0eS2MOa2GoVUMVxxmJ2tmMU107EwxJp1r5LJc0c3HCkgY4ut4GiFOcP9YxtgKwqeRlTHsEw/s1600-h/IMG_4014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282234025375404450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAV58Ox0RVFdD7mTWzdBNVRPeG3vg4Sq90PmJw7iMrf-amgc2Z1evVRZv0uxuh3zR0eS2MOa2GoVUMVxxmJ2tmMU107EwxJp1r5LJc0c3HCkgY4ut4GiFOcP9YxtgKwqeRlTHsEw/s400/IMG_4014.JPG" border="0" /></a>Temperatures are predicted to dip to below 10 degrees tonight. We're tucked safe inside, but must admit we are missing warmer weather, sitting on the porch and watching the squirrels.<br /><br />In other news: looking forward to lunch today with Brando and Rudy, and anxiously expecting the arrival of my brother, his wife and the nephew.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Ike and Cooper peek outside, remembering afternoons on the porch.<br /></span></em><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-80569106411171310452008-12-20T08:45:00.001-08:002008-12-20T08:49:41.593-08:00Wishing and hopingAlas, despite our cries of "Why me?" and my pouting over the missed trip, we think the leak has been conquered.<br /><br />Please note that the central theme here is "think". We aren't sure. Our fix-it guys came, examined the situation, did some work around our chimney and short of promising their first born felt they have the source of the leak sealed, for now. There's a storm coming tonight, so we are supposed to be mindful of the water, which won't be hard if it's dripping into the middle of our living room. Fingers crossed. Hope are high.<br /><br />If this is indeed the fix, we will next deal with the ceiling. Ugh. Ugh. Double Ugh. That's the part that scares me. What lies beneath?Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-78320920932822566042008-12-19T06:08:00.000-08:002008-12-19T06:19:56.118-08:00Seriously. . . did we deserve this?I got up early this morning, earlier than I had planned. I think I was excited about driving to the land of horse racing for a visit with one of my closest, perhaps my closest, friends. I sat in the chair in the living room, deciding to enjoy a few minutes by the tree.<br /><br />I heard a tap, another tap and a third tap. I had hoped it was one of the cats knocking at something they weren't supposed to, but when I turned on the light and spied my little gray cat looking at the ceiling and a spot on the carpet, I knew that indeed Ike wasn't knocking a Hershey's kiss around under the couch. We had a leak, a bonafide leak in the center of our living room ceiling.<br /><br />Not really wanting to face facts, I got a step ladder and decided to feel for myself. Yep, a leak. I then weighed my options, decided I needed a second opinion and woke up my beloved.<br /><br />He confirmed. Yep a leak. And we used our amateur investigative skills (absorbed by watching multiple episodes of "Monk" and "The Hardy Boys") and decided we had not a clue where the water was coming from.<br /><br />And we sat on the couch again and moaned. It was 5:15 a.m. There was no one to call. I placed a bucket beneath the leak. Cynical went to bed. I watched the news until 7.<br /><br />I felt 7 a.m. was a respectable time to call my friend and commence crying and whining. (And I did cry, puff up and snot through an entire conversation.)<br /><br />And now my day won't be filled with giggles, leisurely lunches where waitresses bring me multiple Diet Cokes or even a yarn shop stop. I will, instead, sit dutifully in my chair monitoring the slow drip of a leak into a big blue bucket until our Mr. Fix-It comes to at least stop the leak until a roofer can come, solve our problems and drain our bank accounts.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-65774186905021518372008-12-16T16:35:00.000-08:002008-12-16T16:42:51.395-08:00Sickness, working late and wishing for good mail<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWx7g3NUFbHpfYELWxAjhUgU0NeAK3J5fqmFSAKNaI0JgVTv_HzHzZzt2EUC9h62cYZB8dVnqsURvZkQDqcmeipz-Bt99BJFJefASgxE_9sQydH-mQFynkMlvfATNgENiKAEKRQ/s1600-h/IMG_4016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280551791867434706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRWx7g3NUFbHpfYELWxAjhUgU0NeAK3J5fqmFSAKNaI0JgVTv_HzHzZzt2EUC9h62cYZB8dVnqsURvZkQDqcmeipz-Bt99BJFJefASgxE_9sQydH-mQFynkMlvfATNgENiKAEKRQ/s400/IMG_4016.JPG" border="0" /></a> I woke up sick this morning, something of a stomach bug I think. I had to go into work, being as I am taking a bunch of time off over the holidays and I had back-to-back-to-back meetings, including one which meant I'd miss an office party and work late. Our front stoop is an ice skating rink and we didn't get one Christmas card today. Excuse me while I whine, wonder whether it's safe to eat dinner and collapse into my own bed.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-23950230474909387982008-12-14T09:05:00.000-08:002008-12-14T11:31:15.960-08:00Weekends and knitting<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHsKxK8ao-n4Z4SWHNjpTUAAZtPTWsbi1qNgWkxuhuqaxcJ-9dT-wJ8v4bhyOQeRN_B0WdgbnTpdfPZI_q5WCtRL_W1wyvs5Im8quvp5bpt1G45m3l5fOyKnPPCQCn8wdICRxcg/s1600-h/IMG_4019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279694187323877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHsKxK8ao-n4Z4SWHNjpTUAAZtPTWsbi1qNgWkxuhuqaxcJ-9dT-wJ8v4bhyOQeRN_B0WdgbnTpdfPZI_q5WCtRL_W1wyvs5Im8quvp5bpt1G45m3l5fOyKnPPCQCn8wdICRxcg/s400/IMG_4019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFe6EvvaRKQPYFFU7GOM_C6rvH7dOFHiu2dsBf1v8lxFarcOH8p2uCgtWnykOJZv05mLc3S3t4QSH84q28d0U6Rz7M-mr1EKrrYgHCUWo372UXE6CMcMwIiQ_-bSQCPRLof8dqrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279694181221235698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFe6EvvaRKQPYFFU7GOM_C6rvH7dOFHiu2dsBf1v8lxFarcOH8p2uCgtWnykOJZv05mLc3S3t4QSH84q28d0U6Rz7M-mr1EKrrYgHCUWo372UXE6CMcMwIiQ_-bSQCPRLof8dqrQ/s400/IMG_3980.JPG" border="0" /></a>Christmas is in 11 days. Is anyone else having a hard time grasping that? Seriously, it is in 11 days. It's not that I have lots of shopping to do. The decorating has been completed for a little while now. And most of the packages are wrapped. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I think what has my Christmas feathers ruffled is that I have so many things I want to do between now and then. I want to make Christmas CDs. I want to make a yo-yo garland. I had hoped to host a personal marathon of Christmas movies. I had planned to get together with more friends. I had lots of things I wanted to do and it is just now hitting me that there just isn't time. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div>I'm not being ungrateful. We've had a weekend full of holiday events. From work Christmas parties to plays to church cantatas, we've done it all. And our calendar is full of yet more get togethers, parties, plans and intentions. Perhaps that is what I need to concentrate on: the things we can do, can get done and will enjoy.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em><span style="color:#33cc00;">Just thought I'd share an ornament that survived the Great Tree Fall of 2007 and a little scarf I knitted up for fun. Lumpy, bumpy yarn, all knit.<br /></span></em><br /></div><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-3616779272329768422008-12-11T08:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:20:07.503-08:00Checking in: drive-by bloggingIt's busy, isn't it? Are you guys feeling overwhelmed and swamped too?<br /><br />So, just a quick stop to to provide a few unnecessary updates and to say hello.<br /><br />-Did I tell you that starting December 19, I am taking vacation time and not coming back into the office until January 2. Yep, that's a long time and I cannot wait. I may even be counting the days. I have big plans for that time period, but we all know I'll just be eating butter cookies, knitting and watching lame Christmas movies. But I will be wearing my new sporty (green and gray) slippers I bought on Black Friday, so that completely redeems my laziness, because I'll be doing it in style.<br /><br />-On December 19, I am trekking to the land of Churchill Downs and spending time with a friend, playing with her kids, doing some yarn shopping and dining out. I can't wait for that either. Oh, and I'm packing lots of Christmas music and you can't stop me.<br /><br />-I wore the Puffed Sleeve Cardigan (Fitted Knits) to work recently and since then every time I wear a sweater someone thinks I have knitted it. I am taking it as a compliment. It is, right? However, I wonder if they realize that I do sleep and eat and bathe and watch a lot of television and sometimes I read. Really, no way could I have knit my entire wardrobe. I just might start taking credit, but that would be wrong, particularly this close to Christmas. He's still watching I hear.<br /><br />-I'm *this* close to finishing up my shopping. Seem to be stumped when it comes to my nephew. Seriously, what do you get a 13-year-old boy? I'm perplexed and so out of touch. Makes me feel old, so old I might buy one of those plastic head scarves to wear when it's raining. I have one gift to nab for a family friend, but I think otherwise we're sparkly and golden when it comes to shopping.<br /><br />-I bought the goods to make a <a href="http://heatherbailey.typepad.com/heather_bailey/2006/12/yoyo_garland.html">yo-yo garland</a>. I'm going to use a <a href="http://heatherbailey.typepad.com/photos/how_to_make_a_yoyo/index.html">little tutorial</a> to do so. I landed on it as my Christmas craft this year because 1. It's easy. 2. I don't like to sew, and am hoping this will help with that and 3. It's so darned cute. Don't you think?<br /><br />-My beloved is getting me a dress form for Christmas. I spied one online on sale, I even had a co-worker measure me (yes, in my office) with a tape measure that came with my desk. I'm a happy elf these days. I envision myself playing dress up until the New Year. Maybe I'll shoot some photographs for you, show you my true handknit sweaters.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-88315720311514605692008-12-08T04:30:00.000-08:002008-12-08T12:36:21.817-08:00Timelines, schedules and cards<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277396064496535938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl9KWYJ7_FBIJAcAteRrhfU1MpayTkKhV3CauT-YP1ETnC7JVFnAWgDkL7HeQmXr_0K7YkM0tQnzx9nO1qon6bdShxYBnZrL28zNKz74dRgL-pbOdmCpJlKmhRof2oB9vxhLv5cg/s400/IMG_3945.JPG" border="0" />I finished my Christmas cards yesterday. That may not sound like a bit feat, but for me, somehow, it takes forever. I am not sure if it is because unlike last year I decided to write out the addresses. Maybe it's because I write a note in most of them. It could be the procrastinator in me or maybe the perfectionist. Anyway, they went out today, save a few stragglers that still need full addresses (nothing I do is every really "done").<br /><br />When it was all over, I was covered in a glittery coating, as was my face (resulting from licking the envelopes), the couch, my address book and I think a nearby cat. We do like glittery, and I did feel a bit like Glenda The Good Witch, except I hadn't bathed yet, brushed my hair and wasn't carrying a wand.<br /><br />My mom sends hers out the day before Thanskgiving. She takes great pride in that, beating everyone else to the punch. I think her legs are permanently bent from sitting in bed each night addressing them. Hers, of course, was the first one to arrive and I think she gloated as she called to check that it had.<br /><br />We had a good night last night, save the fact that I ended up being shocked by a strand of tiny lights, smacked in the face with a rocking chair gone wild and earned a blister on my finger from wrangling bulbs out of multiple strings of nonfunctional lights. And a good time was had by all.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-74423999024828296152008-12-07T05:38:00.000-08:002008-12-07T05:46:17.956-08:00The spirit of things<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUohJfxdJMY8zE_KaG8Xyo7hMHY7y6Y_Hv7azhsbEprs7mSPe-PDczHf2fI6Krn6tSOAU_AslI_uU0LTBQovpvMYCETtWVmkmUfmWofjN5G0JgAh0YI2-Wkn2P0s2sd9QKBPidQ/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277042852737914226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpUohJfxdJMY8zE_KaG8Xyo7hMHY7y6Y_Hv7azhsbEprs7mSPe-PDczHf2fI6Krn6tSOAU_AslI_uU0LTBQovpvMYCETtWVmkmUfmWofjN5G0JgAh0YI2-Wkn2P0s2sd9QKBPidQ/s400/IMG_3935.JPG" border="0" /></a> In my last post I teased about the things I want for Christmas. It was a bit of irony, as I can't seem to think of anything to add to my wish list this year. Cynical has been prodding and usually I have a few wants/desires up my sleeve, but I think right now I am being a little too practical and realizing that I don't really "need" anything. A friend told me yesterday that things had shifted in her mind from what she wanted to what she needed and I suspect the same had happened to me. Although a dress form would be nice, nice, nice.<br /><br />So, this weekend is going by quickly. I judged the lighting contest Friday night, traversing all across our little town admiring all of the hard work, organizational skills and patience of the homeowners. Yesterday I did some errand running and spent the day with a close friend. A little shopping, a nice lunch and some lengthy venting, conversing and laughing. Mmmmm. What I want for Christmas is more time with her.<br /><br />Cynical and I did a little more shopping once I got home, hoping to make a dent in his personal shopping and I think we're off to a good start.<br /><br />It's Sunday and in a few hours my day will get very busy. I'm going to see a musical performance with my mom and then putting up her tree. It's a chore, as I typically assemble it, shape it, put the lights on and then mom adds the ornaments. It's not a fair exchange, but it never is. Wish me luck.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-71491784119048834552008-12-06T20:05:00.001-08:002008-12-06T20:09:30.847-08:00Christmas confessionsOk, so I have a few holiday confessions. You don't mind if I share a bit here, do you? It's a bit selfish of me, you see, as I shop for others, I keep spying stuff I'd like to find beneath my tree.<br /><br />Well, first of all, I secretly want a Nintendo DS so I can cook like Lisa Kudrow. That's the only reason. It's not a good enough one though, right?<br /><br />I sooo want a dressmaker's form. Seriously, no more pathetic sweaters folded on the table photographs and no more begging Cynical to take a shot of me and then never being satisfied with them.<br /><br />Ooooh and a cleaning lady, complete with her own Swiffer, would be a grand thing for Santa to deposit in my stocking.<br /><br />Oh, and world peace and healthcare for all.Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-65408086049955391392008-12-05T07:38:00.000-08:002008-12-05T07:50:15.467-08:00It's in the little thingsI have said repeatedly that I tend to get a bit glum during the holidays. And you are probably sick of hearing about that. I know I am. I have, however, managed to find great cheer, joy and overall glittery happiness in so many of the small things the season brings and I am gonna share a few here. Do you mind?<br /><br />I love, love, love peppermint stuff. And this is the time of year for all things peppermint-esque, isn't it? This morning I stopped for a venti, nonfat, Peppermint White Chocolate Mocha on the way to work. Upon arrival, I unwrapped a few Candy Cane Hershey's Kisses and smiled. I was off to a good start. (Seriously, have you had the candy cane Kisses? Happiness, kindness and world peace all wrapped up in foil. Amazing.)<br /><br />I like Christmas music. This has nearly ended my 12-year relationship on many an occasion, but I do love it. Not all of it, but most of it. This morning I packed Christmas CDs ala James Taylor and Sarah McLachlan. Planning to listen to them to and fro work, not to mention during.<br /><br />Later this month I am trekking to the horse racing capital of the world to visit with a dear, dear college friend. I must confess, she is the one person in the world that I feel truly, truly accepts me. Seriously, this girl can tolerate me in a way no one else can. And I love her for it. Unfortunately I tend to pour all of my angst onto her, but she's always up for the challenge. I am so looking forward to visiting with her two beautiful kids and spending some time just with her, no agenda, just us.<br /><br />The light of our tree makes me so very happy. Hearing the cat beneath it drinking water out of the base, however, does tend to ruin the mood. That being said, relaxing in the living room by the light of those 1600 bulbs brings me such peace. I even turn it on in the morning while I am getting ready. I also put a small tree in the bedroom, such nice light, casts a whole new feel to the room.<br /><br />Christmas cards! Who doesn't like getting good mail? And the month of December is full of it!<br /><br />And I must confess, filling out those little tags that accompany gifted knitted items. I dunno, but it makes me feel good to think that someone will be wearing something I made just for them.<br /><br />I am sure I'll find more little joys in the day. I am judging a lighting contest tonight with my partner in holiday cheer.<br /><br />What makes you happy this time of year? Where do you find peace?Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-40412377830370843102008-12-04T16:40:00.000-08:002008-12-04T17:05:47.451-08:00Christmas Knitting: Check<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRlpqNtqst9DnGl9m6hykZc6LfTBNKDCLlRvBkC0JyyFlK8nI43sk_R2sbkocwvRRRrfAq7k0LfFl-m0nsQHSufU2elm8xhPr2BYz9EH5XAFea43__OELL5L46OGMx7XLo3xKBA/s1600-h/IMG_3918.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276100020366534402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipRlpqNtqst9DnGl9m6hykZc6LfTBNKDCLlRvBkC0JyyFlK8nI43sk_R2sbkocwvRRRrfAq7k0LfFl-m0nsQHSufU2elm8xhPr2BYz9EH5XAFea43__OELL5L46OGMx7XLo3xKBA/s400/IMG_3918.JPG" border="0" /></a>The last of my Christmas knitting, modeled by my beloved.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/75-yard-malabrigo-fingerless-mitts">75 Yard Malabrigo Fingerless Mitts</a> by Jeanne Stevenson<br />Yarn: (Not Malabrigo) Brown Sheep Lamb's Pride in Black and Charcoal Gray<br />Needles: #9 Addis, Magic Loop Method<br />Completed: November 22, 2008<br /><br />Knitting confessions: I ran out of charcoal gray yarn on the second mitt, so I had to improvise, and added the black trim, which meant I had to rip out part of the first one and reknit the last few rows in black to match them up.<br /><br />My knitting projects are wrapped and tagged thanks to the tags created by Madretz and Zann, the perfect touch.<br /><br />PS: Last year I started a tradition. I guess it's not really a tradition if you've only done it one year, but they have to start somewhere, right? Well, I decided that I wanted to craft a Christmas decoration for our home. You might remember the <a href="http://raggedaroundtheedges.blogspot.com/2007/12/presenting.html">button tree </a>(inspired by Madretz) or the <a href="http://raggedaroundtheedges.blogspot.com/2007/12/presenting.html">cookie cutter mobile</a>. Problem is that this year I am already stumped. Any ideas? Anyone? Anyone?Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-24645204283947199042008-12-03T17:05:00.000-08:002008-12-03T17:07:22.764-08:00Shine a little light<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4xnYW8QuRPjJGll_fRhq4SGfHjveK_rOYeXekVYTg_vWl2P1RS1BKXVXW2GDy-ret8ZwMnJlNa8Y6x-bdKTE9YwWttg1NRL2U4G64O0R1307p5rsm-LTKfguspC8IBKit4lUZw/s1600-h/IMG_3912.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275735046726668146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4xnYW8QuRPjJGll_fRhq4SGfHjveK_rOYeXekVYTg_vWl2P1RS1BKXVXW2GDy-ret8ZwMnJlNa8Y6x-bdKTE9YwWttg1NRL2U4G64O0R1307p5rsm-LTKfguspC8IBKit4lUZw/s400/IMG_3912.JPG" border="0" /></a> A bubble night light. . . an nod to the Christmases my dad remembers. He has one too.<br /><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-46193923704136598582008-12-03T04:30:00.000-08:002008-12-03T08:01:49.025-08:00Markers in the week<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kmKM-0XJxx_P8jNCwm9u5qdUREjkt-TERzjEwojIDr8DU4anu8fIfgg4-Q2d5kuA7c0I6v7NuI9LkF9SDlLVIPrunSGx3SVi9E1Icnf4Cpakqk_6-yu_MjkP4zKOThFFOhH9eQ/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275540663485500130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4kmKM-0XJxx_P8jNCwm9u5qdUREjkt-TERzjEwojIDr8DU4anu8fIfgg4-Q2d5kuA7c0I6v7NuI9LkF9SDlLVIPrunSGx3SVi9E1Icnf4Cpakqk_6-yu_MjkP4zKOThFFOhH9eQ/s400/IMG_3910.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's Wednesday. It's part of a week of special events and busy chores. My day begins with an annual exam at the doctor's office. (What a way to start the day.) Never fear, I am meeting up with Kissed Knitter for lunch, so that gives me something wonderful to look forward to.<br /><br />And of course, for the first time this week, I'll be hanging out at home this evening. I kinda want to hang out at home, enjoy the tree, wrap some gifts, maybe write out some Christmas cards. It's gonna be cold and nasty tonight, so it's a good thing to be holed up in the house.<br /><br />I'm judging a lighting contest later in the week and on Saturday I am spending some time with a dear friend that I've known since sixth grade. On Sunday I'll see a performance of "The Messiah". Not a busy schedule, but one full of little gems.<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;">Just a shot of the centerpiece on our table. Glass ornaments in a compote dish. Fancy, eh?</span></em>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14671895.post-37898479339589976952008-11-30T14:49:00.000-08:002008-12-01T19:09:50.416-08:00Something where there was nothing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRoOCPEvx-KHjlDEtRlHhyphenhyphenO4gURhr2szBG3WzaKeoFDQvd0_H2czgScVFURMcbrFkBGCKponJlUks6V57q019pYB8Hf9qr2fPfg94Y07BNKPmg9Vac8HCIxxQGJFowlgAUHP-og/s1600-h/IMG_3894.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274586758471419394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwRoOCPEvx-KHjlDEtRlHhyphenhyphenO4gURhr2szBG3WzaKeoFDQvd0_H2czgScVFURMcbrFkBGCKponJlUks6V57q019pYB8Hf9qr2fPfg94Y07BNKPmg9Vac8HCIxxQGJFowlgAUHP-og/s400/IMG_3894.JPG" border="0" /></a>Not long ago we bought and put up a series of bookshelves. We've never really had "extra" space for display, so this has been fun to play with, particularly when doing our Christmas decorating.<br /><br /><div></div>Ragged Around the Edgeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06383363593313259188noreply@blogger.com4