freedom braid
freedom bread
freedom kissing
freedom dip
“pardon my freedom”
this is why the concept behind freedom fries is ridiculous.


The cold just might finally be gone. This means I should get motivated to buy a bicycle. Though, biking around town isn’t as much fun as knitting, I can easily backpack the knitting supplies and bike to some far away park and sit in the shade of a huge tree. /Nice/.

the only thing to make me smile

is the fact that I can knit as soon as I get home. Yesterday, the entire company received their annual merit increases and bonus for the previous year. I was not among the recipients,, since, you know, I was an internal freelancer who worked her ass off last year for the redesign. I may be just complaining here, but hell; it’s my blog, so I can. We did get our very generous Federal Tax Return yesterday, though. I’m pleased as punch about that.


It’s Friday again:
1. Do you like talking on the phone? Why or why not?
Some days. Usually my conversations are short because they’re for planning a face-to-face encounter.
2. Who is the last person you talked to on the phone?
The Glass Nickel phone order guy
3. About how many telephones do you have at home?
One land line.
4. Have you encountered anyone who has really bad phone manners? What happened?
5. Would you rather pick up the phone and call someone or write them an e-mail or a letter? Why or why not?
E-mail. I like typing and being able to re-read.

another week

flies by. When you get older, does the urge to wear clothes related to a celebratory holiday get bigger? I don’t have anything green for Monday and I don’t seem to be bothered by it. But, I know people with whom I work will be very excited for green.


Oh boy. I’ve gone officially knitnuts. You may think this already happened a month or two ago, but at that point, I did not have two orders of yarn on the way, a new yarn book, and an almost complete five hat belt. Actually, I’m not as knitnuts as some people, but at least I have something to aspire to.

With the day off yesterday, Kurt and I spent a large part of his birthday walking around on State Street. Neither of us had been down there for a while. He wanted to check out Radio Shack for some newfangled universal remote when we walked past Stillwaters. The bullet holes in the window were astonishingly fake-looking. I mean, I’ve never seen bullet holes through anything but a deer road sign on some backroad country highway. They looked like those decals you can (cheesily) put on your car to make it appear as though you’re tough. The orange spraypaint on the sidewalk marking where the shell casings flew were eery, especially considering how much I like the color orange. The Channel27 news guy was there interviewing a group of college-aged boys who had apparently been patrons at the time. They looked hungover, and in shock, still. I feel creeped out about the whole thing, since Kurty works in a bar with a huge front window.

Sorry faithful readers

but yesterday was spent, in it’s entirety, knitting. I have very little to comment on because the best thing for me while knitting is Comedy Central’s reruns of SNL and mediocre stand-up comedy. Speaking of stand-up. Jerry Seinfeld is coming to Madtown on my birthday and I really wanted to go. The tickets went on sale on Saturday morning, and when I went to purchase them yesterday evening and all but the $75 9p show was sold out. I’m not interested in spending $75 on something that doesn’t either plug in or light up and give me entertainment for longer than an hour.