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Morpheus Scarf knit, stitches dropped, and ready for blocking.  I’m rather doubtful about blocking doing much for it, but the pattern says to do it, so I’ll give it a shot sometime this week (but not today b/c I have a headache and am heading back to bed shortly for a bit).

Sigh.  One of these days, I’ve GOT to get myself a camera with lens stabilization, since I’m The Queen of the Shaky Hands.  Anyhow, this is the aforementioned scarf that I started on Thanksgiving weekend.  I probably ought to call it ‘Nette, since I’m using two strands of chenille that ‘Nette gave me and am knitting it on my bamboo interchangeables that she gave me.  I fear it’s going to end up too short, but I really wanted to make it a bit wider than some of the other scarves I’ve done.  It’s in my favorite rib, 2×1.  I think colors are dark enough & generic enough to be able to be for a woman OR a man, yes?

My experiment w/the handspun from Knitting Magic Girl didn’t work out, so I frogged it.  Then, I started something else w/it, but I don’t like that either, so it’s heading to the frog pond today or tomorrow.  I just haven’t figured out yet what that yarn needs to be.  Hmmmmm….

[Friday night]

So, are you going to your meeting tomorrow?

Yup.

How was your week?

Ohhhh, I don’t know.

What you mean you don’t KNOW?  Yes, you do!

Well, it had its good moments and its bad moments.

So, what would be a bad moment — when you had your face in the chocolate cake?

[wry laugh] Uh, yeah.  That would be a bad moment.

And what would be a good moment?

When I WANTED to have my face in the chocolate cake, but didn’t.

I just realized yesterday that I hadn’t ever finished this, so here are the last few entries in the list:

90. The first (and last) time I ever took Penicillin, I asked my mother if I was going to die, I felt so bad.

 

91. My first memory is sitting in a crib, playing with pop beads and someone in scrubs coming into the room.  I told my mom about it once, thinking it was a dream, and she was shocked I’d remembered it b/c it had really happened.  I was in the hospital at around 2 years old and played with pop beads in the crib.  I also regularly stripped off the sheet and threw it on the floor, and the staff was glad to see me go.

 

92. I once said I’d NEVER have a job where I had to wear a suit & carry a briefcase.  Within a few years, I was working for a big law firm in the financial district, wearing suits and nylons, carrying a briefcase, and using ATM’s nearly daily (see #22).  I have since realized that God laughs at me whenever I make one of those “never” statements and later makes sure that I cross that line.

 

93. I used to buy so many greeting cards that the girls at the Papyrus near my office practically knew me by name (and started discreetly drooling when I walked in the door).

 

94. I love MAD TV.

 

95. I love Jackie Chan movies.  Jet Li movies, too.  Not very girly but, hey, there are worse guilty pleasures to have, eh?

 

96. The last time I went ice skating, I ended up in the ER, getting 16 stitches in my face (in two layers, the cut was so deep).

 

97. I met my husband at a church singles’ retreat but didn’t go out with him until about four years later.

 

98. I had a psycho math teacher in 7^th grade pre-algebra who messed me up for math for life.

 

99. I used to be the content editor for the family channel of a (now-defunct) church web portal.

 

100. I knew all the words to the “Sodomy” song from “Hair” loooooooooong before I knew what any of those words meant.  (And why, exactly, did my parents let me listen to that so young?)