This space for rent.
I'm done with this crap. The blog and I have moved. Join us at
www.spinningathena.com. (That's right, I ponied up for a place of my own. Who's a big girl now?)
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Slowly, but surely.
28 things to do while I'm 281. Finish the wedding quilt.
2. Finish the triangle quilt.
3. Ride bikes with Justin.
4. Sew the grey and pink fleece coat.
5. Design and knit my Weasley sweater.
6. Make Elizabeth Zimmerman's modified yoke/raglan/whatever sweater.
7.
Sew another skirt. Maybe two. 2/28/09 - It's super cute AND it fits perfectly.
8. Finish all 3 lingering UFOs (in the sidebar)
9. Knit a sweater for Justin.
10. Knit 20% of my yarn stash, including any new additions.
11. Spin 30% of my fiber stash, including any new additions.
12. Read all of the
Anne of Green Gables books.
13. Take a cooking class.
14. Read the
Chronicles of Narnia books.
15. Beat
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire on Gamecube.
16. Train Gracie to be a therapy dog.
17. Repaint the concession wall in the bedroom
18. Spin and knit a sweater.
19. Create a series (at least three pieces) of art quilts.
20. Finish the first draft of my story.
21. Complete the first cross stitch I ever started (8th grade?).
22. Complete and submit the first level of the Master Knitter's program.
23. Get new furniture for the family room.
23a. Do not kill Justin in the process of above.
24. Construct some sort of anti-squirrel contraption in the vegetable garden.
25. Take a long weekend vacation with Justin.
26.
27.
28.
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By God, this might just work!
So I still can't get into Blogger, but I can somehow post from my iGoogle homepage. I don't understand any of this. I'm trying to decide if I want to break free from Blogger and host my blog myself, but I'm pretty lazy and pretty cheap, and from the looks of it, hosting my own blog will take work and money. And that cuts into precious Sims time.
Gracie gets therapy
Gracie is lonely. I know she is. She wants to play with other dogs, wants to romp and wrestle and tumble about. Our kitty-corner backyard neighbor has two dogs, Jack and Jack's Friend (we don't see the neighbor enough to ask his name, so he's just Jack's Friend). Jack and JF have been tussling in their backyard as of late, and Gracie sits in our yard and watches, pinned against the fence. She so desperately wants to join.
Justin says we can't get her a friend. And as much as I would love another Golden, dogs are
expensive. We sometimes go to the dog park, but Gracie is much more interested in the people than the dogs.
A few months ago, I thought maybe getting Gracie into a therapy dog program would be a good idea. I had a hard time finding programs in our area, and I thought the training would be pretty lengthy. It turns out that another neighbor and her dog are part of a program, and they're always accepting new teams. The test seems pretty basic - stay, walk on a leash and be calm when meeting new people. So we're working on all of that. She came with me to work yesterday and she was just so good. She loves going to work, loves seeing everyone, loves all the pets. I once read that dogs were bred to do specific jobs, and now that they're all pretty much pets, they are lonely and unstimulated because they don't have to
do anything. And since our vet seems to charge by the pound, Gracie totally needs a job.
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Real! Life! Conversations!
Me: (looking in the mirror) Man, I really have a lot of grey hair.
J: (in the shower) I have way more than you.
Me: Yeah, but my hair is dyed.
J: (after a lengthy pause) Our children are going to be Benjamin Button.
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Hey, Blogger. SUCK IT.
So I can't get into Blogger the normal way, you know, logging in and everything. I can get in through my cache at work, but I cleared my cache at home and now I'm screwed. I don't know what the deal is, but I'm pissed. And I would write them an e-mail, but you have to sign in to do that and I can't sign in. Ugh.
So, anyway, posting is sporadic. Not that I had anything to say. But I did finish three pairs of socks last week and made a 2% dent in the stash. So there's that.
Gracie Lou, Attorney at Law
In addition to her babies, Gracie has rediscovered her love of Nylabones. She has a big one and a small one, the latter which is referred to as "Baby Bone," for she had it as a wee pup. Baby Bone lived in her crate for quite awhile, and since Gracie hates her crate, it was pretty much a death sentence for Baby Bone. Luckily, Penny LOVES Gracie's crate, Baby Bone was unearthed during Penny's last visit.
So G has been hard at work. There's a lot of bone-chewing going on in the house, and she likes to carry Baby Bone in her mouth like it's a cigar.
Since his daring escape from the crate, Baby Bone has been fashioned into a shiv. You could poke holes in leather with this thing. Gracie clearly has a friend in the pokey and is going to bake a cake with Baby Bone inside. And then they're going to steal a Camero, listen to Biggie and harrass phone company employees. (Gracie hates the phone company van. She's not the most observant gal - she doesn't even know the mail guy exists - so this is kind of a big thing.)
Last week, she was sharpening Baby Bone while she had Chuck the Beaver tucked under her paw. And wouldn't "Beaver, Bone and Shiv" be a great name for a law firm?
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The point is in here. Promise.
Gracie is running a home for disabled toys (or, as we refer to them, "babies"). She has
a lot of babies. Dale (chipmunk) has a club foot, Cubbie Bear has an ear hanging on by a thread, and the rest of them are sprawled out on every available floor surface, playing dead. The only one in perfect condition is Chuck, the Ugliest Beaver in the World. Gracie loves Chuck. Chuck has replaced Cubbie Bear as Favorite Toy, and I would normally be worried about Chuck's future, but his scary little beaver face earns him no love from me. (We have reason to believe that Cubbie was responsible for the demise of Hedgie a few months back. Both were left at my parents' house, along with G's backpack, leash and collar. My parents shipped everything back to us, and a day or two later, Hedgie's arm came off. We think Cubbie roughed him up in the backpack. We had a lovely ceremony honoring Hedgie's short life, which culminated in a dignified burial in the kitchen trash can while Justin had Gracie look the other way.)
Gracie loves to leave her babies on the stairs, and we are forever telling her to pick them up. Gracie's a lot smarter than she seems, but she has not yet grasped the concept of picking up toys. So one of us has to pick up the offending baby and shove it in her mouth to make the stairs safe once more. Chuck was on the stairs this morning, and as much as I dislike his ugly beaver face, my last round on the stairs with Gracie ended in me in a cast. So I asked her to pick him up. And she's looking at me, looking at Chuck, walks down the steps right to wear he is and then
keeps on going. So I go to him and try to give him to her and she's not having it. Her little face is all, "I hate that beaver! Stay away from me!" So I threw him down the stairs and OF COURSE she retrieves him.
(And here's the whole point of the story!) Justin's in the bathroom, which allows an unobstructed view of the stairs. (The stairs essentially go IN to the bathroom.) He's watched the whole scene and says, "Sometimes when we ask Gracie to do stuff, she looks like she's displaying a "404 Page Not Found" error."
And then I almost fell down the steps.
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