tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65825402024-03-07T13:08:35.314-06:00Wierd KidsMore than you wanted to know...Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-9032199514921281012022-12-11T20:31:00.001-06:002022-12-11T20:31:51.742-06:00Relaxed<p> I don't know why, but I slept for over 12 hours last night. For some reason, I'm getting a bunch of stuff done today. Maybe it's the sugar rush from starting the Christmas baking? There's 2 batches of Christmas Crack, and one of the Reese's. Ok, there's the remains of said batches. ha!</p><p> I figured out how to move my pictures from my phone into this. The date will be changed after it's uploaded so that I can get a timeline figured of out of what I was making when. That will be so helpful, especially in how much I've produced each month and how much time I'm spending on projects. </p>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-40025144262059674042022-12-10T02:32:00.001-06:002022-12-10T02:32:37.312-06:00Pictures <div>An easy hat for B Cole and family. This is a 2 over 2 cable, 8 row repeat. The fleece was handspun from a "waste" fleece that I was given in a bucket. Despite being felted, the hand was surprisingly good. <br><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-559998284809144942015-01-03T16:06:00.001-06:002015-01-03T16:06:37.458-06:00Started the outline for an auto biography to procrastinate on house cleaning. LOL Nothing like digging a huge hole to keep from planting grass. Ah well. I am getting my projects more organized to take pictures of wips and stash for Ravelry. <br />
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If anyone wants to see them, let me know and I might put a wall of shame on Facebook of the things that are stalled out in Area 51. (There's 3 mysterious areas now. Opps)<br />
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I also have an article started on why podcasting and why listen and I tripped over an awesome TED talk that inspired me to start telling stories and broadcasting the things that go on. It could be really fabulous or really silly. I think I'll collect some of the footage and just trot it down to upstream to edit some things together. I know that I'd like to print bunches of the old pictures and get them on the walls. Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-42104700663484584332014-12-24T11:04:00.000-06:002014-12-24T11:04:11.990-06:00Best Christmas present so far. I picked up a little tablet and I'll be able to write about the interesting stuff that I find.<br />
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First, I'm going to research some basic information on podcasts. I'm an addict, and happy to share the things that I find. Would anyone like to suggest ideas, podcasts or pod catchers? <a href="mailto:wierdkids@gmail.com">email me</a> I'm using Downcadt - a pay service. Probably easiest to start with Itunes. Free and easy. <br />
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Then, I would like to update my <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/">Ravelry</a> profile information. Pictures of stash, the top 3 projects, and pictures of things that I've actually finished. As the <a href="http://www.knitmoregirlspodcast.com/">Knitmore girls</a> say, it's not done until the ends are tucked and photos are posted.<br />
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Finally, I'm going to be grabbing pictures of fixing up the old house. The big projects are done. I'm still so chuffed and amazed that I survived the insurance process that was actually worse than living with a hole in the roof, the barn blowing away, or the wind storm/tornado. I have the stuff to paint William's room and install new screens. I have to choose between 3 great real estate agents and just get it listed. <br />
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Have an amazing holiday!<br />
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<br />Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-17055261579026683672014-08-03T21:52:00.001-05:002014-09-06T19:44:51.743-05:00Fair and new podcastGot one thing together for the fair. To be honest, I made it ages ago and did use it to snuggle with on the couch. I'd never actually done the finishing. According to the Knitmores, it's not done until its blocked, tails tucked and pictures on Ravelry.<br />
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Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-64771867352641965602014-08-03T21:51:00.001-05:002014-08-03T21:51:34.702-05:00Catching upIt feels really good to be back in a place where I can be doing the art stuff again. I don't even want to make the list of what all I've done now. <div><br></div><div>But I will be putting up some pics and telling some stories so stay tuned. </div><div><br></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-43704394219940432242012-01-26T09:32:00.000-06:002012-01-26T09:32:15.063-06:00It's going to be one of those mornings. So far, I've shined my sink (shuddap). I did clean the front of the dishwasher, and then the stove, and finished the counter. Then, went back to clean up the ring that my own coffee cup made. (See, it's EASY! Why isn't the goof doing it??)<br />
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Bad stuff - computer death rattles. Second "temporary" hard drive, loosing everything again. Thank goodness I changed all of the passwords to something reasonable or I'd be locked out of my own internet crap.<br />
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Hot water heater - would you just live or die already, mofo?!? I've held your hand at your bedside for a long time. Your element got changed with much soap opera drama potential, and I've looked more closely at your innards than I ever thought I'd needed to do. When I greet you in the morning with steam and scalding love, much praise is said to dog. When you breathe heavily and pause while I have shampoo in my eyes, vocabulary gets a better workout than my behind has had in a month. When you fade off to nap before I'm finished, well... That's the deal breaker right there. I do have other ways to heat water, but I am not carrying the coffee pot into the shower with me just in case the water heater shoulda had Viagra. It's time. I'm checking into places for you to fade in peace, but I'm just not that civilized. <br />
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Good stuff - Have the pieces in a shopping cart for *MY* computer. Ok, it's really going to be for daughter, but first OMG purchase in a long time. (Since the awesome carpet cleaner which has already saved bacon!) <br />
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Have the list of community ed classes and just need to decide when and what I'm doing. Yoga, Zumba or Tai Chi? <br />
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Blanket of never ending is on my lap and just about ready for some edging. Panda hat only needs ears, pockets and claws. I've moved three beginners into MAKE ALL THE THINGS, starting on two hats and a cowl. Yay! (working with Red Heart all evening - ACK)<br />
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Working on getting a better job actually has prospects. I need a kick in the back pocket, but YAY! Small progress!!<br />
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Meanwhile, now I've folding some laundry, gone over the mail, knitted a bit, blogged SOMETHING and shined the sink before 10 am. Yay, me<br />
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(PS - Awesome stuff - not everything I write is for this or shared at all. I sat down last week to do something flippant and silly about the reasons that a woman would still wear high heels in winter and fell on my face. Some old splinter came out, made of my issues, other people's issues, anxiety, fear and winter blues. Stunning part is that it came out almost whole cloth, seams, button holes and all. Good feedback led to better feedback - so I put on the Big Girl Panties and sent it to a real pro who might be kind and pat me on the head. Instead, I ended the day with a SONG in my email. DUDE, I wrote a SONG! I released it into the world and it came back a little different, a lot prettier and with a joke from the universe that still makes me giggle. So, even if procrastination is sitting behind me snickering, I WROTE A SONG!!)Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-15619292789420709992012-01-21T09:25:00.000-06:002012-01-21T09:25:03.981-06:00To answer a PSA (Public Service Announcement) for a group of very interesting women, I had to tell a really good story. This is a true story showing several life lessons. Set down your drinks and hold on tightly.<br />
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The ER nurses know his name. The surgical nurses ask me how he's doing. Let's just start there...<br />
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He's got a man cave. I try not to know what happens in the man cave until he has all of my silverware. He's fixing up a Camry that his brother thrashed. They've been talking about fry oil conversions, electric cars and hydrogen cars. What would need to be done to convert this Nasty car that is now spanking clean, but still needs much work. <br />
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The next day, he tells the girlfriend that he's grounded. He's still got a major case of the giggles whenever certain words are mentioned. Rare words for teenagers like WATER, JELLY JAR, ELECTRONICS. He's the captain of his school's robotics team and skipped the first few meetings. I don't blame him.<br />
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3 days later, he's taking out the trash. A lid to a can of cat food was on the bottom of the bag and sliced the top of his foot open badly enough to need gauze and duct tape. (yes, duct tape. Red Duct tape with Black Dragons on it. At least it wasn't the hot pink with tiger stripes.) After the 30 staples across his neck and shoulders this summer, we don't need to be back in the ER for AWHILE.<br />
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So, points to remember. Hydrogen explodes. Don't let children play with lighters. Don't do experiments near a computer. Don't scare your mother. My son can blow shit up, but gets hurt taking out the trash. Did I miss anything? Want to hear the stitches story?Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-85191924302598984082012-01-18T08:20:00.000-06:002012-01-18T08:20:31.042-06:00I'm still thinking and working on this project. I'm plugging away at my big list and feeling like not much is getting accomplished. Just little babysteps, so I'm thinking of cutting these up into smaller bites - like maybe I could cut half of Nessie's hair? (grin) I did pay a couple of bills, clean up, and get some more laundry accomplished. I'm within a good movie or two from finishing the jade blanket, and I think a black edging would be stunning and different. Also, just about finished reworking the alpaca cowl to be longer. Still need to do panda ears on a hat, Niki socks, gauntlets, and finish spinning the silk or the Romney, package the Lincoln and clean the alpaca. (eek) I'm lusting after sock yarn and petted some lovely stuff yesterday. Realistically, I can't afford it and do have quite enough stash already. <br />
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Sadly, our water is frozen, so I'm only getting the cup of coffee that was left in the pot from before son went to work last night. Ack. ACKACK. The good side is that my woodstove has had much love and attention, so the house feels wonderful. Just sent a son to fetch coffee - WOW, that is a nice part of having room mates instead of little children!<br />
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Not much progress on the Control Journal. I have a really nice, large leather one that had everything in it. I wanted a "Crazy Lady Planner", but it was quite expensive. I built most of what I wanted, but LARGE. It was too much. I'm not a fan of the huge binder thing. Right now, I have a couple of notebooks that I try to keep life in. A small book for my pocket, a notebook size for knitting stuffs. I still don't always remember to pull them out when I'm planning a day, but they're always there to get my back.<br />
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On the podcast front, I'm very proud that I'm totally caught up with <a href="http://www.npr.org/">NPR news</a>. I've listened to <a href="http://2knitlitchicks.com/">2KnitLitChicks</a> and like it. I'm not loving it, but I'll give them time to get rolling before I critique. Today, I have <a href="http://sticksandstring.wordpress.com/author/sticksandstring/">Sticks and String</a> to catch up on, and oooh, his accent.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-3011185372455299482012-01-15T11:34:00.000-06:002012-01-15T11:34:24.763-06:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not much done today, but I will put in a quick note to stay in the habit. "I'm proud that..." I'm proud that I did NOT dance on the bar last week, and I'm proud that this weekend - the creepy stayed away. There were a few moments where I was in the bathroom, and heard my name outside the door. Yea... Or when someone came up to me and said that they knew me but I had no idea who the person was. Yea...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The thing in my head today is DON'T MAKE IT HARD. Don't take some little thing and blow it up. Don't create drama, don't look for the drama. If you want to clean the kitchen, that might be too big a project. For right now, just wipe the counter. You can then put away the clean dishes OR you might do the floor. Just do something without making it hard. Do that one thing that will have the most results. If you're terminally out of coffee cups, put them in the dishwasher. If you can't find underwear, go wash them, or better yet, go buy nice, new ones. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm looking at my huge list. Thinking what I can delegate and what can just be ignored. It's hard, and even harder to know that I have to do this stuff on my own. I feel like I want to stomp my feet and whine, but that's not making any progress. I want to curl up and watch tv with someone, or find a warm bit of shade to sit with a book. I keep telling myself that those will come when I find the bottom of the list. Or, finish the majority of the list. (sigh)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, speaking of hard things, I'm going to think about why blame and casting aspersions has been bothering me. I should know better than to let hurtful opinions get to me or to listen to the people who are negative for their own reasons. Yet, I'm no perfect PollyAnna - when a lawyer tells you that you worry too much, yea... Hahahaha! So, to kill the roadblocks and be aware of the ones that might be my own creation - I'm looking at another person's project. It looks ABSOLUTELY LOVELY. If nothing else, go look <a href="http://pinkideachampagne.com/get-started-guide/">at this art.</a> I'm going to swing the "Sunday Challenge #3" that went by in my facebook. It says, "</span><br />
<h3 style="background-color: white; color: #111111; font-size: 1.286em; font-weight: normal; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0.611em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.833em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When you blame, even yourself, you’re saying that you’re powerless."</span></h3><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and "<span style="background-color: white; color: #3d4a4a; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">Because when you take responsibility without blame or the inevitable beating up of yourself, you’re </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #3d4a4a; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;">finally able to have the clarity to see what it is you can learn from all that crap."</em></span></div><div><em style="background-color: white; color: #3d4a4a; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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Next will be the "Control Journal". FlyLady means it to be a huge thing centered on Mom and job and Kids, but I'm going to take it other places as well.<br />
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Step 1 is to gather your supplies. I have a stack of post its, so that's where I'll start. ((<a href="http://www.flylady.net/d/getting-started/flying-lessons/control-journal/step-1/">FlyLady has a big list </a>- Please do go over and click around her version if you want to run ahead)) Use what you already have - 3 by 5s, notebook paper, printer paper.<br />
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(I'll jump ahead for a second and fill you in on one of the best internet things ever - The <a href="http://www.pocketmod.com/">PocketMod</a>. You just print it, and carry it. You'll use it and get used to using it. Then you'll lose it and wonder how in ... did you ever get so dependent on a piece of paper! I print mine with a month "DeadLine Plotter," an "Appointment Timesheet" if I'm going to have a crazy week, use lines or small grid for planning, and fill the rest with a "week" calendar. Best invention ever! Plus, you have the entire back to unfold and write things down on. WIN! <a href="http://www.pocketmod.com/v2/">Go directly to Create a PocketMod</a>)Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-70713617431275726772012-01-12T11:45:00.000-06:002012-01-12T11:45:59.720-06:00The thing I'm trying to learn is being frustrating, so I'll be going back to basics instead. How basic? Did you brush your teeth? Someone in my house still needs to be reminded about this. So - How is your self care? <br />
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Self care is the basis for coping skills. If your hair stinks, it doesn't matter which Axe you use. If you allow your clothes to stay dirty, then don't be surprised when no one wants to hug you and that it doesn't matter which jeans you're wearing.<br />
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I'm grinning as I write this because this is still my super-long morning. Up before dawn and mumbling around until I have to bundle up for the crappy job. I'm still in jammies with scruffy teeth! (giggle) So, what would I be doing if I were taking good care of myself?<br />
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I set up flylady at one time to help track things. Things that are measured will show improvement. Self care is measured in the depth of what you care about. So, where are you today? Zinging and awesome or flirting with depressive levels? Either way is fine - it's just a snapshot of who you've chosen to be right now. You can go be someone else if you like. Today, I get to be a lazy bum for another 10 minutes, and I'm choosing to blog about it, so stalkers bugger off! <br />
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First, I'm going to rewrite my routine. Today, I woke to my alarm and called for the person who needs early help. "Are you up?" "Yes" "Are you really up?" "YES!" "Are you dressed?" "YES I AM" "Did you brush your teeth?" "Not yet" (sigh) I'm not even asking about the clean underwear and socks because I don't want to know. <br />
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The person that needs help has a routine written out to the small details. Most people probably don't need this, but it might be helpful to have an authority reminding you to just use the good sunscreen along with the routine basics. If nothing else, having a basic routine posted, and using it daily will be one easy thing to accomplish. It only takes 30 days to start new habits, so start a routine to make sure that you've done the things that leave you FABULOUS and ready for your day.<br />
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Homework - write yours up now. Every morning, what do you care about within the first hour? You can write another list of everything you'd like to accomplish (and I will), but the most important fits in the first hour. Put the entire routine there, all the details of EVERY morning.<br />
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This is already too long, but my first hour is usually:<br />
Alarm - one snooze allowed - ONE!<br />
2nd alarm - actually get up and pee.<br />
N - moving?<br />
Medicate the dog<br />
Coffee<br />
Fire<br />
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Bonus points for<br />
EAT! Coffee creamer is not enough<br />
Vitamins - Multi, D, Calcium and C<br />
Yoga -<br />
Computer (email, Rav, FB?)<br />
Shower<br />
Teeth<br />
Dress to shoes<br />
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So, where are you today? I'll write more on this theme tomorrow. If you want to jump ahead - <a href="http://www.flylady.net/d/getting-started/31-beginner-babysteps/">http://www.flylady.net/d/getting-started/31-beginner-babysteps/</a> It's the best outline, but it can be quite overwhelming and "This doesn't apply to me" My schedule doesn't apply to most either, but I have a woodstove and people to care for. It's where I am at this second and is now on a green post it on my mirror. Plus, I'm already late for the shower part (grin), so DO YOUR HOMEWORK!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-45240855026116294092012-01-12T10:55:00.000-06:002012-01-12T10:55:57.528-06:00Saying that I'll get back to this again. (giggle) The podcast project went really well, and eventually I'll post up the results. Making me happy right now is Knit Wits, Cast On, and having NPR on tap. I need to return the funky stuff to skullcandy and get a good set, but I'm back in cheap ones - even if they are SkullCandy. (Yay - PURPLE!).<br />
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The huge success is that I'm finding the HEALTHY! Yes, I'm doing it up. Lost more than 70 pounds, taking my vitamins, off all meds, and LAUGHING! Yes, me - bursting into giggles over my own stable of LOL cats. I still should be doing lots of things better, but I don't have to beat myself up over it or get beaten around the head. It's better and that's just fine.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0Helga, MN, USA47.40938414252247 -94.80820697324213647.365276142522468 -94.87243897324214 47.453492142522471 -94.743974973242132tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-28844491330062251682011-04-26T09:55:00.000-05:002011-04-26T09:55:04.023-05:00Well, another blank page to stare at. I came in to post a small story with the links that I want to keep. My obese Siamese kicked over the computer and killed it dead. Son and I worked for 4 days to reinstall an operating system, but dead is dead. I, of course, threatened to break cat's legs almost hourly but she just showed me her butt and wanted to use the free lap space for warmth. <br />
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So, I have to start my podcast journey from the beginning of the road. I know the ones that I want to stay with, but I'm sure there will be many that I forget. So, I started with a search for NPR and rejoined a few of those. Then, I went to Ravelry, because everything is on Ravelry, and the podcast junkies group has a big list of the podcasts of interest. Some of those are podfaded, some of my favorites flashed in time like a Nova and I only saw a minor reflection of something wonderful. <br />
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This makes me want to document the research and start my own podcast. I'd really like to read some books for Librivox, I'd really like to document what I'm designing and knitting. I'd like a place to sell the yarn that I haven't found a wonderful use for or fallen out of love with. <br />
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So, the first that's making me happy is the <a href="http://celticmythpodshow.com/">Celtic Mythology Podcast</a>. It does have a subscribe button, and a place to listen from the website. What a WONDERFUL treat! The old stories told with passion and a bit too many sound effects. They do an absolutely fabulous job with just a minor rub up against the Pagan side. I don't want to convert to Paganism, thanks. But, finally understanding that the stories are populated with the shadows of history told in best tall-tale fashion is a thing of absolute wonder. There's also just something about highland music that stays under your skin until the call of the wild places has overtones of reeds, whistles and bagpipes. I do also enjoy the idea of spending some time with men who own kilts and might actually wear one.Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-67916808158286581842011-02-09T10:37:00.002-06:002011-02-09T10:40:44.136-06:00Today, I'm listening to <a href="http://classicpoetryaloud.wordpress.com/">Classic Poetry Aloud Podcast</a>. My favorite is <a href="http://classicpoetryaloud.podomatic.com/entry/2007-06-03T12_50_03-07_00">"If" by Kipling</a> If this link works, I'll put up some more favorites.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-42904209331015340552011-02-08T10:27:00.002-06:002011-02-09T10:41:01.573-06:00Just tripped over the <a href="http://www.railriverfolkschool.org/">Rail River Folk School</a>, and OH, it looks like FUN! Stalk their webpage for the calendar and bloggy goodness.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-84852067903826826332011-01-30T20:20:00.008-06:002011-01-30T20:47:38.461-06:00<div>Hey there. This is Nikki. I have three set of American girl books here, and I want to sell them to a home instead of tossing this lovely books in the trash. Is there anyone interested in purchasing this books? I would try to set up an e-bay account, but I misplaced my routing number.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are pictures of the books in question. (Good quality. Some binder and book box edge wear. Each of these books came from a smoker home)</div><div><br /></div><div>Molly. (1944. Intellectual american girl. Kind of a social nerd type of character. Reminds me of an old classmate)</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDV4BWTt6HRc-SWcXatr2q-iv11kPmQcQodzxIqHk6INq0dq44R00zlI2eWv4KRcisbMZFBeL-q4bCGBH54gWq3BMZVkzTPLtJxFtG1dkaBkEVQWJJ0MRJESwAspjIOnAng4s/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568169817969275874" /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCWvC5qzglkcbSDU_qPoI6sEtZe-UKtD76MMklaWLbcpIIIZNlDal1o3MVOyoSO3NP22Ak2XJIAqQEadleVFYCQdIYnwpqGW7cDQe3Xt3_1D62wmh0aLSECrOGOXI7W4E3n5O/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568170723198706434" /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAigtPiqTyiNCalJu4VIB9xuvNoGUqPupcabUorU8ZoK9x702SH-PcpNHp6t77UwVz2n7LS_PEeSyKeZK6RpYVZvmGIyvfsLYgJcvzncrDh7CFH9O8fzh9XiA6VkexKRkLcrM/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568170932993184386" /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Samantha. (1904. Victorian girl. She's friends with an orphan girl. How astonishingly novel! :0)</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_dC5SPBoFIT8a_TkDq_W7LvZtWSpefJCpDd6odJ8ezRC00o0scfASQppcoGoKa2xXF_2ABY36D9eq7RjFz6DWHJFBwzCiV2MUqWQdfDe5jfF0sTlBEnwMsSVZ86C3q_WGuzvT/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568170942644575442" /><br /><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Ui3bgNQAQf0nRVgY5gIKcmyFGc9ONvC0Uikxr415CPVIRk_Z6OQXgH2ugcmTHY5cv5thuB_SGQwqdub097_yeZgXAeL2QH7K0BdrNR-I8hUaYxLcnKk94lj5JbDxpBN-5E6V/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568170951971073602" /></div><div><br /></div></div><div>And Kirsten. (1853. Swedish immigrant. Nice girl)</div><div><br /></div><div>The book box has this weird chocolate stain on the lower corner and the bottom. The side I pictured is the clean side. I am not sure where it came from. I think a cousin of mine handled the book box and made the stain.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwtSBXMxzx3SP2osvpedlezgbdOmbNcidGNVjP-U2DbI5_8xMCdSVe0qYXW1QJ93qxGcZQDzvaK1KTHfXXEDh1ijRZypNS7OgdrN3-BtQG76UGpjqU41uObq9rCrV6uILocmL/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568173937934834594" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Book 1 has a twenty page crease on it's cover. It doesn't affect the word print quality that much, but it is a bit annoying.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also The book in the bottom middle depicts our Swedish heroine being alarmed by a bear. Oh my!</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoTUf0r0BEK-VlyE7Rqe49cpU9V_p4SBKlogrDF8kxsTqOJ0DutN6dxZ-FDcuGmKLTnqRoQ6fBcOkvVlyidxatlJaxVRQUfALsLPKCSxyCTHKN62N0ohh0ocmHmmzr-tjxexI/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568173940283387490" /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-65487994984771613792010-12-27T11:21:00.003-06:002010-12-27T11:23:35.572-06:00Many things have changed, and I'm just trying to find my way. I've lined up all of the little things that I can, and asked for many forms of help. I'm just trying to find a way to get a grip, even when one person tells me that I'm fantastic and "doing great" and another twists anything into "irresponsible" and "creating drama". Is it any wonder that I feel like I can't do anything right?Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-10146752705974273762010-08-31T11:56:00.002-05:002010-08-31T12:01:43.309-05:00I can't believe how long it's been since I've posted to this. I really, really need to get back on the writing horse, and get some things done. <div><br /></div><div>One of the big new things going on is that I'm teaching classes at the new yarn store in town, and I'm really enjoying it. So far, I've offered Cassidy, February Lady sweater, and Clapotis. Upcoming will be Rockaway, socks, and Silver Leaves shawl. Yum! I was looking around at the fun stuff, and I'm thinking that Rockaway will be even more popular if I knit up a variation around "The Dude". </div><div><br /></div><div>The other thing that may be a big, hairy deal this winter would be to get rolling at a fiber business. I am being encouraged to sell some of my handspun, so why not? Niki designed some yarn labels that I have to figure out how to print, and then I have to decide if I'm selling hanks or cakes. </div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-48352356906949727832009-09-17T11:56:00.001-05:002009-09-17T12:33:16.051-05:00Spin in Public Day<div><br /></div><div>I set down to write a small press release about not doing anything for Spin in Public Day on September 18th. Maybe not nothing, maybe just finish playing in the dog hair project - you know, raise funds for my fiber art barn by spinning up small animals or hats from people's pet hair. Or, work on the color that I invented that I'm going to call "Bunnies inna Grass" because I'm just that kind of dork, or play in the two fleeces that I'm prepping right now. But instead, I ended up writing a diatribe. </div><div><br /></div><div>September 18th is work-wide spin in public day. Anyone is welcome to grab a sick and twirl something, maybe even something useful. The Bemidji contintgent of artists won't be holding a public celebration since most are still recovering from the fair, and are planning for their retreat next week. There were only two skeins of yarn on display at the Beltrami County Fair this year, but several projects began with something spinning in the air. At least two projects began in the grass north of Lake Bemidj on a beautiful Lincoln sheep with sticks and string, and will be keeping a family warm this winter. </div><div><br /></div><div>There is always a debate over art vs craft. Is one of the fair's submitted prjects high art for making a statement against modern economics? Maybe a statement against torture - against mans inhumanity to man or against the chaos of modern systems. Ok - I really did just write "man's inhumanity to ham". Must be getting hungry.</div><div><br /></div><div>The line of art v craft is usually drawn at usefullness. The project that makes the above statements is actually a humble pair of socks made by someone's mother from the sheep that they raised. Functional, beautiful, and almost as loud a political statement as the Obama Quilt that was hung in the center of the room. </div><div><br /></div><div>The over educated might remember that a small, humble spinning wheel was the tool that spun the British Empire out of their colony, India. M. Ghandi advocated that each person could do a small bit to help India become economicall independent by spinning cotton on a charka. Cotton from India, neighbors weaving cloth, and wearing the result of industrious neighbors was one of the most successful economic boycotts and political protests of all time. I'm pretty sure that they might have been drinking tea, but they weren't rude to each other while they were doing it.</div><div><br /></div><div>This small wheel, the charka has been reinvented by Ajeet Raju S Hiremath to generate electricity. The e-charka stores the energy from two hours of spinning to power an LED light for 7.5 hours, and can also be used to run a small radio. The e-charka is distributed by KVIC Mumbai.</div><div><br /></div><div>Finally, in our school down the road, some child is spinning a pencil, a coin, a paper simply because the eye is fascinated. When the spinners do get together, traffic stops. Passersby watch the wheels spin, watch the bundles of color as they float and smile. A spinner can tell what type of person they are looking at because the creative types goggle at the colors, animal lover's hands twitch at petting the fluff and mechanical types watch the connections of the treadle to big wheel to drive band to flyer to bobbin. Theres just something about spinning that appeals to the child, the artist and the hippy in all of us. Have a great Spin in Public Day!</div><div><br /></div><div>The Boucle store in Fargo will be hosting a "Spin In" on the 19th, and the other area stores are busily running a Shop Hop. You can find details and prizes for that on the web. Shannon Anderson moderates the Crafty in Minnesota group on Ravelry as ShannonA and moderates the Event Calendar for the state of MN.</div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-26450425347082142862009-09-10T13:51:00.000-05:002009-09-10T14:27:42.624-05:00Idea for an article to write. Yes, I will totally file plagerism on your ass if you take my ideas - Copyright ME and FOREVER.<div><br /></div><div>Can you tell I have been having a really bad day? Anyhooo...</div><div><br /></div><div>The American Health Care System aka "Don't worry about it - We'll take it out of your Ass Later."</div><div><br /></div><div>In May, I lost my MIL after her third bout of cancer. Don't worry, this isn't going to be yet another article on socialized medicine, the failures of the American Health Care system, problems with EPA policies or Champion International Paper selling Walmart supplies while letting an entire town die of cancer. Those are old tap dances with the devil. This morning, I'm thinking of a probate consultation with a perfectly lovely gentleman lawyer about cash-ish and what happens if you don't have any.</div><div><br /></div><div>I still haven't figured out how any of this is my responsibility, or why I'm determinedly dog paddling across the deep end. Moving on...</div><div><br /></div><div>I was there because a disabled veteran over a certain age shouldn't pay taxes on the land that he lives on. Stand firmly on that fact because shit is about to get really wierd... </div><div><br /></div><div>He can be a squatter on land that isn't in his name because he's lived there for so many years. If he stays -as a squatter - he owes the full amount of taxes. </div><div><br /></div><div>A reasonable person would say, "He lived there with his spouse and she owned the land - so it's his." NO. That's not how our current model of HEALTH CARE paid for by TAXES, but not socialized is all about.</div><div><br /></div><div>When the spouse dies, the power of attorney that is given to take care of business expires. Any changes have to go thru probate court. Probate court will cost around $1500 to file -- to get out of $700 per year of taxes. Ok then, bad math -- that shouldn't be logical, but as he says, "So, there ya go."</div><div><br /></div><div>During probate court, it will come out that the credit card companies can file claims about paying for the hotel rooms he stayed in while she was dying. All of the companies from Better Home and Gardens to the truely evil Capital One will come in and say, "She owes us money." Each claim drives the costs of probate court higher. In case I didn't say this strongly enough, credit cards are entirely EVIL, and Capital One is a raging demon with a pitchfork in one hand and a raging hard on in the other that will... eh, let's not finish that thought. I'll go on record and say that the highest three levels of Capital One should be lined up for a firing squad, with the top execs shot in the left testicle and then drawn and quartered. I'd pay... Nah, I'd chain the tractors to their legs myself and I don't even have an account with them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to the ranch, or lack of ranchhouse. I still haven't explained why the system paid for by our tax dollars is actually entirely capitalist instead of socialist. I'm actually intimidated to total up the cost of surviving 3 bouts of 3 different cancers. You see, my MIL actually made too much money to get any help. And, the St Regis Paper company is entire defunct. They aren't there to pay for what their poison did to her. Champion/International/whatever they call themselves this week bought the "cleaned up Superfund site" as a way to get out of paying taxes. (dum, dum-dum, dum, dumb) They are currently arguing in court that it is perfectly reasonable for a genetically healthy, non-smoking person to have 2 different forms of breast cancer, and then ovarian cancer. And, sorry, you can't get insurance and you can't get help because you work part time at the Cass Lake Times at barely a quarter over minimum wage. For the sake of clarity, bills from the first cancer, bill from the second cancer, total mastectomy, checks where the doctor feels entirely free to say things like "It's your fault that you're fat", and the big plastic catheter in the chest. This third round, I've seen one bill for over $300,000 and one for just a few hundred dollars from the anesthesia service, nursing service, and, and, and... She's been squeezed to get blood from a stone for decades, this article is a way to tell all of them to try to chip gold out of the headstone, ya'll. Good luck with that.</div><div><br /></div><div>But, the saga isn't over with death. Nope, that just isn't how America works. When she could finally put life on credit cards because she wasn't working all; when she could finally get help from the NOT-SOCIALIZED taxpayer funded health care - it only created more problems. You see, the state of Minnesota won't try to throw our squatter FIL out of his wife's house. The normal vulture creditors have 3 years to put all of this into probate. Discover card actually asked, "Are there any assets?" "Do you want the 10 year old tv?" and "Was there an insurance policy?" I actually laughed in that poor woman's face. "Yup, $1000 and already spent $1800 for a small service cremation and funeral." Pretty sure Discover gave up calling, Citibank and Capital One are still harassing our squatter.</div><div><br /></div><div>The lawyer flat out told us that the state has a perfectly reasonable claim to try to get the Medical Assistance funding back out of her "estate". So, if FIL falls down the stairs or keels over laughing at Rush Limbaugh - the state gets everything. The only reward that I get for helping our squatter is that feeling of do-good-ed-ness, the craft paint, and the Lane Bryant clothes. There's no question of inheritance. You may as well call our taxpayer funded - NOT SOCIALIZED - health care system the "Estate Tax for po' jackpine savages" or "We'll take it out of your ass later" policy.<br /></div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582540.post-47876904436584402622009-07-18T19:37:00.000-05:002009-07-18T19:44:21.190-05:00We didn't get to rib fest in Cass Lake, but FIL brought us another lunch of fresh BBQ. Nessie wore sauce on her face most of the afternoon. We tried to get to Art in the Park, and saw some very nice things. The swing chairs and hammocks were very tempting, but I can't think where I'd put something like that.<div><br /></div><div>Sue and her SIL had a booth with dye your own silk scarves, and she said they'd been busy all day. I'm going to get up there early tomorrow so I can see some of the dyeing. I did see a few, and the colors were terrific. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then, we went to dinner at Super Buffet. The food wasn't quite as good as usual, but everyone had 3 or 4 plates worth. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was able to finish almost the entire Clapotis while I walked around, so I should be able to give her that on Monday. I'm SO excited to do this for her. Tomorrow, we have to get to a fish fry, and I have absolutely no idea what to bring. I'm thinking that a couple of pies should do it. </div>Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05674963736369476913noreply@blogger.com0