Friday, November 30, 2012

WOW It's like, 50 degrees outside!

If I could find a working razor, I'd shave my legs and wear a dress today! Ah well, the pasty white skin reflects light..might not be a good day for that.

So I read this article yesterday about these cruel farmers who live pluck the crap out of their geese for some chi-chi down coat industry.  The picture showed these poor Toulouse geese denuded and just looked so wrong. I went outside and stared at Buddy, our goose and just cried.

Let's take another look at the cutie goose we call, Buddy :
Buddy is the most easy-going, calm, upbeat goose we have.  I've been told it's the breed: Toulouse are very docile geese.  Buddy, however has not been forthcoming on his/her real sex, so I had to pluck 3 feathers and send them to a DNA Sexing business to get Buddy's real gender.  I suspect Buddy's a she, but I could be wrong.  Heck, plucking 3 feathers made me feel real bad, could you imagine plucking Buddy until he/she was bald? Not a nice sight.  

It's just wrong, plain wrong. Anyone caught doing that should have every one of their hairs (including ones NOT on their heads) plucked out one by one.  Maybe then they'd stop being assholes.  Yes, I said it and I meant it! There is absolutely NO EXCUSE to be cruel to animals, especially ones in your care. If you are being cruel, it's because you have no soul.  

Knitting has started for Christmas, even though I know that no one wants to receive a knitted gift from me. Effing TOUGH! I say.  I'm almost at the point where I will refuse to accept another store-bought crappy gift from family and friends just because I'm sick of their laziness.  I mean, really.. the last post said it all; I get crap I never use and not a one of them considers that huge elephant in the room : YARN!!!!!!

Did I tell you about the time I actually went into a liquor store, bought my brother a nice set of shot glasses and pint of Doc because...here's the kicker..........He DRINKS! What else would you give an alcoholic, right? What did I get in return? A pair of shitty earrings he snagged off the clearance rack for 50 cents -with the tag still on them.  ~facepalm~  I rarely wear earrings and I spent at least $15 on his booze. No thought goes into these gifts whatsoever, but I'm supposed to be gracious about it....when others cannot even accept an effort on my part.

You see? How the HELL is someone supposed to be in a Christmas Spirit when they are treated like shit all the time? 

Christmas is NOT what you make of it, it's what people make of it FOR YOU. If your efforts towards others is lazy and uninspired. If you cannot accept a gift graciously -even when it's not what you wanted- you are :RUINING CHRISTMAS FOR OTHERS.   

There,  I said it. Now think about how you are treating others this Christmas.  If you cannot gather enough gumption to actually put thought into a gift, then don't even try.  Give them a smile and a hug.  Or is that too hard to handle as well? 




Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Nope, no spirit

Still can't get into the Christmas Spirit, not in any way shape or form. I am really trying to figure out how to get there, but it is not happening. Everyone else is singing their carols, bedecking trees and I could give a crap less.

So why DO we put up trees? Why DO we spend all our $$ buying crap for others. Ok I know that they are termed 'gifts' but really............what do you remember of last years' 'gifts'?  I mean, think about it: I am a knitter.  I knit. All the time, everywhere. It's not a secret.  Now you'd think a gift of yarn would be greatly appreciated, right. Any kind of yarn, even that fun fur stuff.  I'll use it. I've got charities that I knit for.

How much yarn have I received for a Christmas gift? NONE.  Really? I mean REALLY? How freaking hard is it to go to Wal Mart and pick up Red Heart? I'D USE IT! I'd REALLY use it!

Instead I get more body creams.  Do I smell bad? I DO shower and stuff.
Or Candles.  Scented candles.  Yeah, the only candles I use are the ones when the power goes out.  Is this some sort of effort to 'chickify' me? It's not going to work. After 43 years, it.   won't. work.

Why is it we see family at this time? They're always bitching, always fighting. Can't shut their pie holes for more than one second.  I'd rather spend time with my geese, thanks.  At least I know where I stand with them.  They aren't two-faced.  Yes, I know of all the times when you mock my handmade gifts and throw them out.  Thanks.  At least I keep YOUR crap. 

Monday, November 26, 2012

Apropo, is it not?

Solitude
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain. 

-The interesting note about this poem is the fact that Ella Wheeler Wilcox wrote it in 1883. In 1885 a writer by the name of John Joyce stole it -word for word- and published it in his own book. Ella demanded he stop, offering $5,000 if he could prove it was his own. He refused and pimped it as his own for the rest of his life. Atypical behavior for those days, yet I will be the one to remind you, it's par for the course in 2012. 

People steal from you your ideas, your money, your soul if you aren't careful. Even when you call them on their thievery they will refuse to acknowledge the theft, nor your pain at doing so. It's nothing to them if they leave you naked, without food or hope as long as they get theirs. Witness the mobs of people who crowd the stores on Thanksgiving weekend for the want of a bargain on cheaply-made Chinese crap.  Crap they will give as gifts to those they propose to love. Recipients will then throw out that cheaply-made Chinese crap when it breaks, return it for money or throw it on a pile of other cheaply-made Chinese crap. 

But oh, we must abandon our warm beds and stand in line at stores for this stuff.  They, I should say.  I refuse to join this utter madness. It's stupid, pedantic and oh so apropo: The poster children for what is more important in people's lives today: 'Stuff" over others.

Greed's become the currency of the realm.

If it means that I am not part of this Greed Crowd, I would prefer to stand alone, weeping or laughing.  My currency is different than 99% of this world. 

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Personal Rant

There was a wonderful rant here, but I cut it out because it was pretty harsh.  Face it people; no one really wants to hear what you say it it means upsetting their pretty little world.


Monday, November 19, 2012

Things I've learned in College to apply to next semester

1. If I can avoid it, no more professors of the female gender.  No, I will not expound on why because it will just tick off many of my gender.  Suffice it to say that you cannot have it all and do it all well.

2. Online classes? No. I need on campus classes.  I need the structure.

3. No Friday classes if I can do it, and try to schedule more than 1 class /day to make it pay.  This one hour a day in class M-W-F is killer.

4. Eating in the cafeteria is actually pretty cheap.  $5 gets me a decent meal.  Though I won't do the chicken fingers any more.  They sat like a rock in my gut all afternoon.

5. Stick to my study schedule. It works and even if a prof throws a monkey wrench, it will work.

6. Expect some sort of nervous breakdown weekly.  It helps to expect it.

7. Check that d2l more seriously because of #1

Random photo: The antlers off the deer we last put in the freezer.  I'm having fun walking around constantly chewing on venison jerky.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Kicking Pools

Sounds like fun doesn't it? Kicking pools.  Except I've been doing it for a few weeks now because of the ice. The pools are used for the geese and ducks.  They're just kiddy pools, but it gives them a chance to bathe and get clean.  Apparently the pools also play a crucial role in mating for both ducks and geese. That happens in the big pool There's a larger pool that's deeper and more uh...mating friendly over by the house.  In this picture, Buddy is in the blue one, Percy is in the pink one and Ron is in front.  Now wait for it.............



Up pops Sissy! Isn't she adorable?!?! The interesting development over the last two weeks is that Sissy and Ron have bonded.  Geese are one of the animals that chooses a mate for life. I checked the forums on this and it's not a hard and set rule that the ganders won't go astray, but they do have their favorite gals.

Ron likes Sissy.  Oddly enough, Ron is not our biggest gander and he does bully Percy on occasion. Percy outweighs him, is larger and has an unnatural affection for me.  One I hope shakes out with next springs mating........thing.

Oh and we're going to send off a few of Buddy's feathers to determine whether Buddy is a goose or a gander.  Buddy's not forthcoming on that bit of info and we want to get a mating pair of Toulouse.

I've added a pattern to Ravelry.  It's the "Butt-Cold Cowl" seen here.  It's a cowl I designed a few months ago to keep me warm while doing chores.  It's name comes from the line from Grandpa in Grumpy Old Men: "It's butt-cold out here and I'm fresh out of beer!"

For a mere $1.99, you too can make this cowl. Hey, I'd make it free, but I'm a college student now.  Books, tuition, pencils and paper don't come free to me, and I need to pay for them.

For my birthday, I asked for a pound of undyed merino roving. I've been playing with dyeing some great colorways. This one was done last Sunday. I call it Sweetarts. I do still spin pretty much every day on my drop spindle.  I find it helps me coalesce thoughts on things like College Algebra, Organic Chemistry and stuff like that. 

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

My Pre-Christmas Rant is coming early this year

Usually I don't throw down the pre-Christmas rant until closer to the actual day, but what the Hell.  According to the Mayans we'll be dead by then.

In 2007, I made all my Christmas gifts.   In fact I spun and knit two of them from soft wool and gave them to my Mother and Mother-In-Law.  So lets roll on some photos, shall we?
This one actually was taken before I washed it. The color changes were actually *dirt*. It came out snowy white with green glass beads on it.  I gave it to m Mother In Law. She folded it, put it away and I've never seen it again.  She said it would make a lovely table runner.  *facepalm* it's a STOLE!
Onto #2:
My Mother's shawl, Mystic Waters I think it was called.  Also spun from Targhee, with no beads. My Mom doesn't do that frou frou.  She opened it, Dad said, "Oh look, it's an old lady shawl!" and that was it.

Mom keeps it on the back of her chair in the sewing room.  Hey, at least SHE didn't throw it out..right? It's a nice pattern, though I screwed up a bit right in the middle.  Oh no, wait! We're not even CLOSE to being done!
I know it looks like a weird nipple, but it's actually a beret. I made like 5 of these, two in the same colorway for a Mother-Daughter set. Yeah, I got the "I'm allergic to wool" mantra. Princess? It's Soy Wool Stripes, the amount of wool is negligible  I offered to knit a replacement in Alpaca.  "I'm allergic to that too." Princess? Alpaca is HYPOALLERGENIC!

What she really meant was "Your homemade shit is crap, give me money." After that Christmas, she got neither.   Stop streaming sunshine up my ass, Princess.  Your greed is showing.  In fact, that was the mantra of most of the younger generation of Christmas Gift recipients, "Your homemade shit is beneath me. Give me a Wal-Mart gift card." So ah yeah.  No gifts were given after that.  You want that stupid fucking gift card? GO EARN ONE! The amount of flipping laziness and greed is astounding these days.

So I DO still give out homemade presents: My Step Son has received and been grateful for the thoughtfulness of his Jayne hats.  I've also knitted up some fun Transformers Dishcloths:

I mean, who doesn't want to wash their dishes with megatron?

One year, My Father-In-Law asked me what I wanted for Christmas way before Thanksgiving.  I answered; a homemade headboard for our bed.  We didn't have one, and I was frustrated picking up my pillows from behind the bed all the time.  I also wanted something made by his hands. He getting older, and I thought someone ought to openly appreciate his woodworking talent.

This is what he made for us.  The wood was harvested from his land, milled in his own sawmill, planed, routed and put together with his own hands.

Lightly stained, it shows the grain of the wood beautifully and it's exactly what I wanted.  No fancy anything, just a solid, beautiful headboard.  Forgive the ratty pillows.  Tyler the cat was sleeping on the bed and I really didn't want to make the bed to take the pictures.

Yes, those are barnwood beams with a stucco finish in our master bedroom.  The two ends have a false, stone facing that makes it look very rustic.  Interesting, and probably not my choice for a esemb, but we rent. 

Friday, November 2, 2012

I should take pictures ...maybe later

Knitting has been done, really. I've made two Rikke hats, finished off a lace scarf from Kid Seta, finished off a pair of fingerless mitts and now I'm working on the 2nd of another pair.  Problem is, photos aren't taken.  But I'll uh...wax nostalgic on it.

Rikke Hats:  One is handspun camel-colored alpaca.  The cast-on is more stitches and I start decreasing at 7" instead of 9.  I just don't have the need for another 2" in the hat.   The second is a handspun merino in shades of red.  That's the one that I have enough yarn left over for fingerless mitts. One is done, the 2nd one is on the needles.

The lace scarf: From Cascade Kid Seta. White in color, this thing took forever.  Not because it was a hard pattern, but because I just lost all interest in it 1/2 way through the skein.  It's now done, but I have to block it.

OH I found a hat that I really have a picture of:
It's a hat made from Knit Picks Palette.  I made up the pattern. It's a bit snug, which is good while you're trying to refill pools and water buckets.  The Rikke hats keep sliding down into my face.