Back from the blur known as Disneyland. Whew. It was busy, but it sure was fun to hear Kidlet giggle on the roller coasters.

41 for 41

For this year, I thought I'd follow in the esteemed Hula's footsteps and make a birthday list, a list of things to do in my 41st year. Believe me, it's a good thing I started this list a while ago. It's hard thinking of 41 things! However, it appeals greatly to my inner list-maker.

1. Enter something in the state fair competitions
2. Feel the ocean’s mist on my face.
3. Have at least one evening alone with the Hubs
4. Camp! Preferably at least half a dozen times.
5. Make a pair of Latvian mittens (my heritage!)
6. Figure out how to fit exercise into my life
7. Find a film camera with which I can get along
8. Write a poem
9. Take care of at least one outstanding house project
10. Plant as many seeds in the yard as I can
11. Do a month long project (self portrait a day, drawing a day, knitting a swatch a day…)
12. Make and send at least one postcard
13. Visit my Grandmother regularly
14. Get a massage
15. Make ice cream (without an ice cream maker)
16. Play a video game. It's been so long... :)
17. Knit at least two sweaters (does it count that I have one cast on already?)
18. Always try the library first when there is a book I want to read
19. Figure out my plan for the rest of my school career
20. Ride a Ferris Wheel
21. Skate (ice, roller, or both)
22. Finally become a public radio station member
23. Find the perfect cake recipe
24. Learn to take care of myself.
25. Make butter with Kidlet
26. (Re)learn how to do yo-yo tricks
27. Braid my hair
28. Eat an oyster pan roast
29. Drink a gin and tonic
30. Watch New Orleans win the Superbowl (heh heh)
31. Pull out my clarinet and toot a few notes
32. Go back to visit the ichthyosaur
33. Have ice cream for dinner
34. See the Nutcracker
35. Embroider Moomins on something (a bag? a shirt? a pillowcase?)
36. Go to the drive-in
37. Dance more.
38. Make cheese
39. Do a little guerilla knitting project
40. See the Gees Bend exhibit when it comes
41. Build the biggest fort I have ever made with Kidlet

Whew! If you made it this far, you deserve a prize; 41 is a lot. Happy holly-days, friends.

Just Some Weekend Babble

This weekend was a study in contrasts. Saturday found us running from morning to night getting food for the holiday and getting provisions for next weekend's road trip (it's a surprise for a certain Kidlet). A Christmas/Bon Voyage party for dear friends topped off Saturday night. Saturday was a lot so Sunday found us mostly at home, making Piparkukas, knitting, and playing. Kidlet and I decided since we hadn't been able to drive up the big hills in the neighborhood due to all the snow to do our annual 'looking at the lights', we walked it. Sadly, there were far fewer lights this year (or maybe they just seem much closer together when one is driving). We climbed across snow banks and we had a deep talk (religion is a big subject, as of late). It was a lovely walk with just a sliver of moon and a strong breeze to accompany us.


Back in a couple days with a mighty large list.

Slaying Me with Sweetness

Translation: Four angels in their igloo. The igloo is warm. Hot cocoa is warm.

Kidlet has been making the nicest seasonal stories at school.

I can't believe it's already snowing again. I don't want to drive on the fresh layer of snow. I saw a jack rabbit loping down the street. I'm cold. I just finished my final. I'm going to knit, knit, knit and organize, organize, organize this weekend. I'm free.

The Last Days of Disco

The last days of the semester are here and I am typing away furiously on gendered violence. I can't believe I am so close to mornings where I get up, have a couple of coffee and knit before I go to work.

Back to social interactionism of a different kind...

It was her bedtime but I still let her bundle up in her snow clothes so she could go out to play.

About Last Night...

Pizza number one: carmelized onions (cooked 'em for two hours), goat cheese and rosemary
Pizza number two: pesto with mozzarella

Brownies: triple chocolate

I might be under the weather but as you can see, I'm taking care of myself. :)

It's hard to write on my critique of gender roles in 30 Rock, when every single part of my body is aching. Yup. I've succumbed to the ick. Oh well, today waits for no one. Onward to the school-work-child taxi circuit...

Sigh.

I'll go for the obvious here...blur.

Thanks for stopping by. That thing called the "end of year blur" has arrived. I haven't been much of a correspondent lately because another project and a final exam are calling my name. One more week of school and then it's a month of freedom (freedom from school, anyway).

Bad photo taken while driving alone in my car on a Saturday night, singing songs from Frank's Wild Years, bringing home groceries.