Book Frenzy

I am way behind in my Goodreads reading quota for the year. So, to make up for it, I’ve been reading at least two books a day since yesterday to catch up. Any faster and I wouldn’t derive enjoyment from the books. Any slower and I’d get bored with the material, open something else and basically do for books what I do for knitting and crocheting.


Thus far, I’m doing pretty well. I’ve read Sonia Sotomayor’s My Beloved World…finally. I started her book in January. I must say, it was an interesting read. I learned a lot about a few things, mainly those elusive Soft Skills I wasn’t taught, just in reading her book. It was heartening to see that, at my age (thirty-six years), it isn’t unique to struggle in this area. Reading through her life story encouraged me to redouble my efforts at all the things I’m currently working on to better acclimate to the changing strata I’m finding myself in as I navigate these new business and volunteer opportunities before me.


Then, for a bit of light reading, I picked up Twilight from the Maryland Digital eLibrary Consortium. Don’t hate or judge. I mainly got it because I wanted something that was cotton candy reading after the meatier offering I’d just finished. So, I’m going to finish all five original books, which shouldn’t take long. If I recall my ancient reading correctly, I didn’t mind the Short Second Life of Bree Tanner so much but it has been a while.


Once I finish those, I’m going to read Hidden Figures: The American Dream and the Untold Story of the Black Women Mathematicians Who Helped Win the Space Race by Margot Lee Shetterly, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child by J. K. Rowling, Science Matters: Achieving Scientific Literacy by Robert M. Hazen. I also have a host of other books waiting in the wings to be read. Most of them, I’ve read before and I’m just going over them again because I’m playing reading catch up with myself and they’re an easier read. Once I get back to where I should be in my reading list, I have quite a few good ones lined up. L’engle, Atwood, etc., that I just have sitting here, collecting dust for want of a good reading.


Onto the WIPs Clearout Extravaganza. I am presently on round eight of the doily for my neighbor. Sustained injuries have not only kept me from this blog for an extended period but have also kept me from doing any meaningful crafting owing to the pain. Nevertheless, I’m going to keep trying. My left arm’s elbow and my right shoulder hurt something fierce right now but, long term, I can’t let that get in the way of all I want to do. I am loathe to make a deadline but I am shooting for finishing this Pineapple Doily by tonight. To be honest, it has been long enough lounging on my desk. The other intended doilies may have to take a back seat depending on factors influencing my getting them to their intended recipients.

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Once the doily is completed, I am going to make a genuine effort at stitching together the In Love With Color throw. At the very least, I can get the sewing aspect out of the way, even if I have trouble lifting the actual throw for long periods or stitching the edging.


Getting clear of these will enable me to focus on the volunteer work I’ve picked up with regard to knitting and crocheting. I’m also doing other things but this will be eating up the bulk of my volunteer time. I’m going to do my level best to aim for making as much as my yarn supply will allow. I’m hoping to deplete my worsted/Aran yarn supply completely actually without having to buy new yarn. Though, if I run out of a particular color, I may have to buy one more skein of it but I don’t see it happening anytime soon.

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The plant babies are growing fantastically. Everything is so verdant, the mood in my room is definitely a cheery one. The Mega Cherry Tomato and Sweet Pickle Organic Pepper are competing for which can out fruit the other. As far as I can tell, it is a statistical dead heat. I’m looking forward to the first true harvests from both though, I have been sneaking peppers.

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I am, somewhat, in shock at what I’m about to type. After years of avoiding makeup of any kind at all cost, I purchased three tubes (Do they call them “tubes”?) of lipstick. I also purchased some nail polish, base coat, top coat, and remover. I loathe the stuff but it is a necessary function to get by on in business settings. So, I found the least offensive colors to me that were still acceptable to the masses. I hope this works. It seems such a tedious waste of my time.

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I guess the next step would be styling my hair. *cringe*


Regardless of my feelings on the matter, I have already mixed the hair stuff from available oils and such that I had around the house. It is only a matter that I use it. When I’m earning expensive tastes money, I’ll consider the Carol’s Daughter/Shea Moisture options. For now, it has to be homemade hair cream and Suave shampoo.


I’ve somewhat paid attention to the Natural Hair vloggers and bloggers in passing but, given my utilitarian manner, I normally didn’t go for the styles I saw and opted, instead, for a drawn back puff or two puffs. Quite frankly, it is far easier to deal with and enables me to put on my hat in Winter without worrying about possibly messing up my hairstyle. Crap, I guess the Cornrow obsession is going to start again. At least I have a book, It’s All Good Hair by Michelle N-K Collison, to sustain me, as well as countless YouTube videos.


I think that’s about it. See ya next month or whenever I can get to writing here! Yay!

The Hair Saga – Relaxers AKA The Nightmare of My Youth

Last night, I took a picture and uploaded it to Facebook. Not the above picture, I just included it because I like it.

I had just washed my hair and hadn’t yet combed it out into a style yet. I liked the look of it so much, that I contemplated wearing it out in an Afro when the weather got warm again. A number of friends of mine “Liked” the picture and one even commented on it positively. As it usually does when the subject is women’s hair, the conversation turned to chemical/mechanical manipulation. I then bemoaned women’s reluctance to wear their hair in its natural state. As it usually does, this brought back memories of my own experiences with chemical and mechanical hair manipulation and the dire after effects of said treatments.

When I was very young, my female relatives and a few select hair dressers used to do what is called “Pressing hair”. A hot comb, made of metal, is heated to a medium temperature and combed through dry, greased hair until it straightened the strands temporarily. It’s really not a fun process to endure. I recall frequently squirming in my seat, hoping to avoid the ritual but, to the minds of the community around me, nothing could be worse than my own unprocessed natural hair. Apparently.

This went on for several years until the hue, cry and clarion call in the surrounding community became one of getting a relaxer in my hair as soon as possible. In particular, one teacher took special interest in commenting on my usually unprocessed hair by making derogatory remarks whenever she could. This was usually laughed at by other adults and students, so there was no hope of rescue from my eventual fate.

When I was ten years old, this teacher pressured the Maternal Parental into getting the first of several relaxers applied to my hair. It was arranged that, a local woman who knew how to apply the chemicals necessary would put it in my hair. So, one Sunday afternoon, we walked up from where we lived to the next block north of us and found the lady’s house. At the time, her daughter was battling leukemia and I guess it was a feeling of empathy and extreme sadness for her situation that kept me from fighting more against the whole endeavor. So, I submitted to this experiment.

I had been asked specifically if I had recently dug in my scalp using my fingernails. I replied that I had. This is an important factor when getting a relaxer. You see, the chemicals used are of such a high pH, that, any purchase it can get will cause scabbing. The Dark & Lovely Permanent Relaxer was applied to my hair and, initially, had a cool, almost icy feeling to it. It was cool in the house and I felt chills all over my body from the rapid application of the chemical mixture. I was slightly uncomfortable but that comparatively blissful cool feeling didn’t last long.

I began feeling a searing, flaming, burning pain all over my scalp. If the Sun had landed on my head, I don’t think it would have been as painful. For those in the know, this was two minutes into the process and I have very thick, tightly curled hair. I hadn’t even gone the full eight to fifteen minutes for my hair to straighten. For those not in the know, depending on your hair’s thickness and curl pattern, you have to leave the relaxer on for a set amount of time according to the recommendations on the box. In my case, it’s a full eight minutes or longer. So, to have blinding pain at two minutes in was not fun. Not fun at all.

Proudly Tomboy ten year old me started crying like a newborn baby. I screamed and screamed for them to take it out. Yet, the process was nowhere near complete and, because it was costing the criticizing teacher money, I had to wait. It was torture. It was beyond torture. So, I sat there, crying and learned a whole new level of what it meant to tolerate pain. Even my precociously procured period pain was nothing compared with this plasma fire sitting on top of my head.

Finally, the preset timer in the kitchen went off at the eight minute mark. The lady rushed me into the kitchen, sat me down in the chair, and put my head in the depression of the hairwashing cradle she’d set up in her sink. I closed my eyes, cried, and prayed for death. It was that bad. I got admonishments from the lady that I must be “tenderheaded” not to be able to take a relaxer. Right….

Quickly, the neutralizing shampoo was applied and rinsed through my hair. It’s pretty self explanatory. It’s a shampoo that neutralizes the chemical in the relaxer to keep it from reacting any further. The initial stream of water felt like fire on top of fire but it was only lukewarm water coming out of the tap. Eventually, the searing, burning pain subsided to a dull ache. Apparently, I had scabs in my head from the relaxer’s burn.

When I’d opened my eyes finally, I must have had a look of pure hatred on my face because the lady jumped back a bit. Wrapping a clean towel around my head, she ushered me into the diningroom of her home and began combing my hair out to dry it properly. Much to my shock, the comb went right through my hair. I sneaked a peak at my head and my beautiful mane was replaced by a wavy mass of shiny long locks. I was in shock, I didn’t know what to think. Apparently, the relaxer didn’t fully take but it was good enough for a first time, according to her.

She then styled my hair into a single cornrow, coming up the back of my head to terminate in a series of Shirley Temple curls at the front. My hair was pretty long back then. I was then informed that I’d have to come back in about six weeks to get a touch up to the relaxer. I was given a dire warning not to wash my hair the week prior or to dig in my scalp at all or the same burning pain would happen again. She didn’t need to tell me twice. Since this was going to be a regular occurance in my life, I committed that little factoid to memory.

The next day at school was heartbreaking. I was not well liked by most students and was frequently made fun of. I was used to that. I’d come to accept that as a part of my daily existance. What really hurt me was the school’s collective reaction to my new hairstyle. I had come in late that morning, and had gone directly to my fifth grade classroom to sit while I waited for everyone else to come back so the learning could begin. I think they were all in Physical Education at the time. When they came back to class, I was sitting in my usual seat and, after first doing a collective doubletake, they all started applauding.

All I could give was a wry smile at the time but, man, that really hurt to have that reaction. Even at that age, I knew that I was more than the sum of my parts. To be judged and found wanted based on something as trivial as my hair texture was painful. From there, the fake nice “false friends” started coming out of the woodwork to compliment me on my hair. Even the teacher had something backhanded to say. Ah, you just can’t win.

The relaxing of my hair became an almost regular ritual until I was thirteen years old. I was so sick of getting relaxers and the effects they caused by that point that I cut my own hair short in protest and to save myself the embarassment of the chemical fade I had. You see, the relaxer damages the hair follicle so that it eventually breaks off. My hair had gotten to the point where most of the permed hair had fallen out, but for a small amount at the top of my head. To save my sanity, I cut it all off. Surprisingly, the world didn’t end when I did.

This fractured bit of dysfunction was brought to you by the letters P and O and by the number 9. :-p

Okay, just messing with you. Thanks for reading a slice of my history. For more information on natural hair journeys, please check out Naptural85 and CurlyNikki for more information.

Handwritten Journal Time

Wow, apparently, some things in my life are so inestimable, that I need to write stuff down in my sorely neglected hand written journal. It’s involving relationship potentials and, to be honest, I don’t want to hear about how some feel about things like Polyamory right now. So to my composition notebook I go. It’s wild but I haven’t had a need to write in it since 30 December 2007. I am looking forward to my chicken scratch handwriting being seen at length again. Now, I just have to find an ink pen that works…

Nothing much else has been happening in my life lately. I’ve been meeting new people, hence the need for the journal, knitting, reading, writing, crocheting and gardening. I’ve even got a bit of exercise in.

I’m apparently getting the Bissell 1623 Carpet Cleaning machine today. It was scheduled for delivery on the 12th but came from Horsham, PA, so I get it early. Yay! I’m going to get my clean on! I’m going to get my clean on! *silly dancing*

Got a little love note from Amazon to return the stuff Lasership never delivered. I was on that phone so fast, my head spun around. I had thought I’d dealt with this issue when I first got that laughable text notification saying that the package was delivered on Saturday, at the very time I was in the doorway, it was magically, invisibly, left at the front door. I got a lot of packages on Saturday. Lasership’s was not one of them. So, I sent an E-mail to them explaining the whole situation on Sunday morning. Which was why Monday morning’s e-mail came as a complete shock. I talked to a nice but hard to hear CSR and explained the situation. Hopefully, that’ll put an end to it. I am not going to pay for something I didn’t receive.

Any way you slice it, I’m mad right now. Lasership almost cost me $72.00USD. I hope I never get them delivering my packages again. From now on, I only want UPS, FedEx and the USPS to deliver stuff to me. *steam*

This post is a total trainwreck but I just have to get this morning stuff off of my mind.

Aside from all the recent trouble, my hair has been growing. I’m now at the point where I am seriously considering getting two packs of Curlformers to style my hair with using the Heatless method of many YouTube hair vloggers. It’s getting long enough to put into two pigtails, so the afro puffs are a little surfeit at this point. I am so low maintenance when it comes to hair. Read that as “Lazy” because that’s the truth. I see the Team Natural Hair Vloggers on YouTube and I feel so inept. Still, I’d better get into the habit if I want to keep my hair rather than get frustrated and cut it again.

On the pain front, I just taped my own thumb up for a suspected sprain. Go me! Seriously, It’s been really hurting these past few days and I’ve had no drive or means to get to the doctor lately. I have an appointment coming up next month, so I’ll take that opportunity to explain my delicate situation. You can imagine how this is making typing. I’m going to enjoy the respite of writing in my hand written journal after this fiasco. The Real Lifestyles of the Agoraphobic.

On the socialization front, I’ve joined two Gardening social networking sites. One is called GardenWeb and the other is called GardenStew. I like them both but, admittedly, I’ve done more on GardenStew. Both sites are valuable repositories of Horticultural information but GardenStew is more user friendly. No, I am not getting paid to say that. Wish I was. I’m starved and could do with some takeout. Anyway, my handle on both sites is “xantedeschia” if you’d like to connect. On GardenStew, I’ve got pictures up of my sorely poorly container garden in all its glory.

Okay, it’s official, I’m starving now. I’m wrapping this up by saying, I hope you all have a fantastic day. Later! 🙂

New Schedule and Other Things

Revisions, revisions!

I have updated my weekly schedule to reflect the change I made in my exercise routine. I’ve moved exercise to 7pm and switched off the internet for 7am. This will enable me to get my work done during the day without being exhausted from the 90 minute exercise routine I normally do. I can get my other stuff done, exercise, then wind down with a bit of crafting before going to bed.

Speaking of crafting, I am no further along with the socks. I stopped mid-heel flaps the other day. As soon as I finish this blog post, I am going to work on them to complete the heel flaps and, hopefully, make progress past the gusset decreases today.

I had to reset my phone the other day. The LG Optimus V was rebooting itself over and over again. I’d heard about this bug in the phone after I got it but, until now, I’d not experienced it firsthand. Funny how, when I’m about to get a new phone, this one suddenly starts acting up. I was almost going to keep this old phone and save my money but now? I do not think so. I’m going to welcome that new phone with open arms. This LG Optimus V will be the plaything of the Maternal Parental in her quest to become computer literate.

Further along in the Hair Saga, I didn’t cornrow my hair. I just wasn’t in the mood to do it. So now, I’m rocking two big Afro puffs. I’ll probably do the cornrows next week.

Regarding the Zimmerman trial, I just can’t bring myself to write indepth about something so sad. A young man lost his life and I’ve been watching people tear the internet apart on pages and in comments with some people really making me question the need for humanity in existence. I’ve even lost friends over this whole thing due to their racism and or callousness in the face of the verdict. It’s just tragedy on top of tragic.

Anyway, that’s about it. I’m going to go knit now and watch Jesus Christ Superstar 2000 on a loop. Later, People. By the way, check out the blanket Queer Joe’s making.

Experimentation in Exercise

I have been keeping up with my exercise routine these past few weeks. I haven’t missed a day’s exercising. With this, I have seen positive results in that my strength has been returning, I have been sleeping better, my appetite has been healthy (for a change) and I have been losing some weight. There was just one problem in all of this: The overwhelming exhaustion that occurred with exercising for 90 minutes to 2 hours. Nothing would shake this sleepy pall that covered me day after day.

Despite my schedule, I would take naps during the day and still be sleepy enough to get 7-10 hours of sleep a night. This, on the whole, wasn’t working with my schedule. I’m meant to be up at 5am writing. It’s when my mind is most conducive to creativity, hence the early time. When I was younger, insomnia kept me awake for days at a time and I frequently would write during those early hours as a means of escape from my plight of sleeplessness. Now, I’m just trying to write to bring back my creative streak. The sleepiness was getting in the way of the coherence of that goal.

So, I decided to experiment with my exercise schedule to see if working out at a different time might aid in normalizing my sleeping patterns. Instead of exercising at 7am, I opted instead to exercise at 19:00 (7pm) in the hopes that this change would positively affect my somnolency. Day one of the experiement was a success. I exercised at 19:00 through 20:30 (7pm – 8:30pm) and my body was quite effectively tired. I then spent the rest of my night before bed time knitting and watching Jerome Pradon videos via YouTube until 23:30 (11:30pm). I went to bed and promptly fell asleep until 5:19(am), only waking once during the night at 2:15(am) owing to thirst.

If I can repeat the results tonight, I’m changing my schedule. I have a good feeling about it though. 🙂

On the sock front, Keith’s Socks II and Ziller’s Symphony are a little under half done. I am presently in the middle of the heel flaps of socks one and two. It shouldn’t take me that long to get beyond this, through the turning of the heels, the gusset decreases and into the sock feet. It feels good to be beyond the legs of the socks finally. I feel like there’s a light at the end of this sock tunnel now.

Once I finish these socks, I go back to Villimarjatar and the Return of the Scrap Yarn Shiver Stopper, though, I’m thinking of doubling the width of Villimarjatar. I think I want a full shawl rather than a scarf/stole as it would be on me with the present stitch count. For this, I would need circular needles and more yarn. I’ll have to cross that bridge when I come to it. Right now, I’m focused on the socks.

In the furtherance of the Hair Saga, I cornrow my hair today for sure. Yesterday was a pins and needles day for me what with the heel flaps, exercise experiment, etc. Considering I exercised twelve hours ago, my arms feel great and up to the task of styling my hair. I’m going to attempt to put the exact same style in my hair as before, just neater hopefully.

That’s about it really. Later, people. 🙂

Tentative Agreement

Apparently, the Maternal Parental has missed braiding my hair. So, I made a bargain with her. Every second week, she can do my hair and every other week, I’ll do my own hair. This should be enough to satisfy everyone and allow me to put my hair in a passable style that I can actually go out wearing. Regardless of how neatly she does them, the little girl braids are getting pulled back into a pony tail. As it stands, I just got the cornrows taken out of my hair. It’s time to wash my hair and, quite frankly, I don’t feel like braiding it up today. My arms are strong enough but the energy isn’t there. So a week off from braiding will be nice.

Aside from this, not much has been happening today. I’ve just been knitting and watching television all day long. I also baked some bread. I baked another megaloaf of slicing bread and I made buttermilk biscuits. Pretty much an easy day.

Late Again But Still Kicking Booty

Oh, I had such a weird dream this morning, I couldn’t get up from it. The funny thing is, I don’t even remember it well. What I do remember is, in my sleepy haze, checking the time on my phone several times leading up to 4:55am. I should have gotten up then but the dream was so hypnotic that I continued to lay there until 6:33am and then finally 7:06am, checking the phones time each time while still sleeping. After I got up, I stretched and did the twelfth consecutive workout routine of this month. I went for longer, did more and did it faster than I’ve ever done before. I’m proud of myself for this accomplishment.

Now that I’ve exercised, my plans for today are thus: Eat breakfast, knit, knit, knit and knit some more. Pause for food before going back to knitting. Pause to make some bread, then go back to knitting. Somewhere in there, I may text the bloke to update him on the status of his socks and to say hi.

Today is Friiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiday! I am so happy it’s the weekend. I get to watch my plethora of cooking shows on PBS tomorrow. I may even try to get WETA 26 in by putting aluminium foil on the antennae so I can watch New Scandinavian Cooking. It’s so weird that I love cooking shows the way that I do. I don’t eat or try most of the recipes I see shown on the shows but I love the process of creating something. I’ll tell you this, if WETA brought back their CREATE TV channel alongside their WETAUK channel and boosted their signal so I could pick it up, I’d never leave that station except for weather checks.

Anyway, today is hair washing and styling day. The Maternal Parental is meant to be making her first attempt at cornrowing my hair but…she’s nowhere to be found. So, I guess I’ll be doing it myself. Again. I don’t mind so much. Due to the exercises, my arms are much stronger now and I feel like I can tolerate the pain of doing the cornrows much longer. As a result, they should come out neater than the last time. I hope so. Looks like this is going to be the backup style for the rest of the summer for when the Maternal Parental disappears on her cigarette sojourns.

That’s about all I can muster. I’m going to go fix breakfast and a cup of tea while watching Knitting Daily. Later Y’all.

GnuCash, How I Love Ye

I finally figured out GnuCash. All this time, it was really a question of how much financial data I had to enter and which account to draw from rather than any problems on the applications part. It’s going to take me a long time but I’m going to enter my financials line by line until I get as many of them in there as possible going back to 2010 (my earliest e-mails since my last major computer crash). That ought to fix things. I has a happy. I has a happy indeed.

Today we’re meant to get storms through until tomorrow. I’m not looking forward to it but, unlike in the past, I’m not freaking out and having a panic attack about it. There’s nothing I could do at my level of scientific ability to change the course of the weather, so I’m not going to lose my stuff over it. I just hope the power stays on uninterrupted and that it’s all just a bunch of rain with minimal thunder. Right now, it’s clear but I can tell that’s going to change and quickly. I was tracking some storms coming out of Ohio last night on Radar, ’cause I can do that. They should be here sometime today.

My 365 photo project is going well. I’m up to twenty seven photos counting today’s picture. Most of them look the same as they’re taken in my room. I’ve tried to spice them up a bit by using props like my morning tankard of tea and, for yesterday, a Pride flag and a thumbs up but to avoid staleness, I think I’m going to have to up the ante a bit. I’m going to switch back to taking photos with my phone and change the locations a bit. Not today though because, once I do my workout, that photo is getting taken as a mark of accomplishment. It is going very well though, I have to say.

I viewed less than one FitnessBlender video yesterday. A storm came up just as I was viewing and I had to get off the computer. I’m poor, I don’t have the financials to get a replacement should lightning strike…again. If I had my laptop, I’d be able to view them all with gusto but, as long as I’m on this one, no, just no. I will try again today though as I really want to learn the moves I’ll be doing in a few weeks time. I did manage to view a few of the exercises but I’m going to start the video from the beginning today to make sure it all absorbs into my brain.

On the Knitting front, I did pretty good yesterday. I got four rounds done on the socks. Now the row counts are even. Twenty k1p1 rows in the cuff and twenty k1 rows in the leg. I have a backup plan to work on the socks today should I be forced away from my computer again. Hopefully, there won’t be a severe thunderstorm watch or warning as there was yesterday. Simple rain and thunder, I can work through but not the severe stuff. It does seem obvious now that I’m not going to meet my goal of finished these two socks by the end of the month though. I’m not crying over it but I am determined to get them done as quickly as possible so I can move on to socks three and four.

Today is Day Ten of my Exercise Mandate. I have so many feelings coursing through me right now. Excitement, accomplishment, fear, joy frustration and boredom all rolled into a massive ball in the pit of my stomach.

  1. Excitement – I’m finally getting this done without someone breathing down my neck about it.
  2. Accomplishment – I’m actually doing it on my own.
  3. Fear – I might not be able to keep this up.
  4. Joy – That I’m able to do even half of what I do in a morning.
  5. Frustration – My results are slow in coming, but I’m not giving up.
  6. Boredom – I’m getting a bit tired of the same routine every morning already.

I’m not quitting though. No way in heck am I giving up on my long term goal of getting fit.

My hair is still looking good. Okay, not good but passable. The cornrows are holding up well and, for the most part, they’re not coming loose or anything. I take them out and wash my hair first thing tomorrow barring thunderstorms before I put in a fresh, and hopefully, better looking set. I’m trying to convince the Maternal Parental to give cornrowing a try but she’s afraid of new things, so I get the feeling I’m going to be doing them myself. Again. My arms are a bit stronger, thanks to the working out, so I don’t anticipate a problem. I’m going to go for putting the same eight cornrows in my hair that I did last weekend. I’m still not up to trying micro cornrows yet but maybe someday I will be.

Last but definitely not least, SCOTUS did a good thing yesterday. 6/26/2013 will go down in history as one of those landmark Civil Rights acheivements. They did a dumb thing the day before, striking down the VRA, but I can give the good Justices props for doing the right thing yesterday. Scalia, Thomas, Alito and Roberts…not so much. They’re not on my holiday card list, that’s for sure.

Anyway, that’s enough writing here. I may try writing in my IJ/DJ/LJ for a bit about some juicy personal stuff before I make breakfast. Later!

Late Start

I woke up twenty five minutes late this morning. I was up until well after midnight trying to beat GnuCash but ended up falling asleep around 1:00 in the morning. I briefly had it and my numbers were coming out mostly right. It was only when I tried to import the previous data from my accounts that it messed up. I get the feeling that I’m going to have to go through it line by line to rectify this problem. I tried another software recommended by a friend but I didn’t have the same feeling for it and, beyond two accounts, it’s a pay product.

I’m determined to beat GnuCash though. I really like this software. To that end, I’ve downloaded the Help and Guide for the application to my Kindle and I fully intend to read the whole thing. Hopefully, I’ll find something in the manual that I’m missing intuitively. Plus, if worse comes to worse, I could always beg the pity of the Internet in the hopes that someone is reading these blog posts. Ha ha.

I got exactly no knitting done yesterday. None. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I was preoccupied by GnuCash for most of the day. I fully intend to become as obsessive about my knitting today as I was about GnuCash yesterday in the hopes that I’ll finish these two socks before the end of the month. Honestly though, it’s not looking promising. At the rate I’m going, I’ll be lucky if I can get to the heel flap by the end of this week. I’m going to try though. Giving up isn’t an option.

My hair is still holding up well. I like this style and plan on putting it in my hair again. The Maternal Parental is confused though because she’s so used to braiding it in (don’t laugh) eight year old girl braids. Without fail, I pull that stuff back into a ponytail as soon as possible. I guess I’ll always be her little girl but my hair doesn’t need to reflect this. I offered to pay her $30.00USD if she’d learn to cornrow my hair and she seems interested. Only time will tell though, if she’ll actually do it.

It’s now a week and a day since I started working out again. I’m at the point now where I can feel my muscles building but I’m not super sore anymore. I’m used to it. This probably means that I’ve got to up my game in working out. I want to keep building up resistance to my muscles so I can burn fat more quickly. Yesterday, I even managed to have a light breakfast before I started exercising. Today, I’m well within my schedule to exercise at least even if I missed out on nearly half an hour of writing. Yes, this blog counts as writing, don’t judge me. :p

Well, that’s about all I can come up with and still be coherent. I’m going to spend the rest of my time before exercising getting hydrated and eating. Later. 🙂

Exercise? What Time Is It Again?

Okay, I’ve been exercising for nearly a week straight. That’s the good part. The bad part is that I’m not following my schedule in doing it. I wake up later than I intend to and end up doing my exercises anywhere between 8am and 11am. This has got to stop. I am meant to be up at the crack of dawn writing, which I haven’t been doing, before getting into my daily exercise routine. I shamefully have to admit that I almost didn’t do it today. It was a struggle getting out of bed but I did manage to get the full hour in. Good and bad. Two sides of a coin.

Tomorrow, I am determined to get up at 5am to write, followed by my 7am exercise regimen.

In other news, I finally did it. I finally cornrowed my hair again. This is the first time in four years I’ve styled my hair this way. Given that I have virtually no upper body strength, it was difficult but I made it through with eight cornrows.

My arms felt like jelly about half way though styling them but I soldiered on and completed this. It’s been a long time coming too. I’ve always wanted to wear my hair this way but never learned to do hairstyles owing to my childhood tomboyishness and preoccupation with science at an early age. Not that it’s a bad thing to be preoccupied by those things when you’re a young girl. It just left very little room for frivolities in my life.

My exercise routine comes into the styling of my hair in that, thanks to my upper body strength training, I was able to braid my hair longer than I normally would have had I not be exercising nearly the full week prior. I know it looks messy to those of you who are adept at sculpting hair but its an accomplishment to me and I’m very proud of myself for doing it.

On the sock front, I’m now thirty rounds in and thriving. I need to kick it into high gear though if I want to finish these socks by the end of the month. Honestly, it doesn’t look like I’m going to meet that schedule deadline but, if I work hard, I can get at least these two finished by that time.

That’s about it really.

Villimarjatar and Other Stuff

Yay!!!!! I’m through with pattern repeat one!!!!

I’m finally finished pattern repeat one of Villimarjatar. It’s been a long hard road but I think I have the pattern now. It’s just a question of getting through pattern repeats two through thirty-four.

Aside from that, I am oozing into age 32. I got myself some yarn, crochet thread and bread pans as well as a steel crochet hook set. Teeny tiny crochet hooks they are too. In addition to this, I finally got Torchwood: Miracle Day and Sherlock: Season Two. I also got some mango mandarin body wash, lotion and Shea butter for myself.

For the Maternal Parental, I got a pound of Bobby Pins, some pocket tissues and a vegetable peeler. For the house, I got some Playtex gloves to clean with and save our hands.

Now that I’ve worked on Villimarjatar, I’m going to do some more work on the Return of the Scrap Yarn Shiver Stopper – Blanket 2013 before I dive into Torchwood and Sherlock.

Tomorrow, I’m going to cook with my new bread pans. 🙂

Glorious Saturday

Today is a day where I will be resting and watching cooking shows. Tomorrow is a day where I will be getting some more cleaning done. I’ve got the upstairs bathroom, my room, my mother’s room and the carpet down to the downstairs to do. I’ve also got a book cull to manage. Sadly, I’m going to be throwing many of the culled books away as their information is no longer relevant to the world.

What I really need is a larger library as I plan to buy more books on knitting and crocheting to help my progress in proficiency in both these arts. Ikea will be my friend as soon as I’ve saved up the money.

After I do all this, I’m going to wash my hair and then work on the Cantaloupe Cover. Tomorrow is a busy day. Today is a glorious lazy day. 🙂

Much Ado About Nothing

*singsong voice* It’s that most wonderful time of the month…

Aside from the mega kRaMpZ from hell, puking my guts out and feeling like I’ve been steamrolled by a change in galactic dimension space, it’s been a riproaring adventure. 😀

Seriously though, I was freaking out majorly because, in addition to the massive illness I endured, I was down to my last five tampons. Da da da da! *suspense music*

Yeah, the dreaded perp walk of pads and tampons was soon to be in my future until I remembered I have Lunapads. Oh joy be unconfined, I have Lunapads. Now, I am in no mood to do the walk of doom to the local market (because the local “convenience store” no longer sells tampons) and given my current health status, I probably couldn’t make it that far without puking my guts out and passing out in the street even assuming the agoraphobia wasn’t an issue to contend with.

So, it was an unmitigated joy to remember that I bought a few Lunapads for just such emergencies but never had the chance to use them owing to my normally stocking up on Tampax like an end timer. Well, todays that day buckaroos.

I wish they were around in 1988 when I was six years old (nearly seven) and first bleeding. It might have made me look at my period in a different light from the beginning rather than as a plague upon my senses, a pain to endure and a waste of my otherwise valuable time. Instead, I might have gotten all Mother Earth-y about it.

Aside from that, I caught every sale on every site I love to frequent. Joann’s had a sale of 40-50% off of select items. One of those items included glorious Lion Brand’s Sock-Ease yarn at half off. If I had more money to spare, I would have bought more. To give you some idea of just how big a sale this was, I had over $400.00 worth of merchandise in my cart waiting for the day when I won Powerball or Megamillions and, when I logged in to check my cart, the selling price was down to just under $250.00.

I eliminated everything but the orders for sock yarn in every color I wanted and the yarn for orders I have to fulfill for other people. I managed to get about $130.00 worth of yarn for $60.00 even with tax. Included in this are two skeins of blue yarn that I’m going to use to make the TARDIS socks when next I can afford the pattern.

I must be losing my mind to even attempt this one but I’m going to make (or try to make) Villimarjatar Shawl when my knitting skills are nowhere near there yet. Still, you’ve got to start somewhere and that shawl is beautiful.

For the Amazon adventure, I managed to finally get my T-Fal Professional Total Non-stick frying pan as well as various other sundry merchandise to supply the house. The basics like shampoo and stuff. Basically, things I can get for cheaper online. In addition to this, I managed to get Torchwood: Miracle Day for the low low price of $16.99 since I had to raid the DVDs I also got Sherlock and the last season of the Sarah Jane Adventures.

I also got my Shea Butter and, if I can ever find a cheaper ethical dealer, I will. Yet, I shouldn’t complain. I’m happy with the product I get. It’s been great for my hair and it lasts forever in the fridge.

Aside from my boring shopping, the Cantaloupe Cover is coming along well. I managed to correct the mistake I was making a few rows into it and now its blossoming into its full glory.

Well, that’s me. I’m going to try to eat some oatmeal and then get back to The Cantaloupe Cover.