Author: Doris

Mom and I arrived at Detroit Airport together from Far East at 2:00 PM today (7/28/07). Mom arrived home at North Potomac about 8:00 PM and I just arrived at my apartment in Aiken, SC around 1:00 AM (7/29/07). Everything is fine and we had a good time together in China 🙂

yup. prepping for my move tomorrow to SF. Woo hoo. I’m prepped and ready to go. All my packing is pretty much done. Hopefully my roommate will be there tomorrow, as I have yet to pick up the key. Ha. I’m hoping it’ll go smoothly. 🙂

I got a job! Well, I almost got a job, I don’t have the formal offer yet, but it’s looking pretty good. This job is in a shiny building and they have computers, copiers, water coolers and snack machines. Everything I want in an office environment. Oh, there’s also a cafeteria, but I haven’t seen it yet. It’s not a sexy job- like working at Google or Shoehorn Design where all the popular girls come a runnin’ towards your little plastic laminated name tag, but it will do, it will do.

Edda has figured out how to maximize her TV time. Unlike Brooklyn, Edda doesn’t really get her kicks from the Wiggles (they are OK, but not a favorite), she loves Blue’s Clues and Dora the Expl(horror).

She goes to bed at about 8, sleeps pretty well through the night (which is a blessed improvement from when she got up every night at 2 am for 1.5 hours for months), and gets up every morning at 5 am. One of us (usually Jeremy) takes her downstairs to watch Blue and we start our morning a little bit later.

By the time the school bus comes, she’s getting a bit tired again and once she’s at school, she’s asleep. Like pretty much the whole time. Then the bus brings her back home at lunch time, she’s perky again. Then today we went to OT and she’s totally sleepy again. Back home, wide awake. I can’t decide if she’s insanely smart to have figured out a way to avoid all this work. Grrr.

Wow. It’s just getting worse and worse. Vinokourov tests positive and his Astana team withdraws from the Tour. A Cofidis rider is caught and Cofidis is pulled out. And now the yellow jersey rider, Rasmussen is kicked out by is own team over missing some doping controls earlier in the year.

Wow. People thought last year was the low water mark… Something’s got to change in cycling.

Just came home from my first workout of my new running group. I’m trying to multi-task, meet people and workout at the same time. Donald, if you want to meet girls, join a beginning 5K running club – I’m telling you 80% women! Women galore!

Things are a bit crazy around here, job stuff in the background (BTB – behind the blog – hee hee), mainly Jeremy’s job stuff, but some of my stuff too. What happens when I find a job and I spend all my time working I won’t be able to blog about it because they would fire my sorry butt? What will I talk about, my commute? Oh, it could be blog entries about what I ate for lunch. I’m sure that would be captivating.

I haven’t been in the photo mood lately either. But I have this, a knitting blister.

I had a wonderful lunch with Sneaksleep today. She was my first secret pal! I was living in Singapore and she was living in CT and somehow we’ve managed to be in the same city at the same time. So cool.

We are listening to the “You Tube” Democratic debate. A pretty interesting idea. We didn’t get a chance to submit our question.

Jeremy’s got a possibility nibbling on the fish hook of employment. Yikes!

Jeremy and Vince are working their way through Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. He’s a little bit young for Harry Potter, we’ve tried, he scares easily. We are trying to read more to Edda, but it’s hard to catch her at the right time. I love reading bedtime stories, but by the time Edda’s in her PJs with teeth brushed, she’s really exhausted and not up for reading much.

We spent today cleaning up, putting toys and laundry away. I wish I was more organized and did a little everyday, instead we wait until FEMA needs to come in and declare the house a disaster area before we put our minds to it an clean, clean, clean.

The weather is perfect. Low humidity, sunny, mid-eighties. Ripe peaches and farm-fresh sweet corn. This is the best weekend of the summer.

Hiked through the woods.

Went into a stream.

Had a picnic lunch at the park.

Goofed around.

We also managed to pet a chicken named Marcus, but I didn’t get a picture of that.

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I’m a practical girl. No make-up, no frills. It comes from the engineer in me. If it works, there’s no need to make it pretty. So when I needed to place markers for stitches in my work, I used the plain plastic stitch markers. Nothing fancy, worked just fine and if I lost them, no big deal.

A few months ago, Hattie gave me my first set of beaded stitch markers. They looked so nice as I turned them around in my palm, the light scattering off the surface. I had looked at stitch markers before and I never thought about buying them, I had a perfectly good system worked out already.

But now that I’ve knit a few projects using the beaded markers, I don’t think I can go back to plain plastic. Every time I reach one of the beaded markers, I smile to myself and then slip it off the left needle and put it onto the right one. Then I shake it all a little bit and my jewelry wearing project seems to be happy.