Thursday, August 07, 2003

Beam me up, Scotty!

Beam me up, Scotty!

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Wednesday, August 06, 2003

New site
MonkeyKnits is making a move! I am relocating to Type Pad. I'm saying good-bye (and good riddance) to Blogger and hello (and how YOU doin'?) to Type Pad. Come see me... And change your links!

My New Home!

Monday, August 04, 2003

Buh-Bye... Buh-Bye...

It has finally happened. MT has been installed. is on its way to completion. I have a few things to iron out in the template area, but I'm going to start posting to the new site by the end of the week. I will keep you posted on this and I will have a redirect site up and running so you can find me. I'm so excited! No more Blogger. Yippe!

Isn't the blog world fun? Today I signed up to help Matt and Rob with their knitting project. I hope I get picked. Ooh, ooh! Pick me! PICK ME!

That's all I have for now. I'm going to try to work on the template for a while. Then I'm making one of the only things I know how to make for dinner: oven-fried pork chops. Yummy. Then I'm planting my butt on the couch and working on SCC. The sleeves are coming along nicely, thank you very much.

Sunday, August 03, 2003

The TiVo ate my homework?

Argh! TiVo is the devil! It is programmed to record "Sex and the City" on channel 300 every Sudnay. Tonight it decided to override that decision and record some random show on channel 30. It's a good thing HBO replays their shows 27 times a week or else the TiVo would get a stern talking to.

So, there's a lot of buzz in the knit blogging world about what constitutes a "good" or "proper" knit blog. Some people think a true knit blog should be all knitting, all the time. I am not one of those people. Obviously. If I blogged only about my knitting you, the reader, would be bored to tears. The fact is, though I knit all the time (according to my loved ones), I don't seem to produce much. So if I only blogged about my knitting, I would have a post everyday that said, "I've knit another two inches on the pink sweater," or "My list of future projects is growing faster than my lawn." So I choose to bore you with not only knitting, but also other things that happen in my life.

For example, today I went to the driving range with John and his brother, Tim. I have only ever done this once before. I had a good time until I realized that golf is a learned skill. It is such an awkward motion -- keep your left arm straight, bend your legs, keep your head down, watch the ball... SO many things to remember in the span of about three seconds. But I hit a few good balls and I think I may take lessons next summer. Look out, Annika Sorenstam!

Also, some of you may remember that I am graduating this December. I graduated from high school in 1995. It is now 2003. I have been working on my Bachelor's degree for eight years. Now that I'm finally graduating, it occurs to me that I must start thinking about living in "the real world." I will be applying to graduate school but I'm pretty sure I won't get in on my first attempt. This is not pessimism; it is realism. My GPA suffered tremendously during the few years I decided I'd rather concentrate on partying than on studying. It turns out that spending most of your free time at the bar is not the path to making the Dean's list. Who knew? But now I am back on track, thank you very much, and I am on the Dean's list. Nonetheless, I must consider that I may not get into grad school right away. This means that I will have to get a "real job." *heavy sigh* I'm not sure what that entails, but it sounds terrible and it gives me a tummy ache just thinking about it. I am just praying that the job market is a little better in December than it is now because I do not want to work in sales or welding.

Thursday, July 31, 2003

Crazy Fun Days

Today, and this weekend, is "Crazy Days" in downtown Vermillion. Actually, someone told me today that it's called "Fun Days" because "Crazy Days" is offensive to crazy people. I don't know if that's true, but there you go. "Whatever-They're-Called Days" is basically a weekend where all the downtown businesses sell all the junk they've been piling up all year. It's like a giant rummage sale. I love it! Today I went downtown to renew my license tabs and stop at the Post Office. Well, the PO is right across from the Hallmark store. I *love* Hallmark stores. SO I just went to look. How could I not? There were about six huge tables of gorgeous, useless crap just calling my name. Then, I heard the voice of the Devil (disguised as a sweet old woman wearing a Gold Crown name tag)... "Fill this bag for only $25." I looked over... The bag was probably two feet wide by 18 inches tall and six inches across. I thought to myself, "I bet I can fit a lot of crap in there!" And I was right (caution: big photo!). I just did the math, and the total retail value of my crap is $150!!! Who knew!?!

Now, does anyone know what I can do with 14 packages of tissue paper? I would've stuffed more in there, but I felt kinda guilty...

On an unrelated subject: What is this?!? Isn't he like, sixty or something??? Yuck! I don't know if I can handle it. I want Aidan back! And I guess now we know that Berger gets kicked to the curb... *sigh*