Showing posts with label gifts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gifts. Show all posts

Friday, June 13, 2008

My new favorite way to procrastinate is Ravelry. The knitting thing is making me think about returning to crochet, and the possibilities on ravelry are (seemingly) endless.

I mean, really, how cute is this baby afghan?


Of course, I'm knee-deep (ok, ankle-deep) into a blanket for Idara, who's due next month. Here's the pattern, although I'm making it in yellow.
Simple, but a good way to get back into knitting.

But back to Ravelry:
One of the coolest things is that there are affinity groups, which is fun. I've reconnected with many women I went to college with.
AND there's a Hello Kitty group. Woo-hoo! Just think, I could make this:

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

How'd She Know?

Found in my purse this evening:



I think a young woman in my office left it for me. A lovely cotton knitted dishcloth.



Now, how'd she know I left dishes in the sink this morning?

Friday, May 9, 2008

No Waaaay!

My sister is visiting from Atlanta, for my birthday.

Last night we went to a taping of Wait, Wait Don't Tell Me!, one of our favorite NPR shows.

And guess who won Carl Kassell's voice on her answering machine?!

Adam Savage from Myth Busters played "Not My Job" and he got all the answers right.

He was playing for me! Woo HOO!

Gigantic thanks to my sister for getting them to put my name as the potential winner.

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Happy Birthday to Me!

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Birthday Ducks

Ok, so my sister is a nut. I love her, but she is a nut. How do I know, you ask? Because she sent me Teddy Bear pasta for my birthday. And because today I came home to find birthday package #2 from her. There were elegant little packages of bath confetti, salts, and beads.

And these:


They are called Naughty and Nice Ducks, BTW. And they light up! Actually, they flash.


Thank you, Nicole!

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Oh, today was my second day at my second office. Pretty tame stuff, except that one of my patients, apparently unhappy with my decision to not reline her denture the day I delivered it (and I didn't even make it; the previous guy did), hit me. And no, I am not joking; she hit me. More like a swat, like a spanking.

I am over 40, and today I got a spanking.