SoupyNette

SoupyNette
Originally uploaded by 7 Seconds of Love

I totally forgot that I had uploaded this a million billion years ago.


I then gave it to my brother.

Soup on your head!

Interesting discovery.

Upon Googling my name, I have discovered that there is a model out there with the same name as me. And we're the same height. Alas, that's about all we have in common, as I could easily make two of her with a bit left over mass-wise, but I still find it amusing. This may be why I've gotten some entertaining misdirected emails...

However! Photographic proof shows that I too am a hottie!


With my Favorite Kid.


Going out for the Knight with a few of the girls.


Rocking a bad-ass mustache.

Yes. I do have productive things to do, but choose not to do them. :)

˙ɹoʇıuoɯ ɹnoʎ ʇsnɾpɐ ʇou op

Stand on your head to read this post. :)

¡sɟɟo-ʇsɐɔ ʎɯ ʎnq ǝɯoɔ ˙puǝʞǝǝʍ sıɥʇ ǝlɐs pɹɐʎ ɐ ǝʌɐɥ ǝʍ :sǝʎ ɥo

˙llɐ ʇɐ unɟ ʇou ˙ƃoo ʇnq 'ƃuıɥʇ ʎɹɐssǝɔǝu ɐ s,ʇı ʍouʞ ı ˙op ʎllɐǝɹ ˙ƃuıʇǝıp ǝʇɐɥ ˙ʍou ǝɯ llıʞ ˙ʇǝıp ɐ pǝʇɹɐʇs 'oslɐ ˙os op oʇ ʎǝuoɯ ǝɥʇ dn ƃıp oʇ ǝʌɐɥ ʇnq 'uoos lıɐɯ ǝɥʇ uı sǝƃɐʞɔɐd oʍʇ ʇno puǝs oʇ ǝlqɐ ǝq oʇ pǝǝu ı puɐ 'dn pǝɥsıuıɟ ǝq oʇ pǝǝu ʇɐɥʇ sʇɔǝɾoɹd ʍǝɟ ɐ ǝʌɐɥ ı *ʇuɐldpɐǝɥ* ¡ǝɯıʇ ǝɯɐs ǝɥʇ ʇɐ uǝddɐɥ sƃuıɥʇ ǝlʇʇıl ǝɥʇ llɐ lıʇun sƃuıɥʇ ǝlʇʇıl ɹǝʌo ʇǝƃ noʎ dn-pǝxıɯ ʍoɥ ǝzılɐǝɹ ʎllɐǝɹ ɹǝʌǝu noʎ ˙sɐuɐuɐq ʎlʇɥƃıls os ɹǝʌǝ ƃuıoƃ ǝɯ sɐɥ ǝɟıl

Yarr!

My pirate name is:

Mad Jenny Bonney

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
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Meet Taco

My brother's calling himself "Daddy". Wouldn't you? Meet Taco.


She's seven weeks old, just adopted this weekend, and Dayv and Kris brought her to the family reunion yesterday.


She is super-tiny and apparently made of full-on cute.


She slept over last night, and I got to go to PetSmart and help buy a bunch of toys and stuff. So! Cute! She attacks fingers and will fall asleep on your chest. We joke that she's a lesbian kitty because she snuggles between boobies.

After meeting her, Z and I talked and we've decided we may need a kitty to help warm up his place. More to follow...

EDIT: See more Taco!!!

Just a friendly reminder

Hey kids!

Do you know what tomorrow is?

TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY!!!!!!!!

You simply *must* talk like a pirate! It's the law in these parts.

In other news - the Kid is enjoying first grade, I recently celebrated five years (FIVE YEARS!!!!) with Z, I am no closer to finishing the second Thelma story, and have written out but not typed out a felted bag pattern. And I learned how to dye yarn with Kool-aid, but I may have covered that already.

It's tough when you never ever blog, and suddenly there's all this stuff to talk about. I've been trying to contact friends from long ago, whether via facebook or some other medium, and have been doing well so far. :) In a way, it feels good to have people who remember who you were, as well as those who know who you are now. Also, it's interesting to see who knows who and how. You do get some unexpected crossovers.

I need to make a point to get back onto irc again soon. I have been so busy with life in general that I just forget. I also need to work on my swap packages! For several lovely people! Also the Minion Hats for the Ravelry Venture Brothers group. Fun!

Natalie Dee says it.

This would rock SO MUCH MORE if I actually wrote in this mofo. :)



Also, Hi Melissa!

Adventures in crafting. Again.

I made my own hand-dyed yarn yesterday. For the first time ever. I know, I'm awesome.

I used Fisherman's Wool for my base, and Kool-Aid for the dye. Grape and Cherry, if you care. :) It still smells a little fruity-sweet. When we laid it out and dyed it, the Kid and I made alternating bands of red and purple, but we muddled it a bit when we put it in the microwave to heat it. It still came out beautifully, though. Look!


My hands are still purply-red. But I don't really care... it was a lot of fun, and I officially have started looking for different colors of Kool-Aid to try it again. (There only seems to be Grape, Cherry, and Lemonade available in the local supermarkets. Sad, I know.) I have most of the skein of Fisherman's Wool left...

This lil' ball will end up being at least part of a hat. I keep picking it up and petting it and smelling it. Hi, I'm weird. :) I hope to do a semi-solid purple to pair it with so it doesn't have to be a teensy lil' hat.

Hm, I did name this appropriately.

It's Olympics time! Once again, my family and I celebrate the spirits of world togetherness and athleticism by sitting on our butts and watching different events at opposite ends of the house. Yay! Well, that is an exaggeration; we are often together watching the same event. But I do find it amusing that as a world, we celebrate our athletes by sitting and staring at them on television. Go irony! As for me, this is the first Olympics that I suddenly realize that I am *way older* than most of the competitors (especially in some highlighted events - I'm looking at you, gymnastics - where the athletes are literally half my age) and super out of shape, so my shoulders and arms are sore from doing extra time with Wii Fit in the mornings.

Ah, Wii Fit. I have a love-hate relationship with my daily routine on the balance board. I haven't seen whether anyone else has a hardware problem with it, but sometimes, my board freaks out in the middle of longer step and boxing sessions, and I have to get off, turn it off and on again, and resume, having now missed several steps, breaking my flow and lowering my score. Yes, I know score doesn't really matter, but I do get a bit miffed. I'm the only one in the house that has this issue, but ever since last month, I'm the only one really using it besides Liam on the balance games. I actually deleted a few family profiles since they hadn't been used. At least I'll be getting my money's worth out of it - even if I just keep losing what seems to be the same five pounds over and over. Whatever. It's better than doing nothing, and even if I weigh the same, I look and feel a bit different. Also taller. Hard to explain.

One of the other things keeping my on my butt is participation in the Ravelympics! During the Olympics, I have taken it upon myself to finish three different knitting and crocheting projects. If they are completed in time, I win. If not, no medal for me! I chase a back-to-school vest for Liam, a Pokemon stuffed toy, and (in the Works-in-Progress Wrestling event) a promise to finally complete that green Megaman backpack I started two years ago and never bothered to sew together. There's time to do this! I'm almost halfway done with the vest already, and I'm feeling confident about the rest.

Another fun treat for me has been my subscription to the Venture Brothers Shirt Club. Oh my god. Awesome. Every week, I get a new, VB-themed t-shirt. My favorite is the Dean! shirt, but they all rock pretty hard. Well, I'm not crazy about the OSI one, but I'm sure it'll grow on me. I've seen the shirts going on eBay for much more than I paid for them, so I'm glad I decided to get in on it when I did. Especially since they only make each design available for one week. Yikes.

Instead of going on a big vacation this year (although I must confess the Disney Weekend in May was rather good), my family has been going on a series of short trips. Camping with our friends at their place in the Poconos. Anime Next (and the kid cosplaying as a Moogle, super cute). Wild West City. The one I'm missing to go to work today, at the Crayola factory. The Butterfly Gardens. One I'm plotting for Saturday to Nintendo World and maybe Jekyll & Hyde's. Many of these are known only to the planner (it's me, mom, Judy, and out friend Donna plotting these) until we arrive at our destination. It's pretty awesome. And I find I can work my weekly assignments for work into four days, so it's easy enough for me to take a day off if needed.

Stuff I need to do: take the Kid back-to-school shopping (ack, first grade!), do my financial aid paperwork, schedule my last six classes. It's too hot to think about school, though. Just. Too. Hot. It's not too bad outside, but somehow my bedroom and living room have become giant easy-bake ovens. Last night I woke up around two because it was so so hot in here. The boy was fine; he managed to get a breeze through his room somehow, but it was stifling in here. I grabbed some iced tea, turned on the house fan (why was it off?!?) and moved the floor fan to the foot of the bed. And fell asleep immediately. I prefer a cool room for sleeping, so summers are not a restful time. Yes, we have air conditioning. No, we're not using it. Unless it goes over ninety-two (or it's horrifically thick and heavy with humidity), it's lower-cost fans.

No fiction lately, although I have been considering some of the early-Thelma ideas. Nothing seems to gel though. I want to get it in gear so I can amuse myself and others. The world needs more humor; I'd be honored to provide it.

Hahahahahaha!

Take that, figure-eight cast-on!

You're my bitch now.

*continues going insane*

No more stealthiness

Just a humble request.

If you happen to read this blog, leave a comment and say hello.

I'm dying to know who drops by.

I can has cheezburger strikes again!

more cat pictures

Wheeeee!

I may have to go with the subscription. But... money... argh.

I will decide by the deadline. :)

eBay again....

Just arrived today!

Because writing letters is fun!

Dear Inappropriate Crush Object,

If you'd stop being so darned clever and charming, maybe I'd stop feeling like a silly teenager whenever I talk to you. So knock it off. Thank you.

Love,
Me.

Sox In

SoxIn
Originally uploaded by Hayzee C

Posting this image (made by the talented Hayzee C) to show that I am participating in this year's Music with Sox In swap. :)

Just a thought

Ebay? Oh, it is SO BAD for me. I keep buying yarn. Pretty yarn, yarn that I would never find otherwise due to only really shopping in big box craft stores and having no idea where my LYS is other than it's somewhere on rte 27, possibly close to where I get my hair done. But I buy nice things! Things that are so nice! They are!

I just thank my lucky stars that I don't pay much attention to the items at etsy.

On the bright side, I may well have some good supplies for when the Music with Socks In Swap for the Discworld Ravelry group starts up, yay!

Thinking about Thelma.

Still need to work a bit more on Thelma and what else I want to do with her. Initially, I was going to go into her background as a young Monster Hunter, and how her pals were some of her wacky sidekicks, etc., but then it occurred to me that it wouldn't be as much fun as it is with her as she is now.

Old Ladies Fighting the Undead. It's a new fiction genre that I'm starting up. Anyone else does it, they gotta report to me.

Why this is great: Consider that the characters are facing their own mortality as well; the risk of turning is more *real* to you when it's more than just battle accidents and dismemberment that'll make your protagonists fall. Imagine seeing your recently deceased friends up and about and eating brains. It's more likely for the old than it is for the young, if you think about it. Having dead friends, not eating brains.

Why do these things come to me when I should be doing work for school? Sigh.

me! me!

My Personality

Neuroticism	81
Extraversion	63
Openness to Experience	58
Agreeableness	44
Conscientiousness	0

You are not generally self conscious about yourself, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You tend not to talk much and prefer to let others control the activities of groups. You are reasonably interested in the arts but are not totally absorbed by them. You are mostly a compassionate person, however you prefer to make objective judgments when possible, however you feel superior to those around you and sometimes tend to be seen as arrogant by other people. You often say or do the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives.

Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report.

Again, I live up to the name

So glad I called it "Infrequently Updated", no matter how off it seemed when it was shiny and new and I blogged every day.

Things are decent here in hamsterland. We (my family, my aunt's choir, and assorted chaperone-style people) just returned from a trip to Disney World, which is always a lot of fun and much less hokey than I initially believed. I'm still plugging away at my classes, planning on graduating this year, and must order the cap and gown and class ring soon, now that I think about it.

I recently rediscovered my old IRC channel, which is still up and running, surprisingly enough, and still has the same familiar faces.... er..... names in the side window. Awfully good to see people, some of whom I severely missed. Severely. I hope I get a chance to spend real-life time with these folks soon. Even if they do accuse me of having had a second child and selling it to the gypsies. Dorks. ^.^

Made just for me?

No. It can't be. Can it?

It's named after me.

It's my favorite color.

It's even loopy and off-center, much like a certain person that shall remai.. all right, me.

Could this be My Very Own Sweater? I'm so excited. Of course I bought the pattern. Now, I can either see what I have here that may work out the be the right weight/amount, or I can go plop down over a hundred dollars on the recommended yarn (but it's SILK! It's so NICE!!!), or other.

But damn. That is hawt. I need to make my sweater that has my name.

Musing on manga and a Dear John letter

So here's something that you don't see every day: a manga that seems tailor-made to appeal to both me and Z. It's got the mushy shojo plotlines that I go gaga over (love! betrayal! shopping as therapy!) and appeals to my wannabe fashionista side, and for Z, it's got the London punk aesthetic all over it in big bold letters. I would even go so far as to assume that one of the Nanas (the main characters are two girls with the same first name, super cute ^.^) may well be modeled after Z's hero, Siouxie Sioux. She has that combination of look and attitude, you know? I imagine that her band in the series, the Black Stones, sounds like a female-led, melodic version of the Clash, but that's just me.


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Dear John Cusack,

I am very sorry to hear that you have recently been having trouble with your stalker. The actions of the woman who has been shadowing you can only be described as deplorable, and as a way of trying to make it up to you, I would like to offer an exchange - I shall stalk you instead! I have no intentions of using your address falsely for any reason, and I won't bother you or your friends and associates. Hell, I don't even live on the same coast, so you won't even get to see me. So how will I be "stalking" you? Well, I won't, actually. I'm too lazy to actually try, plus my boyfriend would get exceptionally jealous of me. Especially since he's a fan too, although he doesn't like you that way, if you know what I'm talking about here, John. So if you like the idea of having a stalker that doesn't actually stalk you, feel free to contact me, and I would be more than happy to merely revel in my crush on you rather than actually annoying you in person at your home and place of business. Should you decide you do actually need to have me in-person at an event, lend some sort of "I have such wacky fans!" credibility, it may be necessary for it to at least be on the East Coast. I'm not made of money, John. Love ya, but it's just not financially possible for me to make it out there. Anyway, do consider this offer. As your current stalker is obviously overstepping what is decent, having me step in with my total lack of a reasonable work ethic may prove to be a nice break for you.

Yours truly,
Nette


Why do I always get the weird ones? Why????

A purge of the old stuff

And I don't mean bulimia. *laugh* No, I just went and deleted my old MySpace and LiveJournal accounts. Yes, all of them. Even the craft journal and the kid's stuff. I wasn't using the sites for anything, after all, and that's just from a different era in my life. I'm moving on.

That, and I've actually started, for the first time in my life, regularly exercising. Every day. For forty minutes. Go me. It's been a full week and I haven't wanted to quit or anything, even when my mother walked in on me doing a hilarious yoga pose. It was pretty funny. Oh man. :)

Haven't been writing much lately, not much story material has been , erm, materializing lately. Getting some knitting done, though, and have made progress on socks and a cute doll and some bag projects. Woo!

I'll have to add the new stuff to my ravelry later, but for now, I procrastinate.

And here's a new photo, just to have an image in the post. Yay, content!

Z does the *best* evil eyebrows ever.

I can't believe I actually wanted him to move back to NJ

My brother is trying to fart the theme song to Power Rangers.

Somebody help me.

Photo shaming?

In an attempt to get myself moving on some stalled knitting projects, I have gone ahead and posted photos of the unfinished objects (UFOs) that have been clogging up the works. I put them in my Ravelry projects page, and shared all but one of them with some of my groups, so here's hoping some motivation will come from this.

Just to be difficult, I won't put 'em here. Ha ha.

Have a Hug.

There seems to be a large amount of disgust concerning tomorrow, Valentine's Day. I can understand this. It's a day originally intended to honor a saint (the church has about ninety zillion of these; I think it's more unusual to have a day that doesn't honor a saint or something, but I digress) that has been changed into a huge money-making marketing machine. Granted, every holiday has, in case you haven't noticed, but I agree that commercializing days is a bad idea in general. And then there are those that say it makes singles feel inadequate. Well, on my single V-days, I give presents to my family, and they tend to give better chocolates than any of my boyfriends ever have. Okay, it seems to celebrate coupledom and all that entails, and there is no equivalent for those who aren't tied down. I get it. It's depressing as all hell. But that's only if you let it be.

I figure, let it be a day that celebrates love, in all its forms. Get a heart-shaped rawhide for your dog! Call Grandma and tell her she's a sweetie! Take advantage of next-day, 50% off chocolate assortments! You deserve it! Rent some horrible movies and stay in with some popcorn and a box of tissues (weeping for girls, wanking for guys, either way, you'll need 'em.) Get wasted on REALLY good wine with your best friends. Whatever. Just don't hate the day for what its become, hate society for encouraging it. Share some love, instead! And pass the truffles.

Cheap shopping. WOO HOO!

Okay, it's yarn-related, and boring to non-knitters. Might even be boring to other knitters. This is just a warning. See? I can let you know ahead of time.

For those still reading.... all one of you.... hi. I swung by Jo-Ann's today, just to see what was in stock because, after all, there's no shame in expanding the stash when you find decent stuff on the cheap.

I did.

There were these knitting gift packs, complete with circular needle, crochet hook, and all that happy stuff, and four decent sized balls of either variegated or self-striping wool yarn, and they were marked down to eight bucks. Whee! I got one in a blue-yellow-grey colorway, and one in an extremely girly red-pink-PINK one. Also, they had a sale on Paton's Classic Wool, which I love, so I got two balls. Total spent? Twenty-five bucks after tax, and I got ten balls of feltable loveliness. Oh, baby.

I've been on Ravelry an awful lot lately - I love love LOVE browsing the UGHs. Nothing like enjoying other people's knitting disappointment, eh?

Also, on a non-fiber topic, classes start super-soon. Huzzah!

I just spent an awesome four hours

Okay, so I'm not feeling so very good, so I figure I'll hole up at home, check the e-mail, yadda yadda. And I find the Girl Genius comic series (by the amazing Foglios, Phil and Kaja) is online, and I go and read a little, and then some more, and then.....

You go read some. It's just the best thing ever. Hooray for Girl Genius!

Quite productive, knitting-wise

So I've gone ahead and finished a few projects, only one of which was in the "Please finish these before you die" pile. Let me show you some pictures, world.



First, a cute handbag made with some "vintage" (read: old) wool I had in my stash, with a design done in ribbon yarn. I used the Vertigo pattern for this, and so should you. The second is a hat I made for the Kid, who is currently very into Flags. From all countries. And states. And any other thing that requires a flag. He loves them. And I love him. So he has a flag hat.


The next two are close-ups of an item I just sent off as a gift, so no full images in this space just yet. (Ravelry, on the other hand, has them. Bwa ha.) But suffice to say it's cool as all hell.

I'd also write something, but my brain's going a mile a minute right now and it's hard to keep up with myself. But I'm back in school starting super-soon, and it's a wonderful thing. Also, looking forward to Valentimes.

Hmph.

Other people are required to blog, strictly for my amusement. This decree has been handed down as of today. Hurrah!

Also - started and finished the brilliant Peter and the Starcatchers yesterday. I think I liked him better as Black Stache than his current moniker.....

Two weeks into the new year: a list of totals

Time taken off from work to help with Mom after her surgery: One week

Size of Mom's ovarian cyst: About the size of a grapefruit or a kaiser roll

Do I have a picture of it? Yes, but not sharing online due to disgusting contents.

Weight gained since Jan 1: Four and a half pounds

Where it came from: apparently fat particles fly through the air and attach themselves to me. Also, possibly fast food dependency.

Progress on knitting projects: an inch and a half into a pair of socks, a foot of garter-stripe scarf, a fully formed pattern in my head but a moderate determination to finish outstanding WIPs (and one promised gift!) before I start anything new. Even a Knit-a-long.

Yarn purchases: Two balls of ribbon yarn at dollar store

Yarn I wanted to purchase: More than you can possibly imagine, unless you knit, then yes, THAT much.

Clothes ruined during painting Z's house: one pair jeans, one t-shirt, one bra. Underwear and socks shockingly unscathed.

Has he moved in yet? No.

Speculative date of his moving in: Jan 20

Actual date: May be February at this rate

Days late on car payment: two

Days until I get paid: one

Days until Dad's birthday: two

Gift ideas: zero

Holiday photos uploaded to computer: 69

Times I laughed at that: once

Months I've been low on black ink: two, and I can still just squeak out my work papers every cycle anyway. My faxes are still, apparently, legible.

Resolutions partially accomplished: I am re-enrolling in school this week. With a semester's worth of credits left to earn before my bachelor's, it's stupid to not continue.

Number of cavities at Kid's dental checkup: zero

How proud am I of him? Immeasurable

Days missed using Brain Age 2: one, and seeing the little pixel-doctor's frown of disappointment was hilariously encouraging.

Brain Age, according to the software: 28

Actual Age: 30

Desire to refer to myself as 28: Meh.

Old friends contacting me through Facebook: one

Happy to see this person? HELL, yes. :)

Shock at seeing measurements for bridesmaid dress: None

Still want to change them? Yep. They're kinda huge.

Plans for diet/exercise? None yet

How to lose weight then? Sheer force of will, and/or reliance on stomach viruses. (totally kidding)

How much of this post is serious? Enough.