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ask me what i am up to? well, not a whole lot. i overdid it and my hands have been killing me. and with both of my wrist brace thingies on, i am not so agile with the hands. to-morrow, will be better! i know it! anyway, when my right hand only was hurting, i did some drawing and writing with my left hand practicing, like i mentioned before. i actually told my mom and she didn’t even seem to think it was odd. she asked me why, and i said for fun. or if i have a stroke, i am all set. how morbid! just being prepared. sheesh. anyway, i am much better at drawing with my left hand than writing. isn’t that strange? i meant to ask my neurologist what that meant and forgot.

so in crazy news, my mother-in-law was visiting someone’s house with a friend and the neighbor from a few doors down had an autistic son who got her car keys (the kid’s mom’s, not my mol) and drove the car into several cars on the street, a fire hydrant and my mom in law’s new suv and the lady’s house! the best part is that i guess that the woman’s insurance has a $25,000 cap, so any damages over that (and i imagine they
will be waaaaaay over that) will be paid by the people whose stuff got wrecked. i guess they will have to pay their deductible? i am not really sure, as i know the person who causes the wreck is supposed to pay. anyway! after all of that, today, on oprah they had a show about autism, which affects 1 in 150 kids! did you know that? i thought it was really rare. i was shocked. i know a few people who have autistic sons (it seems like it affects boys more than girls, but i could be wrong) and the thing that is so crazy is that it seems like it most often becomes apparent when they are around 2 years old and all of the speech and other skills they have learned just disappear. it seems to be clearly a genetic presdisposition, but it seems like something must cause it to actually kick in, and there is not much known about it, and not much research going into it, even though it affects so many people. 1 in 150. that is crazy! the big thing with autism is that if you catch it as early as possible, it can make a big difference, so if you have a little one, go and look at the site and the warning signs. my younger brother had a little boy in his playgroup as a toddler named leo that ended up being autistic, he was a gorgeous little boy, and his two older sisters are doctors, i believe. it is just so amazing how different children from the same parents can be. i know a couple of people dealing with this in their lives (and amazingly well!) i don’t want to say names, but you have my admiration.

last night i got a bunch of sewing books on amazon and actually feel guilty about it today, although they were all things that i knew were good, including sew u, and some other basic books. i have already been sketching up designs, i have bunches in old journals, too, in hopes that i could learn some day. there are several really cute new skirts on amy butler’s website, but the links for stores that carry them, no one has it, so i emailed her (she is my friend butter’s aunt) to ask if she knew where…the variations are so cute. also, if you have her book, in stitches, there is an apron pattern variation (which is free on her site) to make that into a cute skirt. super cute! she sent me some patterns a while ago after i sent her some yarn to play with and one was a cute stuffed toy/pillow, super cute. i plan to make a few of those, but on her site, there is a free pattern for a kitty pillow, so pop by…

joann’s has a sale going on this weekend on sewing stuff and patterns, so i plan to go in and get some notions, bobbins, needles and cheap patterns. eeeeeasy ones. any interest donna? i am excited to go. i also need to find out how i can get my machine tuned up. it is a “white” so i think i may name her betty, oh, or maybe betsy…hmmm…unless karissa had her named already.

on the tyra banks show, they have this single mom that makes pr0n movies for a living, and lives super duper well and only works 70 days a year. tyra was obviously grossed out by her, or thought she was evil or something. it isn’t the best thing in the world, but it is in another way rather amazing to be able to be home for your kid and to take them where they want to go, spend time with them, give them warm meals, etc, etc, even if the job isn’t the best case scenario. i have major issues with pr0n as a woman and a women’s college graduate, but i also see how hard a lot of single mom’s have it. feel free to yell at me if you like.

back to business, i will be updating with new yarns and fiber probably monday or tuesday. with it being easter, i don’t know how busy the internet will really be. or does someone know if it is normally a busy time. i don’t celebrate easter, and i guess nothing is open, so maybe it will be busy. hm. maybe i will update on sunday. just for those of you nice enough to pop by. hm. i will keep ya posted for sure.

wanna see some yarns now?


i found this really cool link that i hadn’t heard of before…ever heard of it? threadbanger.com…i plan to listen to the podcast, although, we all know i have a short attention span for them. i have also been thinking about doing a personal podcast that goes along with my blog and what i am up to, into, etc, etc…what do you guys think? if you lurk and never post, leave me a message, okay? on bloglines, i have close to 100 readers now, i think…although in the end, like my blog, it is just another form of documentation, that i feel compelled to make, like a sketchbook or photos, even if no one else cares but me. as long as barbe still wants to do fluff-a-licious we will do that one, which is more of a crafty blog, we will do that one. again, i am still not sure that i should bore anyone with my blabbering. i would love to interview people, although i know that if you don’t have good chemistry, or don’t know them well, or they are shy, it can be rather hard to listen to. you know? just thinking out loud, here. it would most likely just be me talking about whatever. we will see. you will know first. or second, i guess.

off to return emails…
mwah!
n.