tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38500042011-04-21T19:07:25.161-07:00nothing newNotes from a dancer's journal, with occasional forays into parenting, cooking, knitting, writing, backpacking, books, and anything else that gets my body moving.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comBlogger1471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1113281262480011232005-04-11T21:31:00.000-07:002005-04-11T22:05:55.423-07:00Okay Emma, the stick has been passed.You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?Preferably one that isn't burned...Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?Yes. Many times. Unlike Emma, I realize that crushes don't have to go anywhere to be fun.The last book you bought is:I honestly don't know. No, wait, something about piglet and pooh, I think. I've been enjoying Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1110695626648898292005-03-12T22:32:00.000-08:002005-03-12T22:33:46.650-08:00I just deleted my links. I thought it would be nice to be link-free. Now this blog is just it's own entity... Drifting in space with no ties.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1109928840774351732005-03-04T01:33:00.000-08:002005-03-04T01:34:00.776-08:00I am so damn tired. Planning a surprise party is hard work. And I am so frigging close to DONE with the rainbow stripey sweater, but not quite there. Darnit.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1109625630463597222005-02-28T13:20:00.000-08:002005-02-28T13:27:42.803-08:00"target="_new">http://grandeurvision.blogspot.com/YAY!!!!!!!!!!!Weird. The link up there doesn't work, but cutting and pasting does... Huh?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1099815430142338272004-11-07T01:06:00.000-08:002004-11-07T00:17:10.143-08:00Courtney, this is for you...
Slings I have: an ellaroo wrap, a baby bundler wrap, two ring slings with fanned shoulders (one made out of an old sarong, the other a former maya wrap), a hotslings stretch cotton pouch with leg padding, and a homemade mei tai. We also have a baby bjorn (which I hate but Hans loves) and a frame backpack.
I think my collection is pretty good for a barebones Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1099708020451981042004-11-05T18:25:00.000-08:002004-11-05T18:27:00.450-08:00Updated links. If your blog isn't there, I don't know it exists. Enlighten me.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1099381835946845782004-11-01T23:43:00.000-08:002004-11-01T23:50:35.946-08:00This blog is dead, isn't it?
Let's breathe a little life in... Just enough to keep ya remembering to check in on me once every coupla months.
That rainbow stripey sweater is getting closer. One sleeve down, one to go. And a hood and a zipper. Not so much... Maybe by Christmas? While it mostly sits in a canvas bag waiting for me to knit, I've been a sewing fanatic. I made myself a ring sling Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1092983500749241562004-08-19T23:31:00.000-07:002004-08-19T23:31:40.750-07:00Wow. My links need updating. Will do that someday. Don't hold your breath.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1092983225596790962004-08-19T23:23:00.000-07:002004-08-19T23:27:05.596-07:00I haven't been writing fiction. You must have figured that out by now. I'm sure I will again, just not sure when. I also haven't been knitting much. (Still working on the sleeves for the very cool rainbow stripey sweater.) And I haven't done yoga in ages. What exactly have I been doing? Who knows. Rereading the same stuff online. Learning how to use my ellaroo wrap (I think it will be a long, Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1092982995952135992004-08-19T23:21:00.000-07:002004-08-19T23:23:15.953-07:00I'm bored enough to blog.
Good news -- blogger now works better in Safari than Mozilla. In fact, it no longer works at all in Mozilla. This is good news because I've got Safari open all day every day, and I only ever used Mozilla to blog. So now that extra click and wait time blogging used to require has been eliminated.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1089575584085062782004-07-11T12:50:00.000-07:002004-07-11T12:53:04.086-07:00I am still here.
Trying to finish the infamous rainbow stripey sweater.
Preparing for a real vacation -- Martha's Vineyard, here we come!
Hoping for more sleep, as usual.
Catching up on piles of laundry.
Dreaming about buying a condo that comes with -- gasp -- a dishwasher and a washer and dryer, as well as twice as much space as we've got now.
And thinking about writing more fiction, but Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086899628496561572004-06-10T13:25:00.000-07:002004-06-10T13:33:48.496-07:00Dan is all angsty about job/life decisions. Here is my advice...
1. Know that anything you do decide to do, you can change your mind about later. These decisions are not permanent.
2. Think long and hard (make many lists, talk to many people, have many dreams, talk to yourself while you take your marathon showers) about what you enjoy doing. Don't leave anything out.
3. Think long and hard Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086712298665806932004-06-08T09:29:00.000-07:002004-06-08T09:31:38.666-07:00Moment of truth is almost upon us... Nothing more is written of the sci-fi tale, and I have all of two short bits of pre-written fantasy left. I'm full of ideas and excitement, but will that be enough? Can I make the time to do some focused writing?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086711688822421452004-06-08T09:19:00.000-07:002004-06-08T09:21:28.823-07:00Added bits to sci-fi, below, and fantasy, here.
Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086711390066859942004-06-08T09:16:00.000-07:002004-06-08T09:16:30.066-07:00Chunk three of sci-fi...
“Baby Brigade calling Watson. Come in Watson,” Michael said into his com line, “Baby Brigade calling Watson. Come in Watson.” He scratched his head and slumped. The com line had only been up for an hour, but he should’ve made contact by now. A crinkly noise came back at him, and he straightened up. Probably static, still he adjusted his frequency.
“Watson here,Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086711156254468142004-06-06T12:41:00.000-07:002004-06-08T09:12:36.256-07:00Big pile of words about to be dumped here... Skein three of fantasy.
Tron and Gair accompanied Oseh through the long underground tunnels, one on either side of her. As they entered the hall, Oseh was glad of her escort. The room was huge, with torches lining a long walk. And behind the torches were men -- some wrinkled and older than her father, some with smooth young faces like her Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086369399813868372004-06-04T10:05:00.000-07:002004-06-04T10:16:39.813-07:00I went in for a pap smear yesterday, for the first time in five years. Joy. (Actuallly, the nurse practitioner I saw was wonderful for a change.)
On the way there, I started thinking about my first visit to a gynecologist, back when I was 16, and how horrific it was. The doctor totally ignored almost everything I said, and fixated on the fact that I was 16 and hadn't menstruated yet. I wound up Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086127295938999132004-06-01T15:01:00.000-07:002004-06-01T15:01:35.936-07:00Jealousy sucks.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086126116685677242004-06-01T14:39:00.000-07:002004-06-01T14:42:08.840-07:00New to you fiction below! Please comment...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086124922137217072004-06-01T14:21:00.000-07:002004-06-01T15:04:55.320-07:00More of the fantasy yarn...
“Oseh. Wake up now. Oseh. Oseh.” It was the dark haired one, leaning over her, shaking her just a little, with one hand on her shoulder and the other smoothing her dirty tangled hair from her face. He stood up when he saw her eyes open. “Yeh can bathe here, and we’ve got some clean clothes for yeh, if yeh don’t mind wearing pants like a lad. Cap’n is waitingDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1086124733111789092004-06-01T14:12:00.000-07:002004-06-01T14:18:53.110-07:00More of the sci-fi tale...
“ERIK!” Cybelle cried, kneading his shoulders with her hands, “tell me what to do, tell me again.” Her breathing was ragged, hot in his ear.
“Lean on me, breathe deep, that’s it, deep breaths, open up for the baby, breathe deep, open up…” He pressed his palms into the small of her back and kept his voice calm, low, steady in her ear. They had practiced this for Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085796988661613062004-05-28T19:11:00.001-07:002004-05-28T19:21:52.966-07:00Okay, read this and this and tell me what you think I should keep working on... Please?
(You can also tell me if you think I should focus my energy elsewhere.)Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085796829504910582004-05-28T19:11:00.000-07:002004-05-28T19:19:17.143-07:00Oops.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085681190919635452004-05-27T11:05:00.000-07:002004-05-27T11:26:25.413-07:00Here's a pre-mama hood story, but it doesn't really prove anything... Still about kids. Oh well.
CAKE
Picture three dirty kids in superhero underwear with chocolate cake batter smeared on their fat cheeks. I am Supergirl. My little brother, Aquaman. Our little sister, Wonder Woman. It’s Wonder Woman’s birthday. She’s turning four. She hasn’t figured out yet that she won’t ever catch up Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085680934081897622004-05-27T11:01:00.000-07:002004-05-27T11:02:14.083-07:00I oughta post something I wrote prior to becoming a mom... I have had thoughts that weren't about babies, really I have!Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085680372441625992004-05-27T10:52:00.001-07:002004-05-27T10:55:29.956-07:00So, which would you rather read more of???Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085680406963518562004-05-27T10:52:00.000-07:002004-05-27T10:55:11.016-07:00And novel #2, which I think I started more like two or three years ago. Sci Fi genre.
Anika climbed a tall hunk of granite, shaded her eyes, and searched for the Watson. She sighed, pulled her binoculars out and began a slow survey. Still no sign of the damn blimp. Biting her thumbnail, she headed back to the glistening tent city. Late afternoon sun gilded the edges of the solar panels. Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085680229693747762004-05-27T10:49:00.000-07:002004-05-27T10:50:29.693-07:00Here is novel #1, which I started maybe three or four years ago... Fantasy genre.
Oseh was tired. Tired of walking through the reindeer moss and berry bushes; tired of eating mushrooms; tired of sleeping with her elbow for a pillow on a bed of lichen. She didn’t cry any more. Didn’t sing to the wild baby tied to her belly and breast with a dirty woollen scarf. She just walked. And Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1085680162944450482004-05-27T10:48:00.000-07:002004-05-27T10:56:12.926-07:00Okay, I'm copying Dan. I've got two potential novels that I keep not writing. I'll post the beginning of each, and you tell me which one I should continue with right now...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084320430233457382004-05-11T17:05:00.000-07:002004-05-11T17:07:42.303-07:00Never say never, right? Nothing teaches that lesson like parenting. When I think of the list of things that I thought I'd never (or always) do, and I look at the reality, well, I've been wrong a lot. And it's been good to figure that out. Again, and again, and again. Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084319654434746582004-05-11T16:53:00.000-07:002004-05-11T16:54:14.433-07:00I miss the calendar thingie!!!!Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084319093775175162004-05-11T16:41:00.001-07:002004-05-11T16:44:53.776-07:00Joelle, I dreamt about you. We were sitting in some sunny room together talking about how much you want to have a baby, and you were sobbing. You weren't coupled (must've been a dream, hehe) and you were agonizing about being a single mom. You were determined to do it, and I was going on and on about the importance of having a serious support system. I kept saying "if only I lived near you, I'd Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084318898012123212004-05-11T16:41:00.000-07:002004-05-11T16:41:38.013-07:00I woke up this morning with several ideas for blogging. Let's see if I can remember any of them...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084318861850796092004-05-11T16:40:00.000-07:002004-05-11T16:41:01.850-07:00I think I liked it better before. Now I can't see my most recent entries while I'm typing on this one.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084318781993738732004-05-11T16:39:00.001-07:002004-05-11T16:53:42.936-07:00I've read that Blogger has upgraded... Not for me. Maybe I have to use Explorer instead of Mozilla or Safari. I'll check that out another day. Better yet, I'll ask Dan... Dan? Do the changes to Blogger show up in Mozilla or Safari?
Edited to LOL at Blogger, which got these posts confusingly out of order...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1084318823783045432004-05-11T16:39:00.000-07:002004-05-11T16:40:23.783-07:00Whoa. Blogger does look different.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1083946783852750772004-05-07T09:19:00.000-07:002004-05-07T09:24:04.840-07:00You know I sit here pecking out blog entries w/1 hand just to give you a place to comment and connect w/me, right? So comment! Or I'll notice that I get more comments when I'm not blogging than when I am...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1083905377353165482004-05-06T21:49:00.001-07:002004-05-06T21:53:57.420-07:00(That was a joke.)Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1083905349976847252004-05-06T21:49:00.000-07:002004-05-06T21:53:30.043-07:00Work, work, work. I must work. When I'm on my computer... All I do is work. ;)Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1083737598005209002004-05-04T23:13:00.000-07:002004-05-04T23:19:00.873-07:00Some things parents should not do:
Say "just a minute" when they reallly mean "it'll be about five minutes before I'm done, so let's figure out some fun way for you to spend that time."
Pretend that holding a phone in their hand makes it okay to ignore pleas for help.
Carry so many heavy things at one time that their back really hurts and they can't easily plop down on the floor to play.
Put Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1083737290991275402004-05-04T23:08:00.000-07:002004-05-04T23:12:28.890-07:00Wow. I'm awake and it's late and I don't have a body in my arms, or even in my lap. Amazing. I should go sleep, but had to just take a moment to go AHHHHHHHHH...
Big life changes have such long adjustment phases.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1082852420647394292004-04-24T17:20:00.000-07:002004-04-24T17:24:39.890-07:00Best word in the English language: benign.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1082852362215371582004-04-24T17:19:00.000-07:002004-04-24T17:23:26.420-07:00Some things doctors should not do:
Tell parents that they'll call down with info during surgery and then NOT call.
Underestimate time required for surgery.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1082603987691538352004-04-21T20:19:00.000-07:002004-04-21T20:23:48.140-07:00I'm so afraid of horrible stuff. I have a hard time watching gory movies. I physically jump when I accidentally have a thought about someone I love dying or being hurt. I polish lovely memories and gloss over the dark ones. I refused to watch, listen to, or read the news for over a year because I felt physical pain when I tried to process it.
I'm surprising myself these days. I'm a helluva lot Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1082438776780467902004-04-19T22:26:00.000-07:002004-04-19T22:30:35.840-07:00What is more beautiful than a sleeping child?
Two of 'em.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1082414480897876382004-04-19T15:41:00.000-07:002004-04-19T17:00:41.043-07:00A friend I haven't seen in ages is blogging! Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1082408194339752592004-04-19T13:56:00.000-07:002004-04-19T15:43:13.500-07:00This seemed appropriate... Damn image doesn't work, so you just get text.
You are the Fool card. The Fool fearlessly beginsthe journey into the unknown. To do this, hedoes not regard the world he knows as firm andfixed. He has a seemingly reckless disregardfor obstacles. In the Ryder-Waite deck, he isseen stepping off a cliff with his gaze on thesky, and a rainbow is there to catch him. Inorder Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1074304764707384162004-01-16T17:59:00.000-08:002004-01-16T18:01:18.340-08:00Cartoon Network is a pretty amazing TV station. And I think I'm finally sick of it. Thank goodness for the internet -- I do need to go outside at some point today or I'll keel over from stir-craziness. Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1074160138338154252004-01-15T01:48:00.000-08:002004-01-15T01:50:49.296-08:00I think blogging is something that it is possible to take very, very seriously. Or to not take seriously at all. Clearly, I'm falling into the totally frivolous blogger camp, if I wasn't there all along. I think that's fine. When I take things too seriously, I tend to avoid them for fear of screwing them up.
Besides, how lame would it be for me to obsess about blogging? I can tell you, cuz I'veDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1074159597742534772004-01-15T01:39:00.000-08:002004-01-15T01:41:48.763-08:00Okay, I thought of a bigger picture kinda thing to post about.
And promptly forgot it.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1074159517960840102004-01-15T01:38:00.000-08:002004-01-15T01:40:29.000-08:00Pregnancy is mostly amazing. I could list all the ways that it's wonderful, and get my male readers (or is that reader? I think Dan might be the only one) all jealous.
Right now, though, I'm not thinking about how wonderful it is. (Well, not really. Only a little to remind myself that this moment is transitory.) I'm thinking about how much my tummy hurts, and how lame it is that my stomach is Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1073692187173066432004-01-09T15:49:00.000-08:002004-01-09T16:30:33.200-08:00Edited to delete something really sappy crappy. Now you know why I haven't been posting.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1073692078698203632004-01-09T15:47:00.000-08:002004-01-09T15:49:42.373-08:00A random thought...
What the hell is a nerd, anyway? I think maybe it's a person who is extremely excited about, interested in, and knowledgeable about something that popular culture deems unworthy of such attention. Not only that, but a nerd doesn't care about conforming for the sake of conformity. (Some even seem to delight in not-conforming for the sake of not-conforming.) That explains Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1073691581117852572004-01-09T15:39:00.000-08:002004-01-09T15:41:24.903-08:00Okay.
I'm supposed to post.
But what?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1071937439932739652003-12-20T08:23:00.000-08:002003-12-20T08:29:53.513-08:00The Return of Dan
By the way, Dan posted fiction again. I know you probably thought he was dead (and I was about to terminate his pal Eli) but he's back, and writing, and maybe if you head over there and read his fiction and comment to tell him how great it is, he won't wait another month before he posts again. As a matter of fact, he'll never know whether you read it or not. Just comment on his Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1071937148564951242003-12-20T08:19:00.000-08:002003-12-20T08:24:18.733-08:00Alice is right. I'm awake now.
In fact, I've been awake since 5am. How insane is that? And I'm supposed to be up late tonight watching LOTR, which I am insanely excited to see. I only hope that they have the real ending... You know, back to the happy hobbits. If the movie has some exciting dramatic war ending, well, I'll cry. I will. And don't tell me if you know (that means you, Dan) because I Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070873832129491872003-12-08T00:57:00.000-08:002003-12-08T00:58:13.466-08:00I am exhausted. I am going to sleep now. And sleep and sleep... Ahhhh... Sleep is good.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070873627377826062003-12-08T00:53:00.000-08:002003-12-08T00:57:03.903-08:00Yay!
Rational Parenting is no longer defunct. There are some great things posted there already, so go enjoy.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070859176826327912003-12-07T20:52:00.000-08:002003-12-07T20:53:57.966-08:00Expect knitting pictures some day kinda soon. Let me know if that actually interests you.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070859080548428302003-12-07T20:51:00.000-08:002003-12-07T20:53:28.483-08:00This is me, about 4.5 years ago... The one and only time I ever had a crewcut. I'm figuring out how to post images...
Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070563373809678072003-12-04T10:42:00.000-08:002003-12-04T10:46:22.140-08:00As I mentioned in comments below, I got the hat figured out. Now it's almost done.
While my neighbor was helping me figure out the cast on, I started thinking about what an oddball knitter I am. I've never made a scarf. Isn't that what knitters do? Make scarves?
My Scottish ballet teacher taught me to knit when I was about 12 or 13, but I never finished anything then. (Hey, with crappy acrylic Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070260065380267952003-11-30T22:27:00.000-08:002003-11-30T22:28:37.000-08:00I am so fed up with a hat that I'm trying to make. I cannot figure out this tubular yarn over cast on whatever the fuck it is. Tried twice. Grrrrrrrrrrrr...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070087605802447702003-11-28T22:32:00.000-08:002003-11-28T22:34:14.856-08:00Dan, check out your link in my sidebar. And tell me how much I rock.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070086473679021852003-11-28T22:08:00.001-08:002003-11-28T22:26:18.733-08:00Anyone want to tell me what the deal with pregnancy hormones is?
I don't remember being this emotional last time, and I find it really hard to believe that hormones are entirely to blame for me feeling moody this time. On the other hand, it is just weird when I start sobbing while watching a goopy TV commercial, or when it takes me hours to calm down after an argument. Okay, I don't even argue Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1070086226575892842003-11-28T22:08:00.000-08:002003-11-28T22:11:15.843-08:00I'm posting.
Yep.
Not sure what, but hey.
Oh, since I posted about being bugged by TV, well, I haven't been. I haven't even used any of your brilliant suggestions yet. I've just been remarkably content.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1069095725363218702003-11-17T11:02:00.000-08:002003-11-17T11:02:38.576-08:00Woty just let me know (in comments for the post below) that there are wireless headphones for TV... What a brilliant idea.
Of course, reading through all of the great suggestions (in comments for the post below) I realized that there is more to my problem than being bored by the TV. Quite simply, I want to be with the people who are watching TV. And honestly, when they are genuinely engaged andDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1068967663513930592003-11-15T23:27:00.000-08:002003-11-15T23:28:14.543-08:00I've been so annoyed by TV lately. I don't know why. Anyone want to tell me what's great or awful about TV?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1068967511121866992003-11-15T23:25:00.000-08:002003-11-15T23:25:42.170-08:00I made a yummy yummy soup today -- with some random veggies. Carrots, some yams, a couple of onions, and garlic barely covered with water and cooked till mushy (oh yeah -- cooked the onions and garlic in olive oil and butter before adding all the veggies, water, and salt). Then I turned off the heat and ground it all up with a hand blender. Tossed in an orange (minus the skin -- should've left Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1068966152815365062003-11-15T23:02:00.000-08:002003-11-15T23:18:45.593-08:00Well that's weird. I fixed the enetation problem and now have my actual blog entries getting narrower and narrower... Argh!
Okay, fixed that one... But this just keeps getting stranger and stranger...
And done. Whew.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1068965920356301662003-11-15T22:58:00.000-08:002003-11-15T22:59:11.640-08:00Tried to fix the template -- well, just to make it more clear that I want enetation to be second choice for comments -- but man what a mess. I think this is ultimately okay, but I am very frustrated that enetation won't SHOW the change I made on their site (it should say "Backup comments" instead of "Add comment here"). Oh well. Dan's right. Enetation sucks...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1068091021137358062003-11-05T19:57:00.000-08:002003-11-05T19:58:23.216-08:00So, it's happened. I'm all caught up on all of my favorite internet reading spots. Nothing new to read or discuss. It's all on me to come up with some new content.
Oh well.
Seriously, I am actually battling with a dilemma at the moment. A good one -- the kind where I can't decide which of two good choices is best.
Oh, and Camille is back in action. Yay Camille!
Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1067935279923449912003-11-04T00:41:00.000-08:002003-11-04T00:41:46.500-08:00I've been so exhausted, and have such a hard time sleeping. What's up with that???Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1067919307586190032003-11-03T20:15:00.000-08:002003-11-03T20:15:22.856-08:00In comments below (scroll down to my post titled Procrastination) Alice wrote: "The whole idea of procrastination seems to be that it's bad not to do things right away. But sometimes it's better to take ages, or not do things yet/ ever, like: if we don't feel like knitting, then it's pretty much pointless to knit."
I agree with this. I think, though, that when I talk or write about Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1067918715590877312003-11-03T20:05:00.000-08:002003-11-03T20:05:30.983-08:00Update on my list...
We've interviewed one team of midwives, and meet with another on Wednesday.
Still not done with the sweater, but have knit a few more lovely rainbow rows. My mind is now spinning with ideas for a few Christmas gifts, and the next fun kid's sweater I'll make (featuring a fuzzy brown bear holding a blue balloon). It is so much more fun to plan this stuff than it is to finish Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1064255533802770022003-09-22T11:32:00.000-07:002003-09-22T11:44:27.110-07:00Procrastination
Having that list of stuff I want to do posted here is forcing me to think about my procrastination habits. I'm realizing that I procrastinate for many different reasons. Knitting, for example, I just haven't really felt like doing, even though I love what I'm working on and am eager to hold the finished piece. I think I'm a little anxious because this is the first sweater I've Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1064250253182355522003-09-22T10:04:00.000-07:002003-09-22T10:36:44.096-07:00A friend of mine recently confessed that she still plays Spore Cubes sometimes, thanks to me recommending it here, so I'll go ahead and share some of the games I've been playing lately... Not alone, mind you. These games work well if one person controls the arrow keys and the other person controls the attack keys. Teen Titans bring you Battle Blitz, which is fun because you have so many good guysDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1064250148421278132003-09-22T10:02:00.000-07:002003-09-22T10:02:28.596-07:00We have a digital camera, and I'm not computer illiterate, and I really want to post a picture of this sweater that I'm making (I think it's gorgeous) but I just don't feel like figuring it out. Maybe later today I'll have someone help me.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1063858458510716142003-09-17T21:14:00.000-07:002003-09-17T21:14:18.470-07:00There isn't much motivation to knit socks for myself when my feet are always too warm these days. Pregnancy does interesting stuff.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1063858327612267732003-09-17T21:12:00.000-07:002003-09-17T21:12:28.876-07:00I haven't looked at this in a while.
Here are some things I want to do and haven't done. Maybe writing them down publicly will motivate me to actually do them.
Find a midwife. (I'm almost 100% certain that I'm not gonna intentionally go UC.)
Finish the gorgeous rainbow stripey cardigan I'm knitting for a kid I love.
Finish the socks I'm knitting for myself.
Get a good pre-natal yoga DVD.
Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1060749518816489242003-08-12T21:38:00.000-07:002003-08-12T21:38:38.716-07:00In comments below, Alice wrote: "I think it depends what you mean by self-sacrifice: some people self-sacrifice meanly ("I give my kids everything I have! I could have been happy if I hadn't sacrificed everything to them!"). Whereas some people give generously."
Honestly, I think in the moment of giving most people (well, the folks I know anyway) are giving generously. They (okay, we) might be Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1060307828818671512003-08-07T18:57:00.000-07:002003-08-07T18:57:08.620-07:00Here's a bit more on self-sacrifice... While I think it's idiocy in adult relationships, I do think that being willing to self-sac for ones kids makes sense. Not as a general rule, and it definitely should be seen as a failure, but face it -- they are dependent on parents. If we aren't willing to help them, then they don't get helped. If we aren't willing to help other adults, those adults can Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1060307656800907612003-08-07T18:54:00.000-07:002003-08-07T18:54:16.613-07:00I'm feeling rather silly. I've checked my blog for comments a few times in the past few days, but I never reloaded so they never showed up. I really do like conversations better than ranting to myself, so not having any comments left me feeling rather alone and uninterested in writing. How bizarre is that?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1059881119932658502003-08-02T20:25:00.000-07:002003-08-02T20:26:10.510-07:00Body Language
Is fascinating. Today, while in the car on a very busy congested street (one lane of traffic in each direction and no end of vehicles), I had a cool thing happen. Visualize this -- I'm sitting in my car in the middle of an intersection, waiting for a chance to turn left. The traffic is so thick coming in the opposite direction, that I figure I'll have to wait for the yellow light (Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1059880545875096572003-08-02T20:15:00.000-07:002003-08-02T20:15:45.860-07:00So. Why is it that I think blog-style thoughts when I'm in the car, or half asleep, or at someone else's house without my laptop? And then, when I'm here staring at my computer screen, all I feel like doing is reading other people's thoughts?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1059878916887250412003-08-02T19:48:00.000-07:002003-08-02T19:52:00.553-07:00Three good things you should know about:
Taking Children Seriously, the new blog style website.
Sage Parenting, a parenting discussion board with a TCS support forum and a lot of friendly folks.
Still Learning, a really cool blog.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1058421244458205842003-07-16T22:54:00.000-07:002003-07-16T22:54:04.420-07:00I'm back.
Of course, while I was gone my mind was full of ideas for blogging, but now I'm exhausted and spaced out... Perhaps tomorrow.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1057308120825033392003-07-04T01:42:00.000-07:002003-07-04T01:42:00.706-07:00Just peeking in to say that I won't be around much for a while... The play I'm choreographing for opens next week, and then I go camping for a week. I'll blog when I can, but on top of everything else, I'm kinda busy feeling queasy and sleeping a lot these days.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-1056685654207375772003-06-26T20:47:00.000-07:002003-06-26T20:48:57.953-07:00I think the point of blogging, at least for me, at least right now, is to have my own little spot to polish my thoughts, and to get a little feedback or kind criticism.
I know from the rehearsal/performance process for dance that there is a difference, sometimes subtle, sometimes enormous, between doing something in private and doing that same thing in public. A blog looks to me like *knowinglyDawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-959117822003-06-22T00:23:00.000-07:002003-06-22T00:23:19.106-07:00What is the point of blogging, anyway?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-959117732003-06-22T00:22:00.000-07:002003-06-22T00:23:44.000-07:00Why, or how, can a person feel totally pessimistic about a situation one minute and totally optimistic the next? What causes the internal shift? How can one get better at focusing on the growth and potential, instead of dwelling on the stuff that hasn't changed fast enough, or isn't quite good enough? Anyone?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-958739842003-06-20T13:19:00.000-07:002003-06-20T13:19:38.200-07:00Well, that test failed. Apparently politics aren't any more likely to inspire comments than swings or God.
Maybe I should go ahead and put one of those tracker thingies on here so that I know whether or not anyone actually reads this stuff...
Or maybe I should work on *not* caring whether anyone actually reads this stuff or not.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-958556382003-06-20T00:41:00.000-07:002003-06-20T00:47:06.000-07:00I can't figure this out
People opposed to the war in Iraq think that it is better to not kill civilians through warfare, which would result in civilians being killed by Saddam.
People supporting the war in Iraq think that it is better to not allow Saddam to kill civilians, which results in civilians being killed by US troops.
It makes my head spin.
I have to say, I hate both options. I just Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-958213552003-06-19T01:51:00.000-07:002003-06-19T02:06:18.000-07:00Well, I'm staying up way too late with an empty tummy. Had a long rough day, and just can't let go.
I did, however, just post this over at TCS Unlimited... So go on, go read it!
(And if you do go over there, please vote in our name the blog poll -- preferably for TCS Unlimited, since that's my current fave and I'm not allowed to vote more than once. Yes, I tried.)Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-958024202003-06-18T13:00:00.001-07:002003-06-18T13:04:06.000-07:00(I bit no bullets and took no direct hits.)Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-958024192003-06-18T13:00:00.000-07:002003-06-18T13:03:34.000-07:00This was fun and interesting. I am apparently very consistent in my views about God. How about you?Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-958015472003-06-18T12:33:00.000-07:002003-06-18T12:33:25.830-07:00You know, I exaggerated the other day. I didn't jump off the swing at the highest point. I waited until the chain wasn't jerking, and the ground wasn't quite so far away, then I jumped. But that seemed less impressive. Now the exaggeration seems silly.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-957453802003-06-17T00:07:00.000-07:002003-06-17T00:07:52.183-07:00I was at the park today, being Wendy with my friend Peter Pan, and we were flying, and it was wonderful. I jumped off the swing. I haven't done that in years, maybe fifteen years, who knows. I swung as high as I could get that swing to go, stretching my toes and looking straight up into the blue until the chain started to jerk and tremble, and then I jumped. It really was like flying. I'm ready Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-957072982003-06-15T23:24:00.000-07:002003-06-15T23:24:54.316-07:00And now, it's time for me to brush my teeth, do some yoga, drink some water, and go to bed.
Kundalini yoga feels really, really good, by the way. I'll blog more about that some other time. Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-957072622003-06-15T23:23:00.000-07:002003-06-16T18:06:38.000-07:00Hah! Figured it out. I'm so smart. Go ahead, click on an archive link from the sidebar. They're there now, they're all there...Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850004.post-957071982003-06-15T23:20:00.000-07:002003-06-15T23:20:19.963-07:00Argh. I just spent too much time trying to figure out why my archives aren't showing up. No luck yet.Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00861934462945055961noreply@blogger.com