Showing posts with label Misc.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Misc.. Show all posts
Monday, July 2, 2007
Friday, May 25, 2007
Way to go JenWen!
Johanna, Mary and I went to go check out my "little sister" aka PassionKNITly the other night. Luckily, Mary's camera has video capabilities. Check her out!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Guess who said they liked my hair...
Robert Verdi came to speak the other day at school. I was sitting in the front row and mid way though his presentation, he stop, looked at me and said "I love your hair." All while doing that finger pointing in a circle thing. Love him.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Revlon Run Walk
Every year the college has a team made up of students, faculty and staff participate in the Revlon Run/Walk. Once again I will be walking. This is a cause that is very close to my heart. Breast Cancer is a disease that affects so many people.I am also a firm believer that once we find a cure for one cancer we will find a cure for the others. Click here to donate to the Revlon Run/Walk.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Six Weird things about…Murray?
So Jessamyn tagged me a while back with six weird things about me. However, I can’t seem to think of Six Weird Things About Me that are both weird AND that I am willing to divulge to the world. So instead I present Six Weird Things About Murray.
1. Murray likes to play fetch. I discovered this about him shortly after adopting him. He was playing with a toy on my lap, and of course I was trying to knit, so I threw it on the floor. He brought it back. I threw it again, he brought it back again. His favorite thing to do it to bring me a toy and drop it in my lap. If I don't throw it for him, he gets upset and sulks off to the other side of the couch.
2. He likes to drink the water out of my bubble bath. He drinks a few sips, shakes his head, which I take to mean “this tastes gross,” and drinks some more. I put fresh water out for him everyday. He also drinks out of the toilet. I wonder if he thinks I am trying to poison him with water.
3. He comes when he is called. I have never known a cat to do that. Most cats when they hear their name, they if anything gives you a look like “don’t bother me” and stay excatly where they are. Not my boy, he comes trotting when he hears me call him. (Now next time any of you are at my place you will want to see this and of course he will make a lair out of me.)
4. When I first got him, he loved to go out into the hall. So much so that every time I opened the door I had to be careful (he was really good at sneaking past me). About six months later he stopped going into the hall. Now he is terrified of the hall. He will occasionally put a paw out there, but as soon as he hears a noise he comes scrambling back inside.
5. He knows that when my phone double rings, someone will be at the door in a few minutes. He will sit and wait by the door, until I open it, then he runs and hides. Although I think he is a little scaredy cat, he is still very curious about who might be on the other side of the door.
6. He would rather watch cars than birds. I swear. I thought having a tree outside my window would be a bonus for a cat. But once again he took me by surprise. I see him look at birds without response. But cars, that is a whole other story. He will chatter over a car, but a bird…nothing. I don’t get it.
Some of these things lead me to believe that Murray has an identity crisis. He isn’t sure if he is a dog or a cat.
The most important thing about Murray? He is my buddy, and although he probably wouldn’t want me telling anyone this, I know he loves me. The list of the great things about Murray would be about 100 pages long, so I’ll leave you with this instead…
1. Murray likes to play fetch. I discovered this about him shortly after adopting him. He was playing with a toy on my lap, and of course I was trying to knit, so I threw it on the floor. He brought it back. I threw it again, he brought it back again. His favorite thing to do it to bring me a toy and drop it in my lap. If I don't throw it for him, he gets upset and sulks off to the other side of the couch.
2. He likes to drink the water out of my bubble bath. He drinks a few sips, shakes his head, which I take to mean “this tastes gross,” and drinks some more. I put fresh water out for him everyday. He also drinks out of the toilet. I wonder if he thinks I am trying to poison him with water.
3. He comes when he is called. I have never known a cat to do that. Most cats when they hear their name, they if anything gives you a look like “don’t bother me” and stay excatly where they are. Not my boy, he comes trotting when he hears me call him. (Now next time any of you are at my place you will want to see this and of course he will make a lair out of me.)
4. When I first got him, he loved to go out into the hall. So much so that every time I opened the door I had to be careful (he was really good at sneaking past me). About six months later he stopped going into the hall. Now he is terrified of the hall. He will occasionally put a paw out there, but as soon as he hears a noise he comes scrambling back inside.
5. He knows that when my phone double rings, someone will be at the door in a few minutes. He will sit and wait by the door, until I open it, then he runs and hides. Although I think he is a little scaredy cat, he is still very curious about who might be on the other side of the door.
6. He would rather watch cars than birds. I swear. I thought having a tree outside my window would be a bonus for a cat. But once again he took me by surprise. I see him look at birds without response. But cars, that is a whole other story. He will chatter over a car, but a bird…nothing. I don’t get it.
Some of these things lead me to believe that Murray has an identity crisis. He isn’t sure if he is a dog or a cat.
The most important thing about Murray? He is my buddy, and although he probably wouldn’t want me telling anyone this, I know he loves me. The list of the great things about Murray would be about 100 pages long, so I’ll leave you with this instead…
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Make It Work!
So I was a little bummed that I had to go to this black tie affair for work. I don’t have a black tie dress that I fit into at the moment and I don’t have the money or the willpower to go buy a new one. So I decided to wear a black suit with a fancy top underneath. The upside you ask? I might get to see Tim Gunn from Project Runway from afar. Boy did I do better than that! As I was watching him from a distance talking to some students, the guy next to me started talking to me. He asked if I was a fan of Project Runway and started asking me about how I liked the show. It turns out this guy works under Tim Gunn at Parsons. He introduced me to Tim. You want proof? Here you go…
He was so nice! We talked for about five minutes, about what I’m not sure. I did forget to give him my card to talk to him about LIM (I’ll bet that my boss is really glad she gave me the title Communications Associate now). I also realized when I got home that I should have asked him about Season 4. I do remember telling him that I was a big fan of Project Runway and he replied “So am I!” He looks exactly like he does on TV.
Knitting Content to come in the near future!
He was so nice! We talked for about five minutes, about what I’m not sure. I did forget to give him my card to talk to him about LIM (I’ll bet that my boss is really glad she gave me the title Communications Associate now). I also realized when I got home that I should have asked him about Season 4. I do remember telling him that I was a big fan of Project Runway and he replied “So am I!” He looks exactly like he does on TV.
Knitting Content to come in the near future!
Tuesday, January 2, 2007
Rant
What is it about airlines that make them so suckky? I always seem to have issues when I fly. It doesn’t help that I am a Nervous Nellie when it comes to flying.
Let’s start with the first leg of my journey to Michigan. My mother was kind enough o buy my ticket home this year. So she forwarded me the e-mail that Northworst sent her. My flight was to leave LGA AT 6:30 AM. Now, I am not a morning person, but I was ok with that, as I would have the majority of the day in Michigan. I get to LGA around 4:30 and deiced to use curbside check in, because I have an e-ticket. I wait in that line till about 5:45, and I am still about 10 people back. The guy calls last call for 6:20 flights. So I speak up and say I have a 6:30 flight. He calls me up to the front. He looks up my information on the computer and says “Miss this is a Delta Flight.”
“No,” I tell him, “I booked it on NWA.com”
His reply was that sometimes they book people on other airlines (who knew); nowhere on my ticket does it say the flight is Delta. So I run as fast as I can with my luggage in tow to the Delta counter.
“Help, help,” I cry, “I have a 6:30 flight”
“Sorry Miss we just closed for 6:30 flights.”
So I explain my situation to him and he tells me I must rebook with Northworst since I bought the ticket with them. So I hang my head and walk over to the Northwest flight. While in line, I deiced to try and call NWA’s service line. They tell me there is nothing they can do for me that I must speak with an agent at the airport. I finally get to the front of the line and the agent won’t even give me the time of day. I try to show her the e-mail that they sent me so she could see the mistake for herself. She says it’, ready are you ready for this on “This is MSN’s fault. We always put it on your e-ticket when it’s another email. They must have deleted that information when it went though their system. So I ask to speak to her supervisor since she won’t rebook me. The supervisor yelled at me to go back to Delta to rebook. I tried explaining that since I made the reservation though NWA that they had to rebook me according to their 1-800 number. She then walked away from the counter. With little else to do I reluctantly walked back to Delta. At this point I couldn’t wait in another line. So I stood in the first class line so I would be called next.
I get up to the counter and explain the whole thing again. She explains that she can’t do anything for me. In defeat I begin to well up. She then takes another look and says even though it’s NWA’s responsibility she will do me a favor just this once and rebook me. She is my hero.
So I got to sit in LGA till almost 11:00.
Way you ask am I sharing this with you now? I should be at this moment in the Detroit airport during my layover. In stead I am at my parents house. I get to the Kalamazoo airport everything is fine. I am in the gate waiting to board. And they announce over the loud speaker in very mumbled low voice that this flight is cancelled because they are having mechanical difficulties. Now granted I would rather find that out before we leave, but still annoying no the less. So I once again get on the phone to NWA and at first he tells me that this plane is on time and will depart at 1:33. The time is 1:25 and we haven’t boarded yet, think about that guy. So I explain to him that they made an announcement over the PA and that the flight was cancelled. He put me on hold for what seemed like a really long time, and came back to tell me that I was correct the flight had been canceled. Then he asked the smartest question “Do you want to rebook?” So I finally rebook and get on a 7:30 flight, which gets me with a layover in Detroit back to LGA around midnight. I love traveling don’t you?
So the long and short of is it is, I was looking forward to going to SnB tonight, but I think I will be missing it.
I hope everyone had a great holiday season with a lot less travel stress.
Let’s start with the first leg of my journey to Michigan. My mother was kind enough o buy my ticket home this year. So she forwarded me the e-mail that Northworst sent her. My flight was to leave LGA AT 6:30 AM. Now, I am not a morning person, but I was ok with that, as I would have the majority of the day in Michigan. I get to LGA around 4:30 and deiced to use curbside check in, because I have an e-ticket. I wait in that line till about 5:45, and I am still about 10 people back. The guy calls last call for 6:20 flights. So I speak up and say I have a 6:30 flight. He calls me up to the front. He looks up my information on the computer and says “Miss this is a Delta Flight.”
“No,” I tell him, “I booked it on NWA.com”
His reply was that sometimes they book people on other airlines (who knew); nowhere on my ticket does it say the flight is Delta. So I run as fast as I can with my luggage in tow to the Delta counter.
“Help, help,” I cry, “I have a 6:30 flight”
“Sorry Miss we just closed for 6:30 flights.”
So I explain my situation to him and he tells me I must rebook with Northworst since I bought the ticket with them. So I hang my head and walk over to the Northwest flight. While in line, I deiced to try and call NWA’s service line. They tell me there is nothing they can do for me that I must speak with an agent at the airport. I finally get to the front of the line and the agent won’t even give me the time of day. I try to show her the e-mail that they sent me so she could see the mistake for herself. She says it’, ready are you ready for this on “This is MSN’s fault. We always put it on your e-ticket when it’s another email. They must have deleted that information when it went though their system. So I ask to speak to her supervisor since she won’t rebook me. The supervisor yelled at me to go back to Delta to rebook. I tried explaining that since I made the reservation though NWA that they had to rebook me according to their 1-800 number. She then walked away from the counter. With little else to do I reluctantly walked back to Delta. At this point I couldn’t wait in another line. So I stood in the first class line so I would be called next.
I get up to the counter and explain the whole thing again. She explains that she can’t do anything for me. In defeat I begin to well up. She then takes another look and says even though it’s NWA’s responsibility she will do me a favor just this once and rebook me. She is my hero.
So I got to sit in LGA till almost 11:00.
Way you ask am I sharing this with you now? I should be at this moment in the Detroit airport during my layover. In stead I am at my parents house. I get to the Kalamazoo airport everything is fine. I am in the gate waiting to board. And they announce over the loud speaker in very mumbled low voice that this flight is cancelled because they are having mechanical difficulties. Now granted I would rather find that out before we leave, but still annoying no the less. So I once again get on the phone to NWA and at first he tells me that this plane is on time and will depart at 1:33. The time is 1:25 and we haven’t boarded yet, think about that guy. So I explain to him that they made an announcement over the PA and that the flight was cancelled. He put me on hold for what seemed like a really long time, and came back to tell me that I was correct the flight had been canceled. Then he asked the smartest question “Do you want to rebook?” So I finally rebook and get on a 7:30 flight, which gets me with a layover in Detroit back to LGA around midnight. I love traveling don’t you?
So the long and short of is it is, I was looking forward to going to SnB tonight, but I think I will be missing it.
I hope everyone had a great holiday season with a lot less travel stress.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to you and yours. I would like to tell all my friends how much I appricate them. I am so glad I found SnB! And who would have thought that at one of my worst jobs I have ever had, I would find two really great friends! May the New Year fins you happy and healthy.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
'Twas the Night Before Christmas, Smitten Style
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all though the house,
The sound of my needles clicking was noticed only by a mouse.
The hand knit stocking were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that no one would see the grafting mistakes there.
The nephews where all snuggled in bed,
While thoughts of snowman sweaters danced in their heads.
While mom in her cable cardigan, and I in my fingerless mittens,
Had just settled in for a long for a long nights knittin’
When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter,
I sprang from the purl row to see what was the matter.
Away the window I flew like a flash?
(Just one more row perhaps?)
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash,
After a few dropped stitches and decreases that match.
The moon, on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Was like lace out of mohair on my lap below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a set of Denise needles and another knitter so near.
I knew in a moment that it must be the knitting fairy
To help with the holiday stitching, so I could be merry.
“Now purl one row, then knit two more!
Don’t forget to YO at the end of each row!”
To the top of the hat and matching mittens, does that look too small?
Too late now; knit away, knit away all!”
She spoke not a word, but when straight to her work,
And knit all the yarn that lurked.
Weaving in the ends as she goes,
She knit in a flash, taking with her all of my woes.
Her well-worked fingers gave a signal of approval
As she took her leave with her needles
I heard her exclaim:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all good knittin’”
The sound of my needles clicking was noticed only by a mouse.
The hand knit stocking were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that no one would see the grafting mistakes there.
The nephews where all snuggled in bed,
While thoughts of snowman sweaters danced in their heads.
While mom in her cable cardigan, and I in my fingerless mittens,
Had just settled in for a long for a long nights knittin’
When out on the lawn there arouse such a clatter,
I sprang from the purl row to see what was the matter.
Away the window I flew like a flash?
(Just one more row perhaps?)
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash,
After a few dropped stitches and decreases that match.
The moon, on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Was like lace out of mohair on my lap below.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear?
But a set of Denise needles and another knitter so near.
I knew in a moment that it must be the knitting fairy
To help with the holiday stitching, so I could be merry.
“Now purl one row, then knit two more!
Don’t forget to YO at the end of each row!”
To the top of the hat and matching mittens, does that look too small?
Too late now; knit away, knit away all!”
She spoke not a word, but when straight to her work,
And knit all the yarn that lurked.
Weaving in the ends as she goes,
She knit in a flash, taking with her all of my woes.
Her well-worked fingers gave a signal of approval
As she took her leave with her needles
I heard her exclaim:
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all good knittin’”
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