My week, checking in with Satan, and other things on my mind

Greeting citezens!

Wow, what a week it has been! I finished my FIRST EVER long term substituting position. It could have been the 5 days from Hell, but it was by far the greatest experince so far in this wierd path called my teaching career. Even some of the worse behaved classes were gems, even though they were in 8th grade and STILL grasping the concept of raising the hand before speaking.

And talent? HOLY COW the talent at this school! I know I was working in a magnet school, but I was expecting something like the movie Fame, with kids in leotards and black clothes quoting poetry and pirouetting down the hall. There was nothing that extreme, but I did meet a budding poet, Jack-of-all-arts, a musician, and several people who felt just lucky enough to be at a school that offers a dozen different types of drama class.

On the knitting front, I have casted on for the second sock, and am nearly finished with the cuff. Because of my ever vigiliant eye on the sunday paper, I procured cupons from oth Joann's and Michael's, and was able to get Clover size 7 dpns (no more sore hands!!!) and Clover size 13 straights at 40% off. Which reminds me; how does one go about felting a gauge swatch???

On the book front, I put down SPM's The Secret Life of a Knitter (b-day present curtesy of Raven) to pick up a historical fiction book that was lying around the room that I was at all week. It got me instantly hooked, and I read it during plan and lunch, and would bite my nails at night wondering what happened. So I highly recommend Fever 1793. It is about the yellow fever epidimic in Philidelphia in 1793 as told by a 14 year old girl. A bit on the dark and morbid side, but an o so riveting read.

Greek Fest is next weekend. So is a 50% sale at all Joann's. O, the delimmas we get ourselves into.

I have a week off due to Fall Break.

Speaking of Raven, she may think of me as a goddess among women for the b-day present I gave her, but to me, she is the greatest friend who knits EVER. Not just cause of the book (who knew that I would enjoy something by the Yarn Harlot???), but of the yarn that also came in our yearly "Knitting themed birthday present exchange." Although the yarn is so nice that I want to get really good at socks before I use it, I take it out of the stach drawer and cuddle its soft, warm, brightly colored goodness. Yes Raven, I too am a yarn molester.

And speaking of yarn, I was crusing the Socks That Rock website, when but what should to my wondering appear? O yes, I saw Gryffindor colored sock yarn, under the heading Fred Flitstone. Just thought everyone should know.

Satan is now having his personal seamstress sew a warmer lining to his cloak. How do I know this? My sister and mom are eating sushi.

Evidence that Hell is Freezing over

OK

The Steve Irwin, the amazing Crocodile Hunter just passed on. Not by being decapated by a large reptile, or even by being nibbled on by a poisonous whatever. He died in a freak accident that involved a very non-aggressive fish, one that I have petted and fed for $5 at Seaworld a dozen times.

Duane "The Dog" Chapman, the lead in the AE reality show "Dog; the Bounty Hunter" is under arrest for jumping bail and missing a court date.

My dad wants to go to the football game with me on Saturday

Raven called her mother a witch.

I have recently gotten really, really drunk

Somewhere, in the inner bowels of Hell, Satan is turning to one of his minions and saying, "Is it me, or is it a bit chilly in here?"

Laborday pix comming soon, I promise!!!!

The objective

I guess I should tell you just why the heck I am doing this, and what I hope to accomplish. This could possibly change as time goes on, but we will see about that.
When Raven** and Sly graduated (and Raven moving to California without ANYONE'S permission), the first few monthes were filled with really long emails and a whole lot of overages on the cell phone bills. Then, I came up with the idea to start a livejournal community where Raven, Sly, Huffster, Magnus and I could write about what is going on, and the others could read at our leisure. It was made private so we would not have to worry about boyfriends, coworkers, parents, or whoever we wanted to bitch about (as girlfriends often do) would not read it. It worked beautifully, and we were able to keep up with each other for years.

I did not think about going public with a blog until I came accross a teeny, tiny, little known podcast called Cast-On. It was through this that I learned about knitting blogs. Then came the glorious day when, through Cast-On, I first heard Franklin Habit of the Panopticon blog. I have been a fan ever since, and shall provide a link as soon as I can figure out how. While Brenda Dayne's comment has always been, "Damn, I wish I had written that," in regards to Franklin's postings, mine has always been, "I could do this, too." Then, I discovered the knitting blog, and soon, all the knitters in NYGK had one. Then, our little club itself had one. It sinched it for me when Raven began her own knittng/literary blog.

That is the how of the how and why I am doing this, I shall devulge why later.

*Names have been altered to protect the somewhat innocent