tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89288637182868169562011-04-21T16:36:24.471-07:00Knitting, Spinning, Architecture & the Occasional RantKirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-53687197163637725382008-05-19T18:57:00.000-07:002008-05-19T19:11:27.534-07:00

I haven't been feeling like blogging lately. It's kind of sad. The xbf, yet current bff, asked me why, and I said, well, I just don't feel like sharing my life with the rest of the world anymore. He laughed and said that's how he always felt! And the girlfriend, she somehow lacks complete understanding for it, including such stuff like Facebook. Which is also kind of sad, but, whatever. it's not

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-16059335321974719372008-04-01T09:58:00.000-07:002008-04-02T16:51:17.940-07:00

So I decided to blame my reaction in my last post on pms. There is really no reason to get mad at my clients for trying to be nice - wanting to fix things, yet not being too great at listening. I mean, why did I read "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus" anyway? They really are great guys for helping me out with the work they sent me, even if they didn't really need extra help at the moment.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-90884605065797706842008-03-27T18:46:00.000-07:002008-03-27T19:23:42.714-07:00

I had an interesting experience being self employed the last three days. For the last year, I had been working steady, sometimes had way too much work, and I only remembered 2 times where I had absolutely nothing to do for a day. This time, it had slowed down to a trickle, say a billable hour or two a day, for 2 weeks. Most of my work is residential, so I thought the economy had caught up with

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-17336740939992091912008-03-19T15:04:00.000-07:002008-03-19T15:47:51.809-07:00

I decided to change my webhost this week and so I have no email for a couple of days. I feel so isolated and disconnected! Just like loosing your cell phone. It's weird. I'm moving away from the incredibly bad ipower to the hopefully much, much cooler Hostgator. All the webhosts' websites look pretty much the same to me, promising 99.9% uptime and 24/7 tech support, but only time will tell. At

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-20023011211389406582008-03-11T19:02:00.001-07:002008-03-11T19:35:00.193-07:00

I know. It's not nice of me to leave people hanging like this. By now, my Dad and my brother have actually read my blog! I didn't know they did. That's the way my family works, I guess. I didn't want to tell my family unless I knew for sure if this was serious or not, because they are so far away and they would only worry. If you put it out there on the innernets, even if it's just for personal

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-56258981288111895092008-02-06T10:45:00.000-08:002008-02-06T11:13:39.542-08:00

After the cathartic last post, I did what any self respecting hippie woman would do to cheer herself up and to chill out. Yes, I cooked. (What did you think?) I totally sought emotional refuge in food. I made Rachael Ray's Meatloaf Muffins with smashed potatoes. And a salad. I had two helpings of that and then icecream with chocolate syrup. Comfort food to the max. The muffins came out extremely

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-76978141220201565922008-02-04T08:20:00.000-08:002008-02-04T09:13:31.301-08:00

Sometimes the light's all shining on me, other times I can barely see. The Dead are playing tonight at the Warfield (they are rocking for Obama) but I won't be there, the show was sold out already when I found out about it. I don't even want to think about it - seeing them would be so much fun and would take my mind of so much crap, but, no. Too many stressful things have happened lately, and

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-23382190006036655952008-01-22T19:06:00.000-08:002008-01-22T19:21:37.355-08:00

I had my follow-up appointment with Kaiser's breast specialist today. It was over in 20 minutes. The doctor, even though a guy, was totally non-threatening and actually a funny character. He is pretty sure the lump is benign. He tried to drain it, but it turned out not to be a cyst, so he sent the cells he collected to the lab. I'll know more in a week. I'm not going to write about the

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-27360505842637530172008-01-21T13:57:00.000-08:002008-01-21T14:57:33.251-08:00

Becca threw a fun knit-in a couple of weeks ago with one rule - because it was New Year, we needed to cast on something new. Makes perfect sense. It's usually easier for me to do some mindless knitting when I'm socializing at the same time, but I was up to the challenge. I wanted to knit something for my girl, and I was wavering between the Fetching and the Rib & Cable Mitts from IK. So I asked

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-90978169456979660772008-01-14T10:57:00.000-08:002008-01-14T11:37:27.868-08:00

This morning I got a call from Kaiser and my results were negative. Funny how negative test results are always the positive outcome you hope for! Everytime that happens I have to remind myself, oh yeah, negative is positive. So, whatevery that lump is, it did not show up on the mammogram, which is a good thing. I still have a follow up appointment to find out if and what I should do about it.

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-55195074553088539692008-01-10T13:12:00.000-08:002008-01-10T14:40:25.178-08:00

Yesterday, I would say, was one of the worst days ever, in my life. Sad and scary, but my cat is ok, my car is okay, I'm probably ok. In the morning, my Mom called me to tell me my grandpa was in the hospital. He was 93 years old. The last time I saw him was in September and he seemed to be a frail, grumpy old man. But sweet. I saw him smile when he recognized me. When my mom called, he had had a

Kirstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15756772928536824402noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8928863718286816956.post-44862863833326101412008-01-04T15:44:00.000-08:002008-01-04T17:00:30.559-08:00

Happy 2008 to all my readers who may have found my new blog home! I promised knitting, didn't I? I actually have had time to knit since my school life and work life has slowed down a bit due to the holidays. I was wondering for a while if I was actually done with knitting. But I found a cure for my knit fatigue - making something cute for a baby. It has been so much fun! I get to look at the

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