Tags: blog, friends, inspiration, life, random, thoughts
In the big wide world of blogging, there are a lot of classifications.
You can be a sewing blog, a knitting blog, a life blog, a religious blog, a review blog, a challenge blog, a mommy blog, a health blog…. the list goes on and on.
I’ve recently been trying to think about what I would call my blog.
When I started blogging it was back in 2004 on blogspot, and I was bound and determined to become the next Yarn Harlot. She knit, she took pictures, she was funny, and she was popular.
I was sure I’d find people who were similar to me, who had the same likes, the same ideas, and, most importantly, would be my friends and make me feel good about myself…. ok, so I have a few self confidence issues.
I tried, I really did, I just didn’t knit pretty stuff, and I wasn’t funny, and I was trying to be someone people would like, and who wasn’t me. So over time, I decided to stop blogging, or rather, just didn’t find the time. My blog lazed about, and I eventually moved it over to BlogDrive, which seemed like a better site. It had prettier templates at least.
After a few stuttering failures at becoming a famous blogger again, I slowed right down. I tried to make my blog also focus on my costumes, as I went back and forth between hobbies, and just couldn’t seem to pick up speed, or readers for that matter.
I eventually moved my entire blog over here to WordPress, and I like it here… that’s not so say I won’t find another place that I enjoy blogging at more, but for now, this is my blog home. Plus I don’t want to have to take 4 months to move all the posts over from this blog.
Since I’ve been here at WordPress, I’ve tried to join challenges, I’ve posted recipes, I’ve shown my costumes, talked about my body issues, review some plays I went to, talked about my religion and my thoughts… and this year, I’ve started sewing my own clothes.
The problem with these blog classifications is that while many people will only write about a certain topic on their blogs, it doesn’t even begin to cover the variety of things that they do and think in their lives.
There’s a reason that I dubbed this blog “Odds and Sods”. I’m a bundle of them, my house is a bundle of them, my life is a bundle of them. I realized recently that when looking and talking to me you can’t slot me into a catagory. Going over in my head all the things that classify me, this is just a short list of the things that came to mind:
Theater Lover(yes they’re different)
And I could probably think of 20 more things that could classify me. If I fit into all these things, and I write about the majority of them on my blog, does that put me at odds with the pretty little classification system that the Internet has so wonderfully created? Does this leave me on the sidelines as an oddity that doesn’t work into the system and should therefore be ignored?
I don’t know.
I know I have a few more readers than I did when I started, though the majority of them are friends, coworkers, people I know in real life. It would be nice to have a blog where converstions are held in the comments. I just don’t think I’ll ever write that kind of blog. The nice thing is though, that I can go to those kinds of blogs and participate in the conversation in other comment sections.
I’ve also come to terms that I don’t need to make myself be something else to get more people to like me, which is why I’ve stopped trying to be funny, trying to be interesting and trying to be popular. This blog isn’t for me to get friends, it’s for me to write for me. It’s a place where I can put my thoughts and come back to them in the future.
Right now, I don’t really want to go back to the 2004 posts and see what I wrote, because I know that wasn’t who I really was. That was the insecurities of a 22 year old screaming “SOMEONE LOVE ME!!!!!” and I can’t really compare that to who I am other than to know that what I write now IS me.
There’s no point in trying to impress others by being someone I’m not, eventually the truth will come out.
So rather than being fake… I… just ease into my weirdness. At work I didn’t show all my geekitude and costumes and such for the first few months. Now I have a group of coworkers who ask if anything I’m wearing is handmade, another group that’s coming to a geek gamer party we’re having in February… I just didn’t exactly make my geek hood known right away.
This is my blog… It may not ever be on any lists of favourite blogs, it may not every even be read by more than 5 people in a day, but it’s my little spot to put my thoughts, put my pictures, and have something to come back to and see how my life was at this time. If I get more readers, great, but that’s not why I’m writing.
I give up on ever posting on a regular basis… heck I haven’t even updated my Ravelry notebook in forever *fail*.
Anyway, I found this really cute relationship meme on All and Sundry and I figured I’d fill it out.
Enjoy, and hopefully I will actually remember that this is a knitting blog and post pics…
What are your middle names?
Mine is Lynn, his is Lawrence
How long have you been together?
Well we don’t have an exact date for when we began dating. We met in Highschool (1996, when I was in Grade 9 and he was in Grade 12), then didn’t see each other for 5 years. Met again in 2001 when I was a college drop out, and jobless. I bugged him for 6 months to let me get a job at his place of employment and when he did, I started driving to and from work with him… that much time with one person can either make you hate them… or love them… in our case, it’s love.
How long did you know each other before you started dating?
Hmmm well if you go from the second time we met (2001), we were ‘just friends’ for a while, then in… 2005 I think, January anyway, we ‘dated’ for about 2 weeks, then in the summer of 2006 I was going through a very tough time and C was the only one who seemed to be helping me… we started taking it slow yet that December we got Engaged… it’s now over 2 years later and we’re hoping to get married next May… but I really don’t know exactly how you would count that.
Who asked whom out?
The first time we tried, it was him… this last time.. I think it was mutual agreement
How old are each of you?
I’m 26, he’s turning 30 on Monday
Whose siblings do you see the most?
Mine because C is an only child.
Which situation is the hardest on you as a couple?
Currently it depends on which mother is driving who nuts.
Did you go to the same school?
We went to the same Highschool for about a year.
Are you from the same home town?
Yes and no, I was born in Kitchener and moved to Cambridge when I was 11, C has always lived in Cambridge.
Who is smarter?
Well, if you’re talking math skills, it would definitely be C, but if you want random facts… that’s me.
Who is the most sensitive?
Geeze this is hard… I’m on an emotional roller coaster, but C cries at kids cartoons so it’s kind of a coin toss.
Where do you eat out most as a couple?
Samura ,which is a Japanese restaurant in town that has sushi, all you can eat lunch and Teppan Yaki which is really cool to watch.
Where is the furthest you two have traveled together as a couple?
Hmm, well we’ve gone to Orillia which is about 3 hours north of us, we’ve gone to Tobermory which is about the same… but we went to Belville too… Or how about Detroit… I’m so horrible with distances.
Who has the craziest exes?
Well I have an ex referred to as “Big Hairy Jerk” but he has an ex referred to as “Ethel” as in the character from the Archie’s… I guess it depends on the day.
Who has the worst temper?
I do without a doubt.
Who does the cooking?
When I was working, C did because I did the dishes. But since I lost my job I do both since I can get dinner ready for when he gets home.
Who is the neat-freak?
Well that depends on the day and the situation. We’re both very good at ignoring mess for a certain amount of time and we’re both very good at flying off the handle because we CAN’T STAND THE MESS one second longer.
Who is more stubborn?
It depends on what’s at stake and what the situation is, but C usually caves more than me. When I cave it usually involves me sighing loudly saying “FINE” and storming off to another room.
Who hogs the bed?
C without a doubt. I have had a number of nights where I’ve woken up because the cat was laying on one side of my legs, and C had curled up on the other side of the bed and I couldn’t move either way. He’ll swear I’m exaggerating, but don’t believe him… I’m tiny and don’t take up room… I also grew up sleeping on a Twin bed… he’s always had a Queen.
Who wakes up earlier?
Me, but I think it’s because C works such a hard job that he catches whatever sleep he can.
Where was your first date?
Hmmm… this is hard because we don’t exactly know when we started dating… I’m tempted to say going to the movies though.
Who is more jealous?
Neither one of us are, but C and his friends won’t let me live down my reaction to a certain girl from a computer game he played on years ago… she was clingy and whiny and caused a lot of crap and I got very angry about it.
How long did it take to get serious?
If you count the friendship, 4 years about.
Who eats more?
C, he’s nicknamed “Jughead” from the Archies (hence why the Ex is called “Ethel”.
Who does the laundry?
When the washer was busted and we were going to the laundromat, he did the laundry and I stood around knitting. Now that we have a washer and dryer at home, I’m doing it daily (and leaving it folded on the futon in hopes he’ll take it upstairs… it’s been a week, I may give up soon)
Who’s better with the computer?
Me, I am wise in the ways of google-fu. He can’t find anything on the net for the life of him. I also have secondary education training in Microsoft Office, and I’m currently learning Webdesign.
Who drives when you are together?
C, I don’t have my G-2 yet, and I’m a very nervous driver. I just prefer to be in the passenger seat, I can enjoy the trip more that way.
Yay, so that’s that. Hope you enjoyed it. I have a knitting meet up tomorrow so maybe I’ll try to write about that when I get back, we’ll see.. I’m not promising anything anymore.
Till Next time
So today we were supposed to head out to the lawyer’s to sign the last few papers before we close on the house.
We didn’t make it… here’s why:
Luckily neither Chris, nor the girl driving the second car that hit him are hurt. We’re assuming the car that started this mess was fine because the guy drove off after a quick check of his bumpers.
Now we have to get the door replaced tomorrow because it won’t open.
Please everyone, drive safe in bad weather!
Till next time.
Hey, wanna see something cool?
It’s my first house… we move on Friday, and we got to do a double check through it yesterday. I took the video camera along and did a tour of the house and the back yard. The quality isn’t very good and there’s no sound because it’s just the video function on my digital picture camera, but it works.
I hope you enjoy seeing my new house!
and here’s the back yard:
I’m so excited! Friday can’t come fast enough!
Till Next Time!
Please excuse me as I derail the blog for a moment to speak out about something that really bothers me.
I don’t normally do this because I feel that there are a number of things one shouldn’t talk about that could spark anger, frustration and the like in others. Some taboo topics with me are religion, politics, sexuality etc.
However, after having a very busy week filled with more family than I usually care to acknowledge I would like to use my blog to spew some frustration that I cannot spew at my Mother.
One of the biggest issues/fights/disagreements that my mother and I have is to do with my weight.
She thinks I’m becoming fat.
Every time I see her there is at least one comment made revolving around my weight, a specific part of my body and its size, or whether or not I’m on a diet.
Now I need to put this into some perspective. See, up until I was about 22, I was what you would call skinny.
In fact, I was more what you would call…. anorexic. I was 5’5″ and 95 lbs. Don’t believe me? Here’s exhibit A and B.
Frightening isn’t it… I’m 21 in those pictures and I’m dressed like a child because pretty much the only clothes that would fit me were children’s size. I was a size 0, by society’s standard I was perfect!
I was thin, average height, and I died my hair blond (I actually have mousey brown hair). However, I wasn’t happy.
I had a very bad body image because I was so skinny, I felt disgusting in a bikini because of how my ribs stuck out. My mom loved showing me off to people, taking me out. She and I always fought because I refused to wear makeup or dress pretty. I didn’t see myself as she did. She thought I was perfect, beautiful and ready to become Paris Hilton (before there was a Paris Hilton).
Me, I’m one of the boys, plus I thought I was horrifically ugly and that no one would want to have someone who was skin and bones as a girlfriend. Not to mention that I was unhealthy. I would get a cold at the beginning of October, and be stuck with it (in varying severities) until April at least.
Then when I was 22 I went on the pill. This was more to do with a very serious hormonal imbalence than with the pill’s more standard purpose. And lo and behold, I suddenly hit puberty. My body got the memo and realized that I was an adult. And my mom went berzerk.
First thing that happened was I “ballooned” up to 130 lbs in about 6 months. I gained my figure and became regular (HALLELUJA!!!!)
Over the next 3 years to now I have plateaued with my weight, I slowly continued to gain weight to 150lbs *GASP*, however I’ve been steadily between 145 and 150 for about the last year at least.
This of course sends my mother into conniptions. I’m obviously fat, or at the very least heading in that direction.
I tried, at one point, to reason with her. I was moving and had my friend helping me get my bed out of her house, and this was the first time she’d met him. I took a couple of moments while he was taking his shoes off to follow my mom into the kitchen and the following dialogue ensued.
Me: Mom, I was taking my measurements for a costume yesterday and I noticed something. You see here, this part of my thigh, it’s 20 inches around… that’s how skinny my waist used to be. (I foolishly thought it would make her realize how horrifically skinny I had been)
Mom: (looking me straight in the face and with no sense of humour at all) Well you are a bit of a thunder thighs Jess…
My friend’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe my mom said that, not only straight to my face, but in front of him when she’d known him less than five minutes.
He still mentions that moment, my Mom states it never happened.
Recently I was buying clothes, and I had naturally migrated to the 3-5 size section because, when you’ve bought that for the last 10 years of your life, it’s hard to step back. As I was trying on clothes I realized something.
Not only and I no longer a 3-5 size, I’m actually a 9-13… and I’m ok with that.
I have a very good body image now, I have CURVES! I have a fiancé who loves me and loves the way I look. I’m healthy (I went to my doctor’s and they didn’t bat an eyelash at my weight), I have one, maybe two minor colds a year, and I feel good!
As I realized this I decided that I was going to take pictures to keep in my memory that just because I’m no longer a size 0 means nothing when it’s compared to how I feel about myself.
I’m just amazed at how women are not only destructive to themselves, but to others. I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard one woman describe another as a “bertha butt” or some other derogatory name regarding her weight.
I honestly think that body image and the illness of Anorexia and Bulimea are started at home. If we were more supportive of each other, in the house, in school, on the streets and at work, then maybe we would realize that 150 lbs is all right.
Honestly, the amount of times the topic of weight came up at work and an otherwise healthy, happy woman would say she wants to lose 15 pounds, when in reality, her issues were with toning and she really just needed to do some crunches, I can’t begin to tell you.
I just think that a lot of issues for women could be helped if we would only look at the beauty that is there. If you’re healthy, what does it matter if you have ‘birthing hips’ or what not, why does size have to be such an issue.
Like I said, I’m now, on average, a size 10, and I would rather be here than be a size 0 any day. If only because I’ve been there, and I know how horrible it is.
Besides, if at a size 10 I can still wear an outfit like this and be comfortable (and get boyfriend bonuses) then there really isn’t a problem, is there…
Till Next Time!
Tags: FO, House, Pictures, random
I must apologize straight off for how boing and blah this blog has been since about March.
That was when I started my new job, C and I started house hunting, and well… the summer rush and all that.
Since March my apartment has gone to disarray partly due to the land lord deciding to change the windows through out the building “to save money on heating”… here’s a thought, tell your Superintendent to turn the heat down less than 30 C/approx 90 F in the winter and you’ll save buckets!!
Honestly we have to keep the windows open all winter long just to stay comfortable, and since this was a mild winter, we actually turned the A/C on a few times in January and February because the heat was so high.
Anyway because of this we had to move all the stuff away from the windows, not once, but twice. This was because they decided to only change the windows the first time, then come back and do the balcony doors. They still have to fix the balconies, but at least they don’t come in for that. It’s probably going to terrorize Peari though.
So my apartment is a mess (thank goodness we’re moving, we can just pack the mess into boxes), my knitting is a mess (think big pile of tangled yarn thanks to Peari who has to make sure no filled cubby is hiding another animal… *sigh*), and my emotions were stretched to the limit.
Not to mention, house hunting isn’t near as much fun as they make it out to be. It’s so stressful, and ended in more than one ‘fight’ with C (essentially, I get frustrated and yell and he does his best to calm me down.. we come from vastly different families and deal with pressure and stress very differently).
So I’m just glad that I was able to get things written down so people didn’t think I’d just abandoned the blog. However, because I mainly post from work on my lunch (which hopefully I’ll be able to rectify by posting from school on Thursday’s) I don’t have access to any of my pictures, I can’t even access flickr to show anything I might have put up there.
I know I could post from home, but trust me, in the last 6 months, I’ve really only seen home in order to sleep or entertain. That might change in the next little bit, but then we have the move to prepare for, so I might just do a series of posts that just have a pic or two in it.
I have done a ton of knitting over the summer and have a bunch of posts I’d like to write (not necessarily to do with the knitting, some are how I feel about different situtations and stuff… you’ll see) but they really need pictures to fully show what I’m trying to say.
I also really want to show off my FO’s because some of them are really cool.
So that’s my promise for pics, I just need to upload them.
Now if you look to the sidebar, you’ll notice a new list that’s My Christmas List of Insanity.
I figured after the post where I started putting things down that I had deadlines for I should have an update bar.
So in that list, the items that are green are FINISHED!!!
Orange/Yellow is in progress, and I’ll update it in posts like the one I’ll do right after I’m done here.
Red is not even started (save maybe imagining).
So my little cheer squad, you can see where I am through that list and encourage me to try and get it done before it’s needed.
Check the next post for how much I truly need to do.
Till next time
In reply to one of the comments from my last post, my new house is in the same part of town (south end… VERY south end) as we’re in now.. the same area I grew up in.. just about 2 blocks away from where I currently live and 4 blocks from where I used to live.
Anyway, I was sifting through my local library’s webpage, checking to see if they have Elizabeth Zimmerman’s Knitting books so I could get the Baby Surprise Jacket pattern, when I saw a book that I currently own.
It’s called the book of sweater patterns and is essentially the be all and end all of sweater patterns.
Now normally this wouldn’t be a moron moment except I have a sweater for C on the needles (I’ll have to repost the blog entry I made about him asking me for it and my debating about making it, what with the boyfriend sweater curse and all… it’s on my old blogdrive blog). This sweater was stitching along great, no problem what so ever, until I got to the arm holes.
Now let me just say this, I SUCK at sewing in sleeves, especially inset sleeves, they always come out bunchy and not nice. However, I made a baby sweater with raglan sleeves that came out perfect, so I wanted to make C’s sweater with Raglan sleeves. One problem though, I was kind of working this pattern out of my head (and by holding it up to C to see if it would fit etc. because I don’t trust my math) and the only raglan I made was the baby sweater, which was done in the round, C’s is flat.
So I scoured the internet to see if I could get a basic idea for how to do raglan decreases so that they work… and everything I found was in the round!!
So this poor sweater that C asked me for a few years ago is still sitting on the needles languishing in UFO land. C periodically bugs me about the sweater but assures me that he understands I’m busy and it’s not my top priority.
However, now that I remembered (and had a head palm) about that book, I should be able to get the sleeve decreases done and then it’s just a matter of figuring out how I want the collar (it’s probably going to be v-neck so he can wear a nice shirt underneath… it’s in Lamb’s Pride worsted, and a wool/ mohair blend is gonna be warm.. he’ll probably take it off here and there)
It would just really be nice to surprise him with it for Christmas (since he think’s I’ve given up on it) and with him starting to work over time on Saturday mornings, that will give me the perfect time to knit on it… as I also work on:
The baby blanket due in October
The socks for my granpa due in October
Two pairs of slipper socks for Christmas
A hat for Christmas
Another pair of socks for my granpa
Two baby sweaters
Another baby blanket
A shawl for my mom in March
This is not counting the move we have to do in November, the packing, the laundry, dear Lord this is a recipe for disaster.
I’m going to need a cheering squad, you guys up for the task?
till next time
Ok, so I know I’ve been very bad with the posting, but trust me, I’ve been busy and I have big news.
C AND I BOUGHT OUR FIRST HOUSE!!!!
Sorry, I’m a little excited.
So it’s a semi, it’s 1500 sq ft, it’s a back split and it’s somewhat open concept.
It’s also gorgeous!
We’ll be moving in end of November, and spend Christmas in our new home!
Because of this, it’s been fall/winter in my head all week. All I can think of is seeing my house with snow all around it, the tree up, the fireplace going.
Oh did I mention it comes with a gas fireplace?
Oh yeah, I’m so thrilled, now I just have to get my head out of the clouds and survive moving (I’m not good with the change thing) and then come January I get to start stressing about the wedding.. but who cares until January, I HAVE A HOUSE!!!
Till next time
Guess what I found…
Oh noes! You found it! I’ll have to hide the computer cord better next time….
Yup, I finally found the camera cord so now I can show you some of the wonderful things I’ve been holding in reserve.
Before I get to that though, I just want to take a moment to give a warning.
I recently started a new job in an office, and I needed a wardrobe to go with this change. Usually when I buy new clothes I’ll wash them before I wear them, but this time I just wore them pretty well right out of the bag.
I am never
Excuse the really bad pictures of me, these shorts don’t do me any favours but I wanted to show the extent of it. And if you think this is bad, double it, and then add on crazy amounts of irritation. It feels worse than my worst sunburn.
There was something in the manufacturing that I reacted badly with. I have a rash that seems almost like a burn on my skin in places where the fabric rubbed. It’s all up the inside of my thighs (and I think the only reason it’s not down each calf is because I was wearing knee highs), on the back of my thighs where I sit on the pants, and all around my hips where the waistline sits.
It’s not just one pair of pants either, but a couple different pairs that have been causing this. I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s a lubricant or oil from the sewing machines because it seems to be worst by the seams.
I just wanted to mention this in hopes of saving someone else the irritation and pain I’m going through right now. I tried one of my moisturizers (it’s what I use on sunburns) and that just made it burn more, so I think there’s nothing much to do but wait it out and if it’s not gone by the weekend, call my doctor.
These pictures are also for proof for if it’s not just a manufacturing thing but is just one pair of pants (the ones that started it) and that the other pants just irritated it a bit more. If those pants cause this issue even after I wash them, I’m contacting the company because there’s something definitely wrong here.
Till next time (with knitting content!)
So I have some good news and I have some bad new and I have some meh news.
The Meh news is that I still haven’t found the cord to my camera, so there’s not a lot to talk about knitting wise when I can’t show you! So I’m not quite back from the dead yet, but I’m still here.
The good news is that I start a new job on Monday. This is an Office Administration position (in my field) and is going to bring in a much bigger paycheque with benefits than my waitressing job did. So it’s a bit of a relief now to know that we’re on our way out of debt and that things are looking better.
The bad news is that we may have to move at the end of May. In fact, it’s very likely we will. This is because C’s mother is moving back into our apartment building, one apartment over and a floor up from us. She’s a lovely woman and the one who raised C, so while she’s difficult to deal with at times, I still like her. However, C does not want to live in the same building as her.
She tends to be… nosey, pushy, needy. We would have her calling and coming down and knocking on the door on a daily basis asking for things or needing people to talk to or wanting to complain about her SO.
So now, just as we’re finally getting settled and I finally get a good job, we have to uproot and find a new place to live. Otherwise our lives will probably go to hell in a hand basket.
-Till next time.