Saturday, January 27, 2007

Personality Test

Your Temperament is: Idealist

Idealists, as a temperament, are passionately concerned with personal growth and development. Idealists strive to discover who they are and how they can become their best possible self -- always this quest for self-knowledge and self-improvement drives their imagination. And they want to help others make the journey. Idealists are naturally drawn to working with people, and whether in education or counseling, in social services or personnel work, in journalism or the ministry, they are gifted at helping others find their way in life, often inspiring them to grow as individuals and to fulfill their potentials.

Idealists are sure that friendly cooperation is the best way for people to achieve their goals. Conflict and confrontation upset them because they seem to put up angry barriers between people. Idealists dream of creating harmonious, even caring personal relations, and they have a unique talent for helping people get along with each other and work together for the good of all. Such interpersonal harmony might be a romantic ideal, but then Idealists are incurable romantics who prefer to focus on what might be, rather than what is. The real, practical world is only a starting place for Idealists; they believe that life is filled with possibilities waiting to be realized, rich with meanings calling out to be understood. This idea of a mystical or spiritual dimension to life, the "not visible" or the "not yet" that can only be known through intuition or by a leap of faith, is far more important to Idealists than the world of material things.

Highly ethical in their actions, Idealists hold themselves to a strict standard of personal integrity. They must be true to themselves and to others, and they can be quite hard on themselves when they are dishonest, or when they are false or insincere. More often, however, Idealists are the very soul of kindness. Particularly in their personal relationships, Idealists are without question filled with love and good will. They believe in giving of themselves to help others; they cherish a few warm, sensitive friendships; they strive for a special rapport with their children; and in marriage they wish to find a "soulmate," someone with whom they can bond emotionally and spiritually, sharing their deepest feelings and their complex inner worlds.

Idealists are rare, making up between 20 and 25 percent of the population. But their ability to inspire people with their enthusiasm and their idealism has given them influence far beyond their numbers.


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Hmmm... Brainwashing?

Given Krystal's sudden burst of interest in knitting (*little happy dance*), I feel the need to confess that I may have had something to do with this. First came my discussion of the Harry Potter scarves. Then, while looking for a pattern for a hat for my mom (which never came to fruition b/c of my current obsession with socks... more on that later) I came upon this pattern and showed to to Krystal. Then came the question I had been waiting to hear. "Do you think I could knit that?" Before this point Krystal had only knit fun fur scarves on what I'm presuming to be big needles. (Fiber snobs shudder here. The rest of us will go on without you, you can catch up later.) I say sure and point her toward knittinghelp.com. She buys yarn and needles (at least I think. I was relatively uninvolved at this point). I explain k4 p4 rib. Then stockinette stitch. Then how to change colors. She perseveres and I just about pop in pride. Still unconvinced I've converted another one (after Jean's somewhat failed conversion...) I wait patiently. Finally the call comes. "Angie I finished my hat!" I grin and wait somewhat nervously. I have mentioned the Calorimetry I made for myself and posted pics of it here on my blog. Then comes the question. "Do you think I could knit that?" I make a graphic explaining short rows and post it here on the blog. And she knit a calorimetry too. And now what is she making? A purse that actually contains lace. *shakes her head in wonder* I think we have a successful conversion on our hands here. Krystal, I'm here for you when you're ready for cables. Really. *grin*

What made me think of this? I was over at Yarn Harlot's blog (which helped me through the mindless knitting phase of the second toddler sock I've been working on) and I found this post. I'm glad to find out I'm not the only one who went through this process, though on my behalf I did most of it subconsciously. lol

On with the finished objects:

I have finished two pairs of socks in one week. Admittedly, said socks were done on pretty big needles (for socks) with worsted weight yarn. I'm still impressed anyway.


See that little ball of yarn up there? That's all I had left after knitting Mom's socks. It will be wound up into a neat little center pull ball and sent along with the socks just in case said socks should ever need darning. Also because it's so pretty I couldn't bring myself to throw it away and there's no project on earth I could finish with that much yarn. The light blue socks are size 4-6 and I have no clue whatsoever who they're for. I just felt the need to knit them. Maybe I'll send them with Mom's socks and she can give them to Aunt Violet to find a home for. I'm sure there's some kid at their church or something that could use some cushy, warm hand knitted socks.

See how pretty these really are? I had to tweak the color a little because they came out some odd shade because of the digital camera:


They're still not exactly the right color, Mom, but that's as close as I could get them. You'll see them when they get to Ohio.

And, as an insurance policy for the insanity that may ensue once I have some sock yarn and little needles,

I, Angela Renee King-Ferrier, hereby state that I, being of mostly sound mind and fairly sound body, understand that by starting to knit these socks:


I will be forfeiting my spare time, sanity, and reason.

I still intend to knit them. They came from this book, by the way.

Lyrics of the Day

"Boston" Augustana

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed... you said...

You don't know me, you don't even care,
She said
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...

You don't know me, you don't even care,
She said
You don't know me, you don't wear my chains...

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice...
Boston... where no one knows my name...

Friday, January 26, 2007

OMG MY HAIR!!!!!!!!!!

*blood curdling scream*

I hate my hair... Yes, if you know me then you know of the intense love hate relationship I've had with my hair over the past year and a half. I've gone back and forth, to cut, not to cut... Well, now that the wedding has happened and all that... KISS IT GOODBYE!!!

I can't take it anymore. I've been sitting here for the past two hours not knitting but detangling this oddly colored mess that I call my hair. When Dylan gets home and I've detangled it all I'm going to have him take a picture of it. I'll post it on here so you guys can tell it goodbye. Because next week after he gets paid it's gone. I know how much he loves it, but I just can't handle it anymore. My neck and head hurt all the time, I've got some weird scalp thing going on which I think stems from having my hair stay wet for days if I can't properly care for it right after I shower and from not being able to brush my hair as good as I need to, and I go through so much freaking conditioner. I've had a new bottle of conditioner for about 2 weeks and I've already used at least 1/5 of it. I mean, yes, it's cheap store brand vanilla stuff, but that's why I don't buy expensive hair stuff! I just use it up too fast! And I've been wanting to dye my hair since forever. I miss my black hair. Or maybe I'll go for a dark brown or something. I just have to get the bleached out parts chopped off.

In other news...

I finished Mom's socks and made a mitten and a sock. I'm going to sit down and make the other sock when I get off of here and then the other mitten. And possibly a hat. Why? Well, because I found this great book called "The Knitter's Handy Book of Patterns" by Ann Budd. Basically it's the basic patterns for things like hats, gloves, mittens, socks... You just figure out your gauge and the size of the thing you want to knit then find the numbers you need on the chart. I need a copy of this book for myself. I remember seeing this book at McNally Robinson when Dylan and I were there last April, so maybe a trip across the river when I have some spending money is in order.

Hanson was on Deal or No Deal the other night and MY GOD is Taylor's hair... gay. *snicker* I still love Hanson, but that guy has been needing an intervention for YEARS.


Ike and Zac were lookin studly, as usual. Well, Zac's hair kind of resembled a toupee... but that hardly detracted from his studly-ness... I didn't watch all of it cause that show just irritates me for some reason. But it was pretty cool seeing them on something that isn't an episode of Much Music "Nosedive" lol

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

FO's....

First, my early V-day present...

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Yes Krystal, that is my book under my plant. And yes, I am reading it. Really. When I'm not, you know, wrestling four or five knitting needles at one time. Usually while cooking. Although I knitted a sock while cooking tonight. Pictures, of course:



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That's one sock of two for my mom, with the pattern above it. It's lonely right now because I have to wait to buy more yarn to knit the second one. I may not wait. Depends on how long it takes me to knit these:


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These being "Fetching" from knitty. Originally I was working on something for Krystal and then I kind of got lost. lol No, really, I got pissed off at what I was working on for her and decided to knit myself something to inspire me to figure out the "secret project" that I want to make for her.

In other "FO" news, I made Dylan something this weekend.



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Meet the PSP eating monster (otherwise known as the "lets knit Dylan something for the psp because I need practice knitting something on dpns" project).



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And there he is, spilling his brains. Notice how his eyes disappear when you open up his head?? Ok, I'm weird. I'm done. Before the weirdness continues... Oh someone make me shut up! *cracks up*

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Lyrics of the Day

"Lithium"- Evanescence


Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh but God I want to let it go.

Come to bed, don't make me sleep alone.
Couldn't hide the emptiness, you let it show.
Never wanted it to be so cold.
Just didn't drink enough to say you love me.

I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.

Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Ah ...

Don't want to let it lay me down this time.
Drown my will to fly.
Here in the darkness I know myself.
Can't break free until I let it go.
Let me go.

Darling, I forgive you after all.
Anything is better than to be alone.
And in the end I guess I had to fall.
Always find my place among the ashes.

I can't hold on to me,
Wonder what's wrong with me.

Lithium, don't want to lock me up inside.
Lithium, don't want to forget how it feels without...
Lithium, I want to stay in love with my sorrow.
Oh but God I want to let it go.

Short Row Shaping Tutorial for Krystal



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Monday, January 15, 2007

Gorgeous

Friday, January 12, 2007

Lyrics of the Day

How I'm feeling today. And no, this isn't about Dylan. This is about someone else. *sigh*

"Tainted Love/Where Did Our Love Go"- Pussycat Dolls

Sometimes
I feel I've got to run away
I've got to get away
From the pain
You drove into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
I think I've lost my light
For I toss and turn
I can't sleep at night

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you've given
Give you all a girl could give you
Take my tears
And thats not nearly all

Tainted love
Tainted love

Now I know I've got to run away
I've got to get away
You don't really want anymore from me
To make things right
You need someone to hold you tight
And you'll think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way

Once I ran to you (I ran)
Now I run from you
This tainted love you've given
Give you all a girl could give you
Take my tears
And thats not nearly all

Tainted love
Tainted love

Don't touch me please
I can not stand it when you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
But I'm going to pack my things and go

Tainted love (Oh)
Tainted love (Tainted love)
Tainted love (Tainted love)
Tainted love
Tainted love!

Baby, baby
Baby, don't leave me
Ooh, please don't leave me
All by myself
I've got this burning
Yearning, yearning
Feeling inside me
Ooh, deep inside me
And it hurts so bad
You came into my heart
So tenderly
With a burning love
That stings like a bee
And now that I surrender
So helplessley
You Now Wanna Leave
Ooh, you want to meet me

Baby, baby
Where did our love go?
Ooh there's a burning...

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Lyrics of the Day- Part II

All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you've stolen from me

You want to know why I feel so horrified?
I've let my innocence die
You want to know why I can't be pacified?
You made me bury something
I won't be sleeping tonight

I only wanted a blessing made
Now I've been labeled a renegade
It seems so clear now what I must do
You're no immortal
I won't let them
Deify you
They view you as the new messiah
Deify you
Renew belief in some demented man

You want to know why it seems the passion's died?
We've all been living this lie
You want to know why my will's been fortified?
You've made me hunger again
Good luck sleeping tonight

I only wanted a blessing made
Now I've been labeled a renegade
It seems so clear now what I must do
You're no immortal
I won't let them
Deify you
They view you as the new messiah
Deify you
Renew belief in some demented man

All my devotion betrayed
I am no longer afraid
I was too blinded to see
How much you've stolen from me

Deify you
They view you as the new messiah
Deify you
Renew belief in some demented man

Ah Ha!

I just learned how to knit backwards.

"Knit backwards?" you say. "How can you knit backwards? And just how useful is this?"

Most people find this technique useful for entrelac knitting where you have a small number of stitches and you knit across then have to turn to purl. But for me it just means never purling again, never turning a flat piece of work. EUREKA!!!!!!!!!

I hate purling.

Lyrics of the Day

Sick of circling the same road
Sick of bearing the guilt
So open the windows to cool off
And heat pours in instead

Perfect in weakness
I'm only perfect in just your strength alone

All my efforts to clean me
Leave me putrid and filthy
And how can you look at me
When I can't stand myself

I'm tired to be honest
I'm nobody

Perfect in weakness
I'm only perfect in just your strength alone

Perfect in weakness
I'm only running in just your strength alone

I tried to kill you
You tried to save me

You save me
You save me
You save me
You save me

Perfect in weakness
I'm only perfect in just your strength alone

Perfect in weakness
I'm only running in just your strength alone

Life Report Card












YOUR REPORT CARD:
CategoryGrade
LoveA+
Friends and FamilyB
BodyB
MindA+
Finance / CareerC
Your Life's Average Grade: A
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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

After You Die....












After you die...
Heaven



After death, you will exist in heaven. Everything and everyone you love will constantly surround you for all of eternity. You lucky scoundrel.



















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Definition of Me:


Angela Ferrier --

[adjective]:

Sexually stunning



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Baby it's cold outside....

We're having a blizzard here right now. The buses aren't running at night for the first time ever (for me lol) and they're actually telling people that if they don't need to leave the house they shouldn't. It's going to be -40 here tomorrow (that's the same in Celsius and Fahrenheit by the way). Have I mentioned how much I hate snow? It gets into EVERYTHING. I submit, for your consideration:


That's the front door. And that white stuff? That's snow. Crazy. Snow can be pretty though:






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I've been sick lately so I needed some instant gratification knitting. So I decided to knit Knitty.com's "Calorimetry"


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This is a horrible picture of me, but I've been sick so I'm not too worried about it. Just ignore the acne I've been unable to care for, the wonky hair, and the raw red nose. Actually, I take that back, my hair's not that wonky. It's kinda cute actually. Anyway, in other knitting news, I started my Harry Potter scarf. I'm not knitting it in the round cause I couldn't afford that much yarn nor do I have that much patience. Just 1x1 rib, PoA color/stripe scheme, Ravenclaw colors (the movie version b/c I don't believe blue and bronze should EVER be in the same article of clothing).


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I'm not looking forward to sewing in all those freaking ends....

And since I've been sick Dylan brought me home a few treats the other night. Including this:


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Isn't he sweet?

Friday, January 5, 2007

From the mouths of babes...

Today I was thinking about when I was living at home and I was remembering something one of the neighbor's kids said to me one time. I was sitting on the porch steps with her watching my parents do something in the garden and she said:

"Angie, I needed to come see you. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I love you guys. You guys are my neighbors and I love you!"


I had to fight really hard not to cry. Sabrina wasn't even old enough to be in school yet at that time. Imagine if everyone in the world was like that. Loving their neighbors. I didn't think a lot about that when I lived in Ohio because I knew all of my neighbors and was at least on a first name basis with them. But now that I'm here living in the city I think about that more. I don't know my neighbors. The guy fixing up the house next door says hi to me, but I don't even know anyone here in the neighborhood. I mean, Tammy and Dawn live down the street a couple of blocks, but they're family, not neighbors. I guess that's something I miss a lot. Knowing my neighbors and having that feeling of extended family. I hope that even though my kids will live in the city that Dylan and I will be able to still give our kids that feeling. That our friends are extended family for them. That feeling of knowing someone will be there for you if you needed them, even if they aren't necessarily family.

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Determination and Lyrics of the Day

So I've decided that I'm not going to quit writing. I can't. I forgot that I've got something to prove here. I need to prove to all of those people who used to tell me I was over imaginative, that I'd never be anything, that I can do this. I don't need their small town life, barefoot and raising babies. (I'd rather do it here in the city *wink*) I wanted to quit because I got scared. But that's what I've done my whole life. Quit, ran when things got scary. Bad stuff is going to happen to Aine. She's going to hurt. Because if she didn't, if nothing bad happened, it would be a boring story and not realistic in the slightest. Real life isn't all happy bunnies. I should know that. No one ever goes through life and never gets hurt. We are all scarred. We have all hurt in one way or another.

This song is inspiring me this morning. I can kind of "read" myself through it. But only a little. I think the powerful music these lyrics are set to is the biggest influence here.

"Away from me" Evanescence

I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll

I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds

But oh, God, I feel I've been lied to

Lost all faith in the things I have achieved

And I



[CHORUS:]

I've woken now to find myself

In the shadows of all I have created

I'm longing to be lost in you

(away from this place I have made)

Won't you take me away from me



Crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins

I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed

I can't go on like this

I loathe all I've become



[Chorus]

I've woken now to find myself

In the shadows of all I have created

I'm longing to be lost in you

(Away from this place I have made)

Won't you take me away from me



Lost in a dying world I reach for something more

I have grown so weary of this lie I live



[Chorus]

I've woken now to find myself

In the shadows of all I have created

I'm longing to be lost in you



I...

I've woken now to find myself

I'm lost in the shadows of my own

I'm longing to be lost in you

Away from me

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Baby Stuff is Taking Over!!!

I've been making lots of little baby things lately. I'll post pictures later today once the sun comes up and I can get some decent pictures. As soon as I finish the hat I'm working on I'm going to start these:

Lion Brand Mary Janes Baby Booties

I don't know why I've had this urge to make so much freaking baby stuff. I mean, Dylan and I are still a LONG LONG way off from being parents. In the past three days (so far) I've made four and a half baby hats. That's a lot for me. And then I'm going to make those mary janes in red yarn. Anyway, I'm off to download a couple of songs I heard last night.