I joined a blog along.   Such a nerd.

So, keeping with the nerd thing I will pick the nerd projects I want to complete this year.

To start with I will make this.  Or something similar.
R2D2 Rock on.

Nothing completely finished lately.  Working on a sock, and finishing up a sweater vest for a mini man.

I admit it, I post according to the number of hits in the past few days.
It is currently at Zero.

Therefore,  I'm posting.

While spending time (finally) with my favorite second eldest female cousin, we discovered this sign.

Not in a sketchy place.

Just a usual restaurant bathroom.

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I only can wonder what event caused that sign to be placed.

Okay, done thinking about that.


Hey.  Second eldest female cousin, apply for jobs in eastern NC!  I know we can find housing for you.  (This goes to all other far away cousins and friends)

Finished knitted things.....

A wash cloth with a cabled owl.  

It was supposed to be a square, but came out as a diamond. 

Elias is modeling a great little bib, 

with a owl that you can't see too well.

But it's there and waving.

Finally a wrist warmer/glove thing.

I must have been going through a blue period this week.

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Apologies for the horrible quality of photography...

Book review or something

So I started reading book, and it's been quite a read.  So I'm writing a book report.  Accept it. Read it. Start a conversation, or don't.

What Paul Really said about Women

It's by a pastor who took the greek of Paul's writing about women (and marriage), and broke it down over again.  He took the english, translated it back into Greek, using the best words to create the same meanings in Greek that are in the English translation...turns out those words were completely different.

I haven't really gotten into it, but the first chapter, he explains the views in the world at the time when Paul was writing, in the place where Paul was writing and writing to; Athens had a different view from Rome, Cairo different from Sparta...  The philosophies came from Greece, Egypt and Sparta had more a sexually equal society but didn't have philosophers who were respected to pass on the ideas.  When men from Greece did visit, they were appalled at the idea that women were given so much freedom (in Egypt they were independent, able to own land, and pass it on to their children, which is really impressive)

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I'll get back to this.

Pen

I can't write with out a pen that inspires me.

The ink, the paper, the sound...

Scratchy or smooth?

It's so sad when the ink runs out.
  This typing is usually uninspiring, the screen uncomfortable to look at, too bright, white and the type is never what I want.

It's kind of depressing.

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Not a lot to say.

Work in progress Wednesday... on a Thursday

Since last week I haven't started anything new except these squares.  

Just a basic granny square, with some pretty fun colors.

And a little one who arranged them for me, and is climbing on the couch.






I finished some wrist warmers, and a sweater...

Puppy!

This weekend I finally stuffed the dog I made for a friend.

Here he is. . .next to his donor creature.

I was completely out of stuffing, and the nephew was being born, I had an hour to sew on his face and stuff him.

The donor creature was sacrificed, perhaps to be stuffed again at a later date.

A in process picture.   And a decent view of his face.

The donor is blind-folded for his own safty.

Oh no!  I forgot the ears!!!

There we go.

*Note for the pictures:  Slinky because I'm the $link$, and the flower is a special one that a little guy named Guy made for me.. . ..   Years ago, he's not that little any more.
   

As a senior in high school, I had received my first ever flower for Valentine's day, from my first ever Valentine.  I left it out on a table, while I served the couples at church.  When I returned, it was shredded, thrown away with little traces of left overs mocking me.  

   The kids had come to eat at that table, and destroyed.   I was sad and "Oh no! That is really sad!" came out of my mouth.  Guy was the last kid to leave, and asked what was wrong, because he was one of the best kids ever.   

   I explained.  

The next Sunday at church he presented me with this flower.  

And I still have it.   

Seven years later.

It meant a lot.

Wait...  It's been 7 years since high school?  ...  25 - 18...  yeah, that's 7.

And here it is on the way to it's new owner.

 

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It was received with lots of love.  

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And now there is a request for owls. 

  Owls of every kind.  

As many as I can make. 

:)

New babies do this to you:  More cute toys!