tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60086272012-01-25T16:06:19.269-08:00Windy TwilleyYarn keeps me from opening fire.Windynoreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-62223837074885815962007-03-02T12:13:00.000-08:002007-03-02T12:27:34.775-08:00It Is Finished.I completed my Christmas stocking. I used myself as a guinea pig, and picked a pretty complicated chart. I'm really excited that it turned out as well as it did.The red yarn is Lion Brand Wool-Ease in Cranberry, the white is Patons Classic Merino in Winter White. I used two size 7 circulars, which I have to say, I don't like as much as using dpns. I know this makes me quite the Windynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-7415832800774867372007-02-19T10:37:00.000-08:002007-02-19T10:44:37.897-08:00That's my bearTyler's favorite place to play is the bookstore, because it has a big train set. Oh, and books. More books than he could ever read! Heaven! In fact, we went to the bookstore on Valentine's Day night, because what's more romantic than reading? Nothing.So there we were, settling into the big chairs with lattes and novels, watching our angelic little boy play with the trains, when a Windynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-67176825963029425882007-02-09T10:18:00.000-08:002007-02-07T18:15:51.607-08:00CraftasticA few months back, Darth Vader yakked up some kibbles on my side of the bed. He re-ate the kibbles, and nibbled a 2-inch hole in my quilt. Because the barfy kibbles tasted SO GOOD and he COULDN'T STOP until every last drop was gone.Anyway.King-sized bedding is expensive, and I really like my quilt. So I decided to patch it. One idea led to another, and my single patch turned into a Windynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-47804156162873178302007-02-06T14:32:00.000-08:002007-02-06T14:44:24.784-08:00Christmas in.... February?I am going to knit Christmas stockings for my family. Now that I've written that down, I can be held accountable, right? I want to do a two-color (probably red and white) traditional Norwegian design, or a mix of traditional designs. I want each of ours to be different, and have the owner's name on the cuff.That's not too much to ask, right? Gulp.My challenge now is Windynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-58943633923252616172007-02-05T12:13:00.000-08:002007-02-05T12:19:55.700-08:00A Tale of Two PuppiesVader is one lonely guy. He has enough energy for two dogs, and he gets bored very easily. And when he gets bored, he chews. About a month ago, we babysat for a French bulldog named Hugo and a chocolate-dappled weenie dog named Brownford. Vader was like a completely different dog. He was well-behaved and relaxed, and didn’t chew anything at all. So we decided to explore the Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-88757291623945199102007-02-01T11:36:00.000-08:002007-02-01T11:49:53.262-08:00What do you get when the Diamante meets the Pedicure Sock in a Parisian cafe, and they proceed to make sweet, sweet music?The Diamante Pedicure Sock (goo-goo, ga-ga)I knitted this with an unidentified hand-dyed sock-weight yarn that I received as a Secret Santa gift, along with some size 1 dpns. I liked the idea of the pedicure sock, but wanted something that would show off the yarn.As in the Windynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1167337731263028432006-12-28T12:13:00.000-08:002006-12-28T12:28:51.483-08:00Merry Christmas, Y'allThis is my family: Moo-moo, Tyler-Bear, me, Nena, and Bubba. I had a lovely Christmas. On Christmas Eve, Tyler sat with us at the Candlelight Service. And he drew his first recognizeable picture ever. It looked like a brain-eating zombie, but Tyler informed me that it was a dinosaur. Whatever! I was puffed up with pride.As at my house growing up, we left out Double Stuf Windynoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1165418859722056232006-12-06T07:21:00.000-08:002006-12-06T07:27:39.783-08:00Handel's MessiahLast night our church hosted a "Messiah" sing-along with the Tallahassee Music Guild. We had a chamber orchestra and professional soloists, but the audience performed as the choir.I've been singing since I was little, and I've never experienced anything quite like it. It was like a full dress rehearsal with no pressure. We made music out of love, and joy. We weren't performing forWindynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1164897570683923272006-11-30T06:33:00.000-08:002006-11-30T06:40:56.893-08:00A Bear In MotionAt Carrabba's: Monday, November 6, 2006 Windynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1164129554361032702006-11-21T09:07:00.000-08:002006-11-21T09:19:14.376-08:00CarnageVader's doggie door is both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, he has not peed in the house since we moved. On the other hand, sometimes he takes our things on field trips:This used to be a skein of Wool-Ease Thick & Quick. Now it is a disaster. Vader is lucky that he didn't abduct the sweater I was working on with the aforementioned Thick & Quick, or I might have unraveled him. Windynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1164057991745243662006-11-20T12:50:00.000-08:002006-11-20T13:26:31.803-08:00Candy LandLast weekend Tyler played his Very First Board Game, Candy Land. He was absolutely ecstatic. He learned some really important concepts that seem so natural to us - taking turns, drawing cards THEN moving pieces, setbacks and shortcuts. The game was perfect for his age, and since I'd never played it, I enjoyed it, too. Todd and I both love board games, and grew up playing them. Todd wasWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1163778426741831112006-11-17T07:35:00.000-08:002006-11-17T07:47:07.006-08:00Hou-darn-diniDarth Vader is a bona fide escape artist. The duplex we're renting has a fenced back yard - at least, at first glance. It has chain-link across the back, and field fence on the other two sides. Field fence has holes that are about 5" x 6." I thought Vader's big goofy head wouldn't fit through the relatively small gaps.I thought wrong.At first, I thought he was escaping via a gap Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1163621286346774302006-11-15T11:25:00.000-08:002006-11-15T12:08:06.413-08:00Now on the NeedlesI am making this jacket and hat set for a friend who just had a baby. It's not for the baby, it's for her older daughter, who is almost 4. I'm knitting it in Caron Simply Soft in Grape, and added a cabled braid on the back and the larger of the front sections. I'm omitting the pocket, and will embroider her name down the sleeves. Next up on the needles: Interweave's Pea Pod BabyWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1163516377369300262006-11-14T06:51:00.000-08:002006-11-14T06:59:37.396-08:00Sock Monkey HatI made this hat for Tyler using knitty.com's pattern from the Summer 2006 issue, which can be found here. I used Paton's Divine Wool (2 strands held together) and size 10.5 dpns. I also used the nostril embroidery to tack down (up?) the brim of the hat. It's currently hiding at my mom's house, just waiting for Christmas.Windynoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1163449669493551712006-11-13T12:20:00.000-08:002006-11-13T12:27:49.506-08:00A Whole New Worldor, An Old World Made NewAfter much deliberation, and not a few doses of liquid confidence, we decided to move the family to Tallahassee, Florida. I took a job as a paralegal with a law firm, and started September 25. Todd and Tyler didn't arrive until November 1. The five or so weeks in between were extraordinarily difficult, but I learned a lot about myself, and how I behave Windynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1160488115546662362006-10-10T06:35:00.000-07:002006-10-10T06:48:35.566-07:00AlaskaI knew it would be different "up there," but I was unprepared for the cruel beauty of our northernmost state. Yet Alaska remains stubbornly American - from the pioneering spirit of the gold prospectors, to the rugged individualism of those who choose to live there now.If Hillary Clinton is ever elected President, I'm moving to Alaska. I'll pan for gold and lead tours and collect Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1157135650992053042006-09-01T11:21:00.000-07:002006-09-01T11:34:11.010-07:00Bye, Bye, BabyTomorrow I leave my baby for almost a month. I don't know if I'll be able to enjoy my purported vacation, because I'll miss him so much. I'll be spending a few days on either end of the trip with my mother, which will make her (and my grandmother) happy. I can deal with being away from Todd - he understands that I'll be coming back. But Tyler will be heartbroken. He gets upset whenWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1156561989057110992006-08-25T20:01:00.000-07:002006-08-25T20:13:09.096-07:00SnakeyTyler has a shape-shifting imaginary friend named "Snakey." Snakey appeared this evening, when my father-in-law was walking through the bathroom."Pop-pop!" Tyler yelled. "Don't step on Snakey!""Who is Snakey?""Snakey is my friend. He's on the floor right now."Snakey made it through dinner as a standard-issue imaginary friend, but after that he began to possess Tyler's regular toys. His tinyWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1155698886816294382006-08-15T20:22:00.000-07:002006-08-15T20:28:06.826-07:00Negotiating with a Terrorist"Please I can have a piece of cheese, mama?""Tyler, if you eat all your dinner, you can have a piece of cheese."Tyler eats one bite."Now I can have cheese?""No, you have to eat more than that."Tyler holds up a grain of rice / a single noodle / a pea."This much?""No, more than that."Tyler eats the grain of rice / single noodle / pea."Now please I can have cheese?""No, Windynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1154963617759629912006-08-07T08:07:00.000-07:002006-08-07T08:15:44.610-07:00Maybe Teaching Him "METAL!" Wasn't The Best IdeaThen again, maybe it was. Tyler turned 3 on August 1. There are still days when I wake up and can't believe he doesn't have two heads. How did I make something so normal, and happy, and well-adjusted? Hmmmm?When he appears on "Behind the Music," this will be the shot from his innocent childhood.Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1154702146676294622006-08-04T07:27:00.000-07:002006-08-04T07:35:46.690-07:00Natural Born KnitterOkay, okay, so it's crochet. At any rate, this adorable baby girl is wearing one of my original designs. For lack of a better name, I call it the Flower Head Baby Hat. There are booties to match, oh yes there are.I realize that, for a fully-mobile (i.e. walking) baby, these little booties are impractical. But infants can get away with flowery toes.This is a better view of the Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1153333868341410832006-07-19T11:20:00.000-07:002006-07-19T11:36:48.203-07:00A Landscaping StorySaturday morning, before I'd had an adequate amount of coffee, Todd and I decided to re-landscape the small bed that surrounds the mailbox. Because of the driveway and the street, the bed is a quarter-circle, with a radius of about 4 feet. No big deal, right?That would be, in fact, wrong.For starters, last weekend was the hottest weekend of the summer. Second, the bed was Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1152892504636974992006-07-14T08:45:00.000-07:002006-07-14T08:55:04.650-07:00A Basic TankI took the basic design for this tank from "The Yarn Girl's Guide to Simple Knits," but (of course) made some changes.I started with 5 rows of seed stitch, to keep the hem from rolling (blocking and I don't get along). I also added some shaping - decreasing through the waist and increasing through the bustline. Other than that I followed the pattern exactly and it turned out great. I Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1152717177055540172006-07-12T08:10:00.000-07:002006-07-12T08:12:57.070-07:00The Day Has Come!That's right, kids - I've gone digital. Which means that, in addition to sharing pictures of the Tyler-Bear, I can post my crafty concoctions and other flotsam from my daily life.Like this:Bring it on.Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1149081322474182082006-05-31T06:11:00.000-07:002006-05-31T06:15:22.486-07:00The Wedding of the CenturyThis weekend I attended the wedding of a dear friend from college, who now lives in Galveston, Texas. I'd never been before, but was impressed. It reminded me a lot of Key West, with the itty-bitty cottages and tropical foliage.The best part of the ceremony were the vows. They were cobbled together from the couple's favorites:"In the presence of God, family, and friends,Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1148583979096109132006-05-25T12:05:00.000-07:002006-05-25T12:06:19.110-07:00Forever Pregnant?Washington Post writer spins benign guidelines into slippery-slope nightmareI’m not a betting girl, but I’d wager that January Payne has read one too many Margaret Atwood novels. Her May 16 article in the Washington Post, entitled, “Forever Pregnant,” is an attempt to incite outrage over a set of common-sense guidelines recently set out by the CDC .The title of the article is, byWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1148409568386595062006-05-23T11:33:00.000-07:002006-05-23T11:39:28.406-07:00The Man in the MoonMost days at my house, Tyler is running around in his pajamas when I leave for work. Yesterday he decided to be gentlemanly and walk me to the door. We said our good-byes, got our hugs and kisses, and I walked out onto the porch. I turned to look at my baby, expecting to see his sweet little cheeks pressed up against the glass.His cheeks were on the glass, all right - his Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147976080384348682006-05-18T10:39:00.000-07:002006-05-18T11:14:40.396-07:00The End is at HandTyler has discovered that his bed no longer has bars. He can get into it (and, more importantly, out of it) whenever he wants. Two nights ago I tucked him in and took the dog out. When I returned, Tyler came running from the kitchen. "I was just looking for my flashlight, mama," he said, as though this made it okay. "I need to see the dark."Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147797267762990792006-05-16T09:26:00.000-07:002006-05-16T09:34:27.776-07:00A Midsummer Night's SweaterI made this sweater last fall for a friend's daughter. It remains one of my favorite kid color combinations. I've recently gotten back into a crocheting mood, after knitting for months on end. I'm currently knitting a pair of red socks for a friend, and crocheting a pair of preemie baby booties for an acquaintance. The socks are my own pattern. I worked in a panel of Windynoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147721889961334832006-05-15T12:25:00.000-07:002006-05-15T12:38:09.976-07:00John McCainThis is an excerpt from a speech McCain gave over the weekend at Liberty University in Lynchburg, VA."By all means, let us argue. Our differences are not petty, they often involve cherished beliefs, and represent our best judgment about what is right for our country and humanity. Let us defend those beliefs….But let us remember, we are not enemies. We are compatriots defending Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147456885579618472006-05-12T10:53:00.000-07:002006-05-12T11:01:25.593-07:00I have become my grandmother.See those navy-and-white saddle oxfords? THOSE RIGHT THERE? I never thought I would be the kind of mother who would subject her child to navy-and-white saddle oxfords. But there you have them. And his hair, usually a mess of cowlicks and bedhead, has been glued in place by the power of the almighty Water and Comb. I remember pitying my brother at this age, because he Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147358222794070252006-05-11T07:27:00.000-07:002006-05-11T07:41:48.433-07:00StallingOur nightly ritual has expanded from a simple rocking to an all-out Bedtime Extravaganza. At 7:45 or so, Tyler gets in the bath. He has decided that he must stand on the edge of the tub (holding my hands) and pee into the bathwater before he gets in. I know. Ew.After scrubbing up, he wants to brush his teeth. In the bath. In the bath filled with pee. What the hell?, I ask myself, You've Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147287273107486742006-05-10T11:50:00.000-07:002006-05-10T11:54:33.120-07:00Last night, as I was indulging my inner Microsoft Money 2006 (TM) Nerd, Tyler espied a box of Cheez-its on the computer desk.Tyler: Want some of dem clackahs, mama. (May I please have a cracker, mother?Windy: No, baby. You've already brushed your teeth.Tyler gets very pensive, then looks at me with a serious face.Tyler: Mama, leave.Windy: What?Tyler: Go away. Close yours eyes.(Windy shuts eyes)Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147192478801220392006-05-09T09:30:00.000-07:002006-05-09T09:34:38.816-07:00Maybe I should switch my home page. MSN.com got me angry early in the morning, again with an inflammatory article about babies in the US. This time they’re trotting out a survey that says that our infant mortality rate puts us at the bottom of the industrialized nations, “better only than Latvia.” (Oh, horrors!)Dr. Mark Schuster, a pediatrician, said “Every time I see these kinds of statistics, IWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1147100425483131322006-05-08T07:58:00.000-07:002006-05-08T08:00:25.496-07:00I have to admit I'm disappointed with MSN's cover story today:The High Cost of Having a Baby. It tries to make the situation look as bad as possible, and I think the writer is in desperate need of a visit to the grocery store.Take this:"Medical care for mother and child is a potentially significant expense facing new parents. The cost of delivering a new baby can range from $5,000 to $8,000 for aWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1146155744225942602006-04-27T09:25:00.000-07:002006-04-27T09:35:44.236-07:00Adventures in UnderpantsI can only write about this now, after I've determined that the light at the end of the tunnel is not, in fact, a train. Tyler is almost potty-trained. Here's what he thinks:He mastered the pee-pee at an early age, but #2 eluded him. We wept. We cajoled. We promised him chocolate, toys, lap dances, cocaine - anything to get him to poo in the toilet like a normal human Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1128104528831449792005-09-30T11:21:00.000-07:002005-09-30T11:22:08.836-07:00You know which wines go best with which foods, andyou can make New York City's finest sommalierfeel like a kid at a keg party. You wanna takethat Emeril guy and beat him with a stick, butreally - you've got more class than that.What people love: You know the best restaurants andwhat their specialties are.What people hate: Every waiter in town wants tomangle your pretentious ass. What Kind of Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1127833171262808112005-09-27T07:54:00.000-07:002005-09-27T08:00:28.406-07:00There are two types of business that thrive in the Shoals (Florence, Sheffield, Tuscumbia, and Muscle Shoals, Alabama) - check cashing places and dollar stores. The residents see this as progress - any time the storefronts are filled, even if it is with detritus, they get excited. But dollar stores and check-cashing establishments are the last gasps of a dying economy. You do not find those kindsWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1127521939294010792005-09-23T17:26:00.000-07:002005-09-23T17:32:19.300-07:00While the Texas hurricane response is certainly more orderly, impressive, and generally smoother, they seem to be overly excited at the prospect of the Feds coming in as soon as the winds die down. The federal government is not supposed to be a first responder. It is not supposed to be The Leader in times of a statewide crisis. Why are newscasters gleefully reporting that Bush is holed up in Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1107834011751627582005-02-07T19:36:00.000-08:002005-02-07T19:40:11.753-08:00My paternal grandmother was a radio singer. She also played piano in the Shriner's Orchestra forever. Needless to say, there was always music at her house. But she always sung us the same lullaby - "Dreams," by Johnny Mercer (?). Always. Of course, now the mention of "smoke rings" rising in the air is hardly a soothing thought, but her voice was so beautiful. It was rich, jazzy, smooth.
Get in Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1107833614349040272005-02-07T19:33:00.000-08:002005-02-07T19:33:34.350-08:00That's right. It's me. Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1083701151142402582004-05-04T13:05:00.000-07:002004-05-04T13:09:40.593-07:00Tyler is at the age where he begins the transition to "real" food, and it's really forcing me to take a hard look at Todd's and my diet. Todd's much worse than I am, especially since he's a diabetic - he eats white bread and candy bars and Cap'n Crunch two bowls at a time. To him, "vegetable" includes macaroni & cheese, hash brown casserole, and french fries.
I have sucked it up and realized Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1083180786606515772004-04-28T12:33:00.000-07:002004-04-28T12:37:22.466-07:00Recipe from Epicurious:
Spinach Salad with Bacon Dressing
1 bag spinach
2 boneless skinless chicken boobs, cooked and cut up
6 slices bacon
1 onion, sliced thin
3 T balsamic vinagrette
3 T feta cheese crumbles
Wash spinach and put in bowl. Top with cooked chicken breasts (or meat from purchased roasted chicken). In skillet, cook bacon until crispy, then crumble over greens. Add onion and Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1079557449003819122004-03-17T13:04:00.000-08:002004-03-17T13:07:27.513-08:00This is the website I work for. That is NOT my picture in the upper left-hand corner, although I get asked that often.
So, if you're ever in the mood for a fireplace mantel, you'll know where to go.
Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1079470644934795632004-03-16T12:57:00.000-08:002004-03-16T13:00:59.200-08:00I scrapbook.
There, I said it.
I feel quite torn about it (not to mention queasy at the thought of using "scrapbook" as a verb). On the one hand, it's a hobby that I enjoy. On the other hand, it has a bad reputation for being cheesy. And it is - in the wrong hands. But it is a way to preserve photos in an artistic and creative way. I don't buy the crap that it's "for future generations." Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1079381202257396312004-03-15T12:06:00.000-08:002004-03-15T12:09:57.966-08:00I'm going to be honest: I can't stand John Kerry. But even if I was a Democrat (God forbid!) I would cringe a bit at his assertion that "world leaders" are backing him. He's been called on it several times, and he always tries to weasel out of answering. It only makes him look worse. And now that Colin Powell has said, in not so many words, to "put up or shut up," he's got a bigger problem on hisWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1078345594337110252004-03-03T12:26:00.000-08:002004-03-03T12:29:33.310-08:00I am actively seeking a new job. But sssshhhhh, don't tell my boss.
This job is fine. But the pay sucks and my boss is, at his core, a soulless and spineless little man. He yells at his wife every time she comes into the office.
My moo says, "Don't piss off anyone who can poison your dinner."
Amen, moo. Amen.
Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1077145312353227412004-02-18T15:01:00.000-08:002004-02-18T15:04:32.593-08:00The city of San Francisco has officially had its Fort Sumter moment. The opening volley, fired by Mayor Gavin Newsome, will come back to hit him square in the ass.
Democracy is meaningless if the will of the people is arbitrarily overthrown by one man who happens to have power. Newsome fervently believes that he is doing the right thing, and that his intentions will make up for any law-breakingWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1068748878056911062003-11-13T11:39:00.000-08:002003-11-13T11:39:00.133-08:00Thoughts on the term "Working Mother"
In a recent debate on Amherst College's Planworld, several girls - none married, none with children - tackled the term "working mother." The discussion started with the lament that there is no equivalent term for men. After I snorted derisively at the women's-studies tone of the complaint, I jotted down some of my own working-mother thoughts.
I didn't go Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1068748917398966382003-11-13T10:41:00.000-08:002003-11-13T10:42:02.350-08:00Up until very recently, women have had something to prove. Adriane, it
sounds like your mom is a perfect example of this, with her comments about
planning dinner and diploma-hanging. Women have had to compete "in a man's
world" and tap the "glass ceiling" and all that jazz. But more and more,
we're realizing that we don't have to prove ourselves to men - or to anyone.
If you think that your jobWindynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-1067749011794830382003-11-01T20:56:00.000-08:002003-11-01T20:56:54.446-08:00I feel like a nomad.
I haven't lived in one place longer than nine months since I was 18 years old. It's starting to affect my dreams. I dream that it's moving day and I haven't packed a single thing. Over and over I have this dream, in many guises - sometimes it's graduation day, sometimes I'm moving out of an apartment - but always the same panic.
Todd and I found a perfect home today. It's Windynoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6008627.post-106746329162606032003-10-29T13:34:00.000-08:002003-10-29T13:34:52.900-08:00Greetings and salutations to my brand-spanking-new blog.
Like so many bloggers, I am a young conservative. Unlike so many bloggers, I am a woman who went through the liberal arts gauntlet and chose to become a wife and mother.
Many of my friends are in graduate school, or applying to graduate school, or kicking off a high-octane career. They are worried about getting in, getting ahead, getting Windynoreply@blogger.com0