The Key to a Better Burrito

I just found this on Yahoo. I really have nothing to add.

Size Matters

After several weeks of trying to learn how to knit socks, turning the heel, knitting the gusset, and getting back to my original number of stitches, I have to scrap the sock and start over. Why, you ask? Because it turns out that the sock that I have been knitting is big enough to fit an NBA center. Or Frankenstein. Or me 9 months pregnant with incredibly swollen feet.

This stinks. I even wasted time doing a gauge swatch. The pattern called for size 3 needles and 7 stitches per inch. Well, I am a tight knitter, so I used size 4s. The result, lilac socks that will fit no one I know.

So I am paying Doof to rewind the yarn and I'll start over. I'll either switch to smaller needles or use the same needles and cast on fewer stitches. I am not pleased. It sucks to have figured this all out when I am about 4 inches away from being done.

I am almost ready to start the sleeves on Bug's sweater, so at least that's going ok. But now I am beginning to doubt that it will be the right size too. The good news is that even if it is too big, she will grow into it.

Ham

Bug used to be camera shy, but not so much anymore. The minute she she's the camera, she's big with the smiles.

Right now, it's snack time. She's sitting in her portable highchair eating, get this, smoked salmon and crackers. I couldn't make this up. I wouldn't have thought to have her try smoked salmon, but there we were at the farmers' market and one of the booths was handing out samples. When I took mine, Bug gave me a look that said, in no uncertain terms, "where's mine?" So I shared. And then I bought some.

Other things she likes to eat: vanilla soft serve, yogurt, spinach, green beans, animal crackers, bleu cheese, turkey, mashed potatoes, business letters, the telephone book, cardboard boxes, macaroni and cheese, and squash.

Things she doesn't much like: chocolate cake, milk, and avocados.

She's a strange kid. She must have gotten that from her dad.

Quiet Time

I had planned to blog about Bug's strange ideas of things that are tasty and things that are not, but that will have to wait. Right now, I'm basking in the fact that I am the only one awake in the house and I'm enjoying having just a bit of time that I own. I don't have to tend to anyone and I don't have to do chores. I should be doing chores, but instead, I am blogging and watching Black.White. It's nice to have a chance to just listen to the crickets outside. And the frogs. There's a stream behind our place and, during the spring, there are frogs. It took a bit to get used to the noise, but now I really like it.

And when I do have quiet time like this, it gets me thinking. Who am I? What do I want to be when I grow up? Why won't someone take a chance and give me a job? I'm growing ever so tired of the constant flow of ding letters when the powers that be, the ones that have jobs to give, deign to even send a ding letter. It's just so very frustrating. Today, I sent off a resume for a non-lawyer position that required expertise in an area of law that I did practice. My resume is fairly specific about what I have done and my cover letter highlighted how, for four years, I focused on that one discrete area of law. I got an e-mail response, which was clearly a form, because it asked me if I have any experience with that very area of law. For goodness sake, people, read the darn letter that I took so much time crafting so that they would respond. I suppose I shouldn't complain. After all, they did respond. So now it's on me to get back to them. I guess that's on the to do list for tomorrow, among several all job hunting-related things.

Did I mention that I hate job hunting? Only dating has ever had the same effect of making me feel totally worthless.

So if you know anyone in the Bay Area hiring overeducated chicks who happen to be moms, let me know.

I'm Floored

I just read this in the Chronicle and I can't believe it. Some people have a lot of nerve.