A Knitted Frenzytag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-1508032006-08-12T09:40:04-07:00The trials & tribulations of an almost divorced knitter with a penchant for good wine and expensive yarn.TypePadMoving Day!!!tag:typepad.com,2003:post-121566342006-08-12T09:40:04-07:002006-08-12T09:40:04-07:00I'm moving this shindig over here. Bookmark me. :) Check out the new digs and help me figure out how to clean up the import mess! Muchas gracias!Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">I'm moving this shindig over </span><a href="http://aknittedfrenzy.wordpress.com"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">. Bookmark me. :)</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Check out the new digs and help me figure out how to clean up the import mess!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Muchas gracias!</span></p></div>
Hooray for Boobies!tag:typepad.com,2003:post-120291552006-08-04T09:10:42-07:002006-08-04T09:10:42-07:00A relative was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Immediately upon hearing the news, I knew I had to make the Boobie Scarf for her. My last knitty SP, faerynuff, sent me skeins of Debbie Bliss Aran Tweed in two gorgeous...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>A relative was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. Immediately upon hearing the news, I knew I had to make the <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/knittyF04surp.pdf">Boobie Scarf</a> for her. My last knitty SP, faerynuff, sent me skeins of Debbie Bliss Aran Tweed in two gorgeous pinks - the exact yarn that's called for in the pattern! Knitting this has given me immense pleasure and sporadic fits of the giggles:</p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=781,height=783,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/boobie_scarf.jpg"><img title="Boobie_scarf" height="300" alt="Boobie_scarf" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/boobie_scarf.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> </p>
<p><em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With nips and everything! :)</em></p></div>
Perfect Summer Greentag:typepad.com,2003:post-119837772006-08-01T20:55:56-07:002006-08-01T20:55:56-07:00What a fast knit this was. Please ignore my obvious lack of photostyling.... I had no idea my black bra would show through so much. Pattern: Ballet Camisole from Magknits Yarn: Knitpicks Shine in Grass Timeline: Started and finished in...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>What a fast knit this was. </p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=409,height=718,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/ballet_top1.jpg"><img title="Ballet_top1" height="526" alt="Ballet_top1" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/ballet_top1.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> </p>
<p><em>Please ignore my obvious lack of photostyling.... I had no idea my black bra would show through so much.</em></p>
<p><strong>Pattern</strong>: <a href="http://magknits.com/July06/ballet.htm">Ballet Camisole</a> from Magknits<br /><strong>Yarn</strong>:<a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/itemid_5420122/yarn_display.aspx"> Knitpicks Shine</a> in Grass<br /><strong>Timeline</strong>: Started and finished in the month of July<br /><br /><strong>Thoughts on project</strong>: I loved that this was knit in the round. I love the shaping. I love the yarn. I hate my crocheting around the neck and armhole edges. I wasn't too sure about the fit until I blocked the hell out of it. I am short-waisted. So for me not to look like I have legs up to my neck (and a protruding tummy), I wear my tops long for balance. I knew this about myself going into the project and knew I should add an inch or two to the length - and didn't. I followed the pattern to the 'T'. So I gave blocking the benefit of the doubt and I think the length is good now. The pants in the pic are considerably low waisted and the top still works. (Sorry for the headless photo - I just got home from work and had horrid hair. I was only thinking of getting the pic done for this post. :D )</p></div>
The Cursetag:typepad.com,2003:post-119390062006-07-30T09:44:18-07:002006-07-30T09:44:18-07:00Brenda Dayne’s Cast On is my favorite of all knitting podcasts. I listened to her latest edition (Episode 31) yesterday while unpacking dishes in my grandmother’s new kitchen. (G-ma sold her San Diego home four months ago and moved north,...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">Brenda Dayne’s <a href="http://www.cast-on.com/">Cast On</a> is my favorite of all knitting podcasts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I listened to her latest edition (Episode 31) yesterday while unpacking dishes in my grandmother’s new kitchen.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>(G-ma sold her San Diego home four months ago and moved north, 10 minutes away from me.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I was a little disappointed not to hear a “Today’s Sweater” and so I started thinking about how many sweaters I have actually completed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Which then led to the first sweater I did complete.<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">I married a man, now known as “Jackass,” in 2003.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Brand new to the knitting world, I had heard of the Boyfriend Curse and even researched it to confirm that it really did exist.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I figured The Curse didn’t apply to me anymore since I had a ring on my finger and a wedding certificate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I haughtily thumbed my nose at The Curse and picked out a sweater pattern for my husband.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After weeks of hunting on Ebay, watching and waiting, I collected the requisite twenty-three balls of charcoal gray Debbie Bliss wool.<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">Knitting him a sweater beyond my current skills was a loving gesture on my part.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>That’s how I show my love for people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I may not gush with platitudes, hearts and flowers but I’ll make you bread from scratch – knit you socks – or write you snail mail on a notecard I created.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Making things with my own hands is something I believe to be one of my better (quieter) attributes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Gifting people with something I make is how I say I love you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> <br /><br /></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">So knitting my first cable turtleneck sweater for my newly betrothed was quite ambitious in terms of loving gestures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I did a swatch (I think) and cast on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And I knit and knit and knit for days on end. And I enjoyed every minute of it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Even the miles of stockinette.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Each stitch was so sweetly formed. I nailed the cables after a few attempts, attached the sleeves, picked up stitches for the turtleneck and commenced blocking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I thought it was perfect.<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">Until he tried it on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And the dark gray knitted sweater came to his knees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I laughed and decided I would take it apart and redo it (redo the months of knitting – painful? Yes).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Since warm weather was upon us when I finished it, I stuffed the sweater into a bag and told myself I would frog it later.<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">Winter came, then went and spring was almost here when I finally discovered devastating written proof of his infidelity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Faster than you can say “Moving van”, I was packed up and out of the house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My needles and yarn were the first things in the truck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Including the gray behemoth.</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">Now in my quiet house, the warm summer months arrived in my new grief. As if a zombie took over my body, I dug out the canvas bag that contained the one project I had completed for someone else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Carefully, I undid my seams, wrapped the kinky yarn around the back of kitchen chair and tied the hanks off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In my guest bathroom, I soaked the hanks individually in water, stretched gently to unhinge the kinks and laid each one on old towels to dry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Twenty-three balls of pricey yarn became no name merino and my soul felt less heavy.<br /><br /></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman">The warmth of the season helped speed the drying of the wool.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I wound each hank with my swift and ball winder ( a letsgetyourmindoffthings gift from my mother, also a knitter) and tucked each cake of wool into plastic bags with a proper label on the outside of each bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The plastic bags currently sit on the closet shelf of my guest bedroom, staring at me, invisibly tagged “Jackass Yarn.” Even though undoing the sweater helped me take one more step forward and frogging a sweater appears to be less painful than frogging a marriage, it’s really not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’ll never forget what that yarn was purchased for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> <br /><br /></span></span></p>
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Kitty Cracktag:typepad.com,2003:post-119269352006-07-29T08:59:56-07:002006-07-29T08:59:56-07:00First, I must thank my Summer Fling! SP, Golden121, for sending me all of this: Two Rowan tank patterns (already searching for stash yarn to make at least one right now), so much delicious chocolate, chocolate biscotti and CHOCOLATE COFFEE!!...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>First, I must thank my Summer Fling! SP, Golden121, for sending me all of this:</p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/summer_fling_sp_1.jpg"><img title="Summer_fling_sp_1" height="225" alt="Summer_fling_sp_1" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/summer_fling_sp_1.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two Rowan tank patterns (already searching for stash yarn to make at least one right now), so much delicious chocolate, chocolate biscotti and CHOCOLATE COFFEE!! The most beautiful stitch markers and flip flop charms. A stunning Indian silk journal (which I had contemplated buying a similar one months and months back but thought no, it's too nice for me.) Fun catnip toys for the kitties! A great CD of French songs, postage stamps with gorgeous black and white stationary cards that are so oui! oui! Love the Kermie pin and the handwritten note. I love it all. Best of all, is a row counter on a key with bright green jingle bells attached to it! So I can't possibly lose my row counter any more.<br /><br />Oops! Just realized the delicious CHOCOLATE COFFEE is missing from the pic. Oh that's right, it's in my cup! And kitty crack pillows are also missing because they are currently in use:</p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=425,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kitty_crack1.jpg"><img title="Kitty_crack1" height="159" alt="Kitty_crack1" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/kitty_crack1.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=647,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kitty_crack2.jpg"><img title="Kitty_crack2" height="242" alt="Kitty_crack2" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/kitty_crack2.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=537,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/kitty_crack3.jpg"><img title="Kitty_crack3" height="201" alt="Kitty_crack3" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/kitty_crack3.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you so much, Golden 121!!</p>
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<p>In other news, I haven't been blogging much lately, in case you hadn't noticed. It's been <a href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/2006/07/at_only_8_am_in.html">unbelievably hot</a> and my office, well... I closed all the vents to save energy and the result of that is an office that's too hot to sit and blog in. </p>
<p>But it's actually cooler this morning so I'm able to sit here and post a bunch of pics for you all.</p>
<p>Like this:</p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/cth_mill_end.jpg"><img title="Cth_mill_end" height="225" alt="Cth_mill_end" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/cth_mill_end.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The top of the pic is a mill end hank of Cherry Tree Hill Supersock... 1100+ yards of it! The Lorna's Laces hank is just for scale. I think I hear <a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall04/PATTclapotis.html">Clapotis</a> calling. One of my favorite ebay <a href="http://stores.ebay.com/emtnestr?ssPageName=ADME:B:FSEL:US:3">stores</a> <del>pushes</del> sells the mill ends.<del> </del></p>
<p>Also, I'm currently knitting up a <a href="http://knitandtonic.typepad.com/knitandtonic/2006/07/sizzle.html">Sizzle</a> in black Debbie Bliss Cotton Cashmere. I've done my first ever modifications to a project and I'm really excited about how this will turn out. No pics yet. I'm hoping to wear it to <a href="http://www.fresnoarts.org/arthop.htm">ArtHop</a> Thursday.</p>
<p>I have new glasses! It's been about 3 1/2 years since I bought new glasses and I finally found a pair that fit me:</p>
<p><a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=1066,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://kaligirl121.blogs.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/glasses.jpg"><img title="Glasses" height="399" alt="Glasses" src="https://kaligirl121.blogs.com/kaligirl121/images/glasses.jpg" width="300" border="0" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px" /></a> <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not the best pic and it's hard to see past my Big Shiny Forehead (good grief!). They're a dark tortoise with somewhat clear rose detailing. I just really like the shape. I feel better now.</p></div>
Who's a Superhero?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-115289822006-07-28T12:22:25-07:002006-07-28T12:22:25-07:00Until I finish composing my next post I will leave you with this fun name meme: I got this meme from Zonda who got it from String Bean who got it from Suse, who got it from Pavlov's Cat, who...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Until I finish composing my next post I will leave you with this fun name meme:</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">I got this meme from </span><a href="http://zknitter.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Zonda</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"> who got it from </span><a href="http://crash-test-dummies.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #6699cc;font-size: 1.2em;">String Bean</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"> who got it from </span><a href="http://peasoupoftheday.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #6699cc;font-size: 1.2em;">Suse</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">, who got it from </span><a href="http://pavlovblog.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #6699cc;font-size: 1.2em;">Pavlov's Cat</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">, who got it from </span><a href="http://sanctifiable.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #6699cc;font-size: 1.2em;">Quirkie</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME</strong><br />(grandfather/grandmother on your father's side, your favorite sweet/lolly):<br /><br /><em>Genevieve PayDay</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>YOUR FLY GIRL/GUY NAME</strong><br />(first initial of first name followed by "izzle", first two or three letters of your last name followed by "dizzle"):<br /><br /><em>Kizzle Slodizzle</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>YOUR DETECTIVE NAME</strong><br />(favourite color, favourite animal):<br /><br /><em>Green Retriever</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>YOUR STAR WARS NAME</strong><br />(first 3 letters of your name- last 3 letters of mother's maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet's name repeated twice):<br /><br /><em>Kimeal SamSam</em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>YOUR SUPERHERO NAME</strong><br />("The", your favourite color, the automobile you drive):<br /><br /><em>The Green Accord</em></span></p>
<p><em></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Consider yourself tagged! :)</span></p></div>
Who turned on the oven?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-118156152006-07-23T08:33:55-07:002006-07-23T08:33:55-07:00At only 8 am in the morning, the temperature gauge is bustin' to break the mercury... ninety four degrees. That means another unbearably hot day here in the most central part of this most glorious state I live in. One...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p>At only 8 am in the morning, the temperature gauge is bustin' to break the mercury... ninety four degrees. That means another unbearably hot day here in the most central part of this most glorious state I live in. One hundred thirteen degrees is the expected high. With forty percent humidity. Dry heat my ass.</p>
<p>Of all the seasons, summer is the one I detest the most living here. Fall, winter, spring... I love the other three seasons. But summertime here makes it so that wearing clothes is wretched and activity of any sort is a drag. Any movement creates stickiness creates friction and uncomfortableness. Swimming is not even considered "refreshing" any longer, the water having warmed up to feel like nothing on your skin instead of that crisp bite we all expect in our chlorinated ponds.</p>
<p>All the air conditioner units in the county are on overload, causing unexpected outtages at any time (like last night, in the middle of the DVD version of Trivial Pursuit). Sitting in blackness by the flicker of a candle, I can only think "Don't move, the air conditioner is also out and there's no way to keep cool now." The county issued water mandates and recommended settings for your own air conditioner... seventy eight degrees is lowest setting thankyouverymuch. Most vegetation wilts, due to oppressive heat, not lack of water. </p>
<p>My dogs stay inside now, during the day. I'd rather break out the carpet cleaner and/or sweep up something that got chewed up than come home to no-longer-with-us pets. The heat knows no boundaries.</p>
<p>Yah I know there are parts of the southwest that expect one hundred thirteen degree days. Those parts are the ones that have seventy degree winters. We don't. We have an actual winter. One that I'm actually looking forward to.</p>
<p>The Food Network likes to run ice cream inspired show during this time of the year. I've been inspired by one of their ice cream competitions to make my own concoction. A banana/toasted coconut/walnut mixture. I'm off to buy ingredients. Maybe this will keep me cool in our one hundred thirteen degree day today.</p></div>
No One Said Saying Goodbye Was Easytag:typepad.com,2003:post-116255162006-07-12T22:17:30-07:002006-07-12T22:17:30-07:001983 was the year my family pulled up their southern California stakes and moved north, to a tiny town in the Yosemite foothills. I was 5 years old and painfully shy. Pale, freckled and a social klutz. I showed up...Kim S
<div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">1983 was the year my family pulled up their southern California stakes and moved north, to a tiny town in the Yosemite foothills. I was 5 years old and painfully shy. Pale, freckled and a social klutz. I showed up to my first day of school only to find out I was one of three Kimberly's. (Thank you, I'll just blend into the wallpaper now.)</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Jeremy was my very first friend in 1st grade. His outgoing enigmatic personality drew me in and hooked me for life. He was funny and took risks I couldn't dream of. I was in awe. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">During our formative years, I remained on the outside of what could be called the popular crowd, the crowd Jeremy belonged to. But he didn't care. No matter who he was with or where he was going, Jeremy would throw one of his famous smiles my way and maybe a wave. I never got the chance to tell him how much that meant to me. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">On July 4, 2006, Jeremy passed away in a tragic accidental drowning at a local lake. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">As I sit here, writing this to you, I'm in tears. For the life that is lost, the pain his wife and son must be enduring and my own sadness. Jeremy lived every minute of his life with the glass half full. No matter how corny that sounds, it's true. I don't believe he wasted a minute because his heart was in everything he did. Jeremy went on to huge big things, a career he loved and was recognized for. And he stayed humble. And he stayed in his hometown, close to his roots. Jeremy did more amazing things and experienced more in his 29 years than most people ever do in 75. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Jeremy's memorial service was yesterday in the church that I grew up in, in the community I'm still not comfortable with. Over 1000 people attended to pay their respects. During the service, after a few people spoke through their own tears with stories that made us laugh, after the pastor finished with words of comfort, a slide show was played. And there was this picture that popped up on the screen, a picture that I had spent a good portion of Monday night looking for at my house. The picture was of Jeremy, his best friend, me and my best friend at the time. Just us grinning at the camera. I think we were all 20ish and hanging out. What shocked me the most about seeing this picture on the screen was the fact that Jeremy had a copy of that photo all these years. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">The reason I share all this with you... well, because </span><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Jeremy's death seems to be my breaking point. Life is too short to be miserable. Live every minute of every day and go out without regret. His death hit me in a way I didn't think existed. Growing up in a small town, where everyone knows everyone's business and accepts it, where we share in everyone's successes and failures... it's the largest extended family I've ever known. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Losing Jeremy hurts... and I'm on the outside. I can't even pretend to understand how his best friends feel that knew him longer than I did. My heart aches for them though. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">And for his love of 13 years, wife for the last two, my heart aches for her. I remember when their story began. Their little boy, Jayden, who's only three... his father will be relived through the memories of those that loved Jeremy for all of Jayden's life.<br /></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">To </span><a href="http://www.jeremycarter.com/"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">Jeremy</span></a><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">, may you ride the hills of heaven for all eternity.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 1.2em;">A <a href="http://fmtx.shread.net/forum/showthread.php?s=bd7717c381abf062d5c6e5f634092d89&threadid=35262">benefit concert</a> will be held this Saturday. All proceeds go to his wife and son.</span></p></div>
Will All the Jackasses Please Step to the Side of the Bus?tag:typepad.com,2003:post-114597382006-07-07T23:01:58-07:002006-07-07T23:01:58-07:00In the past few months, I’ve done more soul searching than all of the great blues singers of our time put together. Priority reorganization, lists of pros and cons, hemming and hawing…. In the vein of Alanis, I realized there...Kim S
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>K:</strong><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank you for being you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>For being more of a prima donna throughout our relationship than I could ever aspire to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>For pouting so often my own lip hurt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>For choosing to dismantle “us” by taking up with anyone that catered to your whims.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Oh, and thank you for crying when I broke up with you in your car… that was priceless.<br /><br /></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>R:</strong> Thank you for consuming mass quantities of steroids while we dated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>At least I know it wasn’t me that forced you back into the pants of your ex-girlfriend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I appreciated calling you on the carpet for cheating on me – I learned a little bit about trusting my instincts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank you for being the biggest stereotype of a jerky athlete in love with his own persona.<br /><br /></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>C:</strong> Thank you for forcing your ideals on me so that my own true colors could emerge.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank you for all the times I had to say no to you and you made me feel guilty about it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank you for giving me an ultimatum and then marrying the very next girl that you found after me… who also happened to share my first name and contradicted the very ideology you rejected me for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I especially enjoyed the phone call from you after your divorce.<br /><br /></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>C:</strong> Thank you for allowing me to endure your narcissistic cowardice for two years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I did not realize how much of the spotlight I took up until you came along to remind me and shoved me out of the way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank you for being much less than the greatness in your own mind.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I am sorry that your dreams never flourished and that you had to settle for much much less (in more ways than one) – that’s what happens when your shield of invincibility suddenly disappears and you don’t use a condom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> <br /><br /></span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>E:</strong> Thank you for taking narcissism to the next level.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If ever was there a Napoleon complex, it rises and sets in you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Thank you for your condescending nature toward everyone you ever came into contact with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Humility did not exist in your vocabulary and I am so glad to have it back in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Your zeal for projecting perfection on to the world, however, I do not miss.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> <br /><br /></span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"><span face="Times New Roman"><span style="font-size: 1.2em;"><strong>C:</strong> Thank you for encapsulating the very essence of vanity.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You are a caricature of yourself and referring to you as “Jackass” gives me nothing but pleasure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Your carnal existence is fruitless and I’m thankful to have escaped when I did.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Your deceptive nature will rot your insides, as it did mine for that brief period.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You are the culmination of so many awful things and I thank you, because I learned the most in the aftermath of what was our sad marriage.<br /><br /></span></span></p>
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Logs Logs Logstag:typepad.com,2003:post-113333882006-06-29T19:34:33-07:002006-06-29T19:34:33-07:00Here we go! One Log Cabin square done!Kim S
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