Adult?

I read something online earlier this week about being a grown-up. How do you recognize this feat? When do we really feel "adult?"

I can say for me; moving in with PC. First time I really felt like I had my shit under control and that my life was moving in the right direction. Had the boy, had the apartment and soon after, had the cat. I have a friend who once told me "the day I realized that I don't have to call my mom back." I look around me and see all of our friends in the midst of various "adulthood": getting married, having babies, having 2nd babies(!!!), buying houses, buying 2nd houses, getting divorced, working a new career, staying home, and movin' along with life. Last year, I bought a car without asking my dad about it. I've never done that. We chose this apartment (and the one before it) without any input. I've been terrified in an ER in the middle of the night, waiting alone... praying. It took me 31.8 years to realize that there are different kinds of 'adults'... and that's okay.

Sometimes I feel like I am standing completely still while the world moves around me and then I look at where I am. I am here. In my life and I am happy. I look at PC, who gives me stupid grins when I get a little morose about who we are and where we're at. We're not everyone else. We are us.

So, what was the first thing that made you feel like an adult?

The job hunt continues... and the knitting, the knitting is good... I will blog about knitting sometime this weekend, promise!

1, 2, 3, 4.....

I love this song... and I like the video even more.

This one's for PC. :) 7 years strong in August.

Mama's Girl

Pumpkin is a mama's girl lately. All day long, she's twirling around my feet, making "birdie" sounds at me... bringing me toys. The past two days have involved jumping onto the back of the computer chair and trying to peek at me OVER my head. Yes, I have had a 12 lb orange cat on my head more than once this week.

She's always been a follower: she needs to know where we are at all times. And, if we are in separate rooms, she positions herself to see both of us equally. :)

On lonely days, she's the best friend I have. On other days, she's a dangerous tripping hazard.

PC's always said that I hold her too much and kiss her too much... but lately, when I've tried to back off on that, she comes looking for it. We have a morning snuggle every day where I hold her and scratch her back and she meows at me. In a loving way.

An entire post about the cat.

I need to knit more.

I try and try not to whine

but today I need to.

I need a job. A j.o.b. I need to use my brain and go to work and make a living. I can't stay home. I can't watch any more tv. Even knitting is not enough anymore.

To the uninformed, who will of course comment " i wish i had free time!", being unemployed is NOT vacation. I don't sleep all day, wake up, drink coffee and eat bon bons. I don't shop all day long. I don't do long lunches. I get up, drink coffee, search for jobs, call people (border on harrassment), email people, bug my recruiters, fill out job applications, and wait for the phone to ring. I also do the laundry, cook the meals, shop for food, keep the house manageable and try not to kill myself. This last part, getting harder. I'm tired of being out of work. I'm tired of my gut sinking each time I hear "oh, we offered the job to another candidate". I want to know why I even bother sending my resume around when no one wants to read it. Or no one does read it.

I want to know why the crazy drugged out (admittedly so, on 'medication') interview went well and Mr. Stoner forgot to call me to offer me the job. And, when I called to see the status of the job, I was told I'd have to re-interview b/c he didn't remember me. Oh, why bother??? Will he remember this time? He still sounded stoned and was still (admittedly) on drugs.

Why do the interviewers smile and say how great I am to turn around and say I am overqualified? Or underqualified? Just once, I'd like the interview to end one of two ways:
1) "Sorry, you are not what we are looking for: good luck"
2) "hooray! you're here! Don't leave, we're going to go get you a bucket of money"

Now, the 2nd might be a stretch, but why tell me that you'll be making a decision and that you'll let me know, but never call me? HR PERSONNEL: I know your job is hard, and is getting harder, but a LITTLE HONESTY goes a LONG way with job candidates.

I'm whiny. I'm emotionally exhausted. I am really tired of our friends dodging us b/c I'm not working. And I am really tired of being me.

Say a prayer, make a wish or better yet... help me get a job.

10 year biochemist with lab management and product management experience and BA degree in Boston seeks a home. Will work hard for honest working wage.

Buck, Buck, Buck

This concept had us laughing so hard at the guild meeting last night, I just had to share. One of our members is knitting one purely to see how the garment is made.

Sweaters.For.Chickens.

Please, click away!

Check 1 2 3

Test post from the road :) utica ny

Mini y pc
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T

Oh Canada!

PC and I are leaving in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow for trip we've talked about for 7 years... we're going to Niagara Falls. It's only a mere 8 hours in the car on the way out... combined with a stop at GoldLine in Rochester, NY for curling supplies. Yup. Curling. PC has been struck by the curling bug this past winter and it's time to get him his own broom. No curling shops here in Massachusetts, so we're stopping along the way.

So, b/c we won't see you:

Happy Canada Day!

Happy Fourth of July!

I've packed rain gear, my camera and the computer... and a kiri shawl and a sock. 8 hours of knitting err.... driving! :)

-Mini

Make New Friends.....

But keep the old,
One is silver
and the other gold.

Wow. Anyone else have a Girl Scout flashback?

Meet Betty. Betty B. Bee, a new friend in these parts... in fact, she's no longer living here. She was passed along to Mari's daughter, Noodle, who turned 1 this week! She's one! My god! And, she was immediately nibbled on, so therefore, the doll is a success! Noodle's b-day was full of banana-muffin/cupcakes (with pink frosting) that were a hit with the birthday girl. And I hope that the frosting comes off her dress. :)





















Pattern: sunflower children from Twist Collective
Yarn: Cascade 220
Needles: US 2















"when do we leave for Noodle's house??? I wanna go NOW!!"

My cousin S's daughter is turning two. Wow. I can't believe it. S has to be my favorite cousin out of the zillion. Her daughter is simply an amazing young lady too... I love knitting for her. :)



















Pattern: poppy by Ysolda Teague
Yarn: Cascade 220 (100% wool), yellow, white, black. Cherry Tree Hill superwash sock yarn for dress.
Needles: US 2
Notes: this took less than 8 total hours to knit.

How's about a Red Scarf?

A bee (like the ladybug) has been knit and I am waiting until tomorrow to post some photos... she's very cute and for my sweet Noodle, who will be turning 1 next week! Yikes!

But, now it's like .... what to knit? I want to knit a Feb lady sweater, but that requires addressing some body issues with a measuring tape and well, we don't want to do that on a rainy dreary week... it might induce suicidal thoughts.

So, what to knit? Done with socks for now. Considered mittens.

I know!

A. Red. Scarf.

How about you? Will you knit a red scarf this year?

Home Sweet Home

And, I finally have some photos. Ignore the messes and the general "cluttered" feeling in some of the rooms... it's a work in progress. The craft/office space is still under construction as PC needs some space to do some CD organizing (he has a magical system... it involves sitting among the CDs) and I need to maneuver some stuff "away".




















In through the front door....














Living room... w/ recovered sofas...














Dining room.....
















Dining room... other direction.





















Leaving the dining room....




















Single bath in the hall.....Love them penguins!!!













Entering kitchen....














Kitchen for cooking! Check out the NEW appliances!!!














Craft (crap) room--- office is behind where I am standing.














View off the back deck... a peach tree (next to shed) and a HUGE garden... attended to by our landlady, Carmella. :)

Movin' on Up!

We're here. The new apartment is very cute and will shape up nicely... in a few days. Last night, we tackled the last room that we had yet to access (we haven't unpacked it, just accessed it): the office/craft room. And I found the high speed router. All is well again.

A quick story. We got this apartment the same day that Landlady McWeirdo came by to announce us "unfit for Middlesex Rd, Watertown". I had called a realtor (CRG Realty in Newton- ask for Kathy Iovieno) and told her our story. Well, she asked me 10 questions and then said "I'll call you back." Well, having heard that before, I was surprised when she called me back! The address she gave and time to see the apartment fit into our schedule. And the address? Well, the traffic was bad in front of our old apartment that day, so we walked to the listing. Walked. 984 feet.

The apartment is great. I orginally thought it might be too small... but the kitchen? To.die.for. Travertine tiles and stainless steel appliances. A large ceiling fan. Built in microwave. And spacious. 2 BR and attached living room and dining room ( archway in between) make it nice for socializing. :)

The furniture fits well (minus PC's recliner, which has been moved to a reading nook in the office-- maybe he'll work through the stack of books he's got) and the place looks good. The upstairs neighbor is the landlord's daughter and granddaughter and are super nice. Landlord is great too-- he was here all weekend, installing blinds and helping us out. Oh, and my fridge broke (wah!) so he's replacing it with a new one-- also matching stainless steel.

And, before the saga of the move, an apology to PC. I found yarn in every single room of our old apartment. I'm sorry. I never knew I turned our apartment in my yarn storage. I love you and I am sorry.

Moving. If you are in Metro Boston and need a mover, I am openly recommending Benny's Moving in Watertown, MA. They showed up EARLY and ready to move. Diego, the foreman, was great and they really moved stuff fast! We only had one victim: my kitchen island... but I think it was ready to break before they took the wheels off. Sylvie and Amy... I couldn't have done this without you! Both of my friends showed up (Sylvie the a.m. shift, and Amy after lunch) and really helped me get settled in. Sylvie kept the movers moving, assembled furniture, and expertly placed my dining room rug. Amy is the queen of the kitchen drawer liners... she lined every cabinet and drawer in the apartment. :)

Our parents (both sets) came by on Friday to drop off pizza (mine) and Pumpkin (PC's).

I will do a photo tour soon... once I can find the camera. :)

I have been knitting. I have. Ask anyone at the Island Yarn Company's Monday or Thursday knit night.... I've got one active knitting bag that has socks-in-progress b/c that's all I can handle right now. Truly.

What else could a gal in her 30s, with no job, be doing all day?

Packing.

Oh, good Lord, the boxes.

Piles of them.

Piles of newspaper.

Piles of trash.

If you don't hear from me for a week or so, it's because

1. I am moving and too busy
2. I am trapped in/under/behind a box and I need you to call the fire-rescue in Newton.

As PC, Pumpkin and I say good bye to what is our first home as a "family", it's sad to leave. While, we are upgrading and life is good... this is still our first home together and that brings with it a lot of memories. Christmases, special occasions, bringing Pumpkin home.... I keep getting more and more emotional.

Until I think about the kick-ass brand new stainless steel appliances waiting for me around the corner. Then, sad? Not so much. :)

-Mini

Happy Dancing?

We have a home! PC and I will be inhabiting an apartment around the corner from our current place. Same neighborhood, better landlord (we hope, but so far, so good) and a pretty nice apartment.

Now, no job yet. And, I'm going to talk about it, so settle in. There's no job. I've been looking for 6 months. My field has openings, and yes, I've applied to them all, but I feel like a bad penny! Throughout my 10 year career, I've made some bad decisions and job-hopped a bit and now it's coming back to bite me in the tush. The reasons seem clear to me and I saw a good strong future at my old company so the lay-off was a shock. And, it's hard to explain to an HR person that I want this job and I'll stay with this position for years and years, when my resume says 'probably not."

How do you explain that throughout this you learned, you grew and you took responsibility for mistakes you made? Private things affected job decisions (like when my mom was so sick and I was the only one taking her to the ER and missing work? Laid off. They were nice about it, but I know why.) and I don't know how to explain it without sounding whiny.

I have interviewed for a great job and I was told "great fit!" and haven't heard anything. Two emails have gone unanswered. I want it, willing to work my butt off for it... and yet, nothing.

I'm really tired of not working. Of feeling like a mooch on PC. Of not having anywhere to be Mondays at 8am.

Any advice, suggestions and cheering up encouraged. Today's a bad day.

-Mini

Movin' On...

Well, better things must be in our future... thanks for the commiseration with us. Being told that you're "not the right people for the apartment" brings up a few emotions: anger, disappointment, confusion, and feeling diminutive. I think what I struggle is this: we're good people who have been trying hard. We don't have great furniture, I do the best I can do with the apartment I have, and well, if that's not good enough, than what is? PC and I have decided to leave it alone and just simply move on. But it's hard. You wonder "what was is about US that makes us wrong for this place?" and then you wake up at 2am and realize: it's her, not us. She's the one with the problem.

Karma will kick her in the ass or at least down a flight of stairs one of these days.

How's about some knitting?



















Pattern: Baby Blanket ( my own)
Yarn : Shetland Chunky (blue and brown- 3 skeins of each)
Needles: US 10

Notes: I knit this for a friend who's expecting baby #2... well, now. She's due right around now and she's a woman who really appreciates the handknits! And since baby #2 is a boy... blue and brown are so chic and so fun... it was a match made in heaven . Or Pottery Barn. :) Simple pattern: Cast on 22 stitches, knit 36 rows of garter, change colors, rinse and repeat. Make 5 strips of 5 "blocks" and stitch together. I did a simple crocheted edging.



















Meet Abby. Abby was named by her new "mommy", the big sister of the baby-on-the-way. I think it's hard for 2-3 year olds to understand the whole new baby thing, so a new toy might help ease the pain of the baby getting a lot of attention. She's a great little girl who loves loves dolls... so this is perfect. I used the same pattern from Twist as my ladybug for Noodle. I made the dress separate so she can practice "dressing her babies". And, for her birthday, a few teddy bear/ Cabbage Patch kid sweaters are needed and some new clothes for the Abby doll. I am thinking more dresses (at least two), pants, tops and of course, undies for the potty training. :)













I am so happy at her face.... she looks so happy, playful and not at all scary. :) I'm addicted to making these dolls. I have one more to make: a bee for Noodle's first birthday (in 5 short weeks!!!)

"not for bad luck....

I'd have no luck at all! "

I'm not sure who exactly who coined this phrase, but today: it's fitting.

So, I am going to talk trash about someone right now. I don't usually do this, but after reading, you might think I am vindicated.

Our new apartment comes with a whack-job of a landlord, complete with her own 18 points addendum to the lease. We ignored strong indications of the whack-jobness of this woman and signed anyway. Well, flash forward a week. We have a SIGNED lease and she hasn't cashed our checks yet. That's okay, we have a LEASE. And banks have been known to take their time with checks. Running home today, getting ready to head to a birthday party for a very special 2 year old, we get a phone call. It's the new landlady informing us she'll be at OUR current apartment in 10 minutes.

What????

I AM PACKING. Crap is EVERYWHERE. WHY is she coming over??

She claims to have shredded an important document and needed us to re-sign it. Um. Fishy?

Upon walking into our 1/2 packed apartment, she declares we are unsuitable for renting her precious apartment.

Did I mention the part where we changed our addresses with the post office, scheduled utilities to be turned off and on, etc?? Oh, and hired movers.

Let me take a moment to thank PC for being the man he is, not throwing her ass over teakettle down our stairs or punching her in the mouth. She basically told us we aren't clean enough.

What. the. fuck.

PC does have the presence of mind to demand our checks back, and once in hand (she keeps gabbing like we're all old friends now) tells her to "leave our house now."

So, if you are renting an apartment in WATERTOWN MASSACHUSETTS, near the high school--- email me. If' the address matches what we have been through, I will tell you the God's honest truth about what happened to us here.

And, because I know you guys will love these addendums to the standard lease, here are a few of them summarized:

• All mini blinds must be kept exactly 1/2 up or all the way down.
• Windows must be open more than 3 inches if no one is home.
• Landlord retains the right to enter the apartment if she thinks there will be rain and your windows aren't lowered.
• Cat must be brushed regularly.
• There is an approved list of cleaners for the bathroom tiles.
  

Like I said, if not for bad luck in 2009, we'd have none at all. No job, PC's illness, and psychotic landlords.

• 
  

We got the apartment. All 6 rooms and 2 decks! :)

Now all I need is a J-O-B.

Interviews go great... and then nothing.

Gr.

Something will give, right?

apartment

So, we *think* we got the apartment! There is a bit of miscommunication between the realtor, the landlady and us....but it'll be straightened out today. I hope. We want this place. It's huge. It's really really nice. Like, feels like a real home nice. Our current place feels like a 1st apartment. This would be a Home.

And, it'd have a craft room. A whole room for my knitting/sewing adventures. PC would get a library room... and we'd still have living room, dining room, master bedroom, kitchen and two decks. Plus an attic, basement and garage.

Keep fingers crossed and pray.

Oh, and if you live in the Boston (preferably Newton/Watertown/Waltham area) and know a GOOD mover... email me at kskaare@gmail.com.

:)Mini

When the lights go out in the city.....

Mini and PC head to the movies! Yup, a rare Tuesday night movie opportunity arose last night when our entire village lost power. NStar trucks had been seen in the area and well, c'mon... when you see an NStar truck, don't you get nervous?? I know I do. A phone call to the "customer service" line (which closes at 4pm) and being transferred to the "emergency customer service" personnel... a very bored rep told me "umm.. it'll be on at 9:30?"

Which leads to me to something that is bothering the CRAP out of me right now. My generation said "like" every other word growing up. "like, totally" and "like, I like him." But, I have been encountering a whole new crop of language issues lately. And, today (b/c the camera and the computer aren't playing nice): we'll discuss them.

1. Phrasing everything as a question.

C'mon teachers.. chime in here! Not one person under the age of 24 seems capable of making a simple declarative statement. The grocery store clerk who says "that'll be $40?" makes me wonder... is there an option for negotiation here? Should I start bartering with this person? If I say "$35?" will she take less for my dinner party groceries?

What is driving me even more crazy is that I am encountering this in PROFESSIONAL situations! A young recruiter who called me this morning said "I can find you a job?" I don't know... Can he? Or the receptionist where I went to interview who said "oh, he'll be with you in a few minutes?" But, will he? And she followed up with "he's on the phone internationally?" I don't know... I don't know who he's talking to.

PC says I am getting old and crotchety when it comes to these things, but speech pattern is something that can make or break you. Phone interviews are a new, cheap, efficient way to weed out applicants. If you sound like you can't make a single declarative sentence... would I hire you? And, on the flip side, when I have worked with people of this "generational speech", I am often asked "are you asking me that?" which leads me to think: you can't tell a command from a question.

I have a theory. The whole "everyone wins a trophy" and allowing children to have "options available" is a parenting thing that started after my mom was raising children. We were given sandwiches for lunch. No options. If you lost the t-ball game, well, you learned to wipe the tears, shake hands with the winners and try harder next game. I learned to say what I mean and mean what I say. I was taught that ambivalence was the equivalent of lying... if you have a statement, make it! Are we teaching our kids ambivalence?

2) "IM" speak.

"WTF?" I overheard at the gym. I looked up and it was a young girl looking at the *broken* treadmill. Huh. She didn't say "what the fuck", she said "W.T.F." I heard her later, talking to the front desk and she said "I was all like OMG, the treadmill is DOA and I said WTF!" I get what she was saying, but it's a little over the top.

What's wrong with using words? I like words. I like reading words, I like speaking words... and I respect words. Words can hurt, calm, cure, pacify, cut, shred, and project.


So, what do YOU think about this current speech phenom? I know a lot of you (Carole, Ruth, Julie) have kids about this age... and I wonder what you guys think/see/ feel about this. Will it pass? Is it a phase? Colleges are struggling with this as well. Will the next generation in the workforce be an "inquisitive" bunch without a single (non-IM) "declaration"?

Now, don't be shocked... but I actually KNIT. Yup, been known to do it every day, in all sorts of colors and patterns...

And, the last 4 days: nada. Not one stitch made. Why?

I don't like the 'hot' and in Boston, it's been hot. Our breezeless oven of an apartment is reminding me daily why we are moving. No, we haven't found a place yet... we thought we did, we lost it. And, now we might have. I'll keep you updated as much as possible w/o compromising our privacy.

Work. Well, I wish I had better news there too. I had applied for a dream job (one I would have eventually been transferred to at my old company) and was chosen as 1 of 2 candidates to interview (out of hundreds of applications) and I am #2. Sad, but if I choose to look on the bright side, at least I made it that far. Dreams dashed. So, I haven't stopped sending resumes out and calling about positions, but honestly... it's rough out there. I've got to think "next steps" for the future... are any of my skills transferable? Let's see:

• Is there a need anywhere outside biotech/pharma for an assay developer?
• What about someone w/ flu research experience?
• How about a person who can negotiate well w/ vendors?
• Someone w/ a great personality and superb people skills? (those of you who know me *for reals* know that I can charm the stripes off a tiger)

So, the knitting... here's a parade of FOs.














Socks. Yup, a very not-so-exciting pair of socks. I love them though. And, I think my mom will love them too. They are in the "christmas basket" (see Amy: it does exist!) for now.

Pattern: my own: cast on 54 stitches on US2, k2p2 til your bored, switch to stockinette, heel flap and reduce to 52 stitches for foot.
Yarn: ( i think I already blogged this...)














Pattern: duck. (rav link)
Yarn: Paton's chunky in yellow, leftovers in orange and blue
Needles: US 5
Notes: you really have to trust this pattern... it makes no sense until you start sewing it up... but, there were 0 errors in the pattern. Stuffed w/ love and polyfill, he went in my nephew's easter basket.




















Pattern: Feb baby sweater (EZ)
Yarn: Dale Baby Ull
Needles: US 3
Notes: made for Simone's granddaughter, Brooklyn. Simone's in my knitting group and her 1st grandbaby arrived in early April... just before Easter. She needed a cute little sweater, so I happily whipped this one up as a surprise for Grandma.














And, this is my FO... It's Amy's. This is her FIRST COLORWORK MITTEN. Woohoo!!! She dealth w/ the frustration, the tangles, and the "what the f?" moments we all encounter in colorwork mittens like a trooper. Give a shout out for Amy's 1st colorwork mitten!














Oh, and here's my 1st shawl. :) It's the Forest Canopy Shawl.

Pattern: forest canopy (by the beautiful and talented Susan )
Yarn: brown alpaca (it was a birthday gift awhile ago)
Needles: US 5
Notes: love it !

More tomorrow... but wish me luck! I have AN INTERVIEW TOMORROW!

Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!

Okay, Trinity, Carole, Sprite, Alicia and Cindy: SEND ME YOUR ADDRESSES!

I have been groovin' to the new tunes all weekend.

And, Trin? Pumpkin was subject to a impromptu Michael Franti dance party this morning. I'm not sure it works as well w/ cats, but she likes the video. :)

I wanna send out packages (as I pack up my stash) this week... so if I called your name, get your addy to me ASAP.

:) K