Wow wow wow. This is awesome. It’s a blog of postcards with secrets written on them. You write a secret on the postcard, and mail it to the blogmaster, and they post it on the site. I wonder if this is just enough catharsis – between creating the postcard, sending it (showing to all the world/postal workers) and it being posted to the world on a blog – to make you feel better about the secret.
Monthly Archives: April 2005
A Whole Ton of Random Sonya Facts
I had my adenoids out, and tubes put in my ears, when I was little, which was my only hospital stay.
I’ve never broken a bone.
My hair falls out a more rapidly than average.
I love divulging information about myself – it’s more attention.
I hit my newborn sister in the nose with a baton when I was 5. It was my birthday.
My first school-age crush was on Jason Boyd.
My first crush ever was on Michael Magnus.
I cut of the tip of my left third finger with a papercutter in a dark room. It grew back.
I play (more or less proficiently) the trombone, euphonium, and tuba.
I’ve kissed two boys my sister has kissed.
As a baby, I never crawled. I was too fat.
My last name was changed from Grün when my family came to America.
My parents named me after Sonia Heine, the famous ice dancer. Only they spelled it with a ‘y’ because they thought an ‘i’ was too hard for a little girl to write.
I have texture issues with eating – I dislike most beans and hate chili.
I once saved a turtle’s life when I was firefighting in Maryland.
Yeah, I said Maryland. I was a wildland firefighter during AmeriCorps*NCCC.
I’ve never seen a Die Hard movie.
I once stuck a raisin so far up my nose my dad had to take me to the emergency room.
When I was in fourth grade, I wanted to change my name to … Trissy.
My first kiss was in the back of a school bus in sixth grade.
My grandma taught me how to knit when I was in high school.
I started knitting my first sweater senior year and didn’t finish it till I was a senior in college. It’s hideous.
I was the editor of my college paper – The Buzz.
I hated fourth grade.
One of my nostrils is larger than the other one.
My favorite book is The Little Prince, and I have a tattoo of the little guy on my back.
I’m a sucker for technical gadgetry.
I like spinning yarn. I have this big bag of alpaca fiber sitting at home. It’s kind of creepy looking.
I like cats better than dogs. But not by a lot.
I like being outside. I’d rather be outside than inside. That’s where the website name came from. My sister is an ‘inside cat’, thereby making me an ‘outside cat’.
I want to invent something to replace smoking that will give you something to do with your hands when you’re at a bar.
My middle name is Lea. It means ‘green pasture’.
Growing up, I spelled things with an extra ‘e’ or ‘u’ like I was actually a Canadian adoptee.
I always wear a silver ring and a watch.
I was the captain of my high school cheerleading squad.
I was the bass player for the Calamus-Wheatland high school pep band.
My class had 33 people in it.
My first sentence was “Mommy picks up Sonny’s toys”.
I like Cream of Wheat.
This just got really boring, even for me.
Whelp.
Huh. I lost a Netflix I had prepared for mailing, somewhere between home and work, but I just got the email confirmation that they’ve received it. I’m glad I waited a few days before telling Netflix it was gone.
That reminds me of another lost Netflix. Once upon a time, about a year and a half ago, I went on my second date with Jason. He had gone home to Chicago for the weekend, and had come back to the QC. On that Monday night, I drove over to his hotel room (I ended up doing that a lot) and he had “Harold and Maude” to view – thanks to friends who thought they lost it but found it. It was such a good movie, and the fact that we both enjoyed it so much seemed to cement the feelings we both had on our first date (the Thursday prior). The rest is history.
Knit or Get Off the Pot, Indeed.
I did it! (What?)
One of my life goals is to become a master knitter. There are two ways to do this. One is to hike to the top of a mountain to meet with a knitting guru who will inevitably poke one of my eyes out for insolence, the other is to join TKGA (The Knitting Guild Association), and sign up for the first of three steps to their master knitting program. You have to be a guild member to do this, so I signed up for the whole kit and Caboodle.
I learned about TKGA a long time ago, when I searched for “master knitting program” on some rediculous search engine that was popular during high school – Lycos, I believe.
“Master Knitter” has been on my list since ’97, but only after reading a Knitty article called “Suitable for Framing” did I finally put for the $77 for membership and Level I of the master knitting program. There are other perks to being a TKGA member – Cast On magazine and a secret handshake.
Here’s what I’ll have to do to pass Level I:
Sixteen samples are required to complete this level: three swatches each of ribbing and basic stitches and gauge, increases, decreases, yarn overs and cables. Fourteen questions and one report on blocking also required.
I’m pretty jazzed. Only recently did I learn good blocking (thanks to the iPod cozy design) and my first cable fell from my needles less than two months ago, but that’s just because I’m a lazy knitter. Soon I’ll be a fit and toned superhero.
I’m pretty sure this inducts me into the Masters of the Universe. Wow. Once I get my Masters of Library Science, I’ll be a double master, and a super geek!
I’m cranky.
Yes, I’m feeling cranky. Constantine was voted off American Idol, a show I never watch, except last night. I do have a crush on the guy, and now I’m cranky.
I can’t seem to get a response from the four people I’ve emailed at the U of Illinois about the question I have concerning graduate assistantships. I don’t feel like doing anything else until I hear back from them, which only hurts myself, so I’m cranky.
I have a sink full of dishes.
My Denise Interchangeable Needle kit hasn’t arrived yet.
I don’t like the outfit I’m wearing, and my sleeves are too short.
I haven’t heard from Jason about tonight or this weekend, so I can’t finalize plans, and mentioning it on my blog is passive-agressive.
Rar rar rar. Cranky.
New Project
After reading QueerJoe’s Knitting Blog, I’ve decided to list a bunch of Random Sonya Facts, because I think it will be interesting for me to read to myself.
I found it facinating, as I read through 200 of Queer Joe’s bits of personal knowledge, and tried to not get sucked in like it was a horoscope.
“Yes, I too have hayfever and enjoy repetative tasks like stuffing envelopes and hate confrontation and don’t like smoking weed and rarely read directions and have never had sexual intercourse with a woman! It’s like we’re the same person!”
Maybe you’ll learn something interesting about me. Or you’ll just get really pissed off because the whole idea is so annoying.
Fuck you – I’m fricking awesome.
www.threadbared.com
www.threadbared.com is awesome. For some reason I see Jake writing the narrative.
Religious vision
Last night I dreamt that the new pope died.
Knitty Gritty Dirt Band
Last Friday, I got home from work with the idea that I would spend the evening working on the iPod cozy prototype I’ve been knitting for Kate and Ade. I blocked it (incidentally, the first time I’ve bothered to block anything) and realized that nothing could be done till it dried.
Did I work on the iPod lining? Did I work on the three scarves I have left to knit for Karen, which I really ought to do because she bought the yarn!? NO.
I’ve been thinking about knitting myself a poncho, and for some reason, it hit on Friday. I could not wait any longer to start this project. Casting existing projects aside (no pun inteded), I drove to Joann’s Fabrics in Waukegan to find some Homespun. See, I could have knit this thing out of nicey yarn, but that would be expensive. I’d rather use stupid Lion Brand yarn and only spend $12 on the project.
So here I am, it’s Tuesday, and all I can think about is getting home to the poncho. I don’t know if it will look good, or look good on me, but we all need something to obsess about in life, and since I have a boyfriend, I’m kind of stuck on the knitting thing.
Better than drugs. Better than other guys. Better than porn. Better than America’s Next Top Model (but a close second).
Oh, you’d like to see what this poncho would look like? It looks like this, only with a yarn called Adirondack, described thusly: “dusty greens and mauve recall the distant mountains.”
I’m a delicate flower.
So for my next tattoo I was thinking that I’d get a small square robot head with antenna and a smile right under my left boob. What do you think?