Sunday, July 20, 2014

No Net

It's become a Sunday morning tradition around here.

I didn't plan for it to, but it sort of has.  Since Sunday is the only day I don't have to get up and rush off somewhere -- not having to be at church until 10:30 in stead of at work at 7:00-- I've taken to putting on a t-shirt and some shorts, fixing myself a cup of coffee, and spending a few early morning moments alone in my flower garden.

It's kind of nice having those few quiet moments with the flowers before I begin to get ready for church.

This afternoon, when I got home from church, the internet was down.  I had to stick one of those weird plastic round things into that slot on the player thing.  Heh, remember when that was cutting edge technology?  

While I was watching a movie on one of those weird plastic round things, I finished up my Rose Marl scarf.

I really like the way it turned out.  I like the colors and the resulting fabric.  I used Patons Kroy for this, but I've got some more sock yarn around here.  Lots more.

I also finished this hat.  The yarn is some Red Heart Blacklight that Beverly gave me.

I'm not sure what I was thinking when I cast on 96 stitches.  It's definitely teenager/adult sized.  I had just enough yarn left over to warp the loom. 

I'm using solid black Red Heart for the weft.  It's turning out kinda cool, doncha think?

Speaking of, I'd bought a whole bunch of Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn on clearance a few years ago.  That was before I discovered that it isn't good for socks at all.  The sock gets very thin and wears out very quickly.  So I stopped using it for socks.  I've knit scarves from some, and a couple of hats as well.  I think it'll be good for scarves, since they don't get washed very often, the way socks need to be.

I went in and dug out all I had left.  That I could find, at least.  I thought I'd had more than this. 

The one on the far right is Supersocke, and the other four are Sockittome Select. I want to weave scarves with them, but the thing is, I'm not sure how variegated yarns will work if I use them for both warp and weft. Will it pool, plaid, or just turn into a muddy mess?  I guess we'll find out.  I think I'll start with this one, since the color changes a bit more subtle than the other ones. 

It's called Winterberry.  If it turns out to be a mess, well, then we'll just have to knit scarves with the others. 

I just roll with the flow.  Or something.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Mythbusting: The Ice Cream That Won't Melt

This morning, a friend posted a link on Facebook regarding a woman who claimed her son left a Great Value Ice Cream Sandwich out in the hot sun for 12 hours without it melting.  She thought that was odd, so she got another one and left it out overnight and it still didn't melt.   Even the so-called reporter claims that he verified this by setting out an ice cream sandwich in the "hot sun" and it failed to melt. 

Being by nature a bit skeptical, I decided to try to replicate this experience myself.  After work, I went to the store and got a box of the same ice cream sandwiches.

For those of you interested, here is the ingredients label. 

When I got home from the store, I put the box of sandwiches in the freezer for approximately an hour, to refreeze them from my trip home.  Once they had hardened back up, I took one sandwich and set it outside.  Notice that the thermometer is showing mid 70s.

Also note that the sky was very overcast.  Yes, the reporter had a sunny day, but this is not a factor I could control.

After 5 minutes, you can clearly see the ice cream is starting to soften and melt around the corners.

And the temperature is still showing mid 70s. 

After 10 minutes, melting is clearly occurring.

After 15 minutes, even more melting has occurred.

And the temperature is holding in the low to mid 70s.  I suspect the slight drop is due to the proximity of the frozen treat.

After 20 minutes, there isn't much left.

By 25 minutes, the ice cream has almost completely melted.

And after 30 minutes, it's gone. 

Notice that the temperature has remained stable in the low 70s. 

In addition to wasting a perfectly good ice cream sandwich, I think I can conclusively say that this myth has been busted.  If my sandwich has completely melted in less than half an hour, on an overcast 70 degree day, I don't find it plausible at all that one can remain solid after 12 hours on an 80 degree day, and much less so overnight. 

My guess is it's just somebody looking for their 15 minutes of fame. 

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Short Post

They can't  seem to make up their minds whether they want us to come in at 6:00 or at 7:00. This morning, it was 7:00.  Tomorrow, it is 6:00. 

I'm getting tired of re-setting my alarm every day. 

Needless to say, this post will be brief.  

In the meantime, my sock yarn scarf is coming along nicely. 

I like the patterns the yarn is making. 

I think I've finally figured out what I can do with all that Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn that I bought on clearance. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Chats On The Farmhouse Porch

1.  D3 is facing wisdom teeth removal. Have you had your wisdom teeth removed? 

 I've had two of mine removed.  I highly recommend getting the IV sedation, if you are able to.  I remember the oral surgeon injecting something into the IV port.  About 10 seconds later, I was feeling a bit floaty, and the next thing I knew I was home, and James was helping me up my front steps.  The next time I got one removed, they asked if I wanted the IV, and I said, "Yes, please!"  That one was less complicated, so my recovery time was faster.  I was able to become fully alert before leaving the surgeon's office and walked myself up my front steps.  Either way, I can't recommend it enough.

2.  Today Wendell is serving iced tea, iced coffee, and carrot juice. He wants me to ask you which you'd prefer. 

Of the three, I'd prefer iced tea-- but unsweetened.  I know I'm not a good Southerner if I don't like sweet tea, and with my sweet tooth, it does seem a bit odd.  I just don't like it sweetened.  It tastes too much like syrup.  

3.  If you use a crock pot, do you have a favorite recipe? If not, what is your favorite, easy "go to" recipe? 

I have a crock pot, but seldom use it.  My favorite go to recipe would be chicken and dumplings.  I'd post the recipe, but I don't really use one.  I just throw some flour, shortening, and salt into a bowl, cut it with a pastry cutter, then add milk until it looks right.  Roll it out, cut it into strips and drop into boiling broth.  Once the dumplings are done, add the cut up chicken meat-- which you will have gotten from the chicken you boiled to get the broth, and serve.   Oh, and add salt and pepper to taste. 

4.   Do you prefer to wash dishes by hand or dishwasher? Yes, I know some of us probably don't like dish washing. Wendell flat out refuses! 

Dishwasher, even though mine is noisy as heck. 

5.  What are you looking forward to? 

The cooler temperatures that are supposed to get here in a couple of days.  Really, I don't like being hot.  I'm ready for fall already!!  

And going to bed tonight.  Yeah, I'm pretty easy to please. 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

New Glasses!

I gots my new glasses today.  Hallelujah!  I can see! 

When I first put them on, my vision was a little loopy, but it's almost amazing how quickly I adjusted to them.  I got him to give me a stronger bifocal spot, so maybe I can knit and watch TV at the same time. Right now, I'm watching a documentary on Petra, but I'm not knitting. 

I've started scarf #4.  This one is with sock yarn.  Patons Kroy brown rose marle, for both the warp and the weft.

It took an entire ball for the warp, and now I'm kind of nervous that I won't have enough left to finish. We shall see. 

I've only got a few inches done, but I'm really liking the resulting fabric so far. 

Well, that's about all I've got for today.  I'm really enjoying the slightly cooler weather.  It's supposed to be really cool Friday.  Right now, they're predicting mid-70s.  In July.  So much for global warming. 

Funny how quiet Al Gore has been here lately. 

Monday, July 14, 2014

My Father

Walter Lee Gunstream, Jr

October 23, 1926 - July 14, 1995

He taught me how to throw a harpoon.

And he called me Hawkeye.  

Sunday, July 13, 2014


Before we begin, Scarf #3 is off the loom.  I just have to trim the fringe and weave the ends in and it'll be done. 

I'm still trying to decide what to warp next.  I've still got plenty of yarn to choose from.  Now, on to the topic of the day...


I know the in thing these days is for women to wear as little as possible.  Even in church, I see women coming in wearing spaghetti straps, no bra, dresses that look more like slips, and no slips at all.  Someone came in this morning in a dress so shear you could clearly see her legs and underwear.  That is the "might as well be naked" look of which I speak. 

I know it's the style and all, but I've always felt called to be more modest than that.  Our Christian brothers struggle enough in our sex saturated society, and I believe that it's my duty as a Christian woman to help them out as much as I can. 

I know, I know.  There are some women out there who will get all bowed up and say, "I can dress however I want.  It's up to them not to look." 

The only problem with that attitude is that they're men.  They can't help but to look.  It's hard wired into them to look. So, if you walk into church with half your chest hanging out, or a skirt so short your cheeks are showing, they're going to look. Personally, I don't feel as if that attitude --the "I can dress like a slut but you'd better treat me like a princess" attitude-- honors God or my Christian brothers. 

A couple of years ago, I made myself a sundress, but I never really felt comfortable wearing it to church.  I had a shawlette that I wore over it, but I didn't like the look.  I'd looked all over for a knitted bolero pattern, but in the end, I broke down and bought one at Wal-Mart Thursday when I was in town. 

It's just what I was looking for.  I wore it to church this morning, over my sundress, and now that I have it, I can actually shop for a new dress.   I found a few dresses online that I like, but didn't buy them because they were sundresses.   

And because even a middle aged tomboy needs to feel sexy now and again...

No, it's not hypocritical.  Not a bit, because no one will ever see me in them except my imaginary husband.  They'll be quite well covered up.

My final purchase of the day:

Jesse wasn't impressed.

Friday, July 11, 2014

Frantic Friday

Have you ever been so tired you just wanted to sit down and cry?

I don't get that way very often, but I was today.  And yes, I did cry.  Just a little bit.  Then I felt better.

I came home, and I was really, really glad I went ahead and did my shopping yesterday.  I hadn't planned to.  I was jut going to get milk, but then decided that since I was already there, I might as well do it all.

Only I forgot dog food, so I have to go back tomorrow and get some dog food.  I'm sure the dogs will appreciate that.

And what was causing me to be so tired?  Well, I'll tell you.  Sort of.

It was just a really, really hectic day at work.  We got there and all the stuff second shift had left for us was wrong.  (It was tubing's fault, not the brazers, though we did get hollered at for "not catching it".)  Then we were down because tubing didn't have any work ready for us.  When they finally got us some parts, the line was rushing us to get them done because they were down...

Then we ran out of parts from tubing again, and the whole cycle started all over again.

And I was walking around singing...

Finally, the seemingly endless day was over. I came home and worked on scarf #3, which looks a lot like scarf #2, only a bit shorter and a bit wider.

Wait, what?  What is that beached whale looking thing?  Oh, that's jut my thigh.  Never mind. 

Where was I?  Oh, yes...the scarf.  It should be finished tomorrow.  

I've got some blue and some white yarn that was my grandmother's.  I want to try to make a plaid scarf from those, but I'm not sure I'm ready for that.  I may do another scarf or two before I jump into that.  One thing for sure, I want to try to find a better way to tie the fringe.  That, I've already decided, is my least favorite part of weaving.  I like it even less than warping, which isn't really that bad.  Just time consuming.

Well, we'll see how it goes after a good night's sleep.  If I can get one, that is.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Mayhem and Miscellany

I survived another Thor's Day of mayhem at work.  Yeah, the no more overtime rule didn't last very long.  I'm back to going in early tomorrow.  Well, for one day, at least.  We'll have to see after that. 

After work, I had to run into town to get milk.  I figured, since I was there, I might as well get my shopping done.  One thing I always like to check while I'm there is the clearance aisle.  That's where I saw this set of Pez Dispensers.  My first thought was, "Oooooh, the Third Doctor! It's a set of Doctor Who Pez Dispensers!"

Alas, upon closer inspection, it isn't Doctor Who, but U.S. Presidents, and the person in question is Andrew Jackson, not the Third Doctor.  I was a bit bummed by that. Then felt unpatriotic.  But not for long.  I just recited a bit of The Declaration of Independence to myself, and felt better.  I also had spent a good hour at work singing the fourth verse of The Star Spangled Banner.  Out loud.  So, no question of my patriotism there. 

Yeah, I'm a bit tired.  I'm so tired, you don't even want to know how I spelled dispensers.  Let's just say, thank goodness for spell check.  OK, onward...

I'm walking around the store, getting what I need, when...Oh my!  Will you look at that!  How on earth did that get into my buggy? 

I'm pleading the 5th.  But, look!  It's got flowers on the pages.  FLOWERS!!  On the PAGES!!!

Still pleading the 5th. 

I got home and found that my new Cup Of Joe t-shirt had arrived.

For those of you who don't know, Green Beans Coffee has a program where you can buy coffee for military personnel serving overseas.  I've done it for years now.  Anyway, every so often, they have special offers.  If you buy so much coffee, you get a prize.  I've gotten t-shirts, challenge coins, and dog tags. 

The best prize, though, is when I get thank you notes from the soldiers themselves.  Most of them just say a simple thank you, but sometimes, one will tell you how much it means to them to know that they aren't forgotten. 

A little taste of home.  That's what one soldier told me.  I'd sent him a little taste of home. 

That's the prize that makes it all worth it. 

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Chats On The Farmhouse Porch

Guess what?  It's Wednesday, and I remembered to do Chat!  Aren't you proud of me?  So, let's chat, shall we?

1.  Do you like cucumbers? Is there a favorite way for you to prepare them? 

No, not really.   I don't dislike them, but they aren't my favorite.  I do like infused water with cucumbers and lemon, with a sprig of mint.  

2.  How good a housekeeper are you? 

 Eh, so so.  I'm good enough for me, and since I'm the only one who lives here, that's good enough.  My house isn't spotless, but you'd never see it on an episode of hoarders.  Funny story, the dog was heaving, and I said, "Go puke on the linoleum.  It's easier to clean."  I guess I've become a bit jaded. 

3.   Please finish this: To spend a day____________would be amazing! 

 Not going to work. At the shooting range.  Hunting.  Fishing.  Hanging out with my friends Christi and Amy.  (We need to do that again, girls!)

4.  How do you handle times when you are "down" or "blue"( depressed )? 

 Usually a good night's sleep takes care of my blues.  Or some good music.  Or remembering how blessed I truly am. Or remembering that it's most likely caused by hormonal changes and that it will pass. 

5.  Have you started using essential oils, since they have become so popular? 

No.  I'm not even sure what essential oils are.......OK, I googled them and no, I probably won't get in to that. 

Thank you for joining me for this week's chat.  Be sure to come by next week.  

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

A Scarf And A Sock

I hate to break it to you, but this is another one of those days when there just isn't that much to say.  Unless you want to hear about my bi-annual trip to the eye doctor, that is.  Suffice to say, my eyes are healthy, though very nearsighted, and I'm getting new glasses. 

You know, I hate the new glasses styles almost as much as I hate the new clothing styles.  I guess it's not so much the styles as it is the teensy little lenses you have to peer through.  I picked out the largest frames I could find, and they still seem too small to me.  Well, they'll be here in about a week, so you'll see them then.

In the meantime, scarf #2 is finished.  This time, I clamped the warping peg to my end table and the loom to my kitchen table. 

As you can see, it made for quite a long warp, and in turn, quite a long scarf. 

The warp is Red Heart SuperSaver in Buff, and the weft is Red Heart SuperSaver Camo in Mirage.    I have enough left of each to do at least one more scarf.  Next one won't be quite as long, though. 

I still have some tension issues, but they are getting better.  The end on the left is the beginning, and the end on the right is the end.

A few more scarves and I ought to have that worked out.  I hope. 

I also cast on a new sock. 

It's going to be a plain vanilla sock, and I have no idea what yarn this is.  It's been marinating in my stash for many and many a year, and the ball band has been lost for many and many a year.  I do know it's a cotton blend.  Other than that, your guess is as good as mine. 

The bad news is, no more overtime.  I'm going to miss the extra money, but I'm looking forward to getting up at a reasonable hour.  If you consider 5:00 AM reasonable.  Hey, it's more reasonable than 4:00 AM. 

I was in the store the other day, and I bought this Coke because it had my name on it.  I got halfway home before I remembered that I don't even like Coke.

Well played, Coke.  Well played. 

Monday, July 07, 2014

In The Garden

I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses

And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing,

And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known

I’d stay in the garden with Him
Though the night around me be falling,

But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;

And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.


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