I made a hat over the weekend. It was chunky yarn, so it’s not really a big deal. I saw the pattern online and thought “that’s so cute! I can do that!” In fact I could do that- but it turns out “that” is not so cute in real life. I learned two new techniques to make that hat! I did them right! It turned out just like the picture.

Here’s the problem- the picture shows the hat from the back. From the back the hat is cute. From the front it is like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man ordered a beret, and that beret started bubbling and melting on my head. I looked in the mirror and thought “What happened! This can’t be right!” Then I turned around and looked at the back of the hat, and sure enough- it was cute, just like the dratted picture.

That will teach me to knit a hat with only a picture of the back to judge cuteness by.

Upon frontal inspection of the “hat” I decided it was terminally ugly and must be unmade post haste. I feared for my life and well being, thinking perhaps the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man would storm in demanding his half melted bubbly hat and inadvertently do some harm in the process.

I need a plan. I've started looking at new jobs. I like this job, but it's really just a place to be until something happens. Nothing has happened, so by next summer, I think I'll need a different place to be, unless something happens. I found a few interesting jobs here and there.

Princess Cruise lines occasionally wants somebody to teach their crew mates English on the way to Fiji. I could dig that.

A family in Iraq wants someone to teacher their effluent little Kurdish children English- kind of like an American Nanny/Teacher. (The first thing I thought was, "Wow, I could teach the next Saddam Hussein!" of course, this one probably wouldn't go around killing Kurds, he would go around killing non-Kurds, there are more of them.)

A woman's college in Korea wants someone to teach English and "content" to some Korean women (I imagine.)

I've been so remiss on my blogging. Really, I still have plenty to say- but for some reason, I am unmotivated to actually say it. I don't even say it outloud to anyone- let alone write it. I just think it and move on.

Last night I thought about what a pretty color of brown my eggs were. Lovely, really. I thought about taking a picture of them. But even that seemed like something that would require more motivation that I actually had at that moment.

Pictures don't take that long.

Not like writing an account of wanting to take pictures.

Ehh.

I baked a cake last night. It was from a mix. I used a silicon bundt pan- the cake turned out smaller looking than I expected. This morning I decided, with the help of Betty Crocker, to suplement it with a white cup cakes. We were doing pretty good until I realized that they didn't taste good.

I'm going to blame it on the old ingredients. The vanillia was at least 4 years old and the the shortening about a year old.

I should cook more, then I wouldn't have such old ingredients.

I can't really blame the glaze on the ingredients though- that was my fault. Too much milk . . . measuring is so over rated.

I'm going to the store today to get new ingredients. This cake and cup cakes are not representative of my abilities, besides, I need dog food. Buzz is really hungry.

I have more time these days. I don't have as many classes. I've found that if I really put any effort what-so-ever into my life I can get alot of things done.

Mostly I just sleep in though.

"Inside the restaurant, there are some cock models and you can figure out its feature."

My student writing about Babe's chicken restaurant- by "cocks" he means "chickens."