Monday, July 27, 2015

How Much?

I've been going back and forth over this in my head, and I need some outside opinions.

How much would you be willing to pay for something like this...

They're handknit using 100% cotton yarn. The dimensions are...

And they're in several colors...

I've been adjusting my prices on things and figuring if making some of these items is worth it. Yes, I sell them in pairs. Thank you for your help. 

Friday, July 24, 2015


This quiz was difficult. You have to pay attention to everything, and then they ask a question you did not expect. At least, they asked questions I did not expect. So, I guessed on a couple. I remembered a couple. And then I did very well.

I guess I guessed well. That, or their scoring system is broken. (I rather think the scoring system is broken.)

Anyway, this one is a good challenge:

How Perceptive Are You?

Good luck!

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Broken Record

Today's #ThrowbackThursday isn't all that old--it's just from October 1, 2014. There was a comment on last week's repost that made me think of this one. Because when the kiddos are super annoying, I know I have something to blog about. 

Eduardo caught my attention early. By the third time he left his seat in the back far corner of the room to throw away another sheet of paper, I knew he was one I was going to have to keep an eye on. But when he asked to use the restroom, I had no problem in letting him go.

I have a pretty liberal restroom pass policy (so long as the teacher has not put the kibosh on passes by stating "no passes" in the lesson plan). I let anyone go. One at a time. Once per period. (And I write down their names.) Most students are okay with this.

Eduardo returned in good time. He went back to his seat.

Not long after this, Eduardo returned to the front seeking hand sanitizer. I looked. The teacher didn't have any.

Eduardo then asked for another restroom pass. To wash his hands. Because he had gotten pencil dust on them? Something like that. His hands looked fine to me. I offered him a tissue. But that wasn't what he wanted.

I explained that he had used his one pass for the class. It wasn't that long until the end of the period. And his hands weren't filthy. He'd be fine.

He didn't see it that way.

He proceeded to ask me to use the restroom. I said no. Then he asked again. And again. And again. It was as annoying as you'd imagine.

In the midst of this, another student approached and asked to use the restroom. I let her go.

He was incensed. How could I let her go? Well, she hadn't gone once before this.

And now I had a second reason he couldn't go. Someone else was out of the room.

Finally, he relented. He'd give me five minutes to "reconsider". Then he'd return.

Five minutes passed, and he did indeed return. This time with his "lawyer". This other student didn't say anything. I think he kind of enjoyed the show. I know the students sitting nearby were getting a kick out of it.

Eduardo started the, "Can I go?" again. After two nos, I stopped answering. He wasn't listening anyway.

Just when I thought I'd spend the rest of the period hearing the question (and Eduardo doesn't know me very well if he thought he'd actually wear me down with this), another student returned to class.

This other student had been called out of class at the beginning of the period. When Eduardo saw him, he said, "Never mind," and instantly went back to his desk.

"Oh good. You made dumb and dumber leave."

This came from a girl seated nearby. The comment was so perfect. I burst into laughter. Which startled the girl.

She asked me about how annoying the boy had been. He annoyed her and several of her seatmates. I explained that such things are just fodder for the blog, and I kind of enjoy them in the moment because of this.

I swear, some days this blog writes itself.

The student who returned to class, ending my torment, is actually a student I encountered quite a lot last year. Great kid. Not sure why he stopped Eduardo. I should give him a pseudonym and write about him, but he hasn't done anything blog-worthy. Maybe he will next year--he'll be a senior.

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Blowing in the Wind

I've got another farmers' market story, and it doesn't include a sunburn. Hooray!

Last Sunday I was back at the farmers' market. It had rained on Saturday. (Hooray! We can really use the rain.) It rained Sunday evening. (Hooray! After the market was over.)

Sunday was nice and sunny. And warm. And humid.

After I unpacked my car, I discovered what I had forgotten. My chair. Yep, I packed everything (even remembering my forgotten bags) except for the thing to sit on all day. (They were kind enough to lend me a chair for the day.)

About the time I discovered this, I realized the other thing I had forgotten. A towel. (Ford Prefect would be so disappointed.) Because it didn't take long before I was drenched in sweat.

But I got set up, and everything went fine. Until the wind started blowing.

The last time I had done the market, I didn't have that much trouble with the blowing wind. But this time my display started inching forward.

I'd get up and move it back. Then it would inch forward again. I fought with this all day (well, half the day as the wind didn't pick up until later).

Then, about the last half hour of the market, I realized something. I had bungee cords...

That held the display perfectly. *smacks head*

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

The After

At the heart of much speculative fiction (and fiction in general) is a question. What if? On Tuesdays I like to throw one out there and see what you make of it. Do with it as you please. If a for-instance is not specified, feel free to interpret that instance as you wish. And if you find this becomes a novel-length answer, I'd appreciate a thank you in the acknowledgements ;)

Is anyone else watching Proof? I'm not terribly thrilled with much summer programming this year. I'm not sure if I like this one or not. But it got me thinking...

What if what happens to you after you die is what you believe is going to happen to you?

Monday, July 20, 2015

Fair Burn

This past Friday the Orange County Fair opened. If you arrived that first hour, you could get in free. But because everyone does this, we had to arrive early and wait in line.

In the sun. I'm sure you know where this is going...

Yes, I did wear sunscreen. I just didn't rub it in all the way up my arm. So, I only got burned where I missed, and that is about half of what it was 12 hours prior. (I have some great after sun gel that helps quite a bit.)

I saw where they had all the crazy food...
Because there are crazy people who want a caviar-covered Twinkie. Or a three-patty hamburger with a Krispie Kreme bun...

Not my sort of thing. I like to go and look at the knit and crochet entries. My favorite was a box of crocheted donuts (that I didn't take a picture of and I can't find a picture of on social media. Sorry).

I did not expect my Monday posts to turn into the how-I-got-sunburned-this-week posts. Hopefully next week I'll have no new sunburn stories.

Friday, July 17, 2015

Not Actually Identifying Age

It's Friday, so it's time for another random quiz. This week it's all about opinions.

Can We Identify Your Age Based on Your Political Opinions?

By the way, the answer to that question is generally "NO". Every quiz I've taken that purports to guess my age always guesses wrong. And by a lot.

By the way, I also link to quizzes daily at my shop's Facebook page

And this Sunday, I'll be at the Green Acres Marketplace. If you're in the Long Beach, CA area, please stop by and say hi. It's open from 8:30 AM until 2:30 PM. And there's lots of great food vendors.

In case you were interested, the age they quiz came up with for me is 26. They missed it by a couple decades.