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Without sounding completely self-loathing, I’ve been thinking about some of my vices lately:

1.  Impatience.  I want instant gratification.  I don’t like waiting.  Waiting is boring and hard and absolutely no fun.

2.  Sloth.  I haven’t been to the gym in weeks and getting shredded with Jillian Michaels is a thing of the past.  Working out is, well, working out.  guuh.  I want to be able to lose weight simply by imagining myself running (see vice #1).

3.  Gluttony.  I want homemade chocolate chip cookies and I want them now!  Unfortunately, I don’t have the patience (see vice #1) to make cookies.  You know the part where you drop them by teaspoons onto the cookie sheet?  Ya, I hate that part because it’s a lot of work (see vice #2).

I’m sure I have plenty of other flaws, but those are the main ones that I’m concerned with this evening.

I keep looking at my amaryllis.

It’s getting taller and I’m really enjoying watching it, I really am…it’s just that…well, it’s taking too long.

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Knitting, talking about, and taking pictures of Frost Flowers is unappealing to me.  So let’s talk about pie instead.  I like pie.  Apple pie is my all time favorite.  My mom used to know this lady that made awesome apple pie.  I think her name was Sara something.

Well, it’s time I learn how to do this, right?  I think everyone needs pie baking skills under their belt.  You know, just in case you find yourself trapped in a room full of apples and flour.  The exit’s at the other end but you can’t get there because you keep tripping all over these damn apples and plus you can’t see through all that flour dust.  What do you do?  Make apple pie, duuuh.  Of course there’s an oven in the room.  This wouldn’t be a twisted fantasy of mine if there weren’t.  I can tell you’re looking at me with those judgy eyes.  Let’s just agree that making apple pie is good for you….in a kind of “it’s ok if you eat the whole pie and gain 10 lbs, as long as you’re happy and living an apple pie life” good for you.  Are you with me?  Excellent.

I’m taking notes from Joy the Baker.  I stalk her blog, because I keep thinking that one day we will be friends.  It’s completely healthy.  I’m not a creeper. Pinky swear.

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Because sometimes, you need a little bit of excitement to get you pumped for Monday…

Freshy’s Five Step Program: Adding Edging to Lace

  1. Break needle with unrealized kung-fu grip potential.
  2. Stare in shock for at least 3 whole minutes.  Cry if necessary; it’s almost always necessary.
  3. Use any means available to pick up dropped stitches, including (but not limited to): using broken end of needle, using stitch holder, drinking wine, swearing profusely, etc…
  4. Run to the closest LYS and purchase new aluminum needle that is able to withstand person’s inability to handle all things delicate.
  5. Transfer 1380 stitches to new needle.  Cast broken needle away with the other wounded soldier.

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