I've been out...

Ok, so I've been back from Avery from a week and haven't posted so here is a run down of the past week+:

Avery:
+Little cousin Colton is 6 months old and adorable
+Grandma's big freezer broke down, thank God!
+Taught Taylor(10 year old cousin - girl) to cast on and do a knit stitch
+Accidentally drove to Oklahoma while trying to come home, and was pissed.

Knitting:
+Finished the French Market bag
+Camera gave up the ghost so you will not be getting pictures of anything for a while yet.
+Got a lot of work done on the Green and Black Afghan
+Cast on criss cross garter
+Cast on white scarf for Grams/Peggy
+Soy Socks!
+Went to the Shabby Sheep, and loved it. I'm going to try and drop in sometime for PJs and Purls
+Made a seed stitch scarf for Grandma out of the bamboo yarn (originally it was for me, but I thought she would like it so I gave it to her)
+Made a bib for Colton

School:
+Made a B on the Western Civ mid term
+Now have to write 4 research papers (hence being on the internet...)

Writing:
+Am currently back logged with research papers and other school stuff, eventually I will get some fun(ha!) writing done.

Life:
+I still don't have one ;)

We should be back to regularly scheduled programming tomorrow.

Much love from Carat land!

Oh the things you learn...

Earlier today I asked Grams (also known as the crazy old lady) about how a published writer would get taxed for royalties and such, at which point she revealed to me an interesting fact. Many years ago my Grandmother wrote a romance novel, long hand. She never published it but she still has the MS after all of these years. On one hand that she wrote it is not surprising in the least, I swear she put all of Jude Deveraux and Catherine Coulter's children through college single handedly, and I make frequent forrays into her library of smut when I'm looking for something racy and historical. On the other hand I am surprised that she never mentioned the damn thing to me once in the past 22 years.

The woman loves to talk, but only recently has she told me anything that I felt was of "value." In other words it's taken 22 years for her to get around to talking about herself, and the bits of our family history that I will never learn from my dad or his siblings. I've heard more about a the clothing people wore to a funeral of a little girl I never met than I do about the crazy old woman's life. I don't even know how she met my grandfather, just that like me he could not abide tomatoes on anything.

If I keep going this is going to turn into a loooooong rant so I'll sign out now.

Love from Carat Land

YAY YAY YAY!

I am le uber excitemundo! (yes I am aware that I just misspelled/misused words in three different languages) I actually wrote the first scene of Tex's story, and its three pages long. That might not seem like much but I've also got working profiles on all the characters that have been introduced so far and SEVEN MAJOR PLOT POINTS. If it weren't 4 am I would call Melly and tell her all about it. As it is I will probably call her around 8 or 9. I can't believe it, I have a story, a place for it to go, a way for it to get there, and I even have a beginning! I am ecstatic! and I am using way too many exclamation points. I've started a list of links that I have used in preliminary research; and have resolved to ask my Lit professor about the horse breeding industry, as she used to do, it and it is a major part of my story. I just have to hope she doesn't think I'm crazy. And I'm off to make more tea.