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I changed my settings to allow anonymous comments so that a very sweet person from far away can comment on my blog. Guess what? - I get an e-mail message when you spam my blog and I hit the delete button with speed.

So, p-p-please don't waste your time, and most importantly don't waste my time.

Trust me, none of my readers needs a bigger penis! We'd all rather use the money to buy wine or yarn or fabric...

Warmly,
Cadi

A Confession

It's time for a confession. 

After all, confessions are the first step when seeking improvement.

This will be bad. You might not want to read on. If you do, you have been warned!

Maybe you already know this about me. I have been in denial about this issue for so very long that it borders on being a disease. 

I'm lazy. (Apparently.)

Lazy as in sluggish, slothful, idle. Unwilling to work or use energy. Characterized by lack of effort or activity. 

I've always been this way. (Apparently.)

I got my first job when I was 15-1/3. I worked in a nursing home for the summer months and continued to work there two weekends a month thereafter, all while attending school and maintaining a GPA that placed me in the top 10% of my class. Since I came from a low-income family, this meant that the government sent me a check every month just for keeping my grades up!

My head hangs in shame. What a lazy 15-years-old I was. 

After Noah was born, I had a part-time government job that allowed me to take him to work with me. When a second position came open, I was offered a second part-time position. I worked 50 hours a week while mothering an infant who never saw a minute of childcare. 

This is outrageous laziness. I may be too embarrassed to go on. 

Fast forward to now. I just want to make it as painless as possible for you to read about someone like me who is just so extremely lazy. (Apparently.)

I'm a single mother two three children with a full-time job as a Waldorf teacher. I'm known to ask my teenagers to babysit the toddler, so I can take a shower or use the bathroom. [Gasp.] I think taking the trash out and loading/unloading the dishwasher are reasonable chores for teenagers. I don't always cook dinner. At times my children have to eat Evol burritos or [Gasp so big I'm almost choking to death.] a bowl of cereal & fruit. 

Laziness is apparently very common in Pisceans. Pisceans also tend to have substance abuse problems. (Apparently.) I think I might need a bottle glass of wine to swallow this confession... 

Hi. My name is Cadi and I'm extremely lazy. This is my confession. 

[I think you're supposed to applaud now.]    

Her German Heritage

I just had to share this photo. Nuriel received the Dirndl as a hand-me-down from a very good friend. On a hot day like this one needs a mug of cold beer! Prost!

The Essence

Living from the core.

For a long time now I have been standing, mourning over what has been lost. Life is not how I wanted it to be, but life still is. I have wondered how to go on from here and in the midst of  this wondering have lost sight of the fact that the answer to that question lies within me. It is time to move on in a different way. I must turn within.

I am still here and this is my life.

If I operate from the consciousness that I have chosen this life, then I must accept that I have also chosen this event. This week I have been reminded of the fact that life is fragile, there will always be painful events, broken hearts, wounded souls... 

It is life.

I'm going to nurture myself and allow life to flow through me... joyfully.

Happy 4th of July!

 We even managed to find the "right" colors for the day!

It's hot. Very hot. As Grandpa fired up the grill, Nuriel played with water. We are all so very stuffed now. We hope you, too, are enjoying the day!

What Chickens Need

 38 C outside. Braving the afternoon heat.

 Humans need water when it's hot.

 Lots of water...

 Chickens need flowers and wooden acorns.

Oh... And tea! (Apparently.)

Hot. Hot.

Lil' Midi Bean Pilot - Pui

At the end of the school year the parents of my students gifted me with chocolate & a yarn gift certificate. Yes! They know me well. Such a wonderful gift to receive! One of the skeins I purchased was Malabrigo Sock in colorway Solis. Even though her noggin' isn't the smallest, I still like the pilot-style hat a lot on her.

Hester

 Hester by Susanna IC in Little Red Bicycle Tandem Sock

 Originally intended as a knit for myself... Alas.

"The Scarlett Letter" club was a gift to myself for Christmas. The kit arrived on my birthday. Two gifts in one. Very efficient. I might still block it & wear it myself!

SOS - Blogger

For some odd reason I can no longer comment on blogs that don't have a pop-up window. I've tried all kinds of different things. It's frustrating to type a comment only to see it disappear into the nothingness of cyberspace...

Can anyone help? Please?

Playkitchen Oven Mitt

 

Nuriel loves her play kitchen. And she loves our way-too-big-for-her oven mitt. So, I decided to make her one. Nuriel-sized. I used Malabrigo leftovers and size 8 needles. 'Cause that's what I had. Made a nice big mitten. Dropped it in the wash to felt. Voila. It's funny how she puts it on, goes to her little kitchen and says, "Uhhh... Hot."