Crocheted Items for Sale

I'm going into business for myself selling crocheted scarves, mittens, and blankets. I will both take orders and sell items I have made and am willing to part with.
I am currently making a pink furry scarf that will be long enough to touch your waist in front and in back. This should be done by September 10. I'm looking to sell this item for about $10-$15.
I am also about to start working on a rose-colored baby blanket with white edging. This should be done by the end of September or early October at the latest. I'm looking to sell this for $30.

I will also take orders. For orders you can either buy the yarn and give it to me or I'll buy the yarn and include it in the cost of the item; I will charge a little for my time and energy. (The cost for my time and energy will probably be $5 for a scarf, $7-8 for mittens, $10-15 for a baby blanket, and $17-20 for an adult blanket.)

Please contact me at cecilia.hendricks@gmail.com with orders, requests, or any questions you may have.

Back in the Saddle Again

So I'm back in Grand Rapids for another year of classes. I moved out here yesterday and I'm pretty much settled into my new living arrangement.

COA went wonderfully and the root canal went as well as it could. But now I'm just ready for a good school year with a good household, great friends, and as little stress and drama as humanly possible...for me.

It's not Unusual

For your amusement and enjoyment, lads and lassies, I will now present you with my schedule for the next few weeks.
August 6-13: COA (I will be staying at the Gorniks' house)
August 14: Root Canal #4! This glorious event will be taking place at 8am and then I will be returning to my parents' house for the day. I'll return to the Gornik house that night or the next day.
August 15-18: I will return to COA and the Gornik House.
August 18 after 10pm: I will be returning home. I will remain here long enough to go to the eye doctor, have my hair cut, and see as many of my favorite people as possible.
I plan to return to GVSU and my house in Grand Rapids sometime between August 21 and 23.

At some point in the near future, I also plan to begin upon a course towards world domination. I will be embarking on this path with a few good friends who desire to remain nameless. However, they are both charming fellows and will be mentioned for the foreseeable future as "Frigging" and "Bullocks". Frigging is short and Bullocks is not; I hope you two can accept the three of us as Julius Caesar, Pompey, and their little sister Cassandra. If not, perhaps, you could look at us as Marc Antony, Augustus, and their cousin Anastasia. And if you really can't accept that, look on us as Stalin, Castro, and Imelda Marcos.

Fit as a Fiddle

So I've decided to come clean about one of my deep and abiding medical problems. This ailment has been troubling me for many years but the doctors refuse to accept this as a real medical condition. However, I took it to the local pharmaceutical companies and they told me that not only did I have a dreadful medical condition, but they could offer me a prescription for it. Now, my insurance won't cover the drugs and it costs an arm and a leg, literally, but I think it's really worth it.
So the other day, I gave them my right leg and and my left arm in exchange for a prescription to treat my disease. But having only one leg is actually quite helpful; I'm only in half as much pain as I once was. You see, since I was seven years old, I've been suffering from restless baby toe syndrome.

I feel so much better now after getting that off my chest.

Me oh My

This morning, I opened the fridge and pulled out the orange carton that supposedly contained orange juice. Being a bit tired and bleary-eyed, I shook up the carton and then poured myself a glass. Now I knew I was tired, but it seemed to me that the orange juice was a bit brighter in color than usual. It was about the color of TANG! as opposed to the subtle light orange color I've grown accustomed to my orange juice being. I took a sip, assuming the color issue to be due to my having only woken up a few minutes earlier. Whatever this substance I was consuming was, it did not taste like the Meijer's Pulpless Orange Juice I have grown to know and love.
So I looked at the carton to see what valuable insight it might give me as to why my orange juice looked like TANG instead of my beloved orange juice.
Closer inspection of the orange juice carton revealed the truth to me. I had not just poured myself a glass of orange juice. (Actually, if we want to be really accurate in this tale, I had poured myself a plastic cup of an unidentified liquid substance.)
Anyway, the carton revealed to me that my lovely mother had gone out and bought Meijer's Tangerine Juice. And if that weren't bad enough, my lovely mother had left for the airport about an hour and a half before I woke up...and she won't be returning until Sunday. In addition, she had taken my father with her, so I couldn't complain to either one of them about it. Nor could I con them into returning the tangerine juice to the store and replacing it with a product of a slightly higher quality.
My esteemed brother also noticed the odd choice of beverage, but he thought it tasted fine. However, he also wondered why our lovely mother had bought tangerine juice of all things.

Maison des Lunes

So I looked out my front window and noticed that our copy of the esteemed publication The Ann Arbor News was sitting in our newspaper delivery box so I put on some shoes and trotted out to the box to pick it up. Now I had been on my laptop earlier in the day and had already discovered via Yahoo news that I could, if I so desired, view a video of the delightful socialite (and for some reason celebrity) Paris Hilton leaving jail. Now seeing as such a prospect did not entice me, I was able to avoid the "captivating" Miss Hilton.
However, upon retrieving my copy of the newspaper, I glanced over the front page to see what movie was showing at Top of the Park this evening and was pleased to discover that it was "Singin' in the Rain", one of my favorite movies. In glancing over the cover, I also happened to notice the day's main headlines. One was about crooks removing catalytic converters from cars and another was about an eating competition, a thought that just makes me want to hurl. There was also a helpful piece about children bringing medicines into schools, which is important. I remember being a senior in high school who needed to take a painkiller and a few other prescriptions before a root canal and having to leave these drugs in the school office all day.
But I digress. The main headline on the paper read "Paris pays her debt to society (sort of)" with a subtitle of "Surprise! Good behavior gets her sprung".
Now maybe this blog post is only contributing to the popularity of celebutantes such as Miss Hilton, but I am sick of the amount of publicity Miss Hilton has been receiving in recent months. I have heard people discussing this case at church and in other unusual places. Why is it that we Americans insist on treating movie stars and people who have done nothing other than being born into a wealthy family as heroes? What has Paris Hilton done to receive our praise or respect? We live in a world of crazy people.

stab my back...it's better when I bleed for you...

Okay so tonight I was out hanging out with friends and had a great time. Then I get home and my dad informs me that Bath and Body Works called while I was out to tell me that they don't need me to come to work tomorrow. I was originally going to get ten hours this week. Now I'm getting ten...if they have me work Saturday. I'm so angry with those idiots. If anyone knows anyone who would be willing to hire me to work for them for about a month or so, that'd be great. I won't be able to work after July 27 and I'm going to Long Lake from July 14-21. But if I could get a second job or just a new job, that'd be great. I really need the money.