Fred Rogers may be the closest thing our secular society has to a saint. He was awesome, by every report of anyone who had anything to do with him exactly as he appeared on television. Even gorillas loved him, and he loved everybody.
Consequently, I am 100% behind making March 20th, his birthday, a national holiday.
Okay, it's not likely we'll get a real live federal holiday. But we don't need one. No, if we can celebrate Talk Like a Pirate Day, by golly, we can celebrate Mr. Rogers Day. We are the Internet. No one tells us what to do, unless we are China, in which case we just use proxy servers.
I intend to celebrate Mr. Rogers Day this March 20th by being extra kind and patient, especially on the Internet, and by putting my shoes and sweaters away when I take them off. No, in all seriousness, I intend to emulate Fred Rogers as much as possible. Maybe it'll rub off enough that I can do it more days of the year than just Mr. Rogers Day.Read More
About three weeks ago, someone tried to use my debit card to buy something at an appliance store--a $500 something. Would have wiped my account out. Luckily, I have a super-vigilant card company; they declined the charge and called me immediately. I racked my brain trying to figure out where they could have gotten the number.
Those of you who belong to Ravelry, log in. There you'll see a pages-long thread full of crafters who all got their cards hacked thanks to a data breach at Knitpicks. Guess where I buy most of my yarn? And guess what else? KP claims they notified everyone affected. They lied.
So if you're a Knitpicks customer, watch your card or cancel it and get a new one. Don't know when I'm going to buy from them again, which pisses me off even more. There's a sock yarn sale, darn it!Read More
Every year my husband's family goes on a snow day. Except me. My sister-in-law never did go; she hates snow. I hate being outside for long periods in the snow--I chill easily, and it's really not good for me. (I like snow when I'm inside and cozy--it's snowing today here in Portland, though not sticking.) I tried to be a good mom and wife anyway. A couple years ago, I gave up the pretense. :D
Anyway, I thought I'd take a snow day moment to show you longtime readers just what my girls look like these days. Remember Josie? Eighteen months old when we started?
Fifteen. Taller than me. And Louisa? Born when this website was about two years old?
Eleven and a half. Taller than Jo!Read More