Sep 01

Guess What Time It Is?

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I woke up this morning to a torrential downpour. However, for once it didn’t actually start my Monday (Tuesday) off on a wrong note. This weekend, I was finally – FINALLY – able to obtain possession of a car. So therefore I’m not going to be soaked walking to work. There is coffee also currently in my possession, in my new favorite Outlander mug. I woke up to my husband’s arm around me. And with the rain has come a much welcome drop in temperature.

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Obsessed? No. Not with coffee. Not with Outlander. Not me.


This was the view this morning. I loved the wispy little cloud over there between the hills.

The temperature drop has been much anticipated. Not only because it’s been so freaking hot, but because my fingers have been itching. We STILL don’t have all our household stuff, which means all my fabric/yarn/what have you is still somewhere in transit, but I have bought a few things to hold me over, and there’s this pair of socks that’s been on my needles for almost two years now.

Ladies and gentlemen…it’s time again for…wait while I put on my little nerd hat because that’s kind of how it makes me feel…

Yep. And yours truly is a…

I haven’t even read all the books.

But this is my 3rd “term” playing along in this genius knitting/crafting game, because I love a little friendly competition, all the BADGES, the people who don’t think knitting is just for old ladies, and the motivation to actually finish projects. It’s just fun. Also if you’re a knitter/crocheter and not on Ravelry yet…what are you waiting for? Ravelry is the best thing for fiber arts since sheep.

So…that pair of socks? I’ve been knitting madly. The first one is done, the second one about half. But they must. get. done. ASAP. Because I want to turn them in for Detention. Because I started them before term, so they can’t be turned in for a Class.

Think I’m crazy yet? Yes? It’s ok, I promise. I’m just over here knitting so I don’t kill people. Really.

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Three Irish Girls Adorn Sock, colorway Skyline Parkway (limited run color)



Aug 20


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We’re readjusting and settling in! Real post soon but in the meantime…

We watched the Rousey fight. 

Introduced him to Korean BBQ. 

Got drenched in the rain in Osan. 

Baking again!!

Holy cow we live here. Together. 

  And went to see the Korean Independence Day fireworks show. Video later. 

Work is crazy right now but should slow down in a couple weeks. 


Jul 19


Life, Musings 2

Do you have ghosts from your past that just seem to just pop up out of nowhere, just when you thought they were gone for good? I do. Mine seem to come in the form of words. No surprise there, really, I guess. Considering how much I love words, it’s only fitting that my ghosts should take that form as well.

My husband will be here in a week. I’m way beyond excited. But, as has happened every time we’ve been apart, I’m starting to get nervous little butterflies. Mostly when I look in the mirror.

Does he really find me attractive? With my out-of-control hair, pale skin marred by scars from too many breakouts, ass that’s there but not as firm as it could be, nearly non-existent boobs? Is he really going to want to put up with my books everywhere? My dislike of doing the dishes after dinner or folding the laundry after washing it? My obsessions with making all kinds of things, my stashes of supplies everywhere? How can he roll over and want to kiss me first thing in the morning, when I squint at him and put on thick glasses so I can even see the clock next to the bed?

I call these ghosts because they’re the remnants of a toxic relationship, where I heard things that shredded what self-esteem I started out with and still struggle to get back, on a daily basis.

Put on makeup to go out with me. You’re ugly.
Can’t you wear something other than jeans and t-shirts? You’re ugly.
Go shave your legs before I touch them. You’re disgusting.
You’d be pretty if you tried. You’re ugly.
You could be hot if you worked out. You don’t turn me on.
Don’t knit in front of people, it’s embarrassing. You’re embarrassing.
Why do you do that (quilt, knit, spin, whatever)? Only grandmas do that. You’re weird.
You shouldn’t feel that way, you’re wrong. Your feelings don’t matter.

When we’re together they occasionally pop up, but Matt is incredibly good at silencing them. After we haven’t been together for awhile, they all start swirling around in my head again. Nevermind he’s now been with me both at my thinnest (yikes!) and heaviest weights, he’s seen me lose a third of my hair, and he’s seen me puke more times than I care to remember (still can’t handle my liquor). And he’s still moving all the way to the other side of the world to be with me. Nevermind I’ve never felt wanted the way he shows me in my entire life. I’ve never felt accepted like this. Leg hair, old t-shirts, messy hair, un-made-up face…just normal, plain me. Sure he appreciates it when I dress up, but he’s not embarrassed to be with me when I’m just normal me. He’s not embarrassed to introduce me to his friends. He likes me. Just me.

Trying to convince myself? Maybe. Remind myself? Sure.

It’s kind of not helping right now. Maybe if I turn all my mirrors to the wall. All I see is an ugly, tired-looking woman. Just a ghost.


Jul 14

Things We Take for Granted

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So of course everyone has seen this enormously adorable video by now, of Β a little 10 month old girl seeing the world clearly for the first time.

I’ve watched it about 5 times and ended up in tears every time. Because I know how she feels. While my eyes aren’t as bad as hers (holy cow, a +7 and a +5, and now mine come in somewhere around a +4 and +5, not sure what they were originally), they also weren’t caught as young. I was 4 years old when my parents took me to see a Sesame Street show, where I (a normally very calm, quiet child) got more and more frustrated and upset because I simply could see nothing of the show from our seats. My parents well-meant assurances that I could see just as good as everyone else from that area only upset me more. I remember – and don’t anyone tell me a 4 year old can’t remember – being extremely upset because I could literally see nothing except maybe an occasional blob of color – hello, Big Bird? They took me to an eye doctor within a few days, where of course immediately glasses were prescribed. Β I was allowed to pick out my own frames, and I chose a pretty but awful-with-my-skin-and-hair-tones blue. I asked my mom later why the heck she let me pick those, and her response “There was no way you were going to wear them if you didn’t like them, and if you picked them out that excuse was never going to fly!” Hehe. Smart. But since I am quite legally blind without them, I’ve honestly never once been tempted to try going without. I’ve sometimes wondered if NOT being able to see things clearly led to my obsession with all beautiful things…because I could finally, FINALLY see what pretty things actually were.

How bad is that kind of astigmatism? It can vary depending on the person’s other vision problems. I’m also near-sighted, but my main issue is the astigmatism. With my right eye, I can just make out the edges – very faint and blurry – of the giant letter E they put up on the vision test. With my left, I can’t tell anything is there at all.

I think vision problems are written off or belittled a lot. I know I try to downplay mine. A lot of people I work with aren’t even aware I have trouble, until they happen to look at me sideways in the sunlight. Sure, it’s correctable with glasses. Giant, thick glasses that make me look like I have tiny pig eyes. I do have contacts now, thank god, that actually correct my eyesight to 20/15. People always ask why I don’t just get laser eye surgery, especially since my job would actually pay for it. That’s awesome and everything, except laser surgery doesn’t really help astigmatism. So I’m stuck with lenses of some kind until science comes up with a better alternative.

My job requires a certain amount of visual acuity. Not joking. And not too long ago my lack of it was put on display for the entire company to see. A combination of eye strain, bad lighting, and general nervousness made for a horrible presentation on my part. Thankfully my boss knows I’m usually a perfectionist with everything and always come through, so he pulled me aside and asked what had happened. My only explanation was that I couldn’t see. Couldn’t. Effing. See. Even with my lenses. I’d try to focus and no matter what I did, how many times I blinked, nothing would come out of pure, outraging blurriness. Every two seconds I was fighting off a wave of panic, embarrassment, or anger. Or all of the above. I wanted to cry but that REALLY wasn’t going to help. I felt like everyone was looking at me like I had 3 heads and someone was sitting on my chest so I couldn’t breathe. And nothing I did helped.Β It’s a horrible, horrible feeling and I went back to my room and I did cry.

I’m eternally grateful to whoever invented glasses. I’m glad I’m an adult now, so (usually) no one makes fun of how thick my glasses are, on the VERY rare occasions I have to wear them. I’m so glad that now there’s technology that allows babies the age of little Piper up there to get glasses so much earlier. I hope no one ever makes fun of her for wearing them. I hope she knows that she’s beautiful no matter what she’s wearing on her face or her body. I hope she treasures every single beautiful thing she sees, every color, every person she loves. Never stop smiling, Piper.


Jul 09

Happy News

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My husband FINALLY got approved for travel by my company, which means in less than 3 weeks he will be here and we’ll be moving into an apartment!!!

Words don’t even express how happy and excited I am right now. It’s been over a year since we’ve lived together. I know it won’t be all sunshine and roses, there’s always an adjustment period after people come back together…but we’re committed and we’ll work through it. Maybe it’ll be easier since it’ll be a new place for both of us, instead of me coming back home to a place already established. I hope so. Should be interesting too, since all the stuff we’re shipping over won’t even be here until September some time…ugh. We can rent the essentials till then, but…I want MY things! I want to make our place OURS, make it a home for us.

Oh well. Guess we’ll go take the Korean beaches by storm until then. πŸ˜‰ Also, since my posting a countdown on FB drives the man crazy (“It makes it seem longer! Time slows down…”) I guess I’ll post my happy countdown here. πŸ˜€



Jul 05

Happy 4th of July!!!

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This is almost my favorite holiday of the year. I have a lot of good memories of it, from growing up all the way up till now. Last year was probably my worst, but it was still the brightest day in the middle of a very long string of VERY BAD days! This year was better…I’m still not with my family, but I spent it with some new friends, in a new country – and still got to celebrate with fireworks! One of these days all the people I love will be in the same place again.

In the meantime, I was playing with my new camera, and I’m pretty excited about some of the pics I got! Hope you all enjoy them too.

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Jun 20

Swapping Stuffs

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I started doing some swaps on Swap-bot again, after a long absence of ANY kind of swapping. I’ve received some postcards (yay for my collection…still at home…sigh), and then this week I got some awesome packages of notecards and stationery stuffs! I’m slowly building up to bigger swaps (as most of them have requirement of completing smaller ones before you’re allowed to participate). Here are some pics…most of the swappers I’ve experienced have been lovely, generous people that sent awesome stuff.

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A beautiful collection of notecards from Debbie as part of the Note Card Lovers swap . I really want to know where she found some of these!

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An awesome postcard, delicious tea, and beautiful papers from Cindy in the Pick 3 Things swap. And look at the amazing handmade card she sent! I wish I was that creative.


Then my other package from the Note Card Lovers Swap arrived today! From Charlie. Owls are my favorite, and I love the colors in the square cards. The card on the right was made from an old book.

I’m trying my hand at ATCs, mostly through Zentangling. Here is the one Zentangle ATC I’ve received so far. Isn’t it pretty? I’ve stuck to patterns only on mine so far, not tried to make a picture of anything.

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These are the two ATCs I’ve made so far. Really simple, but I’ve had fun playing with watercolor paint (my first time ever) and different inks.

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Here are some of the packages and letters I’ve sent out, all ready to go on their journey! I hope the people getting my swaps are as happy with them as I’ve been about the ones I’ve received.


May 26

Book Baristas’ Birthday Challenge

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Book Baristas is having a little 10 day challenge over on their Instagram, in honor of their one-year anniversary. I’m having so much fun I decided to post my pics for the challenge over here too! Because of course, the obsession continues. I had another book arrive in my mailbox today!!! πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€


Day 1: Book and a cafe drink…because what else would you be drinking while reading?

012Day 2: Books that made you cry.

I don’t have all my books, so the only other real tear-jerker I can think of isn’t here. I’m not counting books that just made me tear up a little, but the ones that actually had tears coming down my face. The list is pretty short, actually.

Rules of War:

Rule #1: Good men will die.
Rule #2: Not even Doc can change Rule #1.
Rule #3: For his brothers, Doc will die trying to change both Rule #1 and Rule #2.

I really don’t have anything else to say, other than this is where my heart is. I may not be in a combat arms position, but that doesn’t change the fact that my job is to conserve the fighting strength of my brothers and sisters, and if and when the time comes, to look Death in the face and say, “Not today. Not on my watch.”

Or so they tell me. We’ll see if I pass the test when my turn comes.


May 25

The Obsession Returns

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116It never really left, but it definitely had to take a back seat for awhile.

I have a lot of mild obsessions, so you might wonder which one I’m referring to THIS time. However, I can honestly say I’ve only had TWO lifelong obsessions, or at least two that quite literally date back to my very earliest memories. This one, rather inconvienient for someone who moves as often as I seem fated to do, is books. Not just reading them. Collecting them. I haven’t had all my books unpacked in almost 3 years now. When I moved the last time (to a permanent – or so I thought, haha – residence), one of my bookshelves, of course the largest, broke in transit so I literally had no room for them all, and I never replaced the shelf because…well, you know. The best laid plans of mice and men.

But now I’m in a new place. My place. Where I can collect MY things. Because when I move again, I’m paying someone to move my stuff. I swear I will. So I’m allowing myself to collect books (and other things…but that’s neither here nor there) again. I feel like I deserve it. I even had my longsuffering husband – he doesn’t quite understand my love of books but he puts up with it and appreciates that they look nice on the shelves – mail me a box from home that I thought I really just couldn’t live without any longer.

I’ve been here for a little over 3 weeks. The picture above was what my “collection” looked like when I got here. The picture below is what it looks like now. Some of those are the box from home. Some are courtesy of a couple Amazon late-night impulse purchases. I might also have about 10 more, purchased used from various places (most through Amazon), on their way to me. But goddamn if surface mail isn’t the slowest thing ever to an APO box. That said…I love looking at them. Isn’t that silly? But I do.

Also, I’ve been reading like there’s no tomorrow. I finished my 25 books in 2015 Challenge over on GoodReads. I have one book left of the stack I borrowed from the teeny tiny library here, and I’m halfway through that. I’m not borrowing any more books from the library until I’ve read all the ones I haven’t read up there on that little shelf. I’m not, I’m NOT!

I also updated (and reorganized, and regrouped, and retagged) my library on LibraryThing. Since I can’t physically shelve and organize the books, might as well do in virtually. I hadn’t been on there for awhile and didn’t realize I’d left some of X’s books on it…oops. That has since been remedied, and I actually don’t have nearly as many books as I thought. 256, not counting audiobooks or e-books. See, plenty of room to expand, right?

I think the postal clerks are tired of seeing me already. Oh well. Maybe I’ll make them some cookies. πŸ˜€