The Christmas Rose bag is creeping along. Part of my excuse for slow progress is that I can't take it with me. I'm used to doing bags from the bottom up, which makes them perfect candidates for take along knitting since they form their own container for the yarn; this bag, lovely as it is, works top-down and is thus somewhat of a PITA to tote. So I started another Multidirectional Scarf (using some Morehouse Merino I scored at the NYS Sheep and Wool Festival back in October). In the meantime, my Knitters Review buddy Kim has tagged me for a meme! I finally feel like one of the popular kids in high school. Here goes:
Four jobs in my life [best to worst]:
1. Waitress at the Brasserie Restaurant in Bennington, Vermont circa 1974. Nothing like coming home with tired feet, free food and money in your pocket.
2. Story analyst for various film companies, circa 1983-1985. I actually got to read books for a living. The perfect work-at-home job, until I had babies and didn't have time to work at home.
3. Word Processing Operator at a NYC corporate law firm. Where, in order to be with the above-mentioned babies during the week, I worked a 35 hour work week in two days. 7am-midnight, Saturday and Sunday. No better way to spoil a weekend than spending it with abusive attornies.
4. Admissions Director at a NYC nursery school. My current job. 275 applications for 30 spots. First stop of the Harvard-Yale-Princeton express. I judge two year olds. I'm not proud.
[I should note: I'm also not complaining. I feel compelled to cite the worst job ever, held by a friend who once labored in a hearing aid factory and had to clean the ear wax and hairs off the appliances returned for repair. Shudder.]
Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. The Godfather. "Leave the gun. Take the cannoli."
2. Dirty Dancing. "Nobody puts baby in a corner."
3. Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery. "Bring in the FEMBOTS!!"
4. Mommie Dearest. "Tina! Bring me the ax!!"
Four places I have lived:
1. NYC--every place else has been a drive-by, really.
2. Bennington, VT
3. Jaffrey, NH
4. Philadelphia, PA
Four places I have been on vacation:
1. Prince Edward Island, Canada
2. Martha's Vineyard, MA
3. Ocean Grove, NJ
4. Los Angeles, CA
Four websites I visit daily:
1. Knitters Review
2. Gawker
3. Television Without Pity
4. You Knit What?
Four of my favorite foods:
1. Mmmm...Fried Chicken
2. Mmmm...John's Pizza with sausage, peppers, onions and mushrooms.
3. Mmmm...rare, fatty steak
4. Mmmm...lobster. OK--Mmmm...butter.
Four places I'd rather be right now:
1. Prince Edward Island, Canada
2. Martha's Vineyard, MA
3. Ocean Grove, NJ
4. Bruce Springsteen concert, circa 1975. Third row, center.
Four bloggers I am tagging:
(last four knitters to announce new blogs on Knitter's Review):
Jessica
latoyadenise
Prof. Knitwit
Sappmamma
Whew.
2 comments:
Cool info! You made me remember my favorite line from Mommy Dearest: No more wire hangers! My mother hates wire hangers and replaces my daughter's wire hangers with plastic ones all the time. I don't complain because, hey, they are free hangers :-)
Ah, Mommie Dearest...a treasure trove of memorable quotes. Here's the "No. Wire. Hangers." speech in its entirety in case you ever want to use it for an audition:
"No... wire... hangers. What's wire hangers doing in this closet when I told you: no wire hangers EVER? I work and work 'till I'm half-dead, and I hear people saying, "She's getting old." And what do I get? A daughter... who cares as much about the beautiful dresses I give her... as she cares about me. What's wire hangers doing in this closet? Answer me. I buy you beautiful dresses, and you treat them like they were some dishrag. You do. Three hundred dollar dress on a wire hanger. We'll see how many you've got if they're hidden somewhere. We'll see... we'll see. Get out of that bed. All of this is coming out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. Out. You've got any more? We're gonna see how many wire hangers you've got in your closet. Wire hangers, why? Why? Christina, get out of that bed. Get out of that bed. You live in the most beautiful house in Brentwood and you don't care if your clothes are stretched out from wire hangers. And your room looks like some two-dollar-a-week furnished room in some two-bit back street town in Okalahoma. Get up. Get up. Clean up this mess."
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