Comments on: The SoC “But since I wasn’t blogging then…” contest

By: maryse

maryse — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 18:26:15 +0000

i started blogging a year after i planned my wedding. i definitely would have blogged about how much i hated planning a wedding. how stressful it was to have your future nieces as your bridesmaids when you weren’t sure their mother liked you, why oh why did i need to make my invitations (i’m actually glad that i didn’t read blogs back then either, because i would have stressed that my invitations weren’t good enough), etc.

By: Kelle

Kelle — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 16:42:49 +0000

Before I was blogging I would probably would have blogged about picking up a copy of Alice Starmore’s knitting book, The Celtic collection. I thought I would give fair isle knitting a try and knit the Lindisfarne Sweater as my first project. For the first time I actually went to a yarn store to buy wool yarn. Hundreds of $ of Shetland wool in 14 different colors. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time but looking at it now, I can’t think what possessed me to knit anything that complicated for my first fair isle project.

By: me

me — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 15:55:37 +0000

i moved in with my bf early in our relationship, some may say a little too… but we had been living together for a good two months when my usual “i want a kitty!” whines started up again.
i love having a cat in the house and i had been missing it since my baby shawn had “run away” the year or so before, and my other baby zachery passed of cancer the year before that.
the space we were sharing was much too small and his parents didn’t really want us to have a pet, so i’d resigned myself to waiting.
until i got this mysterious phone call from a close friend.
“are you home?”
“yes…”
“good. i’m coming over. and i have something for you.”
i thought it was my helmet, or maybe a pair of sneakers i’d left there a few weekends before. needless to say my interest was piqued. what could have been so important?
well… she calls back when she gets in the driveway and i make my way out.
she’s standing at her car door holding something out to me in her hand. “do you want this?”
the smallest, scruffiest, cutest little bundle of gray and white fur ever was hanging there limply, as kittens tend to do.
talk about melted heart.. she thrust him into my arms and he just fell right asleep.
they were pissed that he was so calm with me but had been scratchy scratchy with them.
br was horrified and demanded they take it back but how could i let go of such a little thing? it took a lot of begging and pleading and pouting but…

that’s the story of how we got the temperamental pain in the ass that is napoleon!

By: meg

meg — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 15:50:46 +0000

great contest! it’s been fun reading all the stories.

i would have blogged about how i was in my last semester of college (after 13 years in and out) working full time, learning to knit, and training for my first triathlon all at the same time. i still don’t know how i did it or where all that motivation went.

By: Kara

Kara — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 12:13:08 +0000

I do like the idea of this contest, too! It took me awhile to think of what I would post, since most of my life is mundane.

Most likely, everyone would have been privy to my trek through Europe. I was gone with one of my closest friends for a month, and we went to seven countries, but only spoke the language in three! I hated Paris, since we were there during the summer of 2003. It topped 95 degrees Fahrenheit every day we were there. I also learned how to use an Italian washing machine and figured out the transit system everywhere.