Making your first “cowl”

The term “cowl” is not so¬†largely¬†used as the term “infinity scarf.” When people ask me “Jasper, what are you making?” and I respond “a cowl” they wonder all the more. Have I missed all of the fashion forward memos? Ah well. If you want to know how to make your own cowl, follow these instructions! It’s so easy ūüôā

Number one: begin casting-on 30 to 40 basic knit rows…


happy birthday little lady!

May 26th is her official birthday but her mama decided to throw an early shindig.

I think it’s safe to say the this little gal turned-three had a WONDERFUL time at her party! More details to come soon…

Things are about to get very very cute

This little man is very handsome.


“Anny Am”

¬†¬†¬†¬† This morning I passed a sign in the office’s break room that advertised “Aunty Em’s Donuts.” The flyer described cookies, cakes, donuts and other sweet confections available at a local bakery. Suddenly I was taken back to my days of Saturday-morning-anticipation for watching our family’s VHS recording of “the Wizard of Oz.” My mom always liked to tape the television-aired movies with no commercials but sometimes we’d forget to press “Record” at the end of a commercial. In the case of this copy of “The Wizard of Oz,” we missed the first, very important I might add, couple seconds of the poppy fields scene. Oh well. I promise you, there’s a point to this story. “Aunty Em’s” bakery sign reminded me that I always used to find my six-year-old-self repeating Dorothy’s cried for “Aunty Em, Aunty Em.” I was not a ham at all, mind you. But I always use to re-enact the scene, jetting frantically around the back yard with bonnet clutched worriedly around my ears, yelling “ANNY AM, ANNY AM!?!?!” That’s what I thought Dorothy was saying. It was not until 10 years later in my life when I heard people referring to family members or respected elders as “Aunty.” Perhaps it’s more “American” than I might have suspected but I’d never heard the term until I met Brits. Backwoods Oklahoma Kansas is about as American as anywhere can get, right?


CGS Youth camping trip to Hanging Rock State Park

These guys contemplated “toss the hot coal.” Progression from thought to action went something like this: “Should we play toss the hot coal, Nick?” Nick: “No way, that’s too dangerous!…Well, as long as we are very careful and just hit the fiery hot coal with the tippy-tip of our fingers.” Fiery hot coal toss begin! {Who tossed that perfectly descent poptart into the fire?!}

**Warning** : This is a photo-heavy post.Some of these photos should be captioned: “Just don’t ask.”

The youth group walks. The youth group talks. The youth group poses for photos with class, style and swagger. Don’t make us say it twice: “We love our camping story-go-round-the-fire-time like a love song.” The weekend was full of smiles, sleeping bags and hot cocoa filled Styrofoam cups bummed off of the neighbors.

There may have been poptarts roasted over the fire, as well.

This lady may not have fallen into the water…

While one of these ladies **I’ll let you take a stab at who lost her footing and took an accidental soaking** may have fallen into the water.

Is that the elder wand?

Hanging Rock State park may never be the same now that CGS has trekked it’s everlasting and rugged depths. Oh yes we did and none-the-worse-for wear are we.

Here we are, pre-40-mile-trek-stretch.* Hamstrings first, people!

It takes heart to accomplish days so chock-full of adventure, obstacle and challenge.* Is someone thinking we still don’t know who’s to blame for the cocoa shortage? Think again!

And it takes lots and lots of sugary foods to provide sustenance for these warriors.*

For one reason or another, CGS really really takes to scraggly-mangy-stray-campground-mutts. Because this poor Rhodesian-ridge back-mix, pledged to be seeking asylum in the quiet backwoods of North Carolina, was, nearly, the highlight of our time camping.

Much to his relief, attention turned back to roasting random items over the our sketchy, pamphlet-kindled campfire. All was well for Pooch, one again.

These ladies were delighted with themselves and their fire-searing banana trick. Needless to say, hot bananas are the new pancake.*

Nick may have contemplated new career options like dermatology*…Teresa learned more about smiling…and, well, Jasper was fixated on her fascination with pyrotechnics. Some people never change.

Some of our youth are currently studying to be free-lance tree climbers while others turn their focus toward meteorology and still-life photography.

Did you have a great time or what?! Again, if anyone was not aware that, primarily, one man was responsible for consuming 98% of the morning’s hot beverage rations, this photo stand to prove so.

Good times were had by all. Especially those of us who made it up the fire tower hike for a gorgeous sunset.

Not to worry parents, everyone stayed far away from the edge.

*No children, bananas, warts, animals, vegetables or minerals were harmed in the making of this article.

His name is “Notion” and he’s anything but “brilliant”

Some coworkers at the office and I were¬†discussing¬†the¬†possibility¬†of Disney cinema night. We could all sit out on the lawn at the foot of our tower and watch movies and eat popcorn outdoors. Yes, we do also happen to¬†accomplish¬†some work in our office, too…not just talk about Disney movies…sometimes. We happened to be chatting about of of Disney’ latest movies, Tangled, and my coworker said she’s heartbroken ever time¬†Rapunzel¬†sees her lover-boy willingly¬†abandoning¬†her in the boat {when he is, in actuality, tied to the mast) and I excitedly replied “Hey! You know what that’s called?!” Both coworkers eagerly ask “yeah, what?” And a blank look came to my face…”I forget now.” Yah, that’s all I had to say. “You’re a real literary critic, ain’t ya, Jasper?”
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Well, good day to you from balmy North Carolina! Don’t be mistaken by the¬†excitement¬†plastered across my face, I love the sun!

And lookie here at the little artwork I created while my aunt was away … don’t worry folks, she’ll be back tomorrow evening.You know just as well as I do that these things we call “brilliant notions” at one point or another can sometimes turn out to be pretty bad ideas. For instance: two years ago I had the “brilliant notion” that if I moved to Reno, NV to help some guy that I was in love with, that he’d want to marry me. NOT a brilliant notion. More on that story later…yesterday I told my friend at work a bit about it and after recovering from a gaping jaw, she said “no way!” Well, yes way.So here’s to a day full of more-than-brilliant notions for you! If you’ve got any you’d like to share, leave them below!

Have you ever had a brilliant or NOT-SO-BRILLIANT notion?