Life With Jules, and other stuff

(Update 2/28/09) Well, here it is the last day of February and I am still not done with the Polska. I guess my prediction was a little ambitious. LOL. Anyway, I have about 20 more rows partially finished from the top of the pattern and am hoping beyond hopes to have it completed this weekend. A lot will depend on what my dad wants to do ~ he generally likes to go for "Sunday drives" at any given moment and I like to go for the ride and with my camera! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I am 3/4 of the way finished. I should finish tonight or tomorrow sometime. Here's what it's looking like...

Well, I have gotten to the bottom of the first section I have been working on. The new pic will give an idea as to the size, which is rather small. I did happen to visit the Black Sheep Shop in Winter Park a couple of days ago. They specialize in Needlepoint, but do have a little bit for cross-stitchers. They directed me to a shop in Kissimmee called Needle Craft World. This store has tons of goodies for cross-stitchers! It also happens to be a little closer to home. I have linked both of these stores on my blog.

Unending Desire I have an unending desire To feel your body next to mine I have an unending desire To make passionate love to you All night long I have an unending desire To make the hot flames of love Burn to their highest degree I have an unending desire For your love and mine To combine Passionate as we are Our love binds us together Drawing pure ecstacy To our surfaces As the white hot flames Burn hotter With unending desire I ache to feel his closeness I ache to feel his desire I ache to feel his fullness I ache to feel his love He takes time to show me his love He takes time to show me he cares Unending desires build up Inside of me Making it impossible to breathe His love suffocates me With a passion As hot as fire Our love is as strong As ever before We bring out the youthfulness In one another And the playfulness In our love February 18, 1991

I have completed another semester (other than wrapping up a couple of things), with my major paper for the term turned in, so now I can concentrate on my stitching for a few weeks. Yeah!! :) I am hoping to complete the Polska Sampler and begin the new project I created recently. I am almost halfway through the Polska and will post updated pics later in the week.

I just wanted to post a poem of love on this Valentine's Day. Enjoy!! love to me means... love to me means seeing you with a smile on your face watching the sun set with you beside me. listening to you when you're upset understanding your fears your problems and your cheers. love to me means opening my eyes after a long nights rest and seeing you there watching me as i sleep opening the door to find a wonderful surprise the surprise of you standing there. i never know what you'll say i never know what i’ll say thinking of times we've spent together brings the warmth to my heart and looking back in time to that one moment when we embraced always brings a smile right to my face. that's what love means to me. march 15, 1989

I was visiting my grandma (if you read my other blog, this is my paternal grandma, not the one that passed) today and she read me a quote from a book she recently read. I decided to copy it down because it gave me an idea for a new pattern. Here is the pattern (at least a picture of it):

My father and I were eating supper a few nights ago and the conversation turned to poetry. He told me that he is surprised that two of his three children are into poetry to the extent that we write. My younger brother and I have both been writing for years and have enough to publish, but neither of us have had the opportunity to do so. I am published in a couple of anthologies through the International Library of Poetry, but it is of course not a paying gig. Anyway, through the years people have asked me why I became so interested in poetry and also who my favorite poets are. Well, I am going to attempt to answer both questions here. Some of my favorite poets are e.e. cummings, Robert Frost, William Shakespeare, and Walt Whitman. I am sure there are others, but these are the poets who left impressions on me. Why I became interested in poetry is more complex. In high school English we were given an assignment to write a poem. My poem was one of the better ones in the class, at least acc...