We’ve added pineapple juice and substituted gin for the usual white wine in this twist on a traditional kir. Crème de cassis, a blackcurrant liqueur, still provides the drink with its distinctive flavor and, in this case, a lovely striated appearance.
¾ cup unsweetened pineapple juice
4 ounces (½ cup) gin
2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
2 teaspoons crème de cassis (blackcurrant-flavored liqueur)
In a pitcher, stir together pineapple juice, gin, and lemon juice. Divide between 2 highball glasses. Pour 1 teaspoon crème de cassis into center of each glass; do not stir. Carefully fill glasses with ice and serve immediately.
When you’re hurting is anything more comforting than snuggling up in a handmade blanket? I don’t think so. That’s why we’re starting the Tumblr Woobie Project, to make a blanket by hand to share with people within our community who are going through a hard time.
We’re looking for crocheters to get us started. The pattern we chose has 5 different granny square patterns. We need 12 of each square pattern, or a total of 60 squares for the complete blanket.
The pattern is available for free on Ravelry. Here are the guidelines to consider:
You can use whatever colors you like. This is a great opportunity to clean out your stash.
No animal fibers - cotton, hemp, acrylics, etc., only. (We don’t want to exclude people with allergies.) Please be mindful of shrinkage factors with regards to the next point…
Use the recommended yarn weight and hook size to get as close to the same gauge as possible. If you know you stitch loose or tight make your normal adjustments.
To sign up just put a message in my ask box and let me know which squares you are doing and how many of each. I’ll keep track so we don’t have too many or too few.
I’ll probably ask for a volunteer or two to help with the seaming as well, so if you’d be interested in that let me know.
Feel free to askbox me if you have any questions. Big thanks to Nicky and Marley for their help in picking out the pattern and getting the guidelines set.
Spill your thoughts on this one now that you’ve been at it for a while. Skinny whore. ;)
It is the same 3-2-1 system (3 minutes strength, 2 minutes cardio, 1 minute abs) as The 30 Day Shred, which is very comforting for me. The only real difference in the style is that there are 3 strength moves repeated twice at each interval. I actually like it better because it means each strength move is a bit shorter and, therefore, easier for me to get through.
All through week 1 I was skeptical that I could adjust to something new. Level 2 hooked me. I have actually, almost, enjoyed level 2. It is just the right challenge level for me. I sweat, it is hard, but with the exception of the “crow push ups” I can pretty much do it, so I don’t feel like a giant failure. I watched level 3 last night and I think it is going to be extremely difficult for me to keep up. I’ll probably do at least a few more days (or a week) on level 2 and then move up.
I can’t even think about level 4 right now. One day at a time.
“I” has died, suddenly, in your arms tonight. The cause of death is uncertain at this point, but reports suggest that it was either something you said or some kind of kiss. He is survived by you, the diary on the bedside table, and the cat in the cradle.
Who would have thought a boy like him could come to this? It’s a question often asked about I, and one that will now go unanswered, as he has died (in your arms (tonight)). It should be said, though, that he did die in the way he lived: With broken hearts lying all around him.
What we do know about I is that he kept looking for something he couldn’t get. What that something was, remains unclear. But it seems to be what led him to be in your arms (tonight), where he died.
One thing you could say about I towards the end of his life was that he didn’t see an easy way to get out of this. ‘This’ could possibly refer to your arms, and would probably indicate why he died in them, given the difficulties inherent in trying to lead a normal life while trapped inside someone’s arms.
Friends and relatives of I would often say that he was thrilled by fantasy. Well, now it seems apparent that he was thrilled by fantasy one too many times. Throughout his life he would follow his hands, not his head, even though he knew he was wrong.
To his credit, he tried to be discreet, but then he would blow it all away. Whether this is a contributing factor to I dying in your arms tonight is unknown, but certainly he’s lost and found and it’s his final mistake. A mistake he will never make again.
“I”: Born on a long, hot night, (just) died in your arms (tonight). He should have walked away.