You know how sometimes, when you're looking really bad, didn't get much sleep, didn't do your makeup, have a bad hair day, etc. someone will inevitably come up to you and say, "You look like you're getting sick." or "You look tired." Basically, a nice way of saying, "Hey, you look bad!"

Well, not at my workplace. There is absolutely no beating around the bush. I walk in today, and one of my coworkers says, "You look tired. Actually, you look like ***BLEEP****." (Sadly, I have to edit most of my coworkers' musings to make them appropriate for the public.) I'm just not really sure how to respond to these things. "Hmmm," I said, "I'm not wearing blush." As if blush fixes all things. As if putting a little blush on a pile of poop makes it look less disgusting. Thank you, blush, for creating a world in which people accept me.

Got a rejection from knitty.com last week. I submitted a pattern that I designed and I just got the news that it's been rejected. Little sad for me. I thought it was good, albeit slightly complicated. Charts and crap. But overall, I thought it was good. Oh well, I'll offer it online on Rav, and maybe get some hits. I'm designing a sweater that I hope they'll like a little better. My knit night ladies seem to think it has promise.

Fundraising for the 3-day is going pretty good. I knit some stuff that I'm selling at my mom's salon, I've painted a few things that are up for sale there too...pictures to be posted here if I ever take any. I'm working on getting an Etsy site set up for my painting too. I'm making soup every week for my sis to take along to school--the other teachers pay $3 a bowl for lunch. We're making a little bit, and every little bit helps a lot! If my coworkers didn't steal so much, I'd think about doing the soup or a bake sale here, but I'm pretty sure I'd lose money on that deal.

I've been thinking a lot lately about what it means to love my enemies. I think it might be a lot like parenting--you can genuinely love your kids, and still not like them when they are being rotten. You know? I don't think that God calls us to like everyone (not really sure that's even possible. Have you met my coworkers?), but I do think we need to love people. Not tolerate--LOVE. That's a high calling. I've got to ponder that some more.

Off to book club tonight! Can't wait for a good discussion (and good drinks) with the girls!