Things have been very busy since Friday, hence little knitting and posting. The weekend was mostly work, work, work. This is the last week of summer classes and while I set up the schedule with student projects and oral reports on the last 2 days (yay!! less prep for me), it does leave me with lots of last minute grading.

But Friday I didn't end up going to AC Moore for knitting needles and as such Argyle Tank has not been started. Why didn't I go to AC Moore? Well, mostly because of a phone call I got on Friday (and also because the neary-by AC Moore is located down the most evil of all roads that is even more evil than normal because of construction, making a 13 minute drive at least triple that). But let me back up a bit... remember that exciting email I mentioned a few posts back? While it was about a position for this current year at another university. It isn't a JOB job, but it would be a great 1 year part time opportunity. So I sent in my application. On Friday (while driving to my office), I got a phone call from the chair of the department (I swear, normally I don't answer my cell phone in the car, but I was already on campus and just down the road from the parking lot I was heading to). Of course, my cell phone was nearly dead, so while I was trying to arrange the details with her, I was thinking "don't die, don't die, please don't die." When she started giving me directions that included long pauses to count the number of lights, I was sure my phone was going to die and result in a horribly embarassing situation. Fortunately, it held out. And so I didn't go to AC Moore because I knew that very nearby the interview site was a real yarn store, so I figured needles could wait. Fast forward through the weekend and the Sunday night freak out because I have no appropriate summer "interviewy" clothes. Sunday night I set the alarm for 7am because I've been getting up early before class to exercise (yay me!). We have a stupid alarm clock that sometimes screws up the real time when you set the alarm. On the good side, I noticed the screwed up real time. On the bad side, I apparently fixed the real time to the wrong time. In the end, when the alarm went off on Monday morning, I thought wow, I'm so tired and it is still dark outside. I ignored the dark and blamed the tired on tossing and turning all night with nervousness. I get downstairs in my exercise clothes, yawn, and realize that it is dark because I'm up at 6am! Argh! I decide I might as well just stay up at this point. So I exercise, shower, prep for class, teach class, and then get in my car to drive to the interview. I get there much earlier than I anticipated so I decide to go to the yarn store first. As I walk up to the front of the store (after a horrible parallel parking experience), I think "hmmm, the store looks dark." Sure enough, IT WAS CLOSED! CLOSED! I stood outside the store dumbfounded for several minutes. Instead of spending a relaxing hour petting yarn before my big interview, I got to sit in the buidling of the interview and grade papers. In the end, the interviews went really well (hint to other academics or future academics out there... ask questions so that your interviewers talk... academics like to talk and talk, and you have to answer less!). I was interviewing for nearly 3 hours, and they seemed impressed with my accomplishments. Funnily, I included knitting on my CV at the end in "other interests". I listed my Sexie pattern as a published pattern and the fact that I've taught knitting for 2 years. Two of the male professors I interviewed with asked me about the knitting, and seemed impressed by it... and it certainly seemed like something that made me stand out. So yay knitting! I don't know when I'll hear anything about the position, so keep your needles crossed for me! If I get the position it will be a great experience, but probably will entail less knitting time (and more driving time).

Oh, and Brian the Sheep made it to Europe! Kim will give him a great home!

And lastly, my KSKP got her kit a bit ago and loved it! Apparently she has to fight her daughter for the bag.