I am not a mathlete

You know what I mean, right?  A person who excels in math. Yeah. I'm not one of those.

This conversation occurred at the quilting retreat last weekend in Minnesota regarding my Snow Angels quilt:

Amanda Jean/ Terri: How big are you making that quilt?

Me:  9x9.

AJ/T (sounding uber impressed): Wow, really? You're making 81 of those blocks?

(Off on a tangent: see that cute little Funky/Flirty/Fabulous lady block to the side of Snow Angels? I think they liked each other. Amanda Jean made it--you can see it better here.)
 
Me (sounding quizzical): Huh? No, I'm making 9!

AJ/T: You just said you were making it 9 x 9. That's 81 blocks.

Me (thinking "duh"): Oh...I meant 3x3.

See what I mean? Apparently even basic multiplication is beyond my level of math expertise.

I would like to say that that was the end of my math problems regarding Snow Angels. However...

To make the maximum use of my pieced-together jellyroll strips, I decided to add a piano keys border. I didn't have enough to go around the entire quilt. I figured I had enough  for a 6 inch border on two sides. Nope not enough. So I sliced it in half and sewed strips together. Way too many strips. First was too wide and too short, then it was too narrow and too long. Maybe it's just this quilt in general...I'm determined to figure it out so I can post something for WIP Wednesday. Bet you can hardly wait...

It's true. I'm not a mathlete.

And in case you were wondering--I'm not an athlete either. Bummer.

Does Not Compute

Totally ripping off the blog post title from Audrie's post of yesterday. And thanks, Audrie. Hope you don't mind too much. Your conversation posts are some of my favorites!
Have any of you had to make the little wooden cars for a Pinewood Derby race? When Aaron was 10 or so, he and Mark carefully carved and painted a car each year for four years. Their cars weren't always the prettiest, but they were pretty fast. I was going through boxes in the attic trying to find some of Aaron's old storybooks that Charlotte and Levi would enjoy now. And I found four of these Pinewood Derby racecars.

Last night, Aaron was looking at his car from 1988, and on the bottom it said "a Grand Champ" (I think that carved out area was for weights or something to give the car some heft and make it speedier...).

Then this short conversation took place:

Aaron (handing the car over to Charlotte, who just turned 4 on Sunday): "Charlotte, this is what victory feels like."

Charlotte (handing the car back to her father): "Daddy, it just feels like wood."
Bonus picture: