The NFL released the 2011 schedule this evening. I'm still hopeful there will be a season this year.
You can view your team's schedule here: NFL Interactive Schedule.
Just a few interesting tidbits. The Arizona Cardinals have the easiest schedule, and oddly enough, the Carolina Panthers have the toughest. They had the worst record last season, and they get slapped by the toughest schedule. Funny how that works.
The Cowboys are right in the middle at #15, just below the defending Super Bowl Champion Green Bay Packers. The Cowboys also have the toughest schedule of the NFC East.
The Cowboys at the Jets will open up Sunday Night Football on September 11.
Fitting for the 10th anniversary of that.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
H Is For
Head.
In this case, a styrofoam wig head sent to me by my friend Kristen, and whom I've lovingly dubbed Charlotte.
OK, that's not entirely true. I lovingly dubbed her Georgette. She stubbornly insisted that she was Charlotte.
So Charlotte she is.
I didn't argue. She's kinda creepy, you know.
For that reason, she's not allowed in my bedroom. At all.
Ever.
.
In this case, a styrofoam wig head sent to me by my friend Kristen, and whom I've lovingly dubbed Charlotte.
OK, that's not entirely true. I lovingly dubbed her Georgette. She stubbornly insisted that she was Charlotte.
So Charlotte she is.
I didn't argue. She's kinda creepy, you know.
For that reason, she's not allowed in my bedroom. At all.
Ever.
.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
New Beginnings
I've always found the term new beginnings to be just a bit redundant. Aren't all beginnings new? Isn't the very definition of beginning to start something new, or when something new started? Uh, moving right along...
So, you know I was planning on doing Wendy Johnson's Cable and Lace socks next. I tried to cast on earlier this week, but couldn't wrap my brain around a cast-on that I've done a gajillion times. Well, today, I was determined to get them cast on...
So, what did I do instead? I cast on another hat. Yeah.
This is a variation of the Roundabout Sock pattern, knit in Scarlet Fleece painted marino, color Favorite Jeans.
OK, now before I head off to check myself into hat knitter's rehab, let me just show you that I did indeed get the socks cast on.
It still took me three tries to get the stupid cast on, but I persevered. I may rip it out and do it again even now. Her pattern has me casting on a total of 34 stitches--17 on each side, instep and sole. (She writes her patterns for 2 circs, a method I despise and will never use again. I'm adapting it to DPNs.) When I knit socks cuff down, I usually decrease to 24 stitches, or 12 per needle. This may make the toe just a bit too blunt for my foot, but we shall see.
Oh, the yarn is Cherry Tree Hill Supersock in Indian Summer.
So, you know I was planning on doing Wendy Johnson's Cable and Lace socks next. I tried to cast on earlier this week, but couldn't wrap my brain around a cast-on that I've done a gajillion times. Well, today, I was determined to get them cast on...
So, what did I do instead? I cast on another hat. Yeah.
This is a variation of the Roundabout Sock pattern, knit in Scarlet Fleece painted marino, color Favorite Jeans.
OK, now before I head off to check myself into hat knitter's rehab, let me just show you that I did indeed get the socks cast on.
It still took me three tries to get the stupid cast on, but I persevered. I may rip it out and do it again even now. Her pattern has me casting on a total of 34 stitches--17 on each side, instep and sole. (She writes her patterns for 2 circs, a method I despise and will never use again. I'm adapting it to DPNs.) When I knit socks cuff down, I usually decrease to 24 stitches, or 12 per needle. This may make the toe just a bit too blunt for my foot, but we shall see.
Oh, the yarn is Cherry Tree Hill Supersock in Indian Summer.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Oh, Pooh!
It's Saturday, and you know what that means. That means I have to be at work at 5 AM. I get there, and Former Group Leader Rod says to me, he says, "Ain't nobody up at this hour except raccoons and crazy people. I guess that makes us crazy people."
And after all that, we get there and don't have any parts to work with. We stand around --getting paid time and a half, mind you-- most of the day with nothing to do and they finally let us go home at lunch. I wasn't complaining.
Anyway, I get home, and Rylea has pooped in the living room again.
This is like, the third day in a row. This is so not normal for her, and by this time I'm pretty sure something is wrong, so off to the vet we go. He checks her out, and fortunately, it's nothing serious. He said she has colitis, something like an irritable bowel. It's pretty common in dogs, because they eat nasty, rotten stuff. They get an overgrowth of bacteria, and the intestine gets inflamed, and she poops where she shouldn't. He gave me a couple of medicines for her, and she should be right again in a few days.
The good news is, she's lost two more pounds since last time I had her weighed. She's down to 50 even. That's a total of 15 lbs she's lost since we started. In dog pounds, that's huge.
It ain't too shabby in people pounds, either.
I'd planned on maybe going to Batesville after work and getting some new work jeans, but after that, I decided to just stay home and knit. So that's what I did.
I got one more chart done on the Arwen Wrap, and another square knit on the Friendship Blankie.
Now, I'm off to watch one more episode of Cake Boss, then I really must go to bed.
Goodnight.
And after all that, we get there and don't have any parts to work with. We stand around --getting paid time and a half, mind you-- most of the day with nothing to do and they finally let us go home at lunch. I wasn't complaining.
Anyway, I get home, and Rylea has pooped in the living room again.
This is like, the third day in a row. This is so not normal for her, and by this time I'm pretty sure something is wrong, so off to the vet we go. He checks her out, and fortunately, it's nothing serious. He said she has colitis, something like an irritable bowel. It's pretty common in dogs, because they eat nasty, rotten stuff. They get an overgrowth of bacteria, and the intestine gets inflamed, and she poops where she shouldn't. He gave me a couple of medicines for her, and she should be right again in a few days.
The good news is, she's lost two more pounds since last time I had her weighed. She's down to 50 even. That's a total of 15 lbs she's lost since we started. In dog pounds, that's huge.
It ain't too shabby in people pounds, either.
I'd planned on maybe going to Batesville after work and getting some new work jeans, but after that, I decided to just stay home and knit. So that's what I did.
I got one more chart done on the Arwen Wrap, and another square knit on the Friendship Blankie.
Now, I'm off to watch one more episode of Cake Boss, then I really must go to bed.
Goodnight.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Bleh...
I haven't really been feeling well all this week, and today, it just all caught up with me. I tried to get up and go to work. I really did.
I got dressed, put on my makeup, even ate breakfast. But when I was standing in the bathroom trying to brush my teeth, and actually started crying because I just felt so bad, I knew it was time to take a day off.
So I did. I went back to bed for a little while, then spent the rest of the day reading, watching Netflixes and knitting. I didn't even get that much knitting done, though I did finish the Monkey Socks.
And yes, the one on the left does look significantly lighter than the one on the right. In fact, it looks old and faded. I don't know why it turned out that way. I'm hoping it's just dusty, and that washing them will fix that. I tried to cast on the next pair, which is the Cables and Lace pattern from Wendy D. Johnson's Socks From The Toe Up book, but I just couldn't figure out the cast-on. That's how I know I'm still not quite right. I've done that very same cast-on a gajillion times, but this time I couldn't make it work.
You wanna know how badly I've felt this week? I got a bunch of new Cowboys swag that I've had since Tuesday, and I haven't even told you about.
Not the Jason Witten action figure --to go with the DeMarcus Ware and Terrell Owens I already have.
Nor the two new pairs of earrings, which were on sale at half price, just in case I lose another one.
Or the two star decals, one of which is going on Jimmy's back window, in the opposite corner from my True Blue sticker.
Or the 50th anniversary cap, here modeled by Charlotte.
She's so accommodating.
I was going to tell you about the details. The patch on the front.
and the lettering on the back
and the brim
And I was going to tell you how my shelf is getting mighty full, and that I'm going to need to expand my shrine here pretty quick.
But I just haven't felt like it.
Want to know how bad I really feel? This bad:
I'm about to skip Bones and go to bed.
Yea. That bad.
I got dressed, put on my makeup, even ate breakfast. But when I was standing in the bathroom trying to brush my teeth, and actually started crying because I just felt so bad, I knew it was time to take a day off.
So I did. I went back to bed for a little while, then spent the rest of the day reading, watching Netflixes and knitting. I didn't even get that much knitting done, though I did finish the Monkey Socks.
And yes, the one on the left does look significantly lighter than the one on the right. In fact, it looks old and faded. I don't know why it turned out that way. I'm hoping it's just dusty, and that washing them will fix that. I tried to cast on the next pair, which is the Cables and Lace pattern from Wendy D. Johnson's Socks From The Toe Up book, but I just couldn't figure out the cast-on. That's how I know I'm still not quite right. I've done that very same cast-on a gajillion times, but this time I couldn't make it work.
You wanna know how badly I've felt this week? I got a bunch of new Cowboys swag that I've had since Tuesday, and I haven't even told you about.
Not the Jason Witten action figure --to go with the DeMarcus Ware and Terrell Owens I already have.
Nor the two new pairs of earrings, which were on sale at half price, just in case I lose another one.
Or the two star decals, one of which is going on Jimmy's back window, in the opposite corner from my True Blue sticker.
Or the 50th anniversary cap, here modeled by Charlotte.
She's so accommodating.
I was going to tell you about the details. The patch on the front.
and the lettering on the back
and the brim
And I was going to tell you how my shelf is getting mighty full, and that I'm going to need to expand my shrine here pretty quick.
But I just haven't felt like it.
Want to know how bad I really feel? This bad:
I'm about to skip Bones and go to bed.
Yea. That bad.
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
I'm Through Waiting
on the waiting hat, that is.
Charlotte was kind enough to model it for me, even though it hasn't been washed and blocked yet.
I have one more hank of superwash wool to wind and knit, but that'll have to wait until tomorrow. I'm going to bed.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sea Fever
April is National Poetry Month. I had intended to post several of my favorite poems throughout the month, but I seem to have gotten a bit of a late start. Still, we must persevere.
This poem was one of my dad's favorites. I often remember him quoting lines from it. He had a love for all things nautical, my dad did. Now, I don't mean cute little seashells in fake nets hanging in your bathroom. No, I mean seafaring stuff.
He passed that on to me. By the time I was twelve, I could tie some 50 different knots (but don't ask me to do it today), read a sextant, and throw a harpoon. OK, it wasn't a real harpoon. It was a long piece of bamboo, but I had the technique down pat. We sometimes used to pretend in the back yard that he was a sea captain and I was his first mate. I'd climb to the top of the swing set, and he'd give me orders. I'd shout them to an imaginary crew.
One summer, my dad and I (and my older brother until he got bored with it) sailed imaginary ships carrying imaginary cargo from Boston to San Fransisco. Each day, we'd plot our progress on a map, and make little imaginary log entries. I wasn't but 8 or 9, but I still remember that vividly. My ship was named the West Wind, and my dad's was the Cutty Sark. My brother's ship was the Flying Cloud.
Anyway, in memory of my dad, who loved the sea, I give you his favorite poem:
Sea Fever
By John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
This poem was one of my dad's favorites. I often remember him quoting lines from it. He had a love for all things nautical, my dad did. Now, I don't mean cute little seashells in fake nets hanging in your bathroom. No, I mean seafaring stuff.
He passed that on to me. By the time I was twelve, I could tie some 50 different knots (but don't ask me to do it today), read a sextant, and throw a harpoon. OK, it wasn't a real harpoon. It was a long piece of bamboo, but I had the technique down pat. We sometimes used to pretend in the back yard that he was a sea captain and I was his first mate. I'd climb to the top of the swing set, and he'd give me orders. I'd shout them to an imaginary crew.
One summer, my dad and I (and my older brother until he got bored with it) sailed imaginary ships carrying imaginary cargo from Boston to San Fransisco. Each day, we'd plot our progress on a map, and make little imaginary log entries. I wasn't but 8 or 9, but I still remember that vividly. My ship was named the West Wind, and my dad's was the Cutty Sark. My brother's ship was the Flying Cloud.
Anyway, in memory of my dad, who loved the sea, I give you his favorite poem:
Sea Fever
By John Masefield
I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
It Was On A Sunday
This day did not start off well.
Well, it really started yesterday, or last night, as it were. Somehow, a red wasp managed to get into the bed with me. Stupid thing stung me three times before I could kill it. As luck would have it, red wasps are one of the things that, yes, I am allergic to.
People often ask me what all I'm allergic to, and I usually respond, "Does it exist? Then there's a good chance I'm allergic to it."
Red wasps exist. Therefore I am allergic. I immediately got up and took two Benadryl to lessen any reaction I might have, but I still stayed awake for an hour or so, just to make sure I wouldn't go anaphylactic.
I never have before, but there's always a first time.
Once I was pretty sure I wouldn't die, I went on back to sleep, for a few hours at least. I got up this morning and went to church with a Benadryl hangover. The sermon was good -- I think. I'm not entirely sure.
Once the Benadryl wore off, I started experiencing allergy symptoms. In the case of red wasps, it feels like I have the flu. Achy, tired, no energy, and nausea, in addition to localized whelping and itching.
Note: It is surprisingly difficult to take a photo of the inside of one's arm. And no, that is not a wedding ring.
After church, I spent the rest of the day watching the three Narnia movies and knitting. I got through chart B of the Arwen wrap,
and past the gusset decreases on Monkey sock #2.
Three more pattern repeats, and I'll be ready for the toe decreases.
James came over and nailed my shingles back down, which made Rylea very nervous. She ended up hiding behind the chair until he was done. But those shingles won't come loose again.
And now, the second dose of Benadryl is kicking in, so I'd better go lay down before I get too loopy.
Bye, now.
Well, it really started yesterday, or last night, as it were. Somehow, a red wasp managed to get into the bed with me. Stupid thing stung me three times before I could kill it. As luck would have it, red wasps are one of the things that, yes, I am allergic to.
People often ask me what all I'm allergic to, and I usually respond, "Does it exist? Then there's a good chance I'm allergic to it."
Red wasps exist. Therefore I am allergic. I immediately got up and took two Benadryl to lessen any reaction I might have, but I still stayed awake for an hour or so, just to make sure I wouldn't go anaphylactic.
I never have before, but there's always a first time.
Once I was pretty sure I wouldn't die, I went on back to sleep, for a few hours at least. I got up this morning and went to church with a Benadryl hangover. The sermon was good -- I think. I'm not entirely sure.
Once the Benadryl wore off, I started experiencing allergy symptoms. In the case of red wasps, it feels like I have the flu. Achy, tired, no energy, and nausea, in addition to localized whelping and itching.
Note: It is surprisingly difficult to take a photo of the inside of one's arm. And no, that is not a wedding ring.
After church, I spent the rest of the day watching the three Narnia movies and knitting. I got through chart B of the Arwen wrap,
and past the gusset decreases on Monkey sock #2.
Three more pattern repeats, and I'll be ready for the toe decreases.
James came over and nailed my shingles back down, which made Rylea very nervous. She ended up hiding behind the chair until he was done. But those shingles won't come loose again.
And now, the second dose of Benadryl is kicking in, so I'd better go lay down before I get too loopy.
Bye, now.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
Good News And Bad News
The insurance lady came by yesterday and looked at my roof. She said that she didn't think it would cost that much to fix it. It would probably actually be less than my deductible. On his way to work later that day, James stopped and climbed up there himself. After looking at it, he said that he didn't think the shingles were actually damaged. The wind had just pulled the tacks out and rolled them back. So, today, he and Cody got up there and straightened them out.
You can hardly even tell where they were peeled back. Tomorrow after church, they are going to tack them back down, then spread some kind of sealer over the nail holes so that they don't leak. So, it just will cost me the price of the nails and sealer. That is a relief!
The second monkey sock is still creeping along.
I'm about halfway through the gusset decreases, but had to take a break because the Arwen Wrap was calling my name.
This is after completing Chart A. It's knit in DK weight, which after knitting with sock and lace weight feels a bit like knitting with rope!
I rented a movie from Netflix called Mississippi Masala. Now, the movie itself wasn't that great. At least I didn't think so, but the fun part is that the hotel it is filmed in was right here in Grenada. OK, the movie was set in Greenwood, which is just up the road, but they filmed at least part of it here at the old Monte Christo. The hotel was torn down several years ago, but it brought back some fond memories. Well, not of the hotel, since I never actually went there, but of what Grenada used to look like. It was fun seeing the Penny Pincher gas station in the background, and the fire station, and the empty space where the Kangaroo gas station is now. Vanessa and I were talking about it at work, and she was telling me how all the people in Grocery Basket gasped and stared when Denzel went in there to buy orange juice. I was still overseas at the time, so I missed out on all that. Such is life.
Now for the bad news. Former Group Leader Rod's mama is in the hospital. I don't know what is wrong with her, though, other than that she is just getting old. I asked him this morning how she was doing, and he just said, "pray". So, my fellow prayer warriors, I'm calling on you once again. It's time to go into battle, this time on behalf of Rod's Mama.
I know I can count on you.
You can hardly even tell where they were peeled back. Tomorrow after church, they are going to tack them back down, then spread some kind of sealer over the nail holes so that they don't leak. So, it just will cost me the price of the nails and sealer. That is a relief!
The second monkey sock is still creeping along.
I'm about halfway through the gusset decreases, but had to take a break because the Arwen Wrap was calling my name.
This is after completing Chart A. It's knit in DK weight, which after knitting with sock and lace weight feels a bit like knitting with rope!
I rented a movie from Netflix called Mississippi Masala. Now, the movie itself wasn't that great. At least I didn't think so, but the fun part is that the hotel it is filmed in was right here in Grenada. OK, the movie was set in Greenwood, which is just up the road, but they filmed at least part of it here at the old Monte Christo. The hotel was torn down several years ago, but it brought back some fond memories. Well, not of the hotel, since I never actually went there, but of what Grenada used to look like. It was fun seeing the Penny Pincher gas station in the background, and the fire station, and the empty space where the Kangaroo gas station is now. Vanessa and I were talking about it at work, and she was telling me how all the people in Grocery Basket gasped and stared when Denzel went in there to buy orange juice. I was still overseas at the time, so I missed out on all that. Such is life.
Now for the bad news. Former Group Leader Rod's mama is in the hospital. I don't know what is wrong with her, though, other than that she is just getting old. I asked him this morning how she was doing, and he just said, "pray". So, my fellow prayer warriors, I'm calling on you once again. It's time to go into battle, this time on behalf of Rod's Mama.
I know I can count on you.
Thursday, April 07, 2011
Not Quite Unscathed
I thought I'd escaped damage from Monday's storms, but not so fast.
James called me outside this afternoon and showed me this.
Seems the high winds had peeled back some of my shingles.
Boy, am I glad I paid my insurance premiums! I dug out my forms, and found the information I needed to contact them. Then I went to their website and filed a claim.
Yes, I filled out the claim form online. I've told you before.
My phone issues run deep.
Hello, my name is Becky, and I have telephonophobia.
But at least I have homeowner's insurance.
James called me outside this afternoon and showed me this.
Seems the high winds had peeled back some of my shingles.
Boy, am I glad I paid my insurance premiums! I dug out my forms, and found the information I needed to contact them. Then I went to their website and filed a claim.
Yes, I filled out the claim form online. I've told you before.
My phone issues run deep.
Hello, my name is Becky, and I have telephonophobia.
But at least I have homeowner's insurance.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Neither Whiskers Nor WIPs
today. I've barely found time to knit since Sunday, and yet as I look back, I wonder what it is that I have done these last three days. I have managed to get the waiting hat to the point where I can start decreases, but it looks just the same as it did yesterday, since I only needed two more rounds.
No Whiskers either, since I figure you've all seen enough photos of the cat a) sleeping, or b) glaring at the camera. If I can catch her doing something cute or different, I'll post it, but for now, I'm going to give Whiskers on Wednesday a rest.
One of the reasons I haven't gotten much knitting done is that I've been reading I Beat The Odds, by Michael Oher. You remember him. He was the kid from The Blind Side movie, now starting left tackle for the Baltimore Ravens. I love that movie. Well, the church library got the book, so I checked it out. After two weeks, I discovered that I'd only read two chapters. Now, I'm determined to finish it before Sunday, so I can take it back.
It's pretty good so far.
Oh, and only two more days until The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader comes out! You know I'll be at Wal-Mart just as soon as work lets out.
Well, off to read some more...
No Whiskers either, since I figure you've all seen enough photos of the cat a) sleeping, or b) glaring at the camera. If I can catch her doing something cute or different, I'll post it, but for now, I'm going to give Whiskers on Wednesday a rest.
One of the reasons I haven't gotten much knitting done is that I've been reading I Beat The Odds, by Michael Oher. You remember him. He was the kid from The Blind Side movie, now starting left tackle for the Baltimore Ravens. I love that movie. Well, the church library got the book, so I checked it out. After two weeks, I discovered that I'd only read two chapters. Now, I'm determined to finish it before Sunday, so I can take it back.
It's pretty good so far.
Oh, and only two more days until The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader comes out! You know I'll be at Wal-Mart just as soon as work lets out.
Well, off to read some more...
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
I'm A Princess
A temporary princess, at least. I took a half day off work and went to the dentist. I got a temporary crown put on, and the permanent crown will be ready in about three weeks. I wonder if that'll make me queen.
I'd planned on going to get a chocolate milk shake afterward, to console myself, only Burger King's shake machine was out of order, and I didn't feel like battling the road construction to get over to McDonald's or Wendy's. So, I just came on home and made myself an extra chocolaty glass of chocolate milk.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, with temps in the mid 60's-- and the retriever trials are over-- so I got to take the dogs for a walk. It was nice to have our dirt road all to ourselves again. I enjoy the solitude. I think I saw one of the bald eagles again, but I never could get close enough to be sure. And look! I got a tan:
I am no longer blinding white. Now, I'm more um...eggshell. Yeah, and by the end of the summer, I'll actually be closer to ecru. I'm so excited!
It felt so good being at home and not being completely worn out that I actually cooked. Fried chicken and french fries.
I'm expecting the nutrition police to break down my door in 3...2...1...
I'm sad to say that precious little progress has been made on the Monkey sock these last two days. The waiting hat, on the other hand, is almost ready for me to begin the crown decreases.
I guess that means I do a lot of waiting.
One thing I do know is that it means I'm almost out of washable, worsted wool. And that means road trip! I may just have to get up to Southaven before our Memphis Meetup next month.
Or else put in another order to Knitpicks...
Hey, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it!
I'd planned on going to get a chocolate milk shake afterward, to console myself, only Burger King's shake machine was out of order, and I didn't feel like battling the road construction to get over to McDonald's or Wendy's. So, I just came on home and made myself an extra chocolaty glass of chocolate milk.
It was a beautiful, sunny day, with temps in the mid 60's-- and the retriever trials are over-- so I got to take the dogs for a walk. It was nice to have our dirt road all to ourselves again. I enjoy the solitude. I think I saw one of the bald eagles again, but I never could get close enough to be sure. And look! I got a tan:
I am no longer blinding white. Now, I'm more um...eggshell. Yeah, and by the end of the summer, I'll actually be closer to ecru. I'm so excited!
It felt so good being at home and not being completely worn out that I actually cooked. Fried chicken and french fries.
I'm expecting the nutrition police to break down my door in 3...2...1...
I'm sad to say that precious little progress has been made on the Monkey sock these last two days. The waiting hat, on the other hand, is almost ready for me to begin the crown decreases.
I guess that means I do a lot of waiting.
One thing I do know is that it means I'm almost out of washable, worsted wool. And that means road trip! I may just have to get up to Southaven before our Memphis Meetup next month.
Or else put in another order to Knitpicks...
Hey, it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it!
Monday, April 04, 2011
G Is For
well, the plan was to go down and take a photo of Grenada Lake, but as it has been storming since noon, I had to settle for plan B. And plan B means that G is for
A Group Of Grapes.
A Group of Green Grapes, at that.
It came from an old Peanuts cartoon, in which Linus asks Lucy if she took his group of grapes. She corrects him, even as she is scarfing down every last grape. I've said "group of grapes" ever since.
Funny the things that can be a lifelong influence...
A Group Of Grapes.
A Group of Green Grapes, at that.
It came from an old Peanuts cartoon, in which Linus asks Lucy if she took his group of grapes. She corrects him, even as she is scarfing down every last grape. I've said "group of grapes" ever since.
Funny the things that can be a lifelong influence...
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Into The Home Stretch
on the second Monkey sock.
I got quite a bit of progress made because, yes, I was a heathen and stayed home from church. I slept like 10 hours last night, and by the time I woke up, I just didn't feel like rushing to get there.
I figure if Jesus fell asleep in the bottom of a fishing boat in the middle of a raging storm, he understands what tired is.
So, I stayed home, watched movies and knit all day. I'm tempted to do it again tomorrow.
I'll let you know how that goes.
I got quite a bit of progress made because, yes, I was a heathen and stayed home from church. I slept like 10 hours last night, and by the time I woke up, I just didn't feel like rushing to get there.
I figure if Jesus fell asleep in the bottom of a fishing boat in the middle of a raging storm, he understands what tired is.
So, I stayed home, watched movies and knit all day. I'm tempted to do it again tomorrow.
I'll let you know how that goes.
Friday, April 01, 2011
In Which
Your Normally Stoic Blogger Jumps Up And Says, "Squeeee!"
And why does said normally stoic blogger give in to such displays of emotion? Because look what came in the mail:
This is Wendy D. Johnson's second sock book, which I've been wanting for a while. It has some lovely patterns in it. Best of all, it was a gift from Kat.
You remember Kat. We met her in Southaven last December. She is an Arkansas fan, but we don't hold that against her. Do we Amy? Anyway, Kat had somehow ended up with two copies of the book, so she just up and sent me one of them! How cool is that? I tell you, knitters are the best and most generous people on the face of the earth!
The only problem is, most of the socks in this book --and in Wendy's first one-- need to be knit in solid color yarns. I am woefully bereft of solid color sock yarn. Which means I need to buy some, so I can knit these lovely socks.
Good thing it doesn't count as stash.
It doesn't, does it?
On the other hand, the second Monkey has been cast on.
This is not so much a case of Second Sock Syndrome as 10 hour work day syndrome. Kind of a bummer how much work sucks the life out of you. And yes, I do have to work tomorrow, too. But I've got some new movies from Netflix, so I plan on vegging out in front of the TV after work.
Wanna hear something sad? Someone asked me out for tomorrow night. I haven't had a date in years, and I got asked out. But, I had to decline, because I'm just too bone weary to go. Actually, he wanted to come to my house --with pizza-- and watch The Hurt Locker with me, but I can't relax when someone is in my house. I want to put on my flannel nightie and just chill. I can't do that with him here. So, I suggested we go out for pizza one day. I'm thinking the Sunday buffet after church. That'd suit me much better.
Remember yesterday when I told you some people were hunting down my dirt road? Well, it turns out they weren't hunting at all. They were holding retriever trials. Here, in our podunk town in the middle of nowhere, down the dirt road I walk my dog every day, retriever trials. Pretty cool, huh?
Before I leave you for tonight, I though I'd show you what I had for supper. Lunch meat, cheese, and grapes.
Let's see you married folks get away with that! Bwahahahahaha!!!
It's OK. I'm alright, now.
I think.
*Sigh*
And why does said normally stoic blogger give in to such displays of emotion? Because look what came in the mail:
This is Wendy D. Johnson's second sock book, which I've been wanting for a while. It has some lovely patterns in it. Best of all, it was a gift from Kat.
You remember Kat. We met her in Southaven last December. She is an Arkansas fan, but we don't hold that against her. Do we Amy? Anyway, Kat had somehow ended up with two copies of the book, so she just up and sent me one of them! How cool is that? I tell you, knitters are the best and most generous people on the face of the earth!
The only problem is, most of the socks in this book --and in Wendy's first one-- need to be knit in solid color yarns. I am woefully bereft of solid color sock yarn. Which means I need to buy some, so I can knit these lovely socks.
Good thing it doesn't count as stash.
It doesn't, does it?
On the other hand, the second Monkey has been cast on.
This is not so much a case of Second Sock Syndrome as 10 hour work day syndrome. Kind of a bummer how much work sucks the life out of you. And yes, I do have to work tomorrow, too. But I've got some new movies from Netflix, so I plan on vegging out in front of the TV after work.
Wanna hear something sad? Someone asked me out for tomorrow night. I haven't had a date in years, and I got asked out. But, I had to decline, because I'm just too bone weary to go. Actually, he wanted to come to my house --with pizza-- and watch The Hurt Locker with me, but I can't relax when someone is in my house. I want to put on my flannel nightie and just chill. I can't do that with him here. So, I suggested we go out for pizza one day. I'm thinking the Sunday buffet after church. That'd suit me much better.
Remember yesterday when I told you some people were hunting down my dirt road? Well, it turns out they weren't hunting at all. They were holding retriever trials. Here, in our podunk town in the middle of nowhere, down the dirt road I walk my dog every day, retriever trials. Pretty cool, huh?
Before I leave you for tonight, I though I'd show you what I had for supper. Lunch meat, cheese, and grapes.
Let's see you married folks get away with that! Bwahahahahaha!!!
It's OK. I'm alright, now.
I think.
*Sigh*
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