Yeah, I swear every now and then. I guess that makes me a naughty little monkey. If you have a problem with that, more power to ya. Everyone needs a hobby.
WIPs
Gong Stampato
FOs
Hot Head x 2
Ribbed-for-Her-Pleasure-Scarf
'04
Hot Head x 1
Top Secret
Black Bag
Zeeby's Bag
Big Bad Baby Blanket
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Sunday, December 05, 2004 |
Theta...damsel in distress Did I ever tell you why Theta drives me totally nuts? Because somedays, I could go on about it forever.
I have these windows in my room. They meet with the celling and are just for light/decoration. There's not an actual 'windowsill,' just a tiny indent not wide enough to set anything on. Outside of the window are some trees and birds frequently run up and down the outside border. One morning, I awoke to the cats jumping from my desk and grabbing on to the ledge under the window. It was one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen them do. Obviously, they were after the birdies, but there was no physical way for them to get to the window. That didn't mean they gave up. They launched themselves up the wall, grasped on to the ledge with their little paws and hung there for a second or too, not really sure what to do with themselves. Then, they'd let go and try again. This annoyed me for two reasons. The first was that I feared for their safety. The next was they were keeping me from sleeping. I shushed at them, which got them to quit at the time, but the prank was pulled every once in a while. I guess it's maddening to hear those birds outside and not be able to get to them. One afternoon, I walked into my room to this: 
I have no idea how she got up there. I can just imagine her paws digging into the wood while her little feet furiously scrape at the brick. You can see how the ledge is only about as wide as her paws. Once she got up there, she had no where to go! Me and my brother spent a few minutes rolling around laughing before Theta got the courage to jump back down. I will admit that I was worried that she might hurt herself. She landed on my bed, which wasn't far away, and walked away like nothing happened. But the best part is I haven't seen them try to get back up there since.
I let Mike run around with the digital camera this weekend and then forgot it at his apartment. I did work on my projects and I've got the very tip-tops of my socks starting to take shape. I think that something is terribly wrong with the sweater. The ribbing doesn't look that great. I remember hearing Connie say something about untwisting stitches with the German method...could this have something to do with it? I'm not sure. Good thing that good advice is only a phone call away.
I've been seeing scarves all around town lately. I asked my dear friend about it and she told me she's nuts for scarves. That works out well for me because scarves are easy to knit and fun for other people to wear. I don't wear them. They only time that I've ever worn a scarf - exculding my childhood which I cannot totally account for - was when I went up to Flagstaff last year with Mike to visit his sister. There was snow and it was ungodly cold and his sis lent me a scarf. It actually made a big difference. (An interesting postscript to that story: The scarf she lent me was handmade and given to her by a friend. The pattern was from, I'm almost certain, Stitch 'n Bitch.)
The point is, I've wanted to make the 'Alien Illusion' scarf from Stitch 'n Bitch, but I thought it would be a waste of time. Now that I have someone who is dying to wear it, I might just start on it this week. On the other hand, a k2 p2 ribbed scarf might suit her just fine.
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Wednesday, December 01, 2004 |
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Monday, November 29, 2004 |
So, here are those pictures of the very first sweater that I've knit...ever.
 
~Cut me some slack. I'm still learning how to post pics on here.~
I love my sweater!! So adorable!! So comfy! So totally mine!! I'm not into winter and I hate cold weather clothes, but I love wearing this sweater. Guess it doesn't hurt that I'm damn proud.
Some people say they have a hard time knitting for themselves. They say they feel bad unless they're making gifts for other people. I think it's stressful to knit for someone else. I don't mind the little mistakes along the way, and if I sew a crappy seam, I can fix it later. But, you give someone a knit gift, and you can't control what happens after it leaves your hands. If it starts to come apart or something weird...I don't know. That scares me. Plus, people usually don't appreciate the amount of time and money goes into a handmade craft. I'd never make someone something knit unless I thought they would love it for all it's worth (and maybe even a little more!).
In other news, mom's sweater is going s l o w. I have 10 in. knit on the back and THAT'S IT. That's all I've got, ladies. I'll be able to pick up the pace this week because my last class is on Tuesday. Then, no more school 'till January. But the point is, I need to get my needles clicking because Christmas is fast approaching and I don't want my wonderful family to get their presents next year.
What's worse than getting slammed at work? Being the only girl in the middle of five punchy boy co-workers. Last night I got taped, teased, bombarded with paperclips and suckered into more than my share of manual labor. Plus, I got completely dissed on by a doctor in front of my co-worker who has an ego the size of Texas. I was bumming, but after I told the boys that they were going to send me to an early grave, they started being a *little* bit nicer. However, having a stool sample handed to me in a gift bag was not what I considered a peace offering.
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Friday, November 19, 2004 |
Things you should never say to an anorexic I'm still not used to people who say rude things to me...at work I mean. If I'm kickin' it with my friends and some jack-hole walks over and tells me that I'm ulgy, well, I rip their face off. They frown on that behavior at work. It's hard for me to smile pretty and do my job when a patient tells me something that I would have no tolerance for 10 steps outside the door.
For example...
I was about to draw blood on this 20 year old kid and he asked me, "Is that a picture of you on your badge?" I'm thinking, no genius, it's a picture of someone else on my badge but I tell him, yeah, that's me. He says, "Wow, it looks like it should be your mom." He follows that up with "Yeah, I'm kinda afraid of needles." A word to the wise, don't insult someone who is weilding a sharp, pointy object. I've had other people comment on my badge picture, which I think is so rude. I get it! It's a bad picture! That's the last damn thing that I want to be told in the middle of a 12 hour shift!
On the back of my badge, I have picture of my pets. I like having them there because it usually strikes up conversation with people. I remember one time this woman asked me about the picture of Nora.
"Is that a snake?" "Yep! That's my little Nora." "What do you feed her?" "Oh, she's just a baby right now, so I feed her newborn mice" Swear to god, the woman goes, "Shame on you." I was really offened by that. A'int no one gonna tell me to not feed my snake. But of course, I said nothing. Now, the whole point of this is to highlight the very worst thing you can say to a young female.
Last night...a woman asked me....if I was pregnant!!!
I'm not going to lie, I weigh about 140 and I'm 5'6''. I may not be Kate Moss, but I consider myself thin. And, granted, the scrubs make me look a little heavier, but, damn. My soul shead a tear when she asked that question. Course, it's pretty hard to yell at an 80 year old woman.
I told my co-worker and buddy Heather about it and she had an even worse story. Several years ago, when she was anorexic, a woman asked if she was pregnant. Heather weighed like 118 lbs. at the time, so it was a totally bogus question. When she told the woman she wasn't pregnant, the woman put her hand on Heather's tummy and said, "Are you sure?" Can you believe how rude people are?!
I used to be anorexic. I never got deathly skinny or anything, but it's still a hard mindset to break out of. I'm glad that I'm stable enough to be able to brush that question off because it could have cost me a significant amount of food in the past. I think that it would be a lot better for all of us if we gave people compliments instead of trying to insult them. And, above all else, never try to guess if a woman is pregnant. If you're not in a hospital, you might just get slapped in the face.
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Thursday, November 18, 2004 |
Knit-er-ific Christmas plans I started on my mom's Christmas sweater. It's already looking to be a bigger endevor than I originally planned.
The pattern is 3timesChic from knitty.com. I ended up using Lion Bran Chenille because I thought that it would look and feel really good (ew. Not how I ever expected to describe a present for my mother. heh). I'm using US 13's and it's not as easy to work with the Chenille as I expected because it has very little give. Damn acryllic. I knit two and a half inches last night and I have serious doubts about the way this pattern is going to roll out. I may switch to a smaller needle. We'll see.
I want to make a pair of socks for dad because I think he'd get a kick out of it, hah. No really, he's going to think it's great. It should be interesting because I've never made socks before and, oh yeah, my dad wears a size 14 shoe. The boys are getting beanies. Actually, I promised I'd make them Hot Head from Stitch 'n Bitch (did I already mention this?) over the summer but I've put it off long enough that a) they've kinda forgotten about it and b) it's going to make a great Christmas present. Jon, my brother, is getting nothing handknit. My bestest best friends are going to have to find out what I've got cookin for them on Christmas morning cuz I'm not going to give away secrets here. Muah!
Last night, I commandeered the computer from Jon so I could print out patterns and head to the yarn store. Two minutes later, we find out that we're totally out of printer paper. I'm frantically scurring around, trying to find scrap sheets of paper that have one blank side so I can get the whole pattern. Mom and Jon made a trip to the store to pick some up and I messed around on the computer for a bit. When they got back, my brother started to print out the report he was working on and I left for the LYS. Just as I was walking out the door my brother pops his head out of the computer room. "We're out of toner." Classic.
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