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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Thursday, December 30, 2004 |
...The holidays are the time of the year when...
Friends and family have time to hang out with each other,
gifts come in all shapes and sizes,
and a decent hideout is *absolutely* necessary!
I went to one of my knitting groups last night. The ladies asked me how my project was going. They were thrilled when I replied with, "Which one?" I guess that they're proud about how hooked I am.
Also, I learned why purling has been giving me such fits. Apparently, I've been purling the Zimmerman way, you know, so that the stitches are never twisted. I completely misinterperated conventional purling instructions! Now that I've learned how to purl the "real" german way, my stockingnet stitch has become a complete blast. Wow, what a difference a little twisting of the wrist can make (heh, which is what yo' momma was saying last night).
My awesome uncle gave me a gift certificate to Amazon.com (my mom asked, "Oh, do you have to use that on-line?") and I was able to buy Stitch 'n Bitch Nation, Knitting in Plain English and, for another interest, Earthly Bodies, Heavenly Hair. Now the fun part is going to be waiting for them to arrive. Christmas all over again! Except this time I'm really getting what I want ;o)
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Wednesday, December 29, 2004 |
"Flames...coming out of my head..." What is it with people on Yahoo!Groups?
I get daily e-mails from the various groups I'm in and it always drives me nuts when people start a message out with, "I'm delurking," or, "I've been reading for a while but this is my first post." I don't understand. Why even mention that? It's a message board, not a tea party. No one cares if you don't post regularly! If you have a question, just freakin ask it! That's what the board is there for!! I hate these women who feel like they need to share their lives with everyone all the time. Look, if I have something about my life that I want to share, I put it on my blog and hope that someone reads it. If I have a question about knitting, I put it on the knitting board because I know that someone will anwser. I try to serpate those things because they are two seperate things!
Another annoying habit is when people post that they are going off of 'digest mode' (in digest mode, you get a daily e-mail of the posts). Tell me, why make that announcement? I don't understand whatsoever. Do people think that it's important to tell others how e-mails are going to be delivered to them? How does this affect anyone but the poster? Oh yeah, it doesn't!!! So why post about it?!
I don't know why that bugs me so much. I just get tired of peole blabbering on about themselves in a pathetic attempt to suck others into their lives. God, get over yourselves and get to the point. If there is anyone who sits on the board and gets anxious when someone posts who hasn't posted in a while, well, that's their damn problem. And if there is someone else who wants you to see a message but is worried that you won't get it because you're not on digest mode, for god's sake, it's fucking called e-mail! Look into it sometime!
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Monday, December 27, 2004 |
Naw, I don't really hate Christmas. But I do get fed up with holiday cheer.
I guess that this year my preconcieved notions of Christmas were shattered. Last year I worked on Christmas Eve during the day. This year I worked during the night. I guess that made a difference because I saw people coming in who should have been having a nice dinner or going to church. Some of the things were really sad, like a grandma who broke her hip. Mostly, though, working on Christmas Eve and the day after Christmas wore me out. It was busy at work and hard to enjoy spending time with my family when I was so tired. For instance, I went to bed at 3 am Christmas morning and got up at 7 am when my family wanted to open presents. Damn traditions and their inability to to accomodate my changing life!
For the record, I did not get my mom's sweater finished in time. I handed what was done to her in a plastic bag and pledged to have it completed by the time she had to go back to work after the New Year. What a horrible little demon labour. The good part is she's very excited to wear it.
I finished one Hot Head hat, but it was too small to fit the boys. So I'm keeping it for myself. The others will get done sometime this week since they only take about two hours to make.
Even though I wanted Stitch 'n Bitch Nation more than anything this Christmas, no one got me it (it's not your fault, Mike, so I don't want to hear it!) However, I did get a $50 gift certificate to LYS (yow!) and Mike got me Knitting Without Tears. He is totally super sweet! He told me that he chose that particular book because I had been so upset over my knitting lately. He also burned the first 50 something episodes of Inuyasha for me. Yay, now I can finally know what's going on in that show!
Remember, you will be much happier this holiday season if you sober up, avoid violence and spend less time in the ER. Merry fricken Christmas!
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Friday, December 24, 2004 |
This is me throwing in the towel.
Sorry that I don't have a visual.
I finished the majority of 3timesChic but I'm at a point where I don't want to work on it anymore. I'm frustrated and fed up and just plain sick of thinking about that ghastly horror. I wish that I had more time, I wish that I'd of picked a different yarn, I wish that I was a better, stonger, fast knitter. I can rebuild this sweater. I just don't want to. There's even a 7 stitch long mistake on the back. I'm not fixing it. Instead, I'm considering it my own personal signature and telling everyone that it's the hottest thing in Europe (yes, I know, that's the same cop-out that got me through high school). Well, let's have a look at it:
Yeah, nothing like the picture. I assure you, I've been trying sooooo hard! I think it's that damn chenille. Remind me to never try and be creative again. It sucks. Also, remind me to read the pattern right the first time. Had I done that, I'd be flying high right now.
To cheer myself up, I started on hot head. What a vast improvement! God bless you, Brown Sheep Company. You make me feel all brightly colored and 15% mohair inside!
Screw the boys. I may have to keep this hat for myself.
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Thursday, December 23, 2004 |
Merry Christmas, Nora! You got some new furnishings for your cage! Now that you've grow a bit, it's time to replace your old water dish and one hidebox.
Before...
After...
Ok, so it's still nothing spectacular, but don't despair, Nora! By spring we'll have redecorated in a way that will rival those fantasic homosexuals on Bravo. Rest easy my sweet little ectotherm, the freezer is stocked well with mice for you.
I am massively fed up with mom's sweater. Thank god I've made a ton of progress. The front will be finished tonight which leaves me with the sleeves and sewing to do. Pictures of this yarn haven't been turning out, so I'm holding off on that till I get to the final product. The suspense builds...will I get it done in time? Will I be up all night on Christmas Eve, knitting until my fingers bleed? Will mom even like her handmade gift? Ok, so mom's like everything their kids make. But as for the rest...who knows? It's going to be a tight fit especially since I'm working on Christmas Eve.
On the bright side, my shopping is done. I think that everyone is going to like their presents and I can't wait to see them open them up!! Yeah, and I'm pretty thrilled to find out what I got. I've got the yarn to make beanies for the boys and I'm excited to start that sometime soon. I just wish this Christmas thing would finish up so I can get back to knitting for fun. Yay!
A 20 something male came in to my work the other night. Actually, he was brought in by the paramedics and the police. He was hyped up on something though I never found out what it was. Apparently, it took four cops to subdue him at the scene. I've never seen anyone so out of control. He was tied down to the stretcher in restraints and shaking and screaming violently. I mean, screaming. Not just dirty words, he was howling like a sick dog. Of course this attracted everyone's attention but me and my buddy Chris held back and stayed out of the way. Chris turned to me,
"You know what he needs?"
"What?" I challenged.
"A hug."
Chris nominated me, but I respectfully declinced. However, I was suckered into assisting Chris put a Foley catheter in the boy.
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