Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
On behalf of her and her unborn child....please pray for this woman. She needs to have this baby ASAP. She is now past her due date and getting more ornery by the minute. No, I'm joking. She's actually being very good natured about this whole thing, but I'm not sure her husband would say the same thing. I don't live with her. But seriously, she's uncomfortable, as would you be if you were 9 months and counting pregnant and it was 102 degrees every day. And her ankles, oh those poor chubbies. And she's got a rash. She's just a mess. I hope that baby comes this week. Because my friends have the cutest babies (and I know hers will be no exception). Case and point.
Sydney sporting a baby mohawk. I mean, my God.
Hope your week is as good as Moose's promises to be!!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Tip #1) Taking pictures of buildings at night, without a flash, is a great way to capture the way a building looks......at night....you know, in the dark. Below, I demonstrate this technique with the most well known building in San Antonio. You may not be able to recognize it in the dark like that. I call this one "Alamo at Night". Can anyone guess why?
Tip #4) Think outside the box. Anyone can take pictures of themselves drinking giant margaritas and kissing ads. But sometimes you've got to look around to find the REALLY great shots.
The inside of my purse.
And lastly, who can resist the ever popular Drunken Self Photo? (tip #5). We've all been there. We've all done it. These pictures rarely turn out good, and if yours are anything like mine, then your head always appears to be the size of a medium watermelon. But still we continue to drink and still we continue to take pictures of ourselves from arm's length. Here is the best of those shots that evening, where upon I am showing my love for The Cowboy. He looks thrilled.
Thus concludes the lesson for the day. Class dismissed.
(seriously, though, we had a good time in San Antonio...real pictures and story of weekend will follow tomorrow)
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Anyway, I probably have the best boyfriend in the world. Friday is The Cowboy's birthday and we've both taken the day off work to go to some "super cool" (read: really boring) guitar workshop factory thing that he's been wanting to do forever, and really, you should see how excited he is about it. It's cute. So whatever, I'm a good girlfriend, I will suck it up and go because it's important to him. But what's even cooler than THAT, is that that night, Friday night, his birthday evening, he is letting me go to Mystery Knit Nite at Bluebonnet. I missed the last one, due to a timely visit from Nuggsamillion (my mother), and I was sad to think I would miss this one too. A bunch of (presumably) women in a room, with food, perhaps wine, and yarn?? Oh man, I know it may not sound like much to you non-knitters, but I get excited just thinking about it. Excited like this.
So The Cowboy, upon hearing of this Mystery Knit Nite, and knowing how important knitting is to me, said that I could attend, and it wasn't a problem at all. I argued with him for the appropriate amount of time: Oh, but it's your birthday! We should go out! We should do something special. Together.
You know. All that crap. And then I told him, because it's 100% true, that if he had wanted to do some crazy guitar thing on the evening of my birthday, I would have been sad. And that's only a partial truth. The entire truth is that I would have thrown a huge hissy fit and it would have been embarassing for all parties involved because after all, I am 30 Years Old. But he just said, again, that it was OK and that he wanted me to go.
So basically, he's the best, and I'm the selfish idiot who wouldn't let him have his fun if my birthday depended on it. But I'm cool with that. To each his own. He wins.
So short story long, I was trying to think of why knitting is so important to me, and why it's become somewhat of an obsession of late, and why I'm trying desperately to teach everyone I know to love it as I do. And then I was reading on of my yarn porn books last night. The Secret Life of a Knitter by the Yarn Harlot, AKA Stephanie Pearl-McPhee. She's a hilarious knit blogger whom I aspire to be like one day yeah right and a link can be found to the right of my posts. Check her out. I'll give you a preview of her writing right now. She put into words a way of describing knitting that I love, so I'm going to borrow those words from her.
"Why would any sane person give up so much closet space and money to a craft that seems simple and silly? The answer: because knitting is more than it seems. Knitting is a complex and joyful act of creation in my everyday life...... Knitting is only two stitches, knit and purl, yet with those two ordinary acts we knitters can take a ball of yarn and a couple of pointy sticks and create something useful and beautiful.... Wrapping yarn around needles over and over and over again disconnects me from my cares. Knitting makes something from nothing, and it's usually such an interesting something.... I love knitting because it's something that can be accomplished no matter how poorly it's going at any given moment. It's a triumph of dexterity over string..... Knitting is magic. Kntting is an act of creation and a simple transformation each and every time. Each knitted gift holds hours of my life. I know it looks just like a hat, but really, it's four hours at the hospital, six hours on the bus, two hours alone at four in the morning when I couldn't sleep because I tend to worry. It is all those hours when I chose to spend time warming another person. It's giving them my time - time that I could have spent on anything, or anyone, else. Knitting is love, looped and warm."
Thank you Yarn Harlot. That, folks, is why I knit.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
6. Big Wine Glasses
I haven't concluded yet if I like big wine glasses because they are cool to look at and hold, or if it's because they can kick all the smaller wine glasses' asses. Hahaha. Glasses asses. That's funny. Or maybe it's what's INSIDE the wine glass that makes me like the extra large ones. Eh? Eh? Am I on to something? I think so. Red wine and tiramisu? And then a desk nap? My afternoon is really starting to shape up.
(Ok back to being a good human being and not talking about my self indulgent fat ass for a second)
7. Those Green Grocery Bags
Unlike The Cowboy, I don't care that they cost 99 cents. That is a small price to pay to help The Environment. Look at all that Al Gore has done for us. I can give back. Thank you Al Gore. Anyway, I love these bags, and the thing that I love the most about them is the superior feeling they give me when I remember to take them to the store with me (which is about 50% of the time lately) and I'm walking back to my car with my 3 green bags chock full of groceries, and I see other people coming out of the store and they have plastic bags, and I can give them dirty looks and judge them in my head and say to myself that they aren't helping the environment. I'm helping the environment. This doesn't work when I forget to take them to the store, of course. And I should probably start a list somewhere of reasons why I should always remember to take them to the store. That list would look something like this:
1. Al Gore is watching
Like a child on Christmas. That's me when I get a new pack of Sharpies. A girl I worked with quit a few weeks ago, and I promptly raided her desk and stole all her old Sharpies, before any of the other nuts I work with could get their hot little hands on them. They now live in my desk and I count them every day. If this makes me crazy, then pass the potatoes. There are 14 of them, and I haven't named them (yet).
I have always appreciated a good sock. If you are ever in doubt about what to buy me, always go with socks. It's a safe bet. Oh, and Sharpies. Red Wine. Tiramisu. Well, pretty much just check the above list for gift ideas. But really, socks make me happy and I think that's why I enjoy the knitting so much. Well that and it really cooperates with my OCD, but the knitting of the socks! Oh, what could be better?
10. Jar Candles
Another thing I find that I buy randomly for no reason whatsoever just because it looks pretty/smells good/was on sale/felt like it/it was Tuesday/your face. I don't need a reason to buy a jar candle.
11. Tomatoes from the garden
In the summer, there is nothing better than fresh tomatoes from the garden. Tomatoes from the garden taste so much better than store bought tomatoes (for reasons other than the fact that they don't carry salmonella)and I tend to forget that the rest of the year. But once we pick those first few tomatoes and slice em up, maybe put a little olive oil, salt & pepper, some basil and fresh mozzerella (if I have it...usually I don't)....oh, it's damn near heaven.In conclusion, I am going to take my Sharpie and make a list. Then I'm gonna put on my flip flops and go to HEB where I will purchase fresh mozz, red wine, tiramisu, soy Silk creamer, maybe a jar candle, whatever. Then I'll take my green grocery bags, judge some people, and call it a day.
(I realize I didn't get everything I listed up there in my little spiel. And I don't care because you know why? It's my blog and I'm the boss. Lunch time.)
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sometimes on Mondays, I have opinions about things. And I need to get them off my chest so I can begin the work week.
So first, and I'm going to preface this entire blog by saying that I almost feel badly about posting about the two people I'm going to post about together at the same time. I feel that one deserves our utmost respect and the other most certainly does not. But they are both things that have been bothering me, so here I go.
I don't really have anything profound to say about Tim Russert, but I always liked him and he will be missed. I liked him because he seemed like the kind of guy you'd be able to sit down with and throw a few beers back, or shots of whiskey if you prefer. He was a great moderator and an awesome reporter, but he also seemed like he'd be a lot of fun at a party. You know what I mean? I bet he had some good jokes.
Onto a much much much more happy subject. I don't know if this is normal, and if other people feel the same way regarding this as I do, but I. Love. The. Olympics.
Like, seriously. For real. Straight up. Word to your mother. I can't get enough of it. And I've officially started my own personal count down. 52 days. Whenever an Olympics is in swing, my life kind of becomes a cycle of, well, watching the Olympics. I tear up every time I hear the beginning of our national anthem. And you want to know a secret? I tear up when I hear "Oh Canada" too. Y'all know how I feel about our neighbors to the north. And that is one beautiful song. While I prefer the games of the Winter Olympics to that of the summer, I am nevertheless very excited about Beijing 2008. It seems like it's been way longer than just 2 years since the last games. Yay Olympics.
Sorry if that's ruined your Monday. But I had to think about it all weekend. Here's to a great week!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
2) purchase nearly $60 worth of yarn (but I had a gift certificate for $25, and I got some of it for 50% off, so I got a good deal)
This was my scarf that I'd been working on for the past few weeks. Made with a lovely alpaca/silk blend that I loved so much and had stashed but wasn't sure what to knit with. It asked to be a scarf, and apparently it's had a change of heart. So sad. Tragic. I don't know what happened. I knotted it (I know, I know) AND weaved in the ends, and still, it's managed to come unraveled. Now, I'm sure there is some sort of Magic Fix out there in Yarn Land, but frankly, I don't have the skills to fix this and I'm not sure I want to. I realize that this sort of thing must at one time or another happen to all good knitters. So I'm almost to the point where I will just accept this tragedy and move on. I will always cherish this yarn and the good times this "scarf" and I spent together.
RIP WIP May 2008 - June 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
a. Type your answer to each of the questions below into flickr search
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
"feel free to post the pictures on your blog. nothing cuter than a rat...
Meet our newest family members, Peanut and Trixie!!
Catherine had a wonderful birthday surprise! Peanut is the darker one, and Trixie is the lighter. (yes, she is named for Speed Racer's girlfriend!)
They are dumbo rats, so their ears are bigger and more on the side of their heads, giving them a bit of resemblance to Dumbo the Elephant! they are very sweet and we already love them!"
I got this e-mail last week. Today, I received the following message from her:
"PS can't believe you havent posted any pictures of my adorable pet rats yet!!!!"
That's right. I am being hounded to post pictures of......rats. Because her, um, rats, are apparently on par with The Cuteness.
Charlene may or may not be delusional.
We're looking into it.
Here now, are my friend Charlene's rats. Pebbles and Bam Bam. Or whatever their names are.
Also, for the record, the Catherine she refers to in her e-mail is in fact her daughter. Not myself. I did have a lovely birthday surprise also, but I assure all of you that it had nothing to do with RATS.
Big Ups, Charlene. Big Ups.
Monday, June 9, 2008
While the berries are cooking (and you are stirring constantly) you can also clean out your jars. You have to make sure the jars are Very Clean and have No Bacteria in them. That would, afterall, pretty much ruin your jam.
27 jars later.........