Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Happy Halloween!

Scary pumpkins?



Nasty spiders (lovingly named "Mr. Crack Spider")?



Cute-ass kids reciting Halloween poems?


We are totally ready for Halloween!

Chunky's going as a vampire. I'll be going as Mommy, The Vampire Spawner.

Oh and I updated the shop. I diversified a little. I'm still on the fence with my clay skills though.

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Monday, October 29, 2007

A Cpurl By Any Other Name...

...could not be so sweet.

Look what I had in my mail on Saturday from Cpurl!

A divine Della Q small project bag (I devirginized it later that night with a Hat for Alex at the laundromat!)


A delish skein of greeny yarn with the suggestion of a Calorimetry...a bandwagon I've jumped on and duh, never thought to make two!


Loads of gory Halloween candy and treats for the Chunkmeister. His eyeballs literally popped out when he saw it all.


And the most gorgeous yarn I think I have ever laid eyes and fingers on that I cannot get a good picture of:


Mirasol Miski Baby Llama yarn! Oh purrrrrr!

And speaking of purrrrr--she even included a catnip cigar that Squeaky the Smoker jumped on while Springs chomped down on a 'nip laden banana.


This time it was a good catnip trip. I'm just afraid Squeaky might try to smoke the banana's peel later.

Thanks Christine!!!

Now that the excitement of visits aplenty visits galore has died down, I haven't had much to blog about.

I did have to type my boss's kid's college essay today at work. That was interesting.

Maybe I'm old fashioned, and it's been 11 years since I applied for college, but in today's college application race, aren't you supposed to use the essay to set yourself apart?

I keep hearing about how straight A's and being in a bajillion extracurricular activities doesn't cut it anymore for admissions panels.

If this kid gets into this college, I will be shocked and lose all respect for this college.

He was applying to a big marine biology* school and his essay basically just rambled about how the school was the ideal school for marine biology because it's next to the ocean and how he's wanted to be a marine biologist since he was a little kid.

80% of the essay was just him talking about what the school had to offer.

Now again, call me stupid, but don't you think the people reading your essay will know what the school has to offer?

I hope to Squashola that Chunky is a more creative, free-thinking high school senior when/if he ever applies to college. I also hope to Squashola, for the sake of those poor people reading over those admissions applications that this essay I typed today is NOT the norm. Can you imagine reading thousands of those?

Of course, 11 years ago I wrote about how going to college would foster my independent spirit to open a Canadian Potato Commune. I even married a man who wrote a firmly tongue in cheek graduate school application essay about how he wanted to take over the world and how becoming a PhD was the perfect springboard to do so.

Hey, it worked. I got into all the colleges I applied for and Dr. Mad Scientist scored an interview with MSU despite his mediocre undergraduate grades. They flat out told him if it hadn't been for his essay, they would have never invited him to interview.

And well, the rest is history!

*Names of the majors have been changed to cover my ass.

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Sunday, October 28, 2007

So Much To Post!

I've been mum lately because after coming back from Massachusetts, it was time to get ready for my sister T.'s visit. She was visiting mainly to attend a portfolio review (think job fair) in NYC.

She flew in on Wednesday night. On Thursday me and Chunky played hooky and brought her into the city to do a dry run as to where she was going on Friday (The Center for Architecture).


We found where we were going pretty easy. Since the CFA was closeby, we hit The Strand--a hugeass used and new bookstore. We only spent maybe 1/2 and hour to 45 mins there. I could have spent a day. But when you've got a Chunky with you, things like that don't happen!

We met up for lunch with Dr. Mad Scientist at Mt. Sinai. Don't believe anything you hear about New Yorkers--we made it to the CFA and to Mt. Sinai due to the help of two random NYers who saw us looking clueless at maps on the side of the sidewalk. So thank you random old man and backpack lady!!!

From there we went home. I didn't really want to introduce T. to Penn Station and NJ Transit at 5:00 p.m.

At home we carved our Halloween pumpkins!!!


From left to right that's Dr. Mad Scientist's pumpkin, Chunky's, mine, and T.'s. T. incorporated her scar as where her Jack got stabbed in the eyeball thus puncturing his brain and therefore he's lost motor control of that side of his face.

Yeah can you tell she wants to be a writer?

On Friday Dr. Mad Scientist and T. took the train in together while Chunky and I went to school and work.

At 7:30 p.m. we all met up at Penn Station and we took T. to Times Square to do some tourista stuff.

Because we were on a time constraint and we're just so damn imaginative, we took her to our two old standbys: Toys R'Us and M&M World.



Then at the suggestion of Karen we hit Ollie's, a really good Chinese place, for dinner. My only complaint was that they didn't make my General Tso's chicken spicy enough. I was able to remedy this the next day when I ate the leftovers with the help of some Pre-Katrina New Orleans Hot Sauce. Yum!

We then caught the train home and T. took off back to Atlanta on Saturday afternoon.

(I look like a chunk in that picture--but it's the three layers of clothes I swear!)

T.'s onto her next adventure: finding a job.

She got some decent leads from the NYC portfolio review, but she's still on the hunt. She'll basically go anywhere in the country she can find a job. So if you know anyone who's looking for an entry-level copywriter or something similar, have 'em check out her work and resume.

She wants to head to Oregon to seek her fame and fortune and come Nov. 1 when she's out of her apartment and living the Jewel life in her car, she may be headed there.

Anyway, this is why I've been mum lately. I have been reading the 100 or so blogs I subscribe to. I haven't been commenting as much because I've been so busy--but I've been reading!

And get this--I've even been knitting!

I'm currently working on:


A blurry pair of orange mittens for Chunky.


An Autumn Walk scarf for Chunky's principal.


And a lunchbag that I will felt for Chunky.

I am FED UP with those damn insulated lunch bags that start stinking to high hell after a week no matter how many times you wipe them out. I tried finding an old fashioned plastic lunchbox like I used to have as a kid, but they're like $10+ online. So I decided on a felted lunchbox. It will be something I can toss in the wash when it starts to smell and it will keep his stuff insulated.

Chunky picked out the yarn and I'm loving the way it's pooling.

That's all for now. I'll leave you with a teaser about my next entry.

It has to do with a certain someone who has a pair of kitties of the gangster persuasion and my cat Squeaky developing a smoking habit.


First it was a catnip doobie. Now she's smoking catnip cigars!!!

Oh! And don't forget! Halloween in the last day to get your name in for this month's K.A.Y.E. drawing!!!

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Ah Ha!

So this is why they charged us $2400!


When the IRS sends a letter letting you know they got your page long diatribe along with your payment, they have to send it TWICE. Same date. Same names. Same postmark. Same everything. They even enclose a copy of each letter. I now have FOUR copies of this letter.

Rest assured my fellow Americans that your federal tax dollars are going towards the duplication of work.

Even though I know there is no arguing with them, the fact that they unneedlessly sent two identical letters gives me a sense of smug pride.


Sunday, October 21, 2007

Weekend Wrap Up--Now 100% Rhinebeck Free!

Sick of reading about everyone's wonderful adventures at Rhinebeck?

This was the weekend I was going to go. But for less than a tank of gas, (which OK maybe isn't cheaper than most yarn--ha ha!) the Chunk and I headed up to Ashfield, MA (sorry, I thought it was Amherst at first..but they're still very close).

I am sooooo glad we did this instead of Rhinebeck. And I'll be honest with you, compared to the idea of standing in lines, pissing in portapotties, and dealing with crowds, I'm kind of thinking we'll go back to MA next October and skip Rhinebeck again.

I mean I had fiber:




We went to Tregellys Fiber Farm where they had everything from chickens, to llamas, to navajo churro sheep, to angora goats, to yaks!

Then we hit Shelburne Falls.


And even a yarn store! I refrained though and didn't buy a damn thing.

We went walking through the woods.


And gazed at scenery you're not going to see at an overcrowded fiber festival.


We didn't eat any fried (insert whatever it is they line up for at Rhinebeck). Instead we went apple picking.


Chunky went a little overboard.


And Chunky got to do something that might come in handy if we ever do go to Rhinebeck and need to plow through the crowds:


Outta our way!!!!

And I even finished that piece of knitting that had you all stumped. Although I have to say the picture was a bit deceiving because the tip looked black, not the dark green it really was.


What is it?

Why it's a...


Cat Doobie!!!!

It's a felted blunt stuffed with catnippy goodness! Squeaky took two sniffs and was high as a kite. Springs on the other hand seems to be on a bad trip. He took a few sniffs and is now hissing at dustbunnies. Poor guy. I hope he comes down soon.

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

More Drive By Blogging

I'm multitasking right now--cooking dinner, blogging, waiting to pick up Dr. Mad Scientist from the train station, and waiting for the jackasses at TrendMicro to chat with me to tell me why my fucking antivirus software isn't updating. They told us how to "fix" it last month. Too bad their "fix" lasted two weeks. My virus software hasn't been updated since October 7!!!

First off, some credit.

The October KAYE yarn came from The Colorful Ewe. She's got some "Zombies Ate My Brain" in stock and "The Devil Wears Prabaaaaa." Ha ha!

And the vintage Halloween black kitty heads came from Beadmarkers. I don't think she has anymore kitty heads in stock, but still worth poking around her place.

Second, some knitting I've been doing:




I'll give you a couple of hints: This is the "before" picture--it's not quite done yet, and it's about an inch longer than my hand.

Finally, to touch on some posts of the week past.

You'll never guess what was on my answering machine two days after I received that rejection letter from that job I applied for six months ago: a call from a different place I applied asking me to come in for an interview.

Holy crap. For being in such a hurry behind the wheel, these New Jersey peeps sure like to take their time hiring people!!

I also threw out the car seats yesterday. I just did it.

But don't worry--for all that bullshit about getting knocked up as soon as you get rid of your last baby thing, there's a ying to that yang.

Miss M, one of Chunky's teachers was asking me what his family name was. Silly kid wouldn't tell her.

She laughed when she heard it (keep in mind she's straight from Russia) and said it was easily translatable (even though I've always heard it's a Czech name that means "without thanks") in Russian.

Of course I asked her what it meant!

"One who does not have children."

Ha ha! How damn funny is that? I figure that balances out the wives tales of getting rid of your baby stuff too early!

Alright well these dickheads at TrendMicro are finally talking to me. Let's see if they can "fix" my problem again.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

October KAYE

October is half over can you believe it?


Now before I unveil this month's K.A.Y.E. yarn let me preface it by stating that I dig Halloween.

It's getting a tad bit Christmasized in that a very high proportion of houses here at least in Jersey are decking out their houses in orange lights, scarecrows, those luscious pots of orange, yellow, and purple mums I've been lusting after, pumpkins and those obnoxious nylon inflatable figures.

But I still love it.

And therefore, I went with a Halloween theme in this month's K.A.Y.E. prize.

I realize not everyone shares my love of fun-size Snickers bars and five year olds dressed as vampires...but hey, it's my contest!

Here's the crappy picture of the Halloweenie prize yarn:


Along with a skein of 85% wool/15% mohair called "Jumpin' Jack O'Lantern" you'll also get a set of spooky black cat head stitchmarkers. Did I mention I'm a sucker for that vintage-y looking Halloween stuff too?

There were so many choices of yarn to choose from this month that would have fit the bill--I found a cool yarn called "Zombies Ate My Brains"--but they were all sock yarns. I wanted to get away from that a little this month.

This stuff is really nice. It's not Malabrigo soft, but it's not rough either.

If you haven't made your appointment (or followed the alternate rules if that's out the the question for you) do it now!!

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just click here!

Happy Halloween!


Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Odds n'Ends

To answer a few questions on the last set of comments:

1. White Chocolate Chip Craisin Oatmeal cookies were our "cookie of the week" (cookie of the week happens every Sunday the temperature isn't 90 deg. to save on having to purchase lunch and after dinner dessert from the store).

2/3 cup butter

2/3 cup brown sugar

1 teasp. Baking soda

1 ½ cup flour

1 ½ cup oatmeal

2 eggs

1 cup white chocolate chips

1 cup crasins

Cream together butter and sugar. Add egg and baking soda. Add in flour and oatmeal. Bake at 350 for 10-12 minutes.


Credit given to the back of the Craisin bag.

Normally I don’t buy these. Dried fruit is expensive (store bought or not—I tried drying my own fruit with a dehydrator—holy crap, never again! I think the electric bill was an inch thick that month!) But Costco had a coupon for $3 off a bag. Their normal price at Costco: $6.84. So I only paid $3.84 for 48 oz. of Craisins. Saved six cents an ounce.

2. As per the mystery box: Hee hee! It’s nothing really all that cool. But I will be blogging about it.

3. And I’ll also be diversifying a bit on the storefront. I scored some inexpensive blades to make more yarn/thread cutters. I’m excited to start those.

Warning: Rough segues ahead!

I’ve slowly been Freecycling Chunky’s old baby stuff. I think the stork is done visiting this household. I’m nearly 30 and unlike many of my peers, I view 30 as kind of the “I’m done” date for having kiddies. Right now I’m enjoying the idea of being a mere 41 when Chunky graduates. I personally don’t want to be 41 and potty training.

Now I’m not saying those who wait to have kids after 30 are wrong and don’t know what they’re doing—I’m just saying it’s not for me. I mean my boss who just had a kid last week will be 60 when his newest kid graduates from high school. No mother effing way do I want to be 60 and trying to help Junior or Juniorita with his/her trigonometry homework!!! It's going to be hard enough when I'm 40!

I’m thankful the universe decided to bestow Chunky upon us, and I always wanted more than one kid, but I just don’t think it’s in the cards.

But back to where I was going with this!

We kept all of his baby junk, the crib, the high chair, the stroller, the Gymini, etc. in that walk-in closet off of our living room. It’s all gone now except for his old car seats.

I just can’t bring myself to throw those away.

They say never to purchase/use a used car seat. Therefore, I don’t feel comfortable Freecycling them even though they haven’t been in a crash or recalled. But I also don’t feel right throwing them away either. They’re big and my inner bunny hugger tree stroker cringes at the thought of them sitting in a landfill!

But even with just the car seats left, I now have a lot of room in that closet and was thinking of maybe turning it into a craft room. I’ve got a big thing in the pipeline I’m not at liberty to discuss right now, but it would be nice to have some space to spread out.

I’m ruing the day we got rid of our old card table dining room table. But I’m keeping an eye out on Freecycle and the street corners on trash day for a nice table I could set up in there. I don’t post “wants” to Freecycle unless it’s for moving boxes. I feel greedy asking for anything I can really live without.

However all of this will have to wait—next weekend is our Massachusetts trip and the weekend after that T. is in town (for the first part of the weekend anyway).

So while 99.9% of you are at Rhinebeck, we’ll be in the woods whoopin’ it up Emily Dickinson style. Honk if you pass me.

I’ll be in the car with “Alaska Girls Kick Ass” bumperstickers in the window leaking $1000 in repairs of Dex-Cool coolant from my intake manifold. I’ll probably flip you off if you honk. Don’t be offended, it’s just a Pavlovian-reflex I’ve picked up driving in New Jersey.

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

Weekend Wrap Up

Oof. Another one of those weekends.

We're all ready for winter though. Chunky and I went shopping and for a grand total of $60 I procured him a brand new winter coat, winter boots, a new pair of sneakers, and a new pair of snow pants. I haven't bought this stuff in a while since we really didn't need it in Texas last winter!!

I also prepped for plans involving this:


I got my oil changed and discovered my car needs close to $1500 in repairs. But hey, after getting shafted by the IRS, what's $1500?

I spoke to my Old Man in Alaska, and apparently he had the same thing go wrong on his '96 Monte Carlo. He said it's a pretty common thing to fuck up in GM cars and trucks made since 1996. I guess they finally knocked it off in 2003 or 2004.

Apparently this shitty antifreeze GM puts in your car when they manufacture it is fine until your car gets outside of the warranty period and then ta-da, corrosion city.

Myself, I have a leaky water pump and intake manifold. The mechanic told me they fix anywhere from one to three of these types of problems a week. After reading that article, it doesn't surprise me.

Boy, up until Friday I did kind of feel for poor GM sinking fast in the world car market. Not anymore.


Moving on--on the knitting front, the Sweet Dreams Hat fix for Dr. Mad Scientist was a complete bust. I fucked it up and it's done.

I bought some Lion Thick and Quick and he will now get a totally retarded looking hat knit on size 13 needles.

I also have another mini-mite hat in the works for Boss #2 who's wife popped out a little girl on Thursday. Thank god he's in court Monday--I have an extra day to finish it!

I did have a chance to whip out some more balls (in any other context that might seem dirty).

I also baked some cookies, cleaned the house, went grocery shopping, prepped a crock pot meal for tomorrow, and made some biscuits for dinner tomorrow. WHEW!

Sadly there was no time for ME to nap.

At least somebody did though.


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Saturday, October 13, 2007



Because you know after I sent my resume to these people in April I haven't been able to sleep a full night without knowing whether I got the job or not.


Friday, October 12, 2007

Love & Hate

This week's blogstalking topic: three things you love and three things you hate.

I'm going to skip over the usual suspects. I love my husband, and my Chunkito, and my furbags, my parents, my siblings, my siblings' spouses, my siblings' kids, my in-laws, my sibling-in-laws' kids, rock and roll, chocolate, sex, and Alaska...but that stuff all goes without saying, right?

Here we go then!

1. I love the word “hate.”


I know, I know, many people seem to disagree with this word and even refrain from using it. However, I’m not sure why.

Here’s how I see it: by using it you’re helping spread love.

What the hell am I talking about?

Well think about it like this—without hate there would be no love and vice versa. So if we all stopped using the word hate (which we would probably just use a different word in lieu of it anyway over time thus negating the whole purpose of avoiding the word “hate”) how would we know what we love?

To me, the words "love" and "hate" represent a dualistic set of concepts that work hand in hand. You can’t really have one without the other. If you stop using the word hate (and assuming no word takes it’s place in meaning) you are disempowering the word love. You give love less meaning by not using the word hate.

I will agree that the word "hate" is overused.

“I hate the way these pants make my ass look fat!”

But so is the word "love."

“I love chocolate cream cupcakes!”

So keep on hatin’ so we can keep on lovin’ I say!

2. I love lamp.


That's my not so subtle nod to a genre of movie I love and my own bizzare sense of decorating.

3. I love cloudy days.

To me, sunny days are overrated and depress me.

I seriously think I suffer from Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder. If I go too many days with nothing but sun, I get into a real funk. Thank god RSAD is easily remedied. I don’t have to buy one of those grow lamps like SADers have to sit under. I just have to sit in a dark closet.

Much cheaper and easier on the electric bill.

Now onto the hates!

1. I hate nosehair.


I’m not sure what it is, but it drives me nuts. The closer I come to 30 the more I’m finding renegade nosehairs that bug the hell out of me.

I can FEEL them in my nose and I can't rest until they stop tickling the inside of my nose!

2. I hate old-house plumbing.

(I also hate cleaning the bathroom as you can tell--ha ha!)

Maybe I just hate renting because I can't do anything on my own to fix this without having to go through the middleman (i.e. the landlord) to get a plumber or a professional to fix a slow drain.

I know what the problem is--Chunky dropped the cap to the shampoo bottle down the drain. Never mind that you don't NEED to unscrew the cap to the shampoo to get the shampoo out. Sigh. He's truly a little man.

3. I hate the way these pants make my ass look fat.



Thursday, October 11, 2007

Buck, buck, buck, buck-caw!

How to Make Money

Step 1: Cut back in how much your husband eats out when working til 10:00 p.m. two or three nights a week.

Step 2: Substitute those meals he eats out with stuff that's just as nutritionally redeeming--frozen dinners.

Step 3: Only buy those frozen dinners that are on sale for 99 cents.

Step 4: Wait for a recall.

Step 5: Throw away said frozen dinners and send in your box top to ConAgra to get your money back.

Chances are I'll get more than the 99 cents I paid for this pot pie!


I could write a diatribe about wah, wah, all of our stuff is tainted with e. coli, salmonella, lead paint and antifreeze! But I won't.

Recalls are a part of living in an industrial society where there is a plant somewhere in Nebraska chucking out millions of frozen dinners a day.

It's the gamble you take. Let's quit snivelling about it and either own up to it, or find an alternative to the mass-produced.

Shit, even if I grew that chicken in the pot pie myself my chances of catching salmonella would probably be the same if not greater. It's chicken!

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Wednesday, October 10, 2007

When Hats Go Bad

Yeah Dr. Mad Scientist's hat was a smidge too short.

I've picked up some stitches at the bottom. It will look like crap, but at this point, I just don't care!

Then remember how I said I was making a mini-mite hat for the recipient of the the BFD?

Yeah, I made it too small.

Not to worry though--I just sewed a bottom onto the hat and stuffed it.


I went the ladybug route this time with this "hat."


It's a cute little stuffie now.

Again, at this point I just don't care...!


Monday, October 08, 2007

BEZZIE, BFD & Sweet Dreams

No one really guessed more than 2 out of my six pictures of the “about me” meme. Zany and Zitty were the only ones that were guessed spot on by anyone.

Just to rationalize my choice of “zitty” for Mags and how that defines who I am—I only break out during a full moon if you catch my drift. In essence you could say my zittiness equates to my femaleness. And being a female does define a lot of “who I am.”

So I just stuck your names in a pot, pulled one out and the winner is: Zuma.

Too damn funny, she tags me and wins a prize with my answer.

Don't y'all go getting any ideas and start tagging me for every meme now! Zuma-email me your address at rkbezzie @ gmail . com and I’ll get your yarn cutter out in the mail.

Here’s the answers I had in mind:

B: Bizarre
E: Eccentric
Z: Zitty
Z: Zany
I: Inventive (that curtain is made from an old skirt)
E: Ex-Alaskan

I took a break this weekend from making more balls.

My ball supply is pretty much limited by the scraps I have on hand. Therefore, I have to knit more to create new colors of balls.

But that wasn't a problem this weekend.

I finished a baby dress for a coworker who is expecting a little girl right around Chunky’s birthday. I’m hoping she joins me and Jackie Kennedy as 11/27 moms.

It’s not a PFD by any stretch though—it’s a BFD!


The stats:

Pattern: My own, inspired by a BFD dress that Jennifer knit a while back.

Yarn: Sinfonia 100% mercerized cotton in “Jacaranda.”

Needles: US 6 for the body; US 7 for the arm and neck hole finishing

Notes: It’s a pattern I made up myself and it’s a simple jumper/sundress. It’s not really too thrilling. Those who have knit Turtlegirl’s Red Dwarf will recognize the lace pattern at the edges. I cast on for this right after my Der Frawds—I already had that lace repeat memorized.

Honestly, I’m not sure this dress will fit the kid. I’m no good at judging baby sizes when creating my own patterns. And I think I made the arm holes a little too tight. What can I say? It’s been nearly six years since Chunky was truly a chunky little infant.

I’m also making this chica one of my trademark mini-mite hats, just so the kid will have something to wear straight out of the womb.

I also finished the hat I was knitting for Dr. Mad Scientist.

He’s never really worn a winter hat.

This year that’s changing for a couple of different reasons.

He had his head professionally buzzed back in August so he wouldn’t have to worry about going in for a haircut for a few months longer than he normally would had he just gotten in cut like normal.

I thought it was a great idea and did the same thing to Chunky’s hair. If you’ve been reading my ramblings, you’ll know that I took up cutting Chunky’s hair on my own about a year ago to save money and because we left our beloved haircut girl back in Michigan —we could never replace her!

I had never cut Dr. Mad Scientist’s hair because it’s so fine (and frankly getting a little thin up top!) and I didn’t have the huevos to do it.

Chunky’s hair is much thicker and hides my haircutting mistakes easier that what thin Dr. Mad Scientist hair would.

But after I buzzed Chunky’s thick mop of hair, I gained the confidence to do Dr. Mad Scientist’s.

This weekend I buzzed Dr. Mad Scientist’s dome with decent results. As a result, we’ll be keeping up the buzzing into the winter months.

The other reason aside from lack of hair he’ll need a hat is of course the transportation.

He used to only have to worry about getting from house to car to work.

Now he’ll be sitting on a train platform in the winter waiting for his train, he’ll be in the subway (which although it’s underground, is still icy cold like a pee-smelling tomb—in the summer he says it’s hot like a sauna that’s been peed in—let that olfactory imagery sink in), he’ll be walking a few blocks from his subway stop to the hospital and if he’s working late--the three miles home from the train station to home.

I’m calling this one the “Sweet Dreams Cap.”


Sweet dreams because it means I’ll get to sleep instead of having to wake up at 1:00 a.m., get Chunky bundled up, start up and possibly brush snow off the car to go and drive to get Dr. Mad Scientist when he’s working late. I also fell asleep knitting it at lunch three or four times--no joke.

The stats:

Pattern: Dude, it’s a hat with a 1x1 rib. If ever there was a thing you did NOT need a pattern for it would be a boring man hat.

Yarn: That Russian angora goat/wool blend yarn I bought a while back in black.

Needles: Size 2 DPNs. Oh yes, love is knitting your man a stockinette cap on teeny size 2 needles.

Notes: I just hope this covers his ears enough. I guess I could always rip out the cast on and re-knit it a bit longer. We’ll see.

Now I officially have nothing on my needles.

But not to worry, I had Chunky trace his hand for a pair of knitted and polar fleece lined mittens and Miss Vera’s (the other one of Chunky’s teachers) Christmas Autumn Walk Scarf shall soon take their place as WIPs.

This leaves me with one other thing I’m allowed to cast on. I’m thinking a pair of Rainbow (link) socks, or maybe some more Christmas items. Dr. Mad Scientist let it slip to Grandpa Mad Scientist that I knit and now he wants a scarf made from “Raiders” colors—black and silver. Gah, more boring man knitting!!!


Saturday, October 06, 2007

Two Birds

After I left Michigan, my old LYS--Threadbear ditched selling Clover bamboo DPNs and started selling these needles I had never heard of: Chaio Goo.

Kinda sounds like something you'd get with a side of fried rice.

Rob raved about them many times in the Threadbear newsletter (that I still get).

I was intrigued, but never pursued purchasing them.

Cut to Texas where I joined a SNB that Janna turned me on to. There I met Amanda.

A week or so ago Amanda announced she was going to be selling Chaio Goo DPNs in her Etsy store at a very reasonable price. So I snapped up a set of size US 2s.


Mmmm...they came in the mail Thursday. I haven't knit with them yet but I can already tell I'm going to love them.

So where do the two birds come in?

If you flip the package of the Chaio Goos (and Rob at Threadbear pointed this out when they first started carrying the needles), they may be made in China...


...but they're distributed by a Michigan company.

I gotta say, being able to support a Michigan company and a Texas friend and get a great pair of reasonably priced needles out of the deal--how can you go wrong??

I was listening to NPR on the way home from work/school last night and heard a story that didn't really surprise me. Michigan now has the country's highest unemployment rate and one in nine families is receiving some kind of assistance with food.

I loved Michigan and will always have ties to it as that's where El Chunko was spurned from my loins, but I am glad we got out of there. I've seen my Michigan friends struggle with unemployment there and it's not pretty.

I figured things were bad when about a year ago I saw my first ad on TV basically begging companies to set up shop in Michigan.

I know I can't solve their economic problems and there are no quick answers, but hey, buying the Chaio Goos didn't hurt!

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Friday, October 05, 2007

Graphic Meme

Alright, kids it's time for the illustrated meme.

Zuma and Mary tagged me for this. You take the letters of your name, and you come up with words that describe you that start with those letters.

But guess what, I'm not going to tell you the words. YOU have to figure out the words I'm thinking of that describe me from the pictures I present.

What the hell, I'll even offer a prize. But it's a guinea pig prize.

Remember that polymer yarn ball yarn cutter? I didn't sell it. I pulled the listing. What if the blade did cut someone?

I'm so my father's daughter. Next thing you know I'll stop carrying pencils for fear I'll trip, puncture my jugular and get lead poisoning.

Anyway, the one who guesses the words I had in mind the closest first gets the cutter.

C'mon, it should be easy. I mean you know the first letter after all right?

Biz Card Skirt






Ha ha! Let the fun begin!