Monday, March 31, 2008

Barf Bag

Or maybe I'll call it the Chunky Monkey bag.


It started out as something I thought I would gift someone who has a penchant for the monkeys. But it quickly grew (and grew and grew) into something quite ugly--as you can see from the photo.

Where are the monkeys?


On the bottom of course.

And why Chunky? Because every weekend I have to haul home his nap pillow, sheet, and an afghan a Michigan coworker crocheted for him when he was a baby (out of white yarn--I have just recently given it to him to use now that he's old enough not to get it excessively dirty) to wash.

I did have a wonderful sturdy plastic bag from The Strand that I have been using since October to haul this stuff home. But last week I made the mistake of leaving his blankets in the bag when I dropped him off on Monday. So some other parent, or the trash claimed my beloved Strand bag.

The specs:

Pattern: My own. It's a ribbed lace pattern from an old Harmony Guide.

Yarn: Noro Kureyon--ala Mag--the popper of my Noro Cherry. Noro does have some pretty colors and I can see where people get addicted knitting with it. I'm not to impressed with the spin of it though. Yes, yes, it's handspun, but shoot, even my crappy spinning is as good as Noro's. Of course I wouldn't have made this comment had I not tried a spindle during this project.

Needles: US 11

Notes: (To Self:) Remember to follow a real pattern when attempting to make something nice for someone.

Ah well, it's done. And now I can concentrate on a semi-knitting related large project.


Saturday, March 29, 2008

Going Dark

I've got a lot to work on this weekend, so there won't be much coming out of this small sliver of the Blogoverse this weekend.

I will return April 1st.

On April 1st I'll be announcing the winner of March's K.A.Y.E. drawing (you still have time to enter if you qualify this month--click the link for details!).
And on April 1st I will be flashing my stash.

Now I know Ravelry and even that silly Yarn Harlot* (in an indirect Canadian-exclusive way) are doing their part to quash Flash Your Stash Day, but I refuse to submit to not participating.

There's just too much good fodder for me to pass up in not participating in April 1st's Flash Your Stash Day.

I won't lie. I'll miss seeing other people's stashes on their blogs and some of the creative ways they come up with to display it. Clicking on little boxes in Ravelry isn't quite the same.

*Ok, I won't lie, I do occasionally get bored at work and click over to read the Yarn Harlot. It's good for a laugh. I quite enjoyed the drawn out story of her taking an 8 mile walk for beer and TP. Honey, try taking an 8 mile walk 9 months pregnant because you've got a craving for a can of fruit cocktail and you're six days overdue with said child and you think (wrongly) that walking will induce labor. Beer and toilet paper--pish! Lightweight!

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Thursday, March 27, 2008

Neuro Constipation

Last night, I couldn't get to sleep at all (no, no, no!).

I was mentally constipated.

I figure if you can have diarrhea of the mouth, you can get constipation of the mind, right?

For the record, I would never wish real constipation on even my worst enemy. Give me diarrhea any day!

But back to my brain.

I kept waking up with this idea I was thinking about when I went to sleep. It's something I want to make. It involves sewing. (I've fallen under the spell of the Beast! Jeebus have mercy on my soul!)

But I have so much to do before I can start a new project.

I've got the ugly rotten watermelon bag.


This started as a tongue-in-cheek-RAK, but the thing is so large and so monstrous and unwieldy that it would be a RAU to give it to someone.

Plus I effed up on the handle placement and I didn't feel like ripping back.

I'm still plugging away on mom's boob too. I've hit the point where I have to make it a triangle and I'm still simmering on how I'm going to do that without losing the boobness of the boob.

And I've just turned the heel of my second lunchtime knitting sock in the Lone Star Arts officially named "Go Spurs Go" color (or the unofficially named "Hurl Yourself Off a Bridge New Jersey Winter Sky" color). (As a side note, Amanda's gone electric--you can check out her roving offerings now at Loopy Ewe.)

I too have gone electric. But more on that later when I actually plug in. That's all I'll say about that for now.

April 1st is also around the corner and faithful readers and fiber pervs know what that means. I've got a lot of fodder for this year's installment and my 90 minutes in the car each day has allowed me to storyboard it all in my head. God bless New Jersey for shitty commutes.

And finally, my knitting Fairy Godmother (thank you to whoever you are) waved her wand and made this appear in my mailbox yesterday.


I spoke a little while ago about how I thought Vogue Knitting interested me more than Interweave Knits.

After reading this issue it hit me.

Vogue inspires me more than Interweave does. Vogue has some kooky shit in there--I mean you saw the Adult Nipple Hat I posted, yikes!

Their stuff is edgy and different. Edgy and different inspires me.

IK (at least the couple of years I've been poking through it) isn't as edgy.

The only thing I've ever attempted to knit from IK was the Corded Yoke Pullover (which subsequently turned into the Cold Shoulder sweater when I didn't feel like knitting 8 yards of i-cord). I liked that sweater because it was different and kind of weird. Do you know how many times a finished Corded Yoke Pullover shows up in The Place That Shall Not Be Named?

Zero times. (Almost makes me want to start casting on some i-cord!)

But I guess you could say Vogue is considered a "fashion" magazine and IK is not. It's like comparing Pop Rocks to Skittles. They're both candy but they're quite different.

But back to where I was going with this--there is a sweater in this VK issue--the sweater on the furthest right here--


that has inspired me to knit myself a similar sweater. It's not totally original what I'll be doing, but I want to do it.

And I want to do it now!

That's where the mental constipation comes in. The ideas are there, but I've got too many other projects going on right now to make these new un-pooped ideas come out.

I suppose I'll just have to eat a mental bran muffin and finish up the rotten watermelon bag, mom's boob, and the Go Spurs Go! socks first.

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Monday, March 24, 2008

Weird Things

A while ago when I had nothing witty to say, Marie Grace tagged me for one of those "Seven Weird Things About You" memes.

Ah, but you know me, I can't a.) follow instructions and b.) post a post without pictures.

Instead of seven weird things about you, I'm going to give you four weird things that have been kicking around my head lately--fully illustrated of course for those of us that have a hard time with text heavy posts.

1. Why Only The Dime?

Have you noticed when people post pictures of their handspun yarn, they wedge a dime under the yarn to show you the weight (the thickness or thinness) of their resulting yarn? Why a dime? Why not a penny? Or a nickle? Or my beloved quarter, bringer of the clean underpants?


It's not like US dimes are universal and someone in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, is going to know "Ah! That's a thin sock-like yarn spun to about the width of a tenth of a rupee!" (Ok, I made that up, a Sri Lankan rupee is about 36.8 mm, the American dime is much smaller.)

2. Croqui! Croqui!

Do crocuses (croqui?) get any bigger than this?


Or are they just midgety little flowers that give us a sense of hope that spring is right around the corner before they die?

3. Fight, fight. We fight all night.

They fight all damn night but it's ok to near-snuggle on the bed when mommy and daddy aren't trying to sleep in it. Why is this???


Actually this is probably a sign of the Apocalypse. These cats are never seen this close together--thus the reason I had to take a picture to record this momentous occasion.

4. Ya Pansy!

I actually thought of this one when I was sitting outside the Marriage Shrinker's office (it's official--she IS a shrinker) with Dr. Mad Scientist. We got their a little too early and sat in the parking lot watching men walk in and out of the Yoga Den that is next door to the Shrinker Shack.

The building was chock full of therapists, and shrinks, and one place that burned stinky incense and was called The Body Mind Connection or something. I'm glad we'll only be going to see Shrinky Dinky Do every other week. I'd have to whiten my teeth and take up ironing if I spent more time in that part of Montclair.

But back to the pansy.

Watching the Yoga Den Dudes I couldn't but wonder why we call effeminate men "pansies."

Pansies are actually very sturdy and hearty flowers.


They can withstand lots of wild weather swings.

So why using their name as a derogatory term?? Poor pansies getting put down like that.

Thank goodness they can take the punishment.


Sunday, March 23, 2008

Happy Easter

Assuming you subscribe to that train of thought.



Saturday, March 22, 2008

Three Day Weekends

Are for sewing!

I dragged out the Beast again on Friday.


I just wish I could show you what I made--but it's a surprise for someone who reads this blog. I'm so very proud of it. I followed a pattern and everything! Woo!

AND! The bobbin ran out of thread--and I refilled it and reloaded it all by myself--and it worked!

It's the little things I tell you. It reminds me of when I learned how to was all downhill from there!


Thursday, March 20, 2008

Rubber Boobie

Sex and spinning, baby-eating bunny towels, and now I'm going to flash my mother's breast to you y'all.



You might recall when I knit Mom a couple of Tit Bits.

They were too round and um, too big.

But mom liked the "feel" of them more than that big rubber monstrosity you see in that picture up there.

So using the Tit Bit pattern, I'm trying to modify it so it's more triangular shaped and not so round and of course smaller.

When Mom sent me the specs for her boobie, she sent it with some other goodies in a box for me and Chunky. Dr. Mad Scientist came over to see what was going on when we were going through the box.

He grabbed the papers (that were folded up) with the boobie specs and said "Oh! She sent something for me too!" As he unfolded it you could see the wheels turning as he figured out what it was. He quickly let out a yelp and tossed the papers down as if they were infected with the most vile of cootie. Ha ha!

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Maybe the Bunny Ate Your Baby

Move over dingoes, the big bad bunny is here.


Oh dear.


I didn't intend for this to come out twisted looking. But it did.

I hate it.

I'm not sure if it's because of who the original intended recipient was and I hate the reason I can't give it to that recipient anymore.

Or maybe it's all the boringass stockinette in kitchen cotton that makes me dislike it so.


Oh well, it's done and I'm free to work on something new.


Thank god!


Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Sex and the Spindle

I talked myself down from those urges of a wheel.

Especially when I heard how much marriage counselling sessions were going to be.


We've got an appointment on Saturday to be "interviewed" by Montclair Marriage Shrinker. She's a professor at Montclair State University (I will refrain from calling it "MSU" as the locals do for as the mid-Michigan readers of this blog will know there's only one true "MSU" and the M doesn't stand for Montclair) and she does shrinking on the side (ok so she's technically probably just a counselor/therapist, but "shrink" just sounds cooler!). As such, she's kind of picky about who she takes on as clients.

Let's just say that one session with her costs $20 more than the wheel I was lusting after.

But it's OK. Spinning's not going anywhere. And I'm still half determined to figure out a way to make a ghetto-riffic wheel. I just need to get up close and personal with a "real" wheel to figure out the basics.

I'm sort of hoping this chick doesn't charge us full price to "interview" us. Or if she does we get something out of it. And by "get something out of it" I mean more than just a feeling whether we want to retain her ourselves since essentially an interview goes both ways.

In the meantime while I wait to win the lottery and kiss my financial insecurities (imagined and otherwise) goodbye, I did--for less than $10--buy a spindle.

I'm not sure why given my brief fling in 2006 with a spindle.

That was like awkward teenager sex.

You hear all of this hype about how great sex is so you jump into bed with the first pimply faced boy that shows you the time of day and you fumble around all naked like inserting his Tab A into your Slot B.

You rinse, repeat, and then think "That was it? That wasn't that exciting at all!"

That was my first attempt at drop spindling.

This time around seems to be different.


This time I've invested in (while still cheap--only $6.50!) a nicer spindle. It's handmade and just feels better than that first shitty spindle I had.

You can see behind the spindle this attempt isn't a cat-barfy-poo looking either.

I'm discovering I don't hate spinning with a spindle as much.

I'm having Year 2 Marriage Sex with this spindle.

I've gone beyond that teenage sex with pimple faced boys to having it with a man who's pledged to have sex with only me the rest of his life.

It's not as clumsy, but it's not quite that exciting--my finished product isn't 100% professional looking.

I haven't reached that stage in my spindling where the product looks beautifully spun.

Or to continue with the sex metaphor, I'm not yet to the point where I'm comfortable blindfolding and tying my naked husband up to the headboard and doing unspeakable kinky things to him.

If anything, right now I'm kind of faking it.

Notice I haven't used the word "drop" when describing my current spindle. That's because I'm not coordinated enough to let the spindle "drop" while spinning the yarn.

I roll it on my thigh.

Maybe this is like faking an orgasm?

I really don't plan on teaching myself to drop the spindle and do it the traditional way.

I want to see how far I can go doing it the way I'm doing it now.

Hm, maybe I am ready for the kinky stuff.


Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy St. Patty's!

My mother was a Riley so I think I'm entitled to celebrating this holiday.

Tonight we shall feast upon crock pot corned beef ($6), a cabbage and apple stir-fry ($1.19) and soda bread:


I thought I would make a soda bread with raisins in it at first. But I didn't feel like going out to buy raisins.

Then I came across this site that curmudgeonly asserts that if it has eggs, raisins, etc. that it's not really "soda bread" but tea cake.

What really hit home for me and made me smile was the site's author alleges:

"The creation of soda bread and 'Corned Beef and Cabbage' came about not to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, but as a result of poverty."

Oh man, how can I resist not paying homage to my cheap-ass ancestors?!

And certainly tonight's corned beef and cabbage will cost us less than $10 and we'll eat leftovers for at least one night.

Dessert was a bit more of a splurge.


Irish Cream Shamrock cakes! Yum!


Saturday, March 15, 2008

Lazy Saturday

I've picked up working on the baby bath towel that had originally been slated for one of Dr. Mad Scientist's coworkers. She was due on Tuesday. I hope she's had the thing by now.


I'm not sure how I feel about the hood. It's really really small. I should have made it about 15-20 sts wider.

I dunno. I thought about frogging it. But I might just continue.

Right now it doesn't have a specific baby in mind. Although we just found out that Dr. Mad Scientist's brother and his wife are expecting another baby. God have mercy on the poor child's soul. I'd get into that sentiment more but I won't.

So for now, that's what I'm knitting. I'm still not sure if it will be a pig towel or a bunny towel. I guess it will just wait until it tells me what it wants to be.

In other news I stumbled upon these gorgeous wonderfully priced spinning wheels. I'm tempted to get one with my Etsy earnings.

But then I can't help but be gun shy.

Yes, Dr. MS has a job somewhere at Mt. Sinai, but it's not for sure when he'll be starting back. I can't spend money on frivolous things.

Part of me thinks they're going to give him the administrative run around to frustrate him into just quitting. That way they don't have to deal with him and they don't have any liability in firing a mentally ill employee because he would have quit.

But I'm borrowing trouble with that statement.

Besides, instead of a spinning wheel I just got back from paying for a different type of wheel--new brakes on Dr. Mad Scientist's car (there went 1/2 my paycheck).

But they told us they were pretty sure they replaced the original callipers on his car. Which considering the car is a 1996 is pretty impressive. I know I've already gone through two sets of callipers on my car and it's a 2000 and I haven't owned it for five years yet.

Stay tuned--Monday is St. Patty's day! I've got baking and crockpotting planned! Mmmmm!


Thursday, March 13, 2008

I Have To Admit It's Getting Better

On Tuesday I was stricken/struck/bowled down with the crud that had been slowly making it's way around the office.

I honestly cannot tell you the last time I called in sick prior to Tuesday. Does the six weeks of maternity leave I took when I had Chunky ripped from my loins count?

Was I really that sick that it would be the first time in how many years I've been on the joe-job-train that I felt I could call in?

No, not really.

However, I sure as hell wasn't faking it. I felt like someone put me in a burlap bag and beat me with reeds. It hurt to move my eyeballs and my neck was getting sore from having to move my head in all directions in order to prevent my eyeballs from having to rotate in their sockets.

All the way into school to drop Chunky off I debated with myself:

"I can still move around, I could last 9 hours at work."

"Yeah, but I feel like something crawled into my skull and died..."

Finally, as I was sitting on the overpass near the Watchung Exit on the GSP at a red light with the sun in my eyes making my eyes water (for my poor sore eyeballs were also very sensitive to light), it hit me.

Why the hell NOT call in?

In reading my mini-library of self-help books dealing with living la vida borracha a hallmark of a codependent (god, I hate that word--so damn overused!) is thinking that stuff like your spouse, kid, job, etc. can't function without YOU there.


So even though it was a small step, New Bezzie decided to be a man and call in sick.

And I crawled back into bed under my electric blanket and slept for three hours. And it was everything I thought it could be!

This seems like such a simple thing to do for many of you reading. I'm sure if you work outside the home, it may seem ordinary to call in sick when you're sick. For me though it involves a whole thing about letting down my bosses, falling behind in my work, and blah, blah, blah.

I'm happy I called in sick.

When I came in on Wednesday I came to find out that the girl I sit next do and the girl who sits behind her were both out on Tuesday too.

We probably all cross contaminated each other.

Now I'm feeling much better. I just have a lovely lingering hacking cough that flares up when I'm lying down trying to sleep or when I have to move around a lot.

And if I hear one more person ask me why I don't go see a doctor to get antibiotics, I will kill them. The last time I checked, the cold virus was still a VIRUS.

After hacking around the office a couple of days, I can completely see why bacteria is becoming resistant to antibiotics. Yikes.

So did you make it this far through a knitting-less (there's knitting in the hopper--I swear!) pictureless post?

Shall I reward you with a link to a hilarious website someone turned me on to?

Sure, why not. But click only if you can take a joke. Some might find it offensive.

Me, on the other hand--I had to stop reading it it was making me laugh and thus cough so hard I was starting to gag from all the laugh-coughing.

Now you KNOW you want do click don't you?

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

March Yarn

Today I shall highlight March's K.A.Y.E. yarn.


It's a skein of Rabbit Ridge Designs Superfine Alpaca in the color "Aurora Fire."

I must be homesick for a real winter. Ha ha!

This picture isn't the best--the day I took it we were having less than spectacular weather. But it is awfully purty.

Email me your name if you've haven't already and you've had your cooter rooted this year. Your name will be put into the pool for March and if not drawn in March, well then you'll have a chance at the end-of-the-year grand prize drawing.

Fun stuff!


Monday, March 10, 2008

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Sunday, March 09, 2008

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

Yesterday was some GREAT weather!!

Torrential downpour all day long!

Then at 7:00 p.m. as I was ready to go out to do the laundry (at the laundromat) the wind kicked up.

It kicked up big time. It was Palmer-Alaska-Strong wind.

I say this because Lower 48 people don't experience wind like Palmer gets very much. You see Palmer is in the base of a valley. Cold air off the Matanuska Glacier sinks into the valley causing winds to commonly gust up to 60 mph. It's a way of life there.

Here, when the wind gusts that much, it's cause for wind advisories and freakouts.

But the freakout was justified last night.

With the hours of rain coming down like a cow peeing on a flat rock, it softened the ground. Add in a little wind and you get what I saw at 7:00 p.m. out the window.

That would be a large flash and that sickening sound of an electrical transformer blowing. Then our power went out.

But then it came right back on. (Remember this.)

I skipped doing laundry when I realized what caused the transformer to blow.

It was clearer in the daylight.



Oh man. That poor Corolla owner.

But thank Squashola for the Corolla. Had that car not been parked there--the pacifists living in the home across the street would be suffering some serious damage to their over-priced shoebox home (it was up for sale this summer and I can confidently say that $389,000 for a 2 bedroom house on a postage stamp lot is a rip off).

While we were outside surveying the damage, we overheard our neighbors bitching about the power company having promised to have restored the power by 6:00 a.m. this morning. By 6:00 a.m. this morning they bumped the deadline to 2:00 a.m. Monday morning I guess.

At first we thought because we were on a corner lot, we weren't effected by the outage (although our lights still went out when the tree came down).

But then we found something in the yard we had never paid attention to.


Nice! The benefits of living with an invalid landlord downstairs! Hug an elderly person today--they've made my weekend with flowers and power!

The po-po blocked off the road which was nice. No jackasses from the Boobie Bar using our driveway to turn around all day.


And about 12:00 p.m. a cherry picker came to shave the tree.


A few hours after the cherry picker shaved the tree leaving just a long stump and a pile of branches, the township "Tree Department" came to the rescue.


At first I didn't think a front-end loader would do much good picking up tree branches and that the guy was just getting his rocks off being able to drive over and over the pile of branches.

But it became clearer that he was smooshing the branches down into more manageable pieces so he could load them into the dump truck. (Although I'm sure he still got his rocks off driving over the pile of branches over and over!)


After the branches were cleared away, they used the loader to push up the long stump so Corolla owner could move his car.

Yes! It still moved!!!

Then Paul Bunyan whipped out his chainsaw and started working on the large stump.




Check out the split-second timing on my camera-finger there--the stump is just about to hit the ground!!

Now it's 6:30 p.m. and Chunky just relayed that they're just sweeping up the sawdust.

Thankfully no one was hurt, except for the Corolla. But like I said, thank god that Corolla was there!!!

In like a lion for sure!!!

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Saturday, March 08, 2008

Everything's Coming Up Roses

See, I told you I wouldn't be able to shut up long.


Things have been looking up.

Those flowers there came to my office on Friday.

From my husband?


From my boyfriend?


They were from my Top of the Totem Pole Boss's (I work for three attorneys--one partner, and two associates--when they give me work, the partner's gets done first followed by the associates' based on their seniority) mother.

His mom spent all of February in Florida and I was tasked with setting up her flight, rental car, and the ticket for the first string of her kids to come down and stay with her. My TOTTP Boss comes from an old-school Catholic family with tons of kids so he and his sibs took turns each spending a week down there with her.

I met her once and she's one of those cute old ladies you just want to squeeze until they pop (I have this urge with cute babies and cats too). But she was thoughtful enough to send me this gorgeous arrangement and a note thanking me. Say it with me now: Awwwwwww!

That definitely brightened my day.

Now if Squeaky would just stop climbing the quilt I have under this window with her claws trying to get up at the flowers, all would be well. (Next kitten I get is getting declawed!)

On Wednesday Dr. Mad Scientist met with Mt. Sinai's Human Resources department.

They will be giving him back a job. They just don't know where or what.

He also filled out the paperwork putting him on Double Secret Probation. Basically, if he fucks up, he's outta there for good.

He's subject to random pee (or blood, but they say they only do that for drug users, not boozers) tests, verfication that he's still attending group therapy (2 nights a week), and any other whim of the Department of Pediatrics.

He's a bit frustrated that he won't know WHAT the hell he'll be doing when he's done with his intensive outpatient therapy at the end of the month, but he does realize he's damn lucky to even have a job.

So in many ways, this has been just like Sucky September. About two months with no pay. Who would have thought something good could have come from that nightmare? Who would have thought it would be good practice for this current nightmare? Everything for a reason huh?

I've also been working furiously on new stuff for the Etsy shop. I've got some new products I will be unveiling. Mom also emailed me to say she's sending some kitty-needlebooks down shortly. Be on the lookout.

I hope to have at least a preliminary update with new stock next week.

The best part of this weekend was Teenage Marriage Shrink cancelling our appointment today! She's under the weather. Hooray! Well not for her feeling sick, but hooray for not having to schlep into the city! We were going to drag Chunky in and just have him wait in the waiting room. He loves going into the city and would have been bummed if we both went without him.

Dr. Mad Scientist also explained to Teenage Marriage Shrink that it was nothing personal against her, but it was just really a burden to have to go into the city each week for a 55 minute appointment. She emailed her clinical director and she's supposed to be putting us in touch with a Marriage Shrink in Montclair.

For those familiar with where I live, in typical New Jersey fashion (where all the cities are super-squished together), Montclair is a skip from here. I could walk to Montclair from where we live.

This Marriage Shrink apparently takes insurance (although I'm not sure how many more covered mental health appointments we have left for this year on Dr. Mad Scientist's insurance plan) and has a sliding fee scale. Nice!

Not to mention I've got a friend at work from an old-school not-so-Catholic family where she's the oldest of six kids (like me) and she's offered to pimp out one of her siblings if we ever need a sitter. It would be much easier to only have to pay someone for an hour and a half to watch El Chunkito than a whole day in addition to paying $20 to get into the city.

For today, even though it's raining and gloomy, everything seems to be coming up roses, and gerbera daisies, and tulips and stargazer lilies...

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Tuesday, March 04, 2008

I've Got Nothing To Say but It's O.K.

Good Morning! Good Morning!

You ever read those blogs where someone's life changes, and you get bored reading them?

There's a blog I used to read that had that happen. Now I won't say who it was, but they underwent a life change and the original "yo no sé*" that attracted me to the blog was gone after this change.

It became a bore to read it and I quit subscribing to the feed.

I feel like my blog is starting to become a bore to read for the same reason.

This recovery crap is so consuming and seems to be sucking every creative spark (not to mention time) out of my life.

As a result, I'm hard pressed to come up with anything remotely interesting to blog about.

And even when I do blog about the boring stuff (see the first half of the last post) it's ranting. I know I'm not 100% anger free yet. I took a trip via the Way Back Machine last night and man, I've been angry a very, very long time.

Or maybe it's just a dry spell. Hypersensitivity is a hallmark of what I'm finding myself to be so I could just be over reacting to the current situation.

I need to remember that sometimes I got nothin' to contribute.

So if you don't hear from me here, I'm not gone. I'm just trying to figure shit out and don't have time to say anything worthwhile.

Everytime I say I'm taking a break though something positively blog worthy comes along and it makes me look like a hypocrite. But ah well letting go is part of recovery too I suppose.

*The Bezzie-Spanish way of replacing the oft used French phrase je ne sais quoi. Welcome to America. French people aren't risking their lives to become a part of this country, it's time to abandon our archaic adopted French sayings.


Sunday, March 02, 2008


February's K.A.Y.E. winner was Jenny!

And thus we start a clean slate for March. Of course the January and February entrants will be put into the year-end drawing for a pile of what is already some very decadent yarn thanks to some crazy de-stashing aunts, a stubborn Pole, and a 2007 winner--you all know who you are! Wink, wink.

Not much going on this weekend.

Saturday I went into the city alone to meet with the 19 year old psycho-something or other that handles the "family" portion of Dr. Mad Scientist's rehab.

Now I shouldn't get down on her for her young looks, but she seriously doesn't look old enough to drink herself.

It was um, interesting to say the least. I think she expected me to be spitting nails and steaming cartoon steam out of my ears with fury at Dr. Mad Scientist for all of this.

Maybe I should be, but that was so three weeks ago. I'm past a lot of the rage and anger now. What the hell good does it do me? Nothing can come of rage.

What's done is done. I mean I'm not all skipping-down-happy-trails-sniffing-daisies happy with him, but I'm not as furious as I was.

And then she started asking me a weird line of questioning about how I felt about him smoking (many alcholics it seems like to replace one vice for another). I told her I didn't like it but hey, you're not going to lose your job (unless you work for a company called Weyco) or fall down a ravine and break your neck when you have to pee on your way home walking from the train station in the middle of the night in a rich neighborhood because you're smoking.

"Yeah but you don't like it and yet you give him money to do it...I don't know if I would do that."

Uh huh. Yeah, well I do give him money to do that. Because if I don't--what's it going to drive him to do? Shit, he's kicking the booze right now. Let's tackle one addiction at a time.

Blah. Those couple of things bugged me. But somehow I think both Dr. MS and I misinterpreted what the purpose of this "family" person was. And as a result now we've got to trek into fucking Manhattan (a four hour round trip ordeal that costs $18.50) once each Saturday to meet with this chica for a measly hour every week. Oh and somehow I've got to find and pay a sitter to watch Chunky for the five hours we'll be gone.

I mean don't get me wrong, I'm cool with meeting with this chick, although I think it's still kind of early in the process to be working on "us" I think both he and I need to work on ourselves individually for more than just a month before we dive into fixing us. But this is the one time I'm really regretting living in New Jersey. Such a fucking hassle for one hour of marriage counseling.

I might just drag Chunky in with us. Does that make me a bad parent for making him wait in the waiting room for an hour by himself?

Aye, I'm flashing back to those poor kids at my old office that would be stuck in our lobby when their mom and/or dad were meeting with their divorce attorneys. I felt for them.

Chime in if you have any alternate ideas. I'm tempted to see if Little Miss Psycho-Family Girl could refer us to someone closer in Jersey.

But on the happier knitting front I finished T.'s Pinkley Taurus Scraper Mitt!


Pattern: Ice Scraper Mitt from 101 One-Skein Wonders

Yarn: Peace Fleece worsted weight in Perestroika Pink. You might recognize this yarn as having starred in Russian language yarnos such as War and Fleece or last year's installment of Flash Your Stash.

T., make sure you give Vladimir the hand job he deserves as you scrape your frigid Pinkley Taurus in the mornings.

Needles: US 7 DPNs.

Notes: This was a decent enough pattern. Not the best.

It called for an "invisible" cast on. Me being lazy and stupid, I cast on like normal. Later when it was time to turn the mitt inside out and attach the cuffs to one another it said to "pick up stitches from the provisional cast on." If I had known that an invisible cast on was the same as a provisional one, I would have done a provisonal one.

Ah well, live and learn.

And no, you do NOT have to do a provisional cast on (invisible or not!) to get this to work. I merely took a stitch from my normal cast on, and knitted it together with my live outer cuff stitches. Worked just fine. Less fuss, less muss.

I was also a bit confused by the picture.

The picture in the book shows a mitt with a ribbed body.

However the pattern for the body reads as follows:

Round 1: (P1, K1) continue til end of round
Round 2: (K1, P2) continue til end of round
Round 3: Repeat Round 2
Round 4: Repeat Round 1
Do this for 7.25 inches.

Now maybe I'm stupid and lazy (see above) but that didn't end up looking like a rib. It ended up looking like this:


Now, I don't mind this at all. I think it looks fine.

Upon further inspection via The Place That Shall Not be Named about half of the mitts there have a rib the other half ended up like mine. But about half of the people bitched about the obvious mistake in the pattern.

Ok, I don't feel so lazy and stupid after all.

Kudos to The Place That Shall Not be Named for making me feel a little bit smarter and getting me that lovely discount at my LYS. Beyond that well...we won't get into it.

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