Here she is plotting her attack.
This is the Don. He is giving me the evil eye.
This is a ploy to make me feel relaxed and in control.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
I had been pretty regular with my posts until last week.
I visited an old friend on Saturday in Michigan. She took met to City Knits where I bought a strange looking hook. It is called a Handy Hook and promises to be a more comfortable experience. It is endorsed by the crochet association international. Whatever that is. We walked two blocks to get to this great yarn store. I was really bummed that it had the Adriafil yarn that I ordered from the UK. Next time, I will call Michigan since it isn't too far away.
I am too lazy to take a picture. Just imagine an orange peeler with a hook on its end.
We spent a hour longer at the LYS because I insisted on checking my Ravelry stash via my PDA phone. I wanted to buy some yarn that I needed for my stash.
☜ The store had the color in bulky. I always find it in bulky. I needed chunky. I spent 45 minutes trying to check my stash online.
It would not load on my phone. I tried and I tried and I tried.
I was going to just buy the yarn and hope for the best but I wanted to absolutely sure of the weight. Besides, they were having a sale!!!!!
Later at my gf's house, I checked my stash on her laptop. I was wrong.
☜This is the color that I actually have. No wonder I can't find anymore of it. It looks like a BR flavor. I held up the saleslady for almost an hour over the purchase of yarn that I didn't need at all. And all I purchased was a crochet hook.
BTW the colors really look different. Really different. Like the difference between purple and pink.
My gf has a digital tv and a laptop but she is unable to make the two pieces of equipment talk to one another. So we ventured into the cold and wet weather visiting store after electronics store to find the adapters necessary to make it work. She needs a vga to hdmi adapter. I determined that the adapters that she needs can only be found on the Internet for 80 bucks.
After my wonderfully wet visit and on my way home, I began coughing. Having allergies, mixed with warm March weather and carelessly making my body's defenses work harder leads to Bronchitis.
I have two scripts for antibiotics, using the inhaler every 4 hours, the nasal spray twice a day and something for the cough.
I have been miserable. Today, I feel as if I can lift my head above a cloud.
I am feeling normal.
And incidently, I have completed three books and one project.
The Zodiac has been discontinued. Thank goodness for Ebay!
This is a close-up of how I joined the strips.
It was fun to complete but my shoulder began hurting while holding the hairpin lace tool. I need to ask Dad about that....
Is Oprah trying to replace morgan freeman in voice over work?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
This blog will be the first edition of Other People’s Kids
Gotta love them
I agreed to help a girlfriend with the cooking for her Superbowl party. I had a terrible headache and just wanted to lie down for the night. But I could not ignore her pleas.
She gave me two motrin and an hour later I was fine. Yeah for motrin. She has a four year old, who I will call Boatman, and most of the children at the party were older girls. I offered to pick up Trey and Lil’ T to play with her son.
In case you are wondering, I do not know much of anything about football or the Superbowl. I spent the night reading – headache free. I had a highly coveted spot on the couch in front of the TV with my latest fey novel. Belly full of talipia and spaghetti. Content with the world until Lil’T appears in front of me.
She was guiding an injured Trey by the hand. In her other hand, she held several cubes of ice inside of a paper towel. Trey’s tear tracked face made whimpering noises. I asked “ What happened?”
First I checked the clock. Ten minutes. Ten minutes had elapsed since I fed Lil’T and Trey and told them they could play with the other kids. Ten minutes. Or maybe eight.
Guradian Lil’T felt that her responsibility to Trey had been completed and left without telling me what had happened. Whimpering Trey informs me that Boatman hit him with a toy while he applied the cold pack to his forehead. I called Lil’T back and asked her to send Boatman to me for an interview.
Boatman arrives - literally dragging his feet on the carpet. He offered this explanation.
“ I wanted to fight someone. No one would fight me. So I throw a toy at Trey.”
I was stunned.
My voice could only reply, “Well are you sorry for hurting Trey?”
“What was that? Are you going to apologize to Trey?”
Mumbling.. “I wanted to fight someone.. No one would fight with me..” mumble
By now, the entire room is observing this. Including Boatman’s father. He removes Boatman to have a chat with him. I do not discourage father to son chats.
I use the break to check on Trey’s bruise.
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It was doozy. Boatman really wanted to start a fight…… Is that some new form of play?
I warned Trey to duck next time someone starts throwing things. Then I resumed reading my book until Boatman returned to properly apologize to Trey.
Another five minutes and Trey was ready to resume playing with the other children as long as he could hold his ice pack to his forehead. By the end of the night, he told me that he was not ready to go home and that he wanted to play “Sum Moor.”
Apparently, the huge knot on his head could not stop him from having a good time.
I asked his father if Boatman had an appointment with a bully in the near future.
This weekend, Lil’ T and Trey visited me.
Lil’T brings a DVD and cannot comprehend why I have not repaired or replaced my broken DVD player. She reasons with me that if I had a working DVD player then she could watch her Barbie movie. I responded that she has probably seen that Barbie movie many times and she would not be injured to watch Coraline with me. She informed me that Coraline is a scary movie. I asked her if she had seen it before. She state that she had already watched Coraline and now she wanted to watch Barbie.
I suggested that she would not be scared to watch Coraline again with me. She insisted on watching Barbie. I gave up.
I set up my bedroom dvd player for her to watch Barbie while simultaneously playing on her hand held game.
I hear a loud crash coming from my bedroom. I check the clock. Yup, ten minutes had elapsed.
“What made that sound?” I ask
“That fell on the floor.” She responds as she casually makes a waving motion with her arm. She does not deign to look at me from her game.
“What fell on the floor?”
“That fell on the floor.” Again she casually flips her hand to indicate that the 3.5 pound dumbbell fell off the bed.
“You mean you dropped the dumbbell onto the floor “
“No, it fell.”
“No, you were playing with it and you dropped it. Since you cannot be left unsupervised you can watch Teenage Mutant Ninjas with me and your brother.”
“No, I want to watch Barbie.”
“Well maybe Barbie will make a guest appearance on TMNT, now come on.”
When I herded them to bed at ten pm. She informed me that on non-school nights they are allowed to stay up late at her home. A casually mention to her that she was not at home and turned off the light.
Someone really should remake Adventures in Babysitting because flying toys and falling dumbbells are serious business.
Done. Complete. Finished. I mailed the hats and scarves to my father to distribute to the grandkids. The is the final hat design.
And the new shawl
I am following this pattern : Dagmar. Hairpin lace is loads of fun. I almost wish that I was making this for myself.