42

The answer to life, the universe and everything... is 42. But what is the question? 4-2=2 and 4x2=8. If you put those two numbers together, you get 28. 28 is not the answer to the question. Nor is it the age I currently reside at. It was neither the number of sunny days this winter (we've passed it) nor the number of days during the Olympics. Check out that gold medal. Thanks Steph! It is however the number of days in February. AKA the worst month.

Thankfully, there are only 28 days in February. How is it that the shortest month of the year seems to last sooooooooooooo long?? How is it, that the days in December are shorter, yet February seems so dark and dismal? Maybe it's some kind of blip in the time space continuum. Maybe it's mother nature's way of knocking us down before bringing us back up with spring.

Go For the Gold

(if you take half an hour to type a post, the gods smile on you and you get photos)

Good grief!!!! The Olympic gods are smiting me at every turn today. I finished my sweater this afternoon, and I've been trying to share it ever since. First I wanted to wait for it to dry. Right, I might as well have said I wanted to wait to get it on a year old baby. It took 3 tumbles through the dryer (and I don't recommend that, it need to partially dry and then dry flat the rest of the way to not curl), and then the battery in my camera died. So the boy lent me his camera... and now, blogger won't let me upload the photo. So I will try later on. But for now, I give you a bit of learned wisdom.

The Final Lap

We are entering the final stretch of February. There are 3 more days until the start of March, and I couldn't be happier. It's been a bit of a weird winter. We've had mostly mild weather. 40 and 50 degree temps in a New England winter are not normal. If the sun shined a bit more, and it warmed up about 10 more degrees, I could enjoy winter a lot more. But this is NH. We get snow. And cold.

A is for...

Welcome to my new Friday feature. Every Friday until we hit Z, I will share something about myself that starts with whatever letter of the alphabet we're on. Bit of a change from the same old same old, and I thought it would be fun. So here we go.

A is for Afghan.

My mother crocheted me this afghan when I was a little girl. We were living in Massachusetts at the time, and I had a yellow room. Not a nice pale yellow, or a soft butter yellow, but BRIGHT YELLOW. The walls had a flowery sort of wallpaper on them that I helped my mother hang. It had been her bedroom when she was a girl, and underneath the old wallpaper we pulled off was this pesto bismol pink wall. Just one. And in the middle of that wall was a big painted heart with my mother and father's names. I remembered thinking that when I grew up, I wanted to be in love like that. I didn't know any better, but that is a story for another day. Anyhow, back to the bedroom. I kept this afghan on my bed. It's big enough to fit a twin size bed, and I loved it from the very first.

Time's ticking...

Well hello there and all that happy other stuff. I've been walking around with that nagging voice in my head for a few days telling me that I must blog.. and update...but I haven't. Hasn't been much knitting going on either. Nor a whole lot of drum playing, nor much of anything. It's been a week of not a whole lot of anything. Why? I'm not sure. I have done all of the above things, just not as much as my mind had planned to do when the week started. Life gets in the way. Friends call to chat, the kids want to play a game, or do this or that.. cleaning projects take longer than intended.

Interchangeable

(nods) so true!


You are interchangeable.
Fun, free, and into everything, you've got every

eventuality covered and every opportunity

just has to be taken. Every fiber is

wonderful, and every day is a new beginning.

You are good at so many things, it's amazing,

but you can easily lose your place and forget

to show up. They have row counters for

people like you!


What kind of knitting needles are you?
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now you see me....now I don't

Cuz you lovely ladies were so nice to ask....

the ole peepers are about the same. I'm not reading any kind of books (other than the paper), or doing anything that requires serious focusing, other than knitting, and that really doesn't even require much close focus. My eyes still don't feel good. They feel tired, and sore. I think not being at school this week will help, out of the bright lights and focused reading. I can't wait for my appointment, and I dread how long it will take to get my new lenses. (sigh) In the meantime, I'm just hanging in there.

And the laptop made out just fine (thank god!!)

I didn't do it

You know the deal. If I haven't a decent photo to share, I give you my birdy friends hanging out on the feeder. Click the photo for a larger better view of my little winged friends. I had 3 breeds at the feeder this morning, but I believe only 2 are represented in the photo. My cat is too boring to snap photos of, and the dog would rather hang out with the boy or the kids.

Stop the World

Lord am I tired. I have this issue going on with my eyes, and for the past week it's just escalated and I'm having a hard time with my vision, and getting horrible headaches. And on top of that, it's making me damn tired. I think I have 3 weeks before my eye appt. and I'm thankful that one of them is vacation.

On a better note, the boy discovered that his company is giving them Monday off this year and he'll be home with us. Also, this idiotic issue was resolved tonight, thanks to a wonderful man named Jim- whom I'm grateful to for realizing that yes in fact his company handled the whole thing badly and apologized up and down. He's redeemed the situation as far as I'm concerned, but as for now, I'm still not shopping there.

Happy Whatever

Some "holiday's" I have a hard time with. Halloween is particularly troublesome for me. I have no real reason for not like it, I just don't. I don't care much for Valentine's Day either. It's such a Hallmark holiday. But secretly part of me sometimes likes the idea of getting a gift from the one I love... just not because the calendar says he needs to get me one. But anyhow.. where was I. Oh yes. I read in the paper today that some crazy amount of Valentines Day cards will be given today (not counting those cheesy boxed kids one). Like 800,000. Or maybe it was million. I do not contribute to the Hallmark-ness of the holiday. I make my own card. Hallmark can keep their cards.

Blah Blah Blah

What, so you expected to see an updated photo of my Olympic knitting here? Sigh, so did I. However, my stupid memory stick melted and so I have issues with being able to put a photo here. The boy is working on it however, so hopefully tomorrow. I can tell you, that I have 6 inches of the baby sweater finished (I will divide for the sleeves at 7.5 inches, so hurrah.. stockinette is sooo boring) and 23 inches of the prayer shawl done(60 inches for a total shawl). I have plans to work on the shawl tonight, and not the sweater, and think that for the time being I will alternate days. I need to get that shawl to my MIL, and I need to get that baby sweater done before the baby gets here. So... you know how it goes.

Let the Games Begin

So, I am not a good athlete. I enjoy speed walking. I enjoy swimming and hiking.. but organized sports just aren't my thing.

I tried in my childhood, I really did. I played soccer for one year. I was one of two girls in the whole league, back when it was a male dominated sport. The boys hated the fact that they had to let us play. One day, I caught a ball right in the nose. On purpose. That was the only year I ever played. I played basketball for a few years, until my knees started bothering me, and it was downhill from there.

It's My Life

How You Life Your Life

You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness. You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations. You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences. Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.

How Do You Live Your Life?

To Whom It May Concern

Dear f'kers,

Thank you for making my day miserable. Thank you for being uncooperative a$$holes that couldn't take a bad situation and fix it. God forbid you should go out of your way, to fix something that YOU SCREWED UP, instead of punishing me for it. Thanks.

I hope you appreciate that after 10 EFFING YEARS you have lost a loyal customer. If the g.d. post office destroys my payment to your lousy a$$ company, and you send it back along with a letter saying to resend it and you'll take care of it, you SHOULD DO THAT.

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Kathy had this lovely little Tid Bit on her blog today, so I, having no shame, stole it. It travels through the depths of your blog, and pulls out words, in alphabetical order that it finds. You could do a psyche study on the words it pulled from mine.

You can get a tee-shirt with your word cloud on it, but I personally, would love a mug for school. It's like a script for my life. Look at some of those words. The cool thing about the generator, is after it's pulled the words, you can look at them in alphabetical order and chose to remove or replace some (I did not). Scrolling down the list was a hoot. I love the words. Boy, knit, hard, tired, school, love, good, snow, summer, photo, thought, weekend, crazy. How does this not sum up my life? Especially how crazy it's been the last year. I might take my list and write a story. Not tonight cuz I feel like the sludge at the bottom of a toxic pond, but maybe during vacation (woot, the 20th can't get here fast enough) if I'm feeling so inclined.

Plan B

Hello! How are you? Did you have a nice week? Whew, has it been nutty around here. I've been meaning to get on and blog, and by the time I click on the page, I can't seem to think about what I was going to write about. Ole thinker's just been plumb tired.

I have been knitting a bit this week, at night. Got this little green sweater done in a few nights, as a shower gift for a friend at school. She's having a little boy in April. The color is actually a bit lighter (TLC Essentials in Light Sage) but I needed to shut the flash off in order to get the stitch definition. It's shown next to the pattern booklet. The original pattern has a slip stitched design up at the yoke, but the lovely thing about this pattern, is it's adaptability. I just did a garter stitch design instead, and wallah. Much more masculine. This sweater pattern was the first non-scarf thing I ever created, and I've re-knit it so many more times since then. The great thing is you can go down a few needle sizes, use lighter weight yarn, and get a newborn size, or go up with bigger yarn, and get a larger size. (The pattern creates a size 6mo.) You can knit the yolk one color, and the body a different, and I even have a modification to add a hood. Just lovely. If I was smarter, I would've started with this pattern to begin with.