I have come to realize I want to be a better knitter.
My first problem is I am always knitting scarves. Well, except for that afghan.
My second problem is, I am just not taking all the chances I should be taking, like trying new stitches. Embrace life! Take more chances! Oh - how tiring.
Hell, I haven't even looked at patterns yet. Well I have, but I immediately blacked out and pretended there was something really urgent I had to do elsewhere in the house. I found myself crouching in the kitchen, playing with the cat.
Promise to myself #1 for today: I will come home after work, smile, say hello to the furball, pour myself a cold one, and sit with my stash. I might knit a square or two for the afghan, just to warm up. I will then pick fine yarn and try a new pattern. Today.
O Pixies of all thing Knitty, give me the courage to take charge of my knitting.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Mustang Bitch
I am going to tell it like it is.
Mustang Bitch, you filthy swine.
Bat-swinging and cursing and out of line
Young and pretty and all dolled up
Mustang Bitch you
Aren't worth my time
Mustang Bitch you
Wear me out.
I am going to
Scream at the top of my lungs
Mustang Whore you're such a waste
Bad-mouthing gum-chewing fuck
Tall and thin and lacking class
Mustang Whore you're
Such a bore.
Mustang Bitch, you filthy swine.
Bat-swinging and cursing and out of line
Young and pretty and all dolled up
Mustang Bitch you
Aren't worth my time
Mustang Bitch you
Wear me out.
I am going to
Scream at the top of my lungs
Mustang Whore you're such a waste
Bad-mouthing gum-chewing fuck
Tall and thin and lacking class
Mustang Whore you're
Such a bore.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
I Didn't Do It!
I've managed to do it again. I have once more lost sight of The List of Priorities.
I think - scratch that, I know - this is a trend in my life. I've got the important things down pat, you know. But somehow when I decide to put a little less pressure on myself and set priorities, the imaginary list they are set on mysteriously vanishes.
In a mighty and sincere attempt to reduce pressure on myself, I've given up making ten lists every day. Ok, I am slightly exagerating. Not ten. But I used to start too many to keep track of. I'd lose them, for fuck's sake, and find them weeks later. My loverly crafterly far away friend K does the same thing. She keep lists. I'll have to ask her how many she has and how she manages them. She's still sane, so... (*waving furiously* Hi, K!)
But I've got two lists now. Number One : my grocery list. This list I keep to avoid unfortunate and frustrating episodes of coming home after running my errands, you know, and realizing I've forgotten to get something that we've run out of last week. This is something I've picked up from my mom. She has a list that she divides in the number of stores she has to go to. So one section for the Costco, one for groceries, one for the pharmacy, and so on. My mom goes so far as to rewrite her list right before she leaves to go shopping, so that she can put the list in the order that she walks through the store. Wait - does she still do that? I don't know. I'll have to check. So when I notice we need something, I write it down on the puppy notepad that sits on top of the fridge. That was list Number One. H does not like this puppy notepad because it's not manly to walk around the grocery store with a puppy notepad list in your hand.
The other list is my to-do list at work. That one's long. It's a work in progress, that one. I almost never cross things off it. Always keep adding things on, though. And there's a thorough and serious love/hate relationship with that list going on these days. But that is a story for another day.
However, there is a third (and secret) list that exists. It is secret because it is in my head. I don't write it down, because it would be, well, extremely anal. To put it nicely. This list basically contains my priorities in knitterly and crafty thingees to start/finish/work on. I was rereading a post last night and realized I've started new projects since establishing my priorities. Not that it's really evil to do so, but it is beginning to be a little irritating to mentally check my list only to realize I've committed to three knitterly/crafty things and that I almost never work on them because I've started new things. Again with the boredom of works-in-progress. What is the solution to this? In that same post, I had established I was going to work 30 minutes on something, then leave it be till the next day just for the sake of making a little progress. I just have not been doing that at all.
The more I write, the more I tell myself it's not so bad. I just felt like writing about it. You know, to cross that item off my imaginary secret mental list. The item being "Post entries on blog more often so that K knows what I'm up to"... So K, if you're reading this (and I know you stop by once in a while): I have not gone insane yet, but I do miss you enormously. Your lovegeek better be taking good care of you, because if he isn't, I'll kick his monkey ass. No mercy from the sexy librarian chick, no matter how much he begs and calls me Uncle. Oh! And K, just so you know, round number two of practice has begun *cough, cough* if you know what I mean. If you don't, write me. I miss you. I know, I've said that already, but it's just for good measure.
I think - scratch that, I know - this is a trend in my life. I've got the important things down pat, you know. But somehow when I decide to put a little less pressure on myself and set priorities, the imaginary list they are set on mysteriously vanishes.
In a mighty and sincere attempt to reduce pressure on myself, I've given up making ten lists every day. Ok, I am slightly exagerating. Not ten. But I used to start too many to keep track of. I'd lose them, for fuck's sake, and find them weeks later. My loverly crafterly far away friend K does the same thing. She keep lists. I'll have to ask her how many she has and how she manages them. She's still sane, so... (*waving furiously* Hi, K!)
But I've got two lists now. Number One : my grocery list. This list I keep to avoid unfortunate and frustrating episodes of coming home after running my errands, you know, and realizing I've forgotten to get something that we've run out of last week. This is something I've picked up from my mom. She has a list that she divides in the number of stores she has to go to. So one section for the Costco, one for groceries, one for the pharmacy, and so on. My mom goes so far as to rewrite her list right before she leaves to go shopping, so that she can put the list in the order that she walks through the store. Wait - does she still do that? I don't know. I'll have to check. So when I notice we need something, I write it down on the puppy notepad that sits on top of the fridge. That was list Number One. H does not like this puppy notepad because it's not manly to walk around the grocery store with a puppy notepad list in your hand.
The other list is my to-do list at work. That one's long. It's a work in progress, that one. I almost never cross things off it. Always keep adding things on, though. And there's a thorough and serious love/hate relationship with that list going on these days. But that is a story for another day.
However, there is a third (and secret) list that exists. It is secret because it is in my head. I don't write it down, because it would be, well, extremely anal. To put it nicely. This list basically contains my priorities in knitterly and crafty thingees to start/finish/work on. I was rereading a post last night and realized I've started new projects since establishing my priorities. Not that it's really evil to do so, but it is beginning to be a little irritating to mentally check my list only to realize I've committed to three knitterly/crafty things and that I almost never work on them because I've started new things. Again with the boredom of works-in-progress. What is the solution to this? In that same post, I had established I was going to work 30 minutes on something, then leave it be till the next day just for the sake of making a little progress. I just have not been doing that at all.
The more I write, the more I tell myself it's not so bad. I just felt like writing about it. You know, to cross that item off my imaginary secret mental list. The item being "Post entries on blog more often so that K knows what I'm up to"... So K, if you're reading this (and I know you stop by once in a while): I have not gone insane yet, but I do miss you enormously. Your lovegeek better be taking good care of you, because if he isn't, I'll kick his monkey ass. No mercy from the sexy librarian chick, no matter how much he begs and calls me Uncle. Oh! And K, just so you know, round number two of practice has begun *cough, cough* if you know what I mean. If you don't, write me. I miss you. I know, I've said that already, but it's just for good measure.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Hamsterface
Couldn't go to work after the dentist's.
I look like a freakin' hamster.
More importantly, my whole face is numb, from my chin to my eyebrows. I can't even talk.
I can't even eat or drink! I tried slurping up some soup through a straw, but it just dribbles down my chin and onto my chest.
Fuck.
This was the last time I got 6 cavities fixed at once.
Never again with the 'get it over with' crap. No sir.
...Oh crap the numbness will go away...Ooohh nooooo.
I look like a freakin' hamster.
More importantly, my whole face is numb, from my chin to my eyebrows. I can't even talk.
I can't even eat or drink! I tried slurping up some soup through a straw, but it just dribbles down my chin and onto my chest.
Fuck.
This was the last time I got 6 cavities fixed at once.
Never again with the 'get it over with' crap. No sir.
...Oh crap the numbness will go away...Ooohh nooooo.
Fuzzy Yarn, Bitte!
I just got back last night from Ottawa where I got to visit with my grandparents.
It was a quick visit - I got there Friday night with my sister (who has the most awesome almost-4-month-pregnant belly I have ever seen) and we left Sunday afternoon. It was good to see them. I wish I lived closer, just to go see them once a week...
On Saturday we visited a cute little yarn shop in Gatineau where my little bro V chose the yarn for my next knitterly creation. It's Schachenmayr Nomotta Fantasy (can't find a suitable link to show you the look, sorry) in dark green, mossy-grass green and beige. It's all fuzzy! Soooo fuzzy! It's like knitting cat hair. Not that I've ever tried that. Not that I ever will.
Work on my mohair scarf is going well, and I've finally found short needles to work with. Love them!
Enough knitterly stuff for now. I'll eventually have a camera to take pictures and post them here for you to see. Gotta go suffer for two hours in the dentist's chair now. And I don't even get to see the dental hygienist with the bling on her tooth. Damn!
It was a quick visit - I got there Friday night with my sister (who has the most awesome almost-4-month-pregnant belly I have ever seen) and we left Sunday afternoon. It was good to see them. I wish I lived closer, just to go see them once a week...
On Saturday we visited a cute little yarn shop in Gatineau where my little bro V chose the yarn for my next knitterly creation. It's Schachenmayr Nomotta Fantasy (can't find a suitable link to show you the look, sorry) in dark green, mossy-grass green and beige. It's all fuzzy! Soooo fuzzy! It's like knitting cat hair. Not that I've ever tried that. Not that I ever will.
Work on my mohair scarf is going well, and I've finally found short needles to work with. Love them!
Enough knitterly stuff for now. I'll eventually have a camera to take pictures and post them here for you to see. Gotta go suffer for two hours in the dentist's chair now. And I don't even get to see the dental hygienist with the bling on her tooth. Damn!
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