tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235583452024-03-07T02:03:44.262-07:00Strickerin<a href="http://www.megfowler.com/2007/07/18/look-at-my-boobs-i-am-very-smart/">Look at my boobs! I am very smart!</a>pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.comBlogger514125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-90874230105889370912011-02-27T22:19:00.001-07:002011-02-28T21:11:55.437-07:00strummin' on the ol' banjoI think cooking would be much more interesting to me if I had live banjo music available.
Anyhow, I believe it's a well established fact that I hate to cook and would never do it if I could afford someone else cooking my meals. (T helps some but generally gets home so late that we'd be eating after bedtime. And then there was that time he made "soup" where one of the ingredients was Cheezits...pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-80508334434164491672011-02-21T11:15:00.000-07:002011-02-21T11:15:53.354-07:00Oh sister mercySomeone has a wild hair...
Apologies for the long absences. Mostly I knit slow and have nothing to show. Also, last week I was hit with strep (went to the ER and TOLD them it was strep but they didn't believe me until the culture came back positive TWO DAYS LATER no I'm not bitter why do you ask?) and had a miserable week. Friday I was feeling pretty good, and since it was Friday and the pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-5543068549386258752011-02-07T20:51:00.002-07:002011-02-07T20:51:34.141-07:00wha? where am i?welcome to february, my lovies. here we are, five weeks into the new year. is it just me or does that seem crazy-long and also not nearly long enough? on one hand i can't believe it's already february 7, and on the other hand new year's and christmas seem so far in the past.
incidentally, i seem to have given up capitalization for new year's.
hmm, well. life has been busy. last year my pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-88195849411842868962011-01-27T21:03:00.000-07:002011-01-27T21:03:55.539-07:00Do you know the way to Santa Fe?I don't, but I know what flights will get you to Irvine.
I've been here all week, and have plans to come back next week. I'm making the best of things but missing my guys like crazy. It hasn't all been bad. There's been some of this
a lot of this
a bit of this
some of this
and even one night of this
(and last time I was here I got a dinner with this))
But tomorrow, I get to pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-55873806118854524132011-01-22T23:36:00.001-07:002011-01-23T09:31:57.318-07:00Oy.The work and the home life are both conspiring to kick me in the metaphorical hind-quarters. I am off to SoCal again this week, for the whole week, whilst I work on something I should have been involved in months ago, and dealing with old man engineers who call me sweetheart. I haven't knat in a while, though I have dutifully carried my knitting about to CA pretending that I won't be too pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-36776829205640669612011-01-05T21:12:00.001-07:002011-01-05T21:18:54.741-07:00Lynn in Tucson made me do it.Cuz we all know the Devil has nothing on your Enabling Friends.
But first! We didn't do the whole "end as you mean to go on" thing. Unless you count the fact that I mean to continue ignoring the housework... Anyway, I finally had the fortitude to face B-Side, and picked out the sewn-in sleeve, ripped it out, googling the instructions on knitting a set-in sleeve top-down from picked-up stitchespacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-59518927829310100872010-12-31T16:03:00.000-07:002010-12-31T16:03:02.206-07:00Resolved.Here's the obligatory new year's resolution post. Only, resolutions mean you are going to do something. (Or stop doing something.) Exercise more, eat less junk, less time on the computer, knit from stash, knit every day, knit something every month, whatever. The thing is, despite the fact that I whinge (a LOT) about not having enough time or enough laundry done or whatever, last year was a pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-62562313256696282852010-12-24T15:48:00.000-07:002010-12-24T15:48:12.975-07:00It's here, y'allMerry Christmas, or happy Saturday, whatever you choose. If you celebrate a holiday around now, I hope it's magical with moist turkey, perfect wine, and everyone genuinely happy. If you don't, I hope the rest of us keep the noise to a dull roar and you have a relaxing and joyful Saturday. I'll report back, assuming I make it through the next 36 hours unscathed. (Or even partially scathed.)pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-81965323988463251242010-12-14T21:17:00.005-07:002011-01-05T21:54:47.069-07:00Smacky with a Side of Grown UpCuz baby boy is this many today:
pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-1725885005655523712010-12-12T17:11:00.000-07:002010-12-12T17:11:29.181-07:00It's Go Time.I think it's safe to say that your schedule is out of control when you need to color-code it.
It's go-time here. Supplied are ordered in bulk to do Christmas projects with the kids for their grandparents, aunts and uncles. They're still little so there will be a great deal of directing by T and me. Schedules are made indicating what needs to be mailed and hence what must be finished/pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-83606520096829711382010-11-30T23:52:00.000-07:002010-11-30T23:52:19.428-07:00Tis the Freaking SeasonKnow how I know? Cuz the drivers on the road this fine December morning were even more insane than usual. Prepare to drive your armored tanks for the next 30 or so days until the furor dies down.
And speaking of holiday furor, I'll not be eating between now and...oh... 1/15/11. I ate enough over the past weekend that, in addition to my normal reserves, I could go on a hunger strike for six pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-84937851478684773342010-11-26T09:48:00.000-07:002010-11-26T09:48:15.090-07:00Turkey HangoverThe whirlwind of turkey day is over. Today is about drinking up last night's sangria, putting away last night's dishes, and eating pie and cookies for breakfast. Slow, relaxing knitting will happen as soon as I have the energy to think about knitting. US friends, I hope it was a good one. International friends, I hope your Thursday was extra special, what with the waves of turkey-induced comapacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-39656014799486463152010-11-21T21:03:00.000-07:002010-11-21T21:03:24.974-07:00Progress of a sortLast week I was bored, so I wrote the post about how my shawl was done, I dyed it, it was beautiful, etc, intending to add the photos as they happened. From the moment I did that (which coincided with the moment I started the border) it was FRAUGHT with problems and issues. Not to mention the fact that no matter how loosely I do my nupps, give that there are so many YOs around them, they pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-35946748618290633392010-11-13T10:17:00.000-07:002010-11-13T10:17:40.393-07:00Thankful Thursday SaturdayOkay, so I missed Thursday. And last week. Be thankful I'm doing it at all. (heh, see how I tied that all in?)
Anyway, today, I am thankful for too much. Too much to do, that is. I whine (an awful awful lot) here and to Lynn and others about how much there is to do and how I don't have enough time and blah blah blah. What a luxury. Think about it - I have a job which provides me some pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-63929345707803058472010-11-03T19:24:00.001-07:002010-11-03T21:04:58.404-07:00ProgressHalloween has come and gone. This weekend is our (likely) final trip to Tucson for my remaining stuff. There will be furniture shifting at the house and boxes moving and appliances exchanging, but I think we've broken the back of it and we're well on our way to having a nice, functioning home again. (I'm consistently surprised when I remember that "nice, functioning home" requires LESS stuff, pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-88512047017651011722010-10-26T22:08:00.000-07:002010-10-26T22:08:59.148-07:00More of the sameYup, fall is slipping away like sands through the hourglass these are the days of our lives. This time of year in the valley is a reward for living in Satan's armpit through the summer. Windows are open all day long, and the songbirds heading south are happy little critters as the sun rises in the morning. Kittens are happy and chirpy and snuggly (and I don't want to end them now that I have pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-5347738569968085302010-10-21T20:16:00.001-07:002010-10-21T20:16:47.134-07:00Smacky-speak, take 2
shishfish
shooshoe
zhujuice
mooany farm animal that is a cow, could be a cow, or stood next to a cow once
maocat
Mommyo.O
Pop-PopPapa
BubbaBug
cah!Mommymommymommymommycah!oh look, Mother, a vehicle
arpla!Mommymommymommymommyarpla!oh look, Mother, an airplane
beeeeeeeeeeeeee!birdie
momore
no nono no
uh-ohwith the shrug
oh-noo.O
puppapuppy
ni-nibed time
poo?poo?poo?poo?I have pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-3328713267598768212010-10-19T21:50:00.001-07:002010-10-19T22:03:45.532-07:00Christmas is in the bagI am totally cruising on my shawl, have plenty of time to finish it and the other (already well in progress) projects I want to gift - the scarf, the hat, the slippers... I have a plan for baking cookies and freezing them to frost later. I have the Flylady to organize my Thanksgiving dinner, and I sit in my car at lunch with the windows open, feeling the beautiful soft breezes and knitting away.pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-53823489582586214162010-10-14T20:18:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:18:53.696-07:00Feels so good...To be knitting lace again...
First, though, thanks for all the kudos for doing the run. I feel pretty good about the whole thing, and will likely keep it up (though I have given some thought to switching out running for biking). It's easy to think about in the light of day, but my resolve wavers when the alarm goes off at 4:45am...
Anyway, as I suspected, I hate the way this yarn is knitting pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-61292932474392829312010-10-10T20:59:00.000-07:002010-10-10T20:59:15.382-07:00Bouncy, healthy ta-tas, and some ass-kicking.Cuz today, I ran my first 5k race.
Before. (Feeling like a poser.)(Note: I normally do not wear lipstick to run, but it was the only Burt's Beeswax I could find in my purse.)
During.
After. (Feeling like a million bucks, and also dead.)
Many thanks to T (and all YOU, and particularly LeeAnn) for the support, and also for catching Mr. Pecs in that last pic. More later - today, I am pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-12115348334558005182010-10-02T14:34:00.002-07:002010-10-02T14:38:04.462-07:00October. Huh.I'm not sure how it got to be October. I suspect I was around for June, July, August and September, but it all went so fast I'm not sure I can remember details. We got all of T's stuff moved over, and a very small portion of it put away. We need bookshelves galore, and that requires a trip to Ikea, which requires steeling myself in the most profound way. (Last time I was there I was 8 months pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-52311462200085248202010-09-27T20:39:00.000-07:002010-09-27T20:39:25.866-07:00Get in, sit down, shut up and hold on.Cuz it's fall, and that means it's time for the crazy bidness of life to resume. I have said before that our fall is like the spring after a long, nasty winter. Everyone wants to get outside, to plan things, to be active. You snow-dwellers come out of icy hibernation in the spring; we desert rats emerge from heat-induced torpor to crisp fall days. (Note: not yet - we have another week of 100+ pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-67304148586042854782010-09-18T18:33:00.000-07:002010-09-18T18:33:15.351-07:00I know it's hard to believe, but when you subject this
to a five-year real-time aging test, you get this:
Happy birthday (yesterday), big boy.pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-64330496094375663142010-09-14T20:36:00.000-07:002010-09-14T20:36:38.061-07:00Who are you and what did you do with Carrie's cheesecake?So, I've been cooking lately.
I'll give you a minute to get up off the floor after that revelation.
Yesterday, I made this. We pronounced it TEH YUM.
Tonight, I made this. We pronounced it TEH YUM, AGAIN. Even if I had to tell Bug it was pasta-chili-with-cooked-lettuce.
I mentioned recently about the reset button. While I still hate cooking, it's gratifying to try new pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-80883482869134369972010-09-12T11:51:00.000-07:002010-09-12T11:51:36.461-07:00Knittas rockin'.Last time I mentioned I was running the Komen race in October and asked for donations. Less than 48 hours later my (modest) fundraising goal was achieved, and I felt all warm and fuzzy and supported and loved. And recommitted to training, so I ran 3.25 miles on the treadmill (well, 0.25 miles of that were warmup and cooldown) to make sure I could do it. Well, and because I was pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0