tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-235583452011-11-15T14:10:14.363-07:00<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.comBlogger5151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-12098407497383550762011-03-03T18:42:00.003-07:002011-03-04T06:29:16.940-07:00

Now see here.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-90874230105889370912011-02-27T22:19:00.001-07:002011-02-28T21:11:55.437-07:00

I 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-80508334434164491672011-02-21T11:15:00.000-07:002011-02-21T11:15:53.354-07:00

Someone 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-5543068549386258752011-02-07T20:51:00.002-07:002011-02-07T20:51:34.141-07:00

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-88195849411842868962011-01-27T21:03:00.000-07:002011-01-27T21:03:55.539-07:00

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-55873806118854524132011-01-22T23:36:00.001-07:002011-01-23T09:31:57.318-07:00

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-36776829205640669612011-01-05T21:12:00.001-07:002011-01-05T21:18:54.741-07:00

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 stitches

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-59518927829310100872010-12-31T16:03:00.000-07:002010-12-31T16:03:02.206-07:00

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-62562313256696282852010-12-24T15:48:00.000-07:002010-12-24T15:48:12.975-07:00

Merry 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-81965323988463251242010-12-14T21:17:00.005-07:002011-01-05T21:54:47.069-07:00

Cuz baby boy is this many today:

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-1725885005655523712010-12-12T17:11:00.000-07:002010-12-12T17:11:29.181-07:00

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-83606520096829711382010-11-30T23:52:00.000-07:002010-11-30T23:52:19.428-07:00

Know 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-84937851478684773342010-11-26T09:48:00.000-07:002010-11-26T09:48:15.090-07:00

The 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 coma

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-39656014799486463152010-11-21T21:03:00.000-07:002010-11-21T21:03:24.974-07:00

Last 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-35946748618290633392010-11-13T10:17:00.000-07:002010-11-13T10:17:40.393-07:00

Okay, 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-63929345707803058472010-11-03T19:24:00.001-07:002010-11-03T21:04:58.404-07:00

Halloween 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-88512047017651011722010-10-26T22:08:00.000-07:002010-10-26T22:08:59.148-07:00

Yup, 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-5347738569968085302010-10-21T20:16:00.001-07:002010-10-21T20:16:47.134-07:00

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-3328713267598768212010-10-19T21:50:00.001-07:002010-10-19T22:03:45.532-07:00

I 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-53823489582586214162010-10-14T20:18:00.000-07:002010-10-14T20:18:53.696-07:00

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-61292932474392829312010-10-10T20:59:00.000-07:002010-10-10T20:59:15.382-07:00

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-12115348334558005182010-10-02T14:34:00.002-07:002010-10-02T14:38:04.462-07:00

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-52311462200085248202010-09-27T20:39:00.000-07:002010-09-27T20:39:25.866-07:00

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-67304148586042854782010-09-18T18:33:00.000-07:002010-09-18T18:33:15.351-07:00

I 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-64330496094375663142010-09-14T20:36:00.000-07:002010-09-14T20:36:38.061-07:00

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 things and feel like

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-80883482869134369972010-09-12T11:51:00.000-07:002010-09-12T11:51:36.461-07:00

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 behind on

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-12978858869571153872010-09-08T11:27:00.002-07:002010-09-08T11:39:28.145-07:00

Yup. I'm asking for donations. Oh yes I am. Because I just signed up for my first-ever 5K, which I will be running with T and two of my nieces (with the possibility that others will join too). This was the goal I set for myself in February, when I confessed to LeeAnn (after years of teasing her about sitting on the couch eating cheesecake while she killed herself running up mountains in the

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-5291216286828238082010-09-03T19:22:00.001-07:002010-09-04T12:42:58.451-07:00

Yeah, who am I kidding? It's all random, all the time. ***** For those of you lamenting the last days of summer before the crisp fall air brings color-changing leaves, frost on the punkins, dying grass and wool sweaters, I invite you to visit. Ain't no fall here any time soon. Sigh. Fall is my favorite time of year - primarily because it's rare. On average, we get about 12 minutes of it,

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-27934478925305571152010-08-24T22:59:00.000-07:002010-08-24T22:59:27.064-07:00

August is the time for not-knitting. Since I can’t access my own blog from work (am writing this in a word processor) I can’t go back and look for info, but I vaguely remember late-summer doldrums in many of the past years. I know that last year at this time my knitting was stalled out and I picked up an appliqué kit I had stashed. Well, I think there’s something going on here: ·

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-74609150729454733562010-08-20T18:08:00.000-07:002010-08-20T18:08:54.739-07:00

I couldn't find or get one in an actual box recently (not for lack of trying - mostly for lack of photographic talent, and the fact that the family member who HAS the photographic talent has decided to stop shooting photos until he cleans up all the photos from our trip a few weeks ago). He pulled this basket-drawer out of the stack for the express purpose of sitting in it, though. I dunno how

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-33909402510025484292010-08-15T20:54:00.000-07:002010-08-15T20:54:56.177-07:00

Things I need to remember about Smacky, 20 months A translation of Smacky-Speak Smacky: English: YaaaaaaaayYay! Bah!Ball, Grape, Any round thing that I can throw BeeeeeeeeBird, Puppy, Flower, Airplane, Daddy MaaaaMama MaaamaaaMore Meh Meh MehI want whatever I just chucked on the floor and woe betide you if you do not get it for me, knowing full well I will chuck it on the ground again in

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-21596312208143270542010-08-10T19:02:00.002-07:002010-08-10T19:02:54.164-07:00

How is this possible?

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-5229914806591367552010-08-08T20:05:00.000-07:002010-08-08T20:05:32.800-07:00

Sigh. Back from Seattle, where it was warm and humid and sunny (DAMMIT) for days, only getting cold and rainy this weekend.  Loads of fun.  Prolly not going to give the rundown because there is too much to splain and I am too lazy to sum up.  Met T's family, though - lovely people. Didn't finish the sweater.  Sewed one sleeve while there and discovered that while the body is actually larger than

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-35149111939296097962010-07-21T21:24:00.000-07:002010-07-21T21:24:45.732-07:00

making visible progress on my second sleeve. seeing the gazillion year old dude lifting major weights and running on the treadmill at the gym. heading upstairs to see where T went, having gone up to tuck in Bug 20 minutes before, and finding them both asleep with Bug's arms around T's neck. heading to the gym here after 6 weeks or more away, and finding that I didn't lose any of my progress

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-75267485786266658602010-07-12T22:14:00.003-07:002010-07-12T22:21:21.764-07:00

Sleeve #1 is done (again). During the increases, I continually thought it would be too short. The sleeve cap always surprises me with its length, and whilst knitting that I was sure it was going to be too long. Holding the unblocked sleeve up to my arm, it is long, and a touch too narrow. Blocking commences at eighteen-thirty tonight (aka, 630pm, aka, 12 seconds after I walk in the door from

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-63344040829635817422010-06-30T21:45:00.002-07:002010-06-30T21:51:46.164-07:00

Hey, I remember this stuff! It's knitting, right? I can't tell you how long it's been since I had a picture of knitting on this here blog.  (Well, I could, but I'm too lazy to go back and look.)  I actually got to do some of that this weekend whilst ignoring the still-unpacked boxes lying around the house. Saturday morning after a leisurely, loooooong breakfast... ...T went outside and

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-65576093129797224352010-06-22T21:23:00.002-07:002010-06-22T21:28:48.766-07:00

We are officially moved. Unpacking has been in earnest, cleaning has been undertaken (damn, how could I have forgotten my mop and ALL the myriad brooms and dustpans in Tucson?) and we are learning to use our new place to its best function. T showed Bug where his trains were, in the playroom, and sat with Bug and built a track together. Bug generally prefers to be where we are in the house, but

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-9510018671401575012010-06-02T20:35:00.000-07:002010-06-02T20:35:36.052-07:00

Are falling, one by one. I got the call tonight that the place I liked best last weekend has accepted my application, and I'll be meeting the landlord to sign the lease on Sunday. Google Maps has this nifty application where you first search for a path or a location, and then, if you enter a business type in the search box, it finds all businesses of that type in the zoom-range of the map. I

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-26972379011956017932010-05-28T09:29:00.000-07:002010-05-28T09:29:30.382-07:00

The last weeks have been sparse, it's true. I haven't been on Rav much, haven't knitted much, haven't even commented on blogs much. I purged a whole list of them too, just in the effort to stop the demands on my time. I can tell you my news, though - a few weeks ago, when I asked for some harnessing of the knitterly good will and cosmic power you *know* we wield? I had an interview for a job

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-42948442841941065912010-05-07T13:36:00.001-07:002010-05-07T14:03:01.299-07:00

AKA, rebirth. (Woo! More navel-gazing! Awesome! And to head off the comments before they start, no I DON'T knit anymore. I navel-gaze.) Nine months ago today, Rick died. In the time it takes to grow a new human, I grew...myself. This post will be full of cliches and crap like that, and will include uncomfortable admissions. Prolly no rants, though Cookie and Joan and Nora have a lock on

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-87319191050504748892010-04-28T09:34:00.000-07:002010-04-28T09:34:18.777-07:00

Yup. Welcome to AZ, where you don't need a permit to carry a gun, but you DO need one to be Mexican. ANYWAY. Here is a list of the random crap that has been happening since I got back. 1) First of all, thank you for all the kind words about Rick's trip, and Peaches. To be honest, both were a relief and took a load off my mind. I fulfilled my promises to Rick and his family, and to Peaches too.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-1810970926123101742010-04-20T09:05:00.002-07:002010-04-20T09:05:32.490-07:00

You were a sweet old beast.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-29271892961816135932010-04-16T10:03:00.001-07:002010-04-16T10:06:42.837-07:00

And promises kept. (More photos from the trip, here.)

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-91182001018090063502010-04-05T10:01:00.001-07:002010-04-05T10:09:51.251-07:00

Those of you who wonder where the hell LeeAnn went, and why she never updates her blog anymore? Fix your feeds, y'all, they done broke. (And if you did not sub to her before, why the hell not?) Fuzzy Logic. Psst. Tell your friends.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-49987724666894176972010-03-23T10:56:00.003-07:002010-03-23T11:10:12.358-07:00

Warning. Extensive navel-gazing ahead. I mean it. Really. Read on at your own risk. Someone told me the other day about the struggles her daughter was having about hitting puberty, and I started thinking about my own struggles at that age. How I felt like I didn't fit in because I wasn't blonde, tan, thin and pretty. How much fun I avoided so I wouldn't have to be seen in a bathing suit in

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-1012172597363547832010-03-19T09:26:00.006-07:002010-03-19T10:34:06.773-07:00

A big longer than yesterday's video, but OH. SO. WORTH. IT. (provided to me by Cindy) (ETA: apparently the comments aren't working right. if you feel inclined to comment and can't, lemme know and I will bug the ID people more...)

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-84509590356329776252010-03-18T13:56:00.002-07:002010-03-18T13:56:10.188-07:00

Thanks to Lynn in Tucson for inflicting this upon me sending this to me...

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-82000124327982743652010-03-17T11:28:00.000-07:002010-03-17T11:28:05.065-07:00

I have been having a lovely couple of days. And really, I think they'll only get better. TODAY, however, you must please to be going to my beloved VUBOQ's place and wish him a happy DAMN YOU LOOK GOOD 40th birthday!

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I have been playing outside. (Tried to start cutting on that tree, but my neighbor came over to help and ended up knocking the chain off. Still trying to find the repair manual... Sigh.) So I have some photos to warm up Joan, and LeeAnn, and Nora and Angie and Peter and whoever else lives someplace with actual winter. (You guys can return the favor this summer when even the snakes and lizards

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-35050617066943413802010-03-08T08:33:00.000-07:002010-03-08T08:33:09.411-07:00

Like, Yay, I didn't actually get around to buying firewood last week, and also, wow, think how much sunlight the garden will get NOW! Oooh, another one - Carrie's yard, now with 50% less pollen! Shockingly bad (unedited, ha) photos due to poor lighting, poor camera, poor photography skills... This one is still shockingly bad, but at least I brightened it up a bit, so you could better see

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-42427255621101909402010-03-03T14:30:00.001-07:002010-03-03T14:31:40.344-07:00

So, apparently since so many people found it necessary to tell me to be easy on myself, I sounded whinier than I'd intended last post. I wasn't really trying to whine, I swear it. I actually dunno what I was doing. Suffering from logorrhea? Trying to put Spring Fever into words? Trying to make my instant-gratification-wanting self sound grown up about the tantrum I wanted to have? WHINING,

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-40831531711916900642010-02-26T09:28:00.002-07:002010-04-05T15:07:16.850-07:00

That's all I can think of for a title. The last few weeks have been... off. I know you know what I mean - nothing's terribly wrong, but everything takes longer than it should, is harder to do than it should be, and I continue to fall behind. Then I collapse in a heap on the weekend and get even FURTHER behind. It doesn't help that the stuff that's looming over my head is the BIG STUFF.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-73086929293657560522010-02-17T20:23:00.001-07:002010-02-17T20:25:21.974-07:00

And it's only February. Which means it's time to post pictures of the weather, which is our reward for living in hell for 9 months out of the year. Taken today: Flowering pear (I think): Apropos of nothing, one of my Firefox tabs is showing Jessalu's blog, with the title of the post being Epic. I keep seeing it out of the corner of my eye and reading "Epic Jesus". And that is your random

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-29093775272854322842010-02-02T08:56:00.000-07:002010-02-02T08:56:56.190-07:00

Okay, she didn't really, but the one she posted reminded me of this. Not the same sentiment, but parts of the same whole. I am standing upon that foreshore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails in the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength and I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-38241399577124093932010-01-27T08:34:00.000-07:002010-01-27T08:34:55.536-07:00

Might have to buy some yogurt this time.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-14731108604208006622010-01-16T09:46:00.000-07:002010-01-16T09:46:11.767-07:00

But it's her birthday. Go give some love.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-57650221917358574142010-01-12T09:55:00.006-07:002010-01-12T10:49:58.942-07:00

Soon it will be time to start Warming Joan. (And apparently, Lene, and Manise, and Bev, and Angie, and Bams, and Zarzuela, and Squish, and ...)Here is a tiny little taste... Look, the leaves are finally turning! In the interest of full disclosure, I took that on new year's day, but we were at the park this weekend and it still looks like that...Speaking of the park, this is what we were doing

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-85014168019678715012010-01-01T12:03:00.001-07:002010-01-01T12:50:25.212-07:00

And if you show signs of sucking like 2009 did, you're fired.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-11254614133961365202009-12-14T08:32:00.001-07:002009-12-14T08:35:47.427-07:00

plus 1 year =Happy Birthday Squeak - here's hoping your second year sucks way less than your first one did.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-26183401302669894342009-11-19T10:08:00.002-07:002009-11-19T10:22:37.207-07:00

It was just Thursday a week ago and now I have to be all thankful and shit again. I am thankful that you people cut me slack when I say things like the above sentence. I am thankful that I have y'all snowed enough that you think I'm doing well. HHHHHHHAhahahahahahahahaha. I am thankful for comment wars, and also that I don't live in Texas. I am thankful that I think I will finish the Karmic

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-21910633663530630392009-11-12T08:34:00.003-07:002009-11-12T08:42:50.291-07:00

Wow. And I still remember the password. Something to be thankful for on this Thursday.So, I felt all sorts of guilt last week for not participating, but I think that wasn't the intention so I got over my residual guilt. Here are a few things I am thankful for today:My daycare. They took extra care with Bug during the last months, gave me discounts when they knew we were unemployed, and really

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Sometimes in life, events conspire in such a way that the combination of their effects vastly outweighs the individual events themselves. You don't really see it happening until you're left in the aftermath, dazed and wondering wtf just hit you. You stagger around blinking stupidly in the sunlight after the departing clouds, and the most coherent thought you can form is "Wha....?"Such was my

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-85973991538805572962009-10-10T12:35:00.004-07:002009-10-10T17:21:20.723-07:00

Okay, it's about time I introduce you to the new ladies in my life.Meet Sage.Meet Isolde. (Isolde is too much woman for me so I'm sharing her with Lynn in Tucson, who sent me with money to Taos and said DON'T BRING ME A FLEECE. So I only brought her half. So there.)Sage is a moorit CVM from Windy Hill Farm (no site). When they shear, they shear down the middle, then down the sides, so her

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-21321529323498021232009-09-26T07:41:00.002-07:002009-09-26T08:15:09.551-07:00

Life is being lived around here these days. News and blogs bring lots of other horrible shit happening all around us, and I think there's no escaping it. When I rule the world, babies will be born healthy and on time, people will settle their differences by talking about it, or maybe with a good healthy arm-wrestling session followed by beers at the local pub, and no one will avoid going to the

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-59278391793362180422009-09-17T10:52:00.002-07:002009-09-17T15:17:03.945-07:00

+ 4 years =Happy birthday, Bubba.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-69754503134064420872009-09-13T08:01:00.002-07:002009-09-13T11:49:35.700-07:00

This blogging thing is kinda hard work sometimes. I used to think in status updates and blog posts, and now I mostly don't think in any technological form at all. I still waste time on the web, and have been enjoying my first audio book (after all, why not? I loved being read to as a kid), but mostly my life is pretty devoid of its public presence. I think it's natural. I know that friends

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-66231483208887195822009-09-01T07:15:00.003-07:002009-09-01T07:21:57.234-07:00

It's slow going, for sure. First, let me thank you again for all the wonderful comments. He was a great man, and he was loved by many.Several people commented about how everyone should be loved like that, and I think that most people are. You just might not know it. So if you have someone special - a husband, wife, mother, father, aunt, uncle, child, friend, teacher, whatever - I'd like to

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-61762238531479629042009-08-19T07:14:00.002-07:002009-08-19T08:48:28.135-07:00

(Thank you for all the comments. I can't bring myself to answer them individually, but I appreciated every single one.)Three days ago, I wrote my husband's obituary. The day before that, I visited his body at the mortuary and selected a small stone vase in which to keep a portion of his ashes, awaiting the day they will join mine. A week before that, I left him alive at the hospital to pick up

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-50421248301249008252009-08-08T05:39:00.003-07:002009-08-08T05:43:46.054-07:00

It is with deep sadness that I announce the loss of my husband Rick. It was sudden, and it was unexpected. I have family here with me, taking care of me and the boys, and someday we will be all right. I will be away from this space for a little while at the least. I thank you all sincerely for your kind thoughts and prayers during his illness.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-34229689004868923142009-08-01T20:44:00.002-07:002009-08-01T21:44:44.232-07:00

Ooops, wrong month. First of August. When nothing is done outdoors and even the snakes turn on the AC.***** ***** *****I sucked it up and pulled my sock club for August. I ripped April's Annetrelacs because I didn't like the way the yarn was knitting up. If the colors had progressed from light to dark, it would have been stunning. Instead, it alternated, which created a weird

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-73602805946866890902009-07-24T08:50:00.003-07:002009-07-24T09:07:40.673-07:00

I can hardly believe it. I guess that is one of the advantages of having no sense of time and being busy all the time. We are through what is usually the hottest part of the summer already, though of course, now that I've said that we'll probably have the hottest August, September and October on record.DH doesn't seem to be getting much better, though he mostly isn't getting worse, either.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-6570890451625741382009-07-13T10:03:00.005-07:002009-07-13T12:26:14.506-07:00

So, DH has been home for a few days now. That is my sole excuse for not posting since (checking) Wednesday. Huh, I thought it had been longer than that. Anyway, the first day or so he was home, I kept waiting for him to keel, and I think he did too. But he didn't, and each day he can do a little more, and breath just a little better. He's still very weak and sickly and on 5l of oxygen which

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-24162162731674724122009-07-08T11:00:00.004-07:002009-07-08T11:32:28.744-07:00

Many thanks to Lene for that phrase. And for reminding me how cool vampires are. But NOT for not telling me about my newest obsession until just yesterday (after I'd emailed her about it!). Sheesh, woman.We are hanging in. DH was getting worse and worse, and being threatened with the ventilator, the docs finally decided the lung problem from the autoimmune stuff was worse than the valley fever

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-82076547505397275112009-07-02T08:55:00.001-07:002009-07-02T08:57:20.371-07:00

Who wanted happy food.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-88838004045360178112009-06-30T20:02:00.002-07:002009-06-30T20:15:42.181-07:00

When did that happen, and who authorized it?Do you like my new template? It's called Polar Bears but I refer to it as Wishful Thinking.Anyway. DH is not great, but is feeling a little better. He finally had his muscle biopsy this morning, but we won't know the results for a couple of days. He's starting on a new round of meds tomorrow, but won't get his prednisone right away. I think the

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-59397852478736383892009-06-27T15:53:00.002-07:002009-06-27T16:35:33.408-07:00

Barely. June is turning into one seriously sucktastic month, my friends. I suspect it would be less so if the AC didn't require servicing, but right now it's been running all. day. long. and it is 82 degrees in my house and the temp is rising. If I'd been smart I'd have turned it up ages ago to save the strain on the motor, but I am not smart.In knitting knews, Mary Jane is finished. More or

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-26666834349158271832009-06-24T06:38:00.002-07:002009-06-24T06:41:53.278-07:00

Boys and girls, it's almost time for Claudia's MS Ride. For the last two years she was the #1 fundraiser, thanks to the generosity of knitters and their loved ones. This year the fundraising is lagging a little. The ride is this Saturday! Please oh please, click on the link and donate! Even a dollar helps. (You get entered in the prize drawing one time for each $10 you donate - if you are

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-21742725754634004712009-06-21T20:48:00.002-07:002009-06-21T20:55:25.986-07:00

I thought I would post so I don't start getting those "did you really run screaming into the night?" emails. I am still here. DH is still here. Haven't killed him, he hasn't died from either an exuberant small boy climbing on his pain-wracked self, or from the pain itself. So far the docs are saying valley fever and some as-yet unnamed autoimmune disease. We hope that they communicate this

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-81848517417739914762009-06-15T15:09:00.002-07:002009-06-15T15:20:18.253-07:00

Cuz yesterday, Squeak turned 6 months old.For reference, here's the three month photo.(It's entirely coincidental that he's wearing a version of the same sleeper in both photos. I am not nearly that organized. In fact, with Bug, I took a picture of him with the same little stuffed dog each MONTH to show his growth. With Squeak, every three months. If we were to have another I'd be lucky to

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-2189411621990973462009-06-11T11:45:00.003-07:002009-06-27T16:45:54.278-07:00

What day is this? Um. Thursday? I feel certain I'm within at least 2 days of the right day. Anyway.Still hunting jobs. New ones pop up here and there and I apply. DH's job is on hold due to governmental red tape issues, and the apparent issue that the one woman in the whole universe who can resolve said red tape is not answering her phone. Sigh. Anyway, I have applied for a couple that I

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-52191921171824173892009-06-08T07:43:00.004-07:002009-06-08T07:56:43.753-07:00

And I'm not happy about it. It's nice to be back to normal since, due to the super-short trip, that was a whirlwind, but people? IT SNOWED. JUST FOR ME. The weather was perfect for the graduation party on Friday afternoon - cloudy and breezy but not terribly cold. Trina's friends have a lovely house and yard and we all hung out there, and Bug disappeared and I didn't see anything of him except

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-37305277866806271952009-06-03T20:27:00.002-07:002009-06-03T20:32:12.110-07:00

Sigh. My computer is hosed. DH's computer is old and horrid, the laptop moreso. I can't even get it to boot into safe mode, and I don't have the slightest idea whether I have a boot disk or a backup or anything like that. Sigh.I also don't have the time or energy to deal with it, because tomorrow we go see my stepdaughter graduate from high school. We are packed, have house-sitters, dog food

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-28165246915671091732009-05-28T12:02:00.002-07:002009-05-28T12:44:50.955-07:00

Because I'm late with everything. Sigh.Still hanging in over here. DH has had all the testing that his PCP (an internist who specializes in diabetes) knows to do, so he's been referred to three separate specialists in an attempt to sort out what various and sundry maladies he has. The internist currently suspects an autoimmune disease, and possibly other lung yuck, but as we just got the

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-80043567416728341932009-05-22T21:03:00.001-07:002009-05-22T21:04:50.291-07:00

Is done.Courtesy of Lynn, no matter how much she denies it.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-10837290118194649322009-05-21T09:29:00.003-07:002009-05-21T09:54:30.501-07:00

People, it is RAINING in Tucson. Let me repeat, IT IS RAINING IN TUCSON. I know you people who come from places where water isn't a museum-quality oddity think I'm flipping out over nothing, but I can't remember the last time it rained in May. It is currently 64 degrees as I type. Yesterday's LOW was 78. Think about that one. COOL and RAINING in MAY in TUCSON. The zombies are coming,

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-33243541008229640052009-05-14T07:53:00.004-07:002009-05-14T08:49:17.472-07:00

My mood may be lifting, and it has little, if anything, to do with the giant bottle of tequila and unopened bottle of margarita mix I found stashed in my pantry. (Okay, it does have something to do with that, but that's just incidental.) My dear and long-gone aunt is visiting this week. Usually I complain about this one, but when she's late, I feel such relief that the bitch finally showed that I

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-78445148305646075952009-05-06T13:12:00.003-07:002009-05-06T14:28:48.234-07:00

I did not go to the job today. We did some figuring, and after accounting for daycare, said job would have paid $100 a week less than unemployment. (I should never have applied for it. I skimmed the job listing and thought it was maintaining technical manuals as in EDITING them, not like printing out a changed page and filing it. Actually, that was two different jobs. One person printed. One

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-68665451002880371892009-04-29T10:34:00.003-07:002009-04-29T12:56:22.673-07:00

Still have no concept of the day of the week (except for knit night, wahoo!) or the time, but that will be changing come Monday morning, when I report for training at oh-dark-thirty. I suspect since I will be working on the base, I'm gonna hafta learn military time. I also suspect that since I have not had any sort of schedule for four and a half months that the idea of working for a whole day

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-29994936051622835232009-04-24T10:24:00.003-07:002009-04-24T10:41:37.334-07:00

Inspired by Squish and Nora,How to tell if you're from AZYou notice your car overheating before you drive it.You no longer associate bridges or rivers with water.You can hear the weather forecast of 115 degrees without flinching.You can be in the snow, then drive for an hour...and it will be over 100 degrees.You discover in July it only takes two fingers to drive your car.You run your air

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-79593017729055016032009-04-22T14:31:00.003-07:002009-04-22T21:26:15.312-07:00

Thanks for all the supportive comments last time around. We are a tad stressed around here, and neither of us is at our best when we are stressed out, so YAY! We fight a lot and that helps the stress. o.0Anyway, admitting you have a problem is half the battle, right?******************I have gotten a job. It is woefully inadequate, and I could work all month and still not earn enough to cover

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-66386470649932616612009-04-15T14:11:00.002-07:002009-04-15T15:00:14.299-07:00

Life, that is. (Warning: big time whining, kvetching and moaning ahead. If you don't wanna read it, and OH BOY I wouldn't blame you, there are socks-in-progress at the end.)GAH!I am a big whiny depressed ball of blah, ladies and gentlemen. Looking for jobs SUCKS ASS. Truly, madly, deeply, not even kidding. Right now we're applying for any job that might possibly pay the bills, in any state

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-58634128743289655622009-04-13T15:31:00.004-07:002009-04-14T10:39:59.640-07:00

Unless you're a fan of censorship... See this post for more details.I've cancelled my account there and let them know in no uncertain terms that it was their "deranking" policy that did it. (Well, that, and the fact that they call LGBT-friendly books "adult", while 60 years of Playboy is not.) I hear tell that Powell's is good. I dunno what Barnes and Noble's policies are on the subject,

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-60942892822919282672009-04-12T08:19:00.002-07:002009-04-12T08:25:38.818-07:00

So I have a special video. (It's a little quiet, so you might have to crank the sound.) Then go here and give some love.

pacalagahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12498703982601315908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23558345.post-70852952894496372062009-04-06T14:56:00.003-07:002009-04-06T15:26:40.948-07:00

I have been knitting. If you must know, it was a beret. I have yet to block it, but so far it falls into the Epic Fail category. Well, okay, maybe not. I mean, it is hat shaped. I will block it, and if it stays looking like it currently does, we shall never speak of it again.A while ago I referred to the fact that I wasn't jumping on the diet and fitness bandwagon this spring. Nora called

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so April is taking its best shot.The DH is away again, finishing up the last of that job that should have been finished weeks ago, but for the nardo in charge. Whilst there, he has been stricken with his FOURTH fever/flu/yuck in about 7 weeks. Fortunately for him, he's in a crappy hotel somewhere, rather than here with the sick, barely breathing, hacking wife and two children who also don't

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With some yarn club pimpage.(Note: This is not an April Fool's joke. Miss out at your own peril.)My dear friend La (KnottyLa on Rav), and her buddy, the lovely Bobbie (KnittyKnitterton on Rav) are providing you with the amazing opportunity of owning some super-secret, special-snowflake, exclusive hand-dyed yarns, with the Mean Girls Sock Club! Here's the scoop: Sign-ups begin April 3, 2009 (

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I am sick as the proverbial dog, and while I tossed and turned I planned my snarky blog post about how I was dying or maybe not and we'd know in a few days (and also regretting not giving DH more sympathy when HE was sick, but not like it'd matter cuz he has to go out of town again). It's 3am (roughly) and I got up because I was tired of tossing and turning and thought I'd work on my hat. (Oh,

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Like robins heading north, the bloggers are showing the surest signs of spring: talking about exercise. Spring into Summer, 100 miles, Walk like an Egyptian (yeah, okay, I made that one up) they're everywhere. So now it's my turn to talk about it:Not.Gonna.Do.It.This year, I'm giving up on healthy diet and exercise. I flap my bingo wings at fitness. I stick my tongue out at mindful eating. I

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...I do a little hooking on the side.So, last time I said I was mostly monogamous. Less than 15 minutes after I hit Publish Post, I was getting out the yarn for not one, but TWO new projects. Sigh. (I hate to be pigeonholed.) For one, the yarn was the wrong size so I must swatch and math, and I have not done that yet. The other one, well...My SIL saw a hat like this while we were in CA, and

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I'm just a serial monogamist with ADD.I can't knit on two projects in the same time period. I can't alternate in a day, or every other day, or whatever. I currently wish I could actively work on the PSC socks and Madli, but I can't. I can only knit on one thing, until forced by circumstance (too many people around to concentrate on lace, going out to stand in the unemployment line and lace is

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