September 30, 2006
Yesterday we got the phone call that my mom’s husband’s aunt passed away. She had been diagnosed several months ago with brain cancer. I can’t reremember correctly, but I believe it was inoperable because of the stage it was in, so it was mostly just making her comfortable. My mom’s husband was very close to her, and it was, or course, hard for him to see her go through this. About 8 years ago, his uncle (her husband) suffered a stroke, and we all thought that Uncle Glen would leave us before Aunt Alice did. Such was not the case, though, and I really feel that Uncle Glen is going to have a hard time with this, having been with Aunt Alice for so long. I pray that he finds the peace that he needs. While it is very sad that she is gone, it was time, as she was suffering so much, and in so much pain. I’d only met Aunt Alice a couple of times, and I didn’t know her very well, but I’m sad to see her go, while at the same time I am happy for her that she is no longer suffering. I do have a hard time saying good bye to people, though.
Then, today, another sad thing happened. I was loading the kids up in the car to go into town to get Kenny, and I noticed like 4 or 5 emergency vehicles in our cul de sac. Fire trucks, fire emt type trucks, ambulences, etc. And several emergency people were in the garage of the house across the street from ours, but no one was hustling about, and when the ambulences pulled up, the drivers and medics got out, but didn’t take any stretchers or equipment in. The only thing I could think of was that the man who lived there must have passed away. So I asked one of the neighbors if she knew what had happened, and she said yes, but that she couldn’t talk about it right now, she was clearly quite upset. That really made me think someone died. So I went on into town, got Kenny, ran to Best Buy to get a new cord for my iPod since mine is probably lost forever in the plethora of boxes. When we got home, all the emergency vehicles were gone except for one, a sherrif or something, and now there were several cars and trucks parked around the cul de sac. We got all the kids in the house and Kenny went over to see if anyone needed anything, and to let them know we’re here if they do need anything at any time. It turns out the man who lived there did pass away. I’m not sure how, but someone found his body this morning. His family was all outside this afternoon, and it was very heartbreaking to watch his daughter sitting in the chair crying. Kenny found out it was her birthday today. I hate it when loved ones die on their birthday or on another loved one’s birthday, but maybe it means something special that I just don’t know about yet.
Death seems to be surrounding me the last few days, and I can’t help but wonder why. Obviously it isn’t my fault or anything, but I do believe that everything that happens on this earth, be it a large event or an itty bitty one, like stubbing your pinky toe on the corner of the dresser at 3 a.m. when you have to go potty, happens for a reason. I don’t believe in coincidences. Anyway, that’s just me looking deeply into things and pondering about them.
Do you have a favorite commercial? Normally, I am not a huge fan of commercials, but I have found one that makes me giggle my head off every time I see it. I searched youtube.com for it and found a bit of it to share with you: Identity Theft I hope you laugh at those old women as much as I do.
So I am now in search of yarn for my aunt’s sockies. She likes blues and greens. Any yarn suggestions for me? If you have a favorite sock yarn, drop me a comment about it 🙂
Has anyone seen the movie Eraser? We watched it tonight and I have decided that it’s a stupid movie. There is a scene where Arnold Schwarzenegger is in a shoot out with some guy in an airplane, while it is flying, the door gets blown off, and Arnold ends up hanging on for dear life, out the door of the plane, WHILE IT IS FLYING MIND YOU, and all the while the engine is on fire. So there he is, like it’s nothing, just hanging there. He reaches for the parachute, which is just out of reach, and the other guy shoots his gun in that direction, and the parachute manages to fly out the door and start falling towards the ground. So Arnold, in all his superpowerness, lets go of the plane, flies through all the smoke and fumes from the burning engine, and free falls down. He then catches the parachute pack, and manages to put it on, like a person would a back pack. All while he is free falling. Now, if this were a cartoon, sure, I could see that happening. But come on people, even Superman couldn’t pull that one off. It just wasn’t realistic enough for me to appreciate the stunt.
I’ve decided I want to start running. Obviously not several miles a day, but I’d like to run. There’s a girl from church who runs six days a week, with another girl, and I asked if I could join them after I work myself up to it. So we were talking today about running together and we sort of set a goal for both of us. She suggested running the 5K with her this time next year. I said I would work towards it, so we’ll see how it goes. Now, I’m clealry quite out of shape right now. Running around on the soccer field last night with my team proved that point quite clearly. So I’m thinking I will start out my routine something like walk 5 minutes, run 2 minutes, walk 5 minutes, run 2 minutes, etc for 30-45 minutes. I know that 2 minutes may not seem like much to most people, but to me it is. It’s a lot LOL Pathetic, I know, but hey, gotta start somewhere. If I feel like I can do more than 2 minutes, then of course I will, but I want to keep it consistent. I will increase the running by 2 minutes each week or so, if I feel as though I’m ready for the increase. I want to do this at least 5 or 6 times a week. My friend told me that for the first four months that she started running she hated it, but that she did it anyways because afterwards it made her feel better. She said she’s been doing it seven months now, and that now she wants to do it, loves it, and looks forward to it. She said it’s as if she craves it. That’s what I want! My overall goal I have decided is to get in really good shape. Weight loss fits in there as well. I can’t weigh what I weigh now and be in good shape, that’s for sure. But I don’t want to focus on pounds. Instead I am going to focus on inches. What got me going for seriousness on all of this recently was my husband and I watching one of those plastic surgery before/after shows. It was about someone who had a gastric bypass when she was nine gabillion pounds and afterwards became what I a member of the clan of “loose skin people.” I am terrified of becoming a member of that clan. I’d rather stay fat than have droopy ugly loose skin draping off every inch of my body. How ugly would that be? I wouldn’t want to look at myself, let alone expect my husband to look at me. So I thought wow… all the fat people who lose weight must just have to resort to plastic surgery, and I don’t want that at all. I hate having surgery. Who wants to go through all that pain? So then I got to thinking, lots of overweight people lose weight, and I’m sure that not all of them have plastic surgery, and I know that not all of them join the clan of the loose skin people. So I got to snooping around on the internet and found a website (that I can’t remember right now, sorry 😦 ) that gave great advice on how to avoid the loose skin. Basically, lose the weight slowly. Rapid weight loss with crash diets = membership right into the loose skin people clan. Maintain the proper body mass and a healthy nutritious diet and you can avoid that. From what I got out of what the guy was saying was work on gaining muscle. One of the things I’ll have to really work on is eating when I’m not hungry. I’m the type that eats because I crave the taste. I have tried to drink a bottle of water when those cravings come along, and sometimes that really seems to help. Anyway, I’ve gone on about this enough. The gist, I want to be in shape, and I have a plan to help me get there. 🙂
Tomorrow I think I’m going to go to the storage unit and get my One Skein book out of storage and get rid of some of this stash I have building up. I joined the Lonesome Skein KAL and am hoping that will help eliminate all of these “one skeins” that I have lying around in totes and boxes. 🙂 Plenty of Christmas presents waiting to be knit up, I just need the ideas to get me going. And having somewhere fun to share with others doing the same thing will be fun I think 🙂
Anyway, that’s enough for now, it’s 1 a.m. Why aren’t I tired?
September 28, 2006
See that title? That’s exactly what I did with those STUPID socks. First, I thought it was me. I wasn’t getting my mojo on with the socks. I thought if I got over it, I’d be ok. But no. Then the needles started breaking. Then the pattern started messing up. Yes, it was the pattern, not me. I can’t help it if the pattern makes me have an extra stitch here, or a lost stitch there. Yes, it’s all the pattern’s fault for that one. So I thought “Ok, I’ll try a different pattern.” But wouldn’t you know, I just couldn’t find the right one. None of them “fit” for me. And you can only tink yarn so much before it starts to hate your freaking guts. So I thought, “Maybe there’s a crochet pattern out there for me to try out.” Sure there are, but could I make it work? Of course not. It’s the yarn. It’s because I hated the yarn from the very begninning. I bought it because my aunt said she wanted socks for her birthday and that she wanted me to knit them, and that she liked those colors. I did not buy the yarn for the reason that it was soft and silky and pretty. It’s not ugly yarn, I’ll give it that. But there are nice looking things out there that are hated too. At any rate, I uncrocheted the sock from the crochet pattern, wound the yarn back up and threw it across the room. My husband just looked at me like I was insane. He knows how much I love yarn, and here I am, 1:15 a.m. and I’m throwing it and cursing at it. I’ll dig through the stash again and see if I can find some better suiting yarn. I’m sure there’s something amidst my stash that will work. *Sigh* I’m wide awake now, and am not in the mood to do anything with yarn because that stupid ball got me all worked up! The yarn should never win. *I* should, and if *I* can’t win, I don’t want to play. What’s the point? Anyway, anyone want that icky yarn? I’ll try and post a pic of it so you can see what it looks like. Maybe it will do better in the hands of someone who will care for it better than I. I think there are two balls of it, and one still has the label, the other was ripped when I took it off, so I think it got thrown away.
September 27, 2006
OK, apparently I am harder on needles than I thought. I got some needles from that auction I mentioned a few posts back, and accidentally kneeled on one of the needles. Now, years and years ago I’m sure they were just cheapo needles that no one probably cared about. But I can’t replace that needle to my knowledge because I’ve never seen them before. They are just Boyes, but they were plastic straights. And I accidentally kneeled and snapped one in half. Then one of my bamboo needles broke, and I don’t know what happened there. I just picked it up to knit with it and it was broken. And it wasn’t on the floor or anything, it was on top of the baby changer, where there’s no baby changing, we just use it to put stuff on. Then? TODAY? I FREAKING BROKE ANOTHER NEEDLE. Yet again, this needle was from that box of needles from the auction. Another Boye. Plastic. DPN. I was really liking the way I was knitting with these needles. Loving it in fact, even though I’m not a huge fan of plastic needles. Thankfully, in the box, along with that complete set of plastic BOYE dpns was an incomplete set of Chester dpn’s of the same size. So I can use one of those to replace it. BUT HOLY FREAKING HECK! WHAT IS MY PROBLEM? Would you all like to know how I broke the needle today? I was knitting in the recliner, got up to put the baby in his walker, sat down and heard the snap. I can’t even find half of the needle. It broke into four parts. I’m useless in the “keeping needles safe” department. I think they see me coming and want to run.
In some good knitting news, I took the sock to the frog pond for a rippin dip after the needle yesterday broke and I couldn’t find a replacement and refuse to buy more bamboos of that size. I found the boye dpn’s, and started a new sock in this pattern, and am really liking the way it knits up. It makes me even like the self striping yarn more. When I first started knitting, I fell in love with the self striping yarns, but now I think I’m more of a verigated sock yarn gal. I like the way verigated (am I spelling that wrong? It looks funny) yarns pool in some areas, blob a little in other areas, and sort of stripe but not really in other areas, and scatter around in yet other areas. How can one not love that?
Jessie has her first soccer game tomorrow night. I hope she does ok. At practice she seemed to be more intent on standing there spacing out with her two first fingers in her mouth as the ball zoomed past her. We’ll see how it goes. At least the other kids have no idea about it either LOL
September 26, 2006
I’ve been knitting along on my aunt’s birthday socks, and it’s coming along slowly. Probably because I’m using yarn that I don’t care for, as I mentioned before, it’s rough feeling. But nevertheless, I finally got up the muster to knit on them again. Last night I picked them up to do a few rounds of the cuff before I went to bed, and wouldn’t you know it, one of the needles was BROKEN! This particular set of needles was a group of five. Now it’s a group of three. Yes, three. This is the second needle from this set that has broken. The first one broke while I was using it. It sort of just splintered up one day. This one, I have no idea how it broke. Quite frustrating though. Now I’m scared to switch needles for fear of the whole change of the gauge thing, but I’m also terrified of getting more of the same brand of needles. I don’t want them to just keep breaking on me. They are Clover brand. And I do realize that wooden needles of a size that I’m using, which is a 0 (2mm), but still. Oh well. I’m still only on the cuff of the first sock, so if the gauge is off, I can just start over, but I didn’t want to do that. And like I said, I’m wary of purchasing more of this needle. Anyone else out there have this problem with this brand? Or is it just a fluke thing? Or do needles of this size always break? Should I just stick with metal for this size? I really like knitting my socks on non-metal needles. Any suggestions are greatly appreciated 🙂
We had our first soccer practice last night. It went really well, I thought. There is one littley guy on our team who doesn’t speak English, only spanish, so it was a little difficult for me to communicate to him. But his mom was also there, and she speaks some English so she was trying to communicate to the boy what I was wanting them to do. Maybe he doesn’t speak Spanish well either, because it didn’t seem like he was listening to his mom either LOL 😉 Anyway, I didn’t really know how to talk to him at first, because I don’t speak Spanish, except for something like “uno momento por favor” and that’s about it. I did get across to him that he wasn’t supposed to use his hands on the ball, and he’d look at me, get a huge grin on his face and reach down and touch the ball. With a finger. So I know he understood that much. LOL He’s a cute little boy, and eventually I think he and I will understand each other. There are 8 kids on my team, and they all really had a lot of fun last night. At the end of the practice we had a race around the cones. I lost. How sad is that? LOL But it was fun, and today I’m sore from the running around, but it’s a good sore, so who knows, maybe I’ll try and go on a run sometime today 🙂
The weather is getting colder here. Not freezing, just colder. So I started knitting Matthew a sweater. I’m using the kimono pattern from the Mason Dixon book, only I’m not making it a kimono. I’m altering it so that it’s just a button up the front cardi sweater. And I’m using Bernat Handicrafter Cotton in Swimming Pool. I got a ginormous skein of it at Walmart the other day for 5.97. I got a few skeins of different colors. It knits up the same as the other cheaper cottons, so it’s nothing to jump and down about, but the colorways are different and there’s the huge skein thing for a decent price, so it’s got those things going for it.
I also forgot to blog about a cool find that I got a couple weeks ago. We went to an estate auction where people had tons of stuff to get rid of because they were moving. So I meandered around in one direction, my mom in the other. Then my mom comes up and says “Come here, I need to show you something.” A box with yarn! So I wrote down the number for it, to bid on it when the time came. And next to the yarn? KNITTING NEEDLES! So I wrote down the number for that as well. Finally, what seemed like 29 hours later, it came around to bidding time on those, and guess what! I WON! The box with yarn turned out to be junk that I don’t want, but there were TONS of crochet hooks in with the yarn. So it was worth it for five bucks 🙂 I think there are even a couple of really old crochet hooks, they look to be possibly Ivory or something similar looking. Bakelite maybe? I can’t tell. I also got a flat box filled with some old craft magazines called The Workbasket. Some of them date back to the 1940’s! They have knitting patterns, crochet patterns, recipes, gardening tips, etc. And there are about 75 in the box! These are fun to go through! My mom’s husband told me I need to auction them on ebay. I told him that no, I wanted them for myself. He said that people collect those things though. I said something to the effect of me wanting to keep them for the same reason. He told me I’d learn eventually how it works. I kept my comments to myself. Muggles just don’t understand. Those are MINE MINE MINE.
Well, I guess I’ll go figure out what to do about these three needles and this partial sock!
September 21, 2006
Well, I have a new title now. What is it you ask? Why, I’m a SOCCER MOM! And not only that, but guess what? I have another new title! It is that of COACH! When I signed up Jessie for soccer, they said the kindergarteners didn’t have a coach yet, and so I volunteered. Now I just have to learn how to play soccer 🙂 Fortunately, the kindergarteners aren’t keeping score, there will be no goalie, it’s just more or less learning the basics and having fun. We went to registration tonight and I got my team roster, met some of the parents and told them that I’d call them tomorrow or Saturday with a game plan. I’m wanting to practice once a week so they can get the jist of it. So on Monday or Tuesday we’re going to have a “get to know the kids and coach” practice, and play a little, get the feel of the ball and what not. I’m really excited!
I got to go to a Love Lunch and Learn thing today at Jessie’s school. It’s basically a go eat lunch and have fun with your kid at school. It was really a fun idea, and the kids loved it. Lots of parents turned out, and afterwards I bumped into someone from my branch at church who recognized me, and then introduced me to some of the other moms there from church. I think I met six or seven of them! I hope I don’t have to take a test on their names though, because I’d fail. I used to be really good at names, but now I forget them all the time. There’s one lady in our branch who has six kids, and in those kids are TWO sets of twins! She must be one of the strongest women on the planet to handle that. I told her so, in not so many words, and the other moms agreed. She played it down and said that it’s only as hard as you make it. What a great attitude! She has really cute kids 🙂 One of the sets of twins are Jessie’s age, and the other set are Matthew’s age. All girls.
In knitting news, I have ten thousand projects going on. Two lace projects, one that I messed up and couldn’t figure out where I messed up, so I had to rip it out and I will start it over, the other one is just sitting around waiting for me to touch it. Two socks, not of the same pair. One is for me, the other is for my aunt. The ones for my aunt are not my favorite thing. I hate the yarn because it feels scratchy, so I’m hoping it softens up once it’s washed. My aunt likes the colors though, so I’m continuing on with it (the yarn isn’t in front of me at the moment, so I can’t tell you what it is). The other pair are for me. One of the socks is done, the other is not. They are just footie socks, made up as I went along. I’m good enough now that I can do that *grin* They are a K5, P2 at the one inch cuff, as well as along the top of the foot. And the band was lost shortly after I purchased the yarn a year or two ago, so I can’t help with that. But it’s black with red and blue and purple and it looks AWESOME! Let’s see….seems like I’m missing something…. Oh! A dishcloth. Seems like I always have one of those on the needles, which is good, because they are coming in quite handy lately for gifties 🙂
I got some presents in the mail recently, and I’ll post more about them later.
Want to know a few things that I hate? When I can hear people eat. IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM at the person who is making all the noise while they eat. Can’t they chew with their mouth closed? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK? Along with that goes smoking. I think it is the most disgusting, vilest thing a person could do. Not only that, but most smokers are rude and inconsiderate when it comes to being around non smokers. I don’t fart in their face, and I would appreciate it if they would extend the same clean air courtesy to me. But they don’t, and apparently it’s rude of a non smoker to ask a smoker to not smoke around them.
Well, that’s about it for now. I havr to feed the baby and haven’t mastered blogging and breastfeeding simultaneously yet LOL!
September 18, 2006
Last week was icky. This week is getting better. Last week started out with me being really sick. Jennifer got sick, and Matthew got sick. Jessie and hubster did not get sick, lucky lil things. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I could hardly get out of bed. Today, I’m still sick, but just with the sinus issues. Before it was the weakness going on with every bone in my body aching. Now I’m sure I have a sinus infection. And no insurance yet because hubster just started his new job. Anyone have any homeopathic remedies for which to rid oneself of a sinus infection? That are safe when breastfeeding? Pass those remedies on my way!
So while sick, I decided that I HAD to make myself knit lace. I found the princess wrap that I blogged about a few entries ago, and printed it out and found some cotton thread type yarn (the kind that you get at walmart that you crochet the edges on burp cloths with… not sure what the brand is, the band was long ago lost) to practice. It’s looking quite nice, I think. I had to put it down though, because I kept messing up in the same spot over and over again, and I hate unknitting, so I had to take a break from it. I’d told myself no new projects until that wrap is finished. But I couldn’t help myself. I just had to do it. I’m now doing Icarus. I love it! Only while I was working on it tonight, I got distracted and have no idea what I did, but I ended up with an extra stitch, so I’m unknitting that too. However, I’m not quite as frustrated, since I haven’t had to unknit this section umpteen bajillion times yet 🙂 I’m liking the lace thing, I can see how this can get addictin.
I signed Jessie up for soccer, then found out that her kindergarten team has no coach. So I volunteered, and now I’m the coach. Anyone know how to play soccer? Anyone want to teach me? LOL They told me I don’t have to know, they’ll give me the rule book and I can learn 🙂 Their team won’t keep score or have a goalie, they’ll just learn the basics. I’m excited, I think it will be fun, and I’m glad I’m able to get involved.
Well, I’m off to bed now, my head is all plugged up and ringing within itself.