Week in Review

This week has been really shit, and not so shit. I’m supposed to continue with the chiropractor for like six months – sucks, because of the $20 co-pay each visit – but I know that in the end I will be glad I did.
First Brownie meeting on Monday – I’m excited and scared and I keep bouncing between “Oh this will be great!” and “Oh my god! What the hell was I thinking!?”
We got our open enrollment information yesterday – double suck, because we are getting screwed. More about that another day.
U of L lost the game last night – ouch.
Ryan was late with child support – surprise surprise, and he hasn’t paid the whole amount he owes me yet.
Because Ryan was late with the child support, I am a week behind on after-school fees – luckily they are okay with this as long as I am paid in full by November 20.
Instead of going to pet the sheep and alpacas and be surrounded by wooly goodness this Saturday, I get to clean and paint in preparation for the meeting Monday.
The Ferncreek Lyons club, which my aunt is a big supporter of, is having an all you can eat pancake breakfast Saturday morning - $4.00 for as many pancakes as I can stuff in my mouth? Yeah, I’ll be there. I’m going to need the carb load to get me through the painting and cleaning.
Kevin has finally admitted that I am without a doubt the most wonderful, fabulous girlfriend in the world, for reasons I won’t go into here.
I get to start my Christmas shopping this weekend, something I have mixed feelings about. I love the hunt for the perfect gift, but I despise the malls, and the traffic and the teeming masses of people.
Thanksgiving is just around the corner. I love Thanksgiving. Anytime its okay for me to stuff my face with turkey and dressing and mashed potatoes and pumpkin pie and cranberry sauce is a good time for me.
We got rid of two kittens last Sunday – only two more to go.
I have both Saturday and Sunday off this weekend, a very happy thing indeed.
I finished one of my fingerless mittens Wednesday, although I’m thinking I may rip out and take off a few rows and redo the thumb, but for now, it’s done.
Instead of casting on for the second mitt, I cast on for a hat for Eden because I was sick of her asking me when it would be done. And honestly, I like making hats. They are quick and easy, like scarves, but more interesting to knit.
I guess that’s all folks.
If you make it to the wooly goodness at the fairgrounds this weekend, pet some sheep and alpacas for me okay? And sniff the fiber. It always freaks people out. Peace

Following Tara's Lead

Take a guess at:
My name:
The love of my life:
Where you and I met:
Take a stab at my middle name:
How long you've known me:
The last time that we saw each other:
Do I drink?:
Your first impression of upon meeting me/seeing me:
One of my favorite things to do:
Am I funny?
My favorite type of music:
Can I sing?
The best feature about me:
The worst feature about me:
Am I shy or outgoing?
Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?
Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else (what)?
Have you ever hugged me?:
My favorite food:
Have you ever had a crush on me?
If there was one good nickname for me, it would be:
Your favorite memory of me:
If you and I were stranded on a desert island, I would bring:
Are we friends?
Do I believe in God?
Who is my best friend?
Will you repost this so I can fill this out for YOU?

Pain in the Neck and a Finished Object!

Happy Belated Halloween! I would have posted yesterday, but I was in too much pain. Yesterday morning I was in the shower (relax, its not dirty) and I went to wash my hair, when all of a sudden my shoulder said “Nope, don’t think so.” And decided to revolt and try to leave my body. So I had to call my chiropractor and beg to be seen. I did manage to make it through outreach that morning – luckily the mentally challenged don’t mind if their storyteller looks a bit like the Bride of Frankenstein – but then I had to leave. I have decided that my chiropractor is my new best friend. You may remember that a couple weeks ago Advil was. Well, while I am still forever indebted to the makers of Advil, I am now also indebted to my fabulous and totally super fine, chiropractor, Dr. Troy. If you had seen me yesterday, compared to how am I today, you would know how amazing he is. I went in, he popped my back and cracked my neck and voila! I’m like a whole new woman. Of course, he obviously has a sadistic side – having my number 5 and 6 vertebrae popped back into place was not exactly fun – but at least I can turn my head to the side now. And I can raise my arms up over my head, something that makes getting dressed much easier. I saw the wonder doc again this morning, and he popped a few more things back into place, and so while I’m not 100%, I feel much, much better. And I get to go back Monday and have him do it again. I’m not exactly relishing that part – like I said, it does hurt a bit, but damn, it feels so much better afterwards. Almost like good sex. Ya know, when you get a little carried away, and – alright, alright I’ll stop.

In other news, I actually finished a project! Okay, so it wasn’t a big project, like Kevin’s sweater, it was just a little hat, but still – a whole finished object! Bet you thought they were a myth here at the House of Asparagus. They do exist, and here is the proof – one finished Sophie’s Sample Cap #1.

This pattern was super easy to follow and can be found at the most wonderful yarn shop in the state of Kentucky – Sophie’s. I worked this one up in Noro Silk Garden with Berroco Suede for the black stripes. As I may have mentioned, I am a big fan of the Noro yarns, and Silk Garden proved to be just as fabulous to work with as Kuryeon. The only problem is that I forgot that silk doesn’t have has much stretch, so the hat is a little on the, um, snug side for me, hence the reason why E is modeling it. Since I really like this pattern, and this yarn, I am going to make another one, only I’m going to cast on a few more stitches. I had some Silk Garden left, so this is definitely a hat that can be done with one ball, and since that Suede was left over from a previous project, the total cost for this hat, not including needles, was something like $11.00 – I think that’s how much the Silk Garden cost, I can’t find my receipt. Not bad for a super cute little hat that can be made in a variety of ways, for lots of people. I’m thinking of doing a more manly cap for Kev – something in dark blues or greens, and maybe even a few for Christmas presents. It didn’t take to long to work up, maybe 8 hours total knitting time. It may have been less than that, I’m not really sure since I worked on it off and on, here and there for about a week.

So my next goal is to finish my fingerless gloves for me, a scarf for a family friend and the Big Alpaca sweater for Kev. I am going to set aside the Waving not Drowning socks until after the holidays. I totally messed up the pattern repeat at SnB a few weeks ago, and I don’t have the heart to frog and re-knit them right now. It’s November, which means it’s time to really get crack a lackin’ on Christmas knitting.
Peace chicas.

I almost forgot

Kittie Pictures! So cute, don't you want to take one home? In this picture we have Smudge, who is acting as the kittie pillow - that's his big fluffy tail. From left to right - Jill, Shygirl, Smudge, Jack and Midnight. Don't ya love how midnight is all "I'm just gonna hang out here for a while." And Smudge, he's just resigned himself to the whole ordeal. Right after I snapped this, he tried to move to the lower seat cushion, only to be followed by the younguns. For the record, Smudge is the older bro to these bitty kitties.

And then we have this cutie pie pic. This is Miss. Jill, all snuggled up on a towel, which E left atop my knitting bag and her backback. I love how cats can just find the oddest places to have a nice little lie down. Too cute!

And Now for Something Completely Different

I give you… Strange Brew. Alright, so it isn’t really super fancy or anything, but give a girl some credit, okay? I am not exactly the most computer savvy of girls – as my boyfriend will gladly attest. I was going for a lovely Autumnal feel – hence the oranges with a touch of brown, and a little red for good measure. Notice that I’ve also added some new lists – a listing of Works in Progress, and a list of the books I’ve read for each month, starting with October, cause I know ya'll have just been dying to know what I’m reading, right? And eventually I may add a list of books I really want to read, but for one reason or another haven’t.
In other news, I made it through the Making Strides Against Breast Cancer walk yesterday. I’m really proud of myself for doing this, especially since I didn’t train or anything. So, I made it, and this morning I am paying for it. If I could find the inventor of Advil, I would kiss their feet – it truly is my best friend right now. And special thanks to all of you who donated.
This afternoon I have an interview and I am super nervous. Wish me luck! Peace, S

Swap

KTTW X-mas Swap Questions
What is your favorite yarn? Is there a yarn/fiber you really hate?
I really really love Noro yarns. I can’t stand cheap acrylic yarn.

What do you use to store you needles, projects, gadgets in?
I store my circs in a fabulous Ashland Sky Knitsack, and my DPNs in a pretty fold up case from the House of Trek. I store my straights in an old canister.

Do you have an Amazon wish list?
Why yes, yes I do.

Do you like candies and sweets? Specifically…
Definitely! I am a big fan of the shaped Reese cups, like the pumpkin and the X-mas tree.

Do you practice any other crafty habits?
Not really. I’ve tried some, but nothing sticks like the knitting!

What type of music do you like? Hate? Are you MP3 compatible?
I love girly music. Like Sarah McLachlan, Norah Jones, the Indigo Girls. And my all time favorite band is U2. I don’t like rap so much. And I think I’m MP3 compatible.

What is your favorite color? Is there a color you don’t like so much?
Purple, pink and turquoise. I’m not into earth tones.

Do you like hats, mittens, scarves, ponchos?
I like gloves and scarves, I’m neutral on hats, and I really don’t like ponchos.

Do you like to receive handmade gifts?
But of course!

What is your needle preference?
I am a big fan of Clover Bamboo, and Addi Turbos. I like straights and circs, and even on occasion DPNs.

Is there anything you collect?
Anything with turtles or goats.

Are there any books, magazines or patterns you are currently coveting?
I really like sock patterns, especially Mountain Colors. I also like basic technique books. I think they are handy to have around, and it seems like there isn’t one that has everything.

What size are your feet?
I wear a women’s size 7 ½ shoe.

Let’s see, last week R didn’t see E at all, not even on Wednesday, b/c he had so much work to do at the shop, he was just killing himself trying to catch up. And now his WIFE is picking E up from school and, while he’ll take her Saturday, he thinks she “needs a little break” from staying the night at his house, since last time she kept waking up every couple of hours. I wanted to scream and yell and throw a great big ol' hissy fit. But I didn’t. Because you can’t get blood from a stone. I am out of ideas. How can I make him see that what E really needs is to spend more time with him, not less? Any suggestions, other than running him over with my car and collecting SSI, would be greatly appreciated.
In other news, I am so looking forward to knitting tonight. I had to miss last week because R was an ass, and E had conferences. I am happy to say that she is doing fabulous.
Why is it that sitting in front of a teacher makes me feel like I’m in school again? I swear, I was so worried that she was going to tell me what a horrible parent I was, and how my 6 year old keeps saying things like, “my mommy says its stupid women can’t be priests”, and “my mommy told me that boys have penises and sometimes they call them wieners.” But, thank god, all her teacher had to say was that E was doing well, she just needs to learn to listen a little more and not talk so much ( guess that apple fell pretty close to this tree, eh?)
And this week has been crazy! SC is on vacation this week, and so it is just me, myself and I. They’ve managed to scare up some help for me, but I feel like I’m just slacking off when I let someone else do the work. I’m all like, “I can handle anything. I am super employee!” I swear I have no idea where this work ethic comes from. You’d think I would have been “unionized” by now.
Yesterday I got to go to Triad’s Senior Day Out, and it was fun, fun, fun. I love doing stuff like this. I think it is so great to get out and meet other people who work with seniors, and who I can get ideas from. It was also fun to see some of my patrons out. Most of them recognized me, but it took a minute to process how they knew me. Guess I look pretty different when I’m not ensconced in a big moving bus.
The fun-est and funniest part happened early in the day. These two older men, who spoke very little English, came back around the booth while I was on potty break, and they took these two clipboards I had, complete with LC apps. I wouldn’t have known it was them, but the nice lady from Practical Care Solutions across from me let me know. And later on, a lady took one of the TBL tapes I had on display. I found out she had it when she sent her friend over to get one! I had to explain that they weren’t a give-away, just for display. The lady who took it didn’t even have a player! And I still can’t figure what those men wanted with the clipboards. I’ll tell ya what, old folks + freebies = madness.
Today I took a Merit Exam for a job I applied for in Frankfort. Keep your fingers crossed kiddies, I’m hoping I at least get an interview. And lucky me gets to take another exam on Friday for a different position. Joy. Did I mention that both tests take place at 8 am, and that I got the notices on Saturday? And that I am the only one in my department this week? Good times, good times. Peace.

Soap-box

After reading L’s post about her arch-nemesis, her step-kids mom, I feel like I must respond. Please know that not all of us moms are like this!! Ms. Money-hungry gives us all a bad name. I swear we aren’t all like that. I wish that E’s dad was as committed to her as T is to his two kids. This mom should just be thrilled that she gets support from him, both emotionally and monetarily. Every time I talk to R I have to remind him that he needs to pay child-support. And I can’t remember how many times we’ve been to court over it!
To be fair, he’s really not a bad dad. I honestly think he does the best he can with what he has. It isn’t his fault that he was born with such a tiny brain. I’m sure it’s hard to remember to do things like pay your child support and pick your kid up from school on time when your brain is only about the size of an ostrich’s.
But I digress. To all the shrew ex-wives out there, I just want to say, STOP! You are destroying your children emotionally! They will hate you for putting them in the middle of your fight. Be glad that you have an ex who cares about the kids. Be glad that you have a person who you can rely on to pick the kids up from school, and help with homework. Be grateful that you have an ex who attends sports, or choir practice or dance recitals. Because there are too many of us out here who would kill to be in your shoes. Your anger and spitefulness will burn a hole in your kid’s sense of self-worth. They are your most valuable asset, not the size of the child support check you receive. Remember that, or you will regret it when they are older and can see you from a distance.
Whew, okay, I'm going to step off my soap-box now. Peace.

Apparently I didn't mis-spend enough of my youth

You Are 40% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

How Evil Are You?

Damp

When I came down the hall at work this morning, I knew that once again, our office had taken on water during the rain. Luckily someone from the children's department was here on Saturday, and they picked up all the bins and boxes that were sitting on the floor,so we had very little damage. Goddess Bless people for going the extra mile!
The last time it flooded bladly down here, we lost several $1000 worth of books. This time, we just have to deal with the smell. It stinks down here folks. And I can feel the mold invading my sinuses - yucky.
Some of the other branches didn't fare so well. Apparently 2 of our West End branches flooded pretty badly, and a couple of our East End branches did too. One is still not completly operational. And K has a lots of comp. problems to deal with today, since several computers were also damaged during the flooding. Joy.
But, it could have been worse. Remember those picutres from the 1937 flood? There is one where the statue of Abe Lincoln is half under water. My office is directly behind that statue. Small favors right?
Hopefully the rest of us made out okay too. Peace and dry basements to all. -S

La La La

Well I had hoped to have some pictures to post, but alas, I forgot my camera. So, sorry, no pics. Besides, they would have been boring, since very little knitting has occurred this last week at the Carter Looney Bin. My tendonitis has been acting up, and in order to not be in constant pain, I have to rest it a bit. Hopefully it will okay for me to at least do a little knitting tonight at SnB.
I have been a good girl and not bought any yarn in at least a month, despite there being many, many temptations at Sophie’s. My goal is to complete at least two projects from my stash before I purchase any new yarn. I’m thinking it may be time to cast on for the fingerless mitts I bought cashmere for last year. And maybe to try and start on the cardigan I planned to make with the Cotton Stria I bought after Christmas. And of course, there are always socks and dishcloths to knit, as well as that sweater for K. And then there are the baby items I want to knit for a co-worker. So, I should be able to finish something soon, right?

Can we say "Brain Fart"?

So I’m working on this sweater,and I’m trying to figure out how many stitches to cast on, and I come up with a number and I cast on. As I’m doing this, I’m thinking, wow, this looks awfully big. But I keep on trucking.
After about 6 rows, I’m thinking, no way is this right. This is waaaay too big. Like it could only fit Hagrid big.
So I stop (points for me) and try to figure out what I’ve done wrong. This was on Tuesday.
I just figured out why my numbers were off. I took the total chest circumference measurement and multiplied it by my stitches per inch. The problem? I’m knitting the sweater flat, in pieces, not in the round. Duhh.
So, if I take the original number, divide it in half, and add about two inches for seams to each side, do you think I’ll end up with the right number of stitches? I plan to find out tonight.

Also, where was everyone last night? We missed you guys. Hope things are alright. Peace.

GRRR! Bad Mood

Do you ever wonder why it is that women can’t just be in a bad mood? Why is it that whenever I am in a crappy mood, it has to be PMS? Why can’t I just have a bad day? Maybe I just didn’t get enough sleep. Maybe I didn’t get my full coffee dose this morning. Why can’t I just be. in. a. bad. mood? GRRRR!!!! And the person who asked me if it was PMS, was another woman!
I mean come on, isn’t bad enough that we have to deal with that type of attitude from men, now we’re doing it to each other? WTF?
Men are allowed to have bad days. And we women folk are supposed to give them their space, and basically let them walk all over us while they’re pissing and moaning. Oh sure, this isn’t said out loud, but it sure as shit is implied. I don’t care what the spin doctors say about women and men having reached equality. That is a great big pile of horse shit, and anyone who bends down close enough can smell it.
We still place all sorts of socially imposed gender roles on ourselves and each other; we even do it to our kids. I know that I have been guilty of this with my own daughter, despite being a raging feminist. It’s hard to escape the norms of society, even when you know that those norms are misplaced.
For example, even though I was raised in an era where women can be pretty much any damned thing they want to, I still deeply crave the traditional female roles of wife and mother. I want the little yellow house with the white picket fence and 2 kids and a dog running in the yard. I wonder what it would be like to be able to stay home and have my only job be to take care of my family. I imagine that it would be just as hard as what I do now. But I also know that I will never be Donna Reed. It just isn’t in the cards for me.
I envy those women who do stay at home and make their families their full-time jobs. To me, that would be a luxury, something that would require that I have a husband who could support us on his salary alone.
When did that switch happen? When did it become that only the wealthiest folks could afford to have only one partner working? Surely throughout history it has been the poorest folks who had to have both parents earning income to make ends meet. Why is it that our society acts as if this is some new phenomenon, and makes the working parents feel so guilty about having to work? Why is it that the ultra right accuses working moms/dads of being bad moms/dads, but doesn’t support a welfare program that would allow them to stay at home, or at least work part-time? Wow, I have really gone off on my soap box haven’t I? I just get so pissed off at our society some days. Shit, today, a little fluffy critter could probably piss me off.
And for the record, no it isn’t PMS. I didn’t sleep well last night, I have a ton of crap to do at work, my office is a mess, and the weather is kinda stinky and if it stays yucky, I won’t be able to go to Waterfront Wednesday and see Old Crow Medicine Show, which I really want to do, even though it means missing knitting tonight.
And if I want to have a bitch fest about that I can. (sticks out tongue and makes pouty face)

Very long post about vacation, in which we discover how many ways Stephani can find for the word "amazing"

I have reluctantly returned from vacation. While part of me is glad to be home, and sleeping in my own bed again, another part of me wants to get back in the car and drive 12 hours back to Amelia and never return. It was quite simply one of the most amazing places I have ever been. If you ever get the chance to visit – take it. The only thing that was disappointing was that the only yarn shop within 30 miles had closed. Not like for the season closed, I mean completely, no longer any evidence that it once existed closed. But a dose of serious window shopping quickly cleared my disappointment.
The place we stayed, Amelia Island Plantation, is like its own little village. It’s designed so that you never have to leave. There is this super cute market/store that had awesome chocolates and gelato, as well as staples, like milk, and nail polish remover( one of the few things I forgot to bring). And, there is an awesome spa, which I was unable to visit, do to my serious lack of funds. There are also about a dozen little boutique shops, and three or four yummy restaurants. We stayed in this amazing villa, with a view of the beautiful beach just steps away. The part of the island we were on is pretty well protected from over-zealous developers, and a lot of it still looks wild and untamed.
There were salamanders, and turtles and so many egrets and herons I lost count. K went fishing and caught 3 blue crabs and 2 croakers, and 2 what I think may have been sergeant majors. There was a mama turtle (land, not sea) laying eggs on the dunes outside our villa, and we saw four or five loggerhead nests marked off on the beach. Oh, and we swam with dolphins. Yep, that was so cool. Our first day there, and we were sitting on the beach, and K points out this pod of dolphins, about 3 yards from where I had just been wading. It was amazing. Then, on Sunday, we were swimming and as I start to head to shore, I hear K call my name, and I turn and not 20 feet away are 3 more dolphins. Such a sweet way to end the vacation.
I think we ate at every restaurant on the Plantation, and they were all good. Seriously, the dinner we had at one was better than the dinner we had at Vincenzo’s.
Yes, my vacation was wonderful, and I have my amazing boyfriend to thank for it. He may not be the most sensitive of guys, but he sure can plan a good vacation. And, he was so sweet.
He called me "darlin". I know he’s going to scream when he reads that, and probably turn bright red, but too bad. It was so sweet you guys. We were walking over to the shops and such to have dinner our first night there, and I don’t remember what we were talking about, when all of sudden he says, “Blah blah , Darlin’, blah blah.” Notice that I have no earthly idea what it was that came before or after "Darlin’"? I was in such shock, I was almost speechless (almost). And, then, like five minutes later, he did it again. Maybe this type of behavior is routine for some males, but not mine. He has never, in the 17 months we’ve been together, called me anything other than Stephani or Steph. I’m the one who rarely calls him by his given name. So, I was floored, and delighted and well, flabbergasted. Apparently the salt air makes my boyfriend more, well, boyfriend-ish.
So, all in all, the whole experience? Priceless. Wonderful. Marvelous. Stunning. Incredible. *sigh*

What a long strange trip it's been (or rather, will be)

Since this is my last post before vacation, I thought I’d leave you all with this: I have strep-fucking-throat. Isn’t that grand? I’m leaving for Florida in two days, and I have strep throat. Hopefully, please gods, let it be so, I will be all nice and healed by Wednesday, but right now, at this moment, I am not so sure.
I’ve been on antibiotics since Saturday, and I’m feeling only slightly better. I don’t ache from the roots of my hair to the soles of my feet anymore, but my throat is still icky and sore, and I sound like some 100 year old floozy.
Yesterday, I sweated so much, my sheets were literally soaked. Like, at first, I was sure I’d peed in the bed. But, it didn’t smell, so I know it was just sweat.
I am only at work because a) there is no one else here today, and b) I’m off the rest of the week. I really want to just go home, and curl up in bed and sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep. And, I’d really like to be able to eat some real food. I’ve been living off toast, soup and tea for three days, and I want a hamburger! But, I know that if I even try to attempt to eat a burger right now, my throat will most likely declare a mutiny and try to bail.
Two days people, just two more days, then I’ll be in the car, driving far away from here. Bliss. See you ladies next Wednesday.

Gar! BAAAAD Code! Bad!

Either I made an error when I copied that code, or it was a bad piece of code. Well obviously, since I am perfect and never mess up anything, it must be that it was a bad piece of code. But, you should still go check it out. Every girl should have a pirate name!

Arrr! My Pirate Name

My pirate name is:

Bloody Ethel Bonney

Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr!

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Bugger of a week

This week has pretty much S-U-C-K-E-D. The only thing keeping me going is this: one more week to vacation! And, of course, knitting tonight. See you ladies then, I'm out - S

Please Welcome

Now appearing for the first time - Ellie and the new Babies. Yes, please note that this is what happens when you take a stray cat in, try to find her a home, are unsuccessful, she escapes for three days, comes back pregnant, has her first litter of four kittens, only two of whom you find homes for, your mom lets her out before you can take her to be fixed, and she comes back pregnant again - she has her second litter, this time five kittens. I tried to get a better picture of the kittens themselves, but my camera was not cooperating. We have two tabbies, one tortie, one solid black, and one calico. Currently the calico is the house favorite, simply because they are pretty rare. These five join the two boys left from Ellie's first litter, Spot and Smudge.
Spot and Smudge joined our other cats - Katie, Twiggy, Mushu and, of course, Ellie. So, we currently have, lets see, eleven cats in our house. We really have become the crazy cat house. So, if any of you would like a sweet kitten, or know someone who would, the new babes will be ready for adoption in 6 weeks.

Hot. Really, really hot

It is H-O-T hot people. Seriously hot. I am fairly certain that I have sweated off a good 5 lbs today. I think my brain may be melting. Last night, I stayed up and watched Lara Croft and the Cradle of Life, so that may be why another reason why I feel like I’m down a few brain cells also.

I managed to get K to embrace a little of his inner geek this weekend. Saturday, we bought Scene It! The Music Version and played like four rounds. As I was paying for it, he’s all like, “You know that you’re going to lose horribly right?” And, of course, he was right. Music trivia is his forte. But hey, the game was on clearance for $9.18, down from $37.00, and I held my own pretty well. When I got a chance to play that is.
If you’ve never played the game, I’ll sum it up real quick – you roll 2 dice, a numbered dice, and a category dice. You move your piece around the board the number of spaces shown on the first die, and then you have to answer a question based on the category die. If you answer correctly, you get to go again.
Have you ever seen someone hustle pool? You know, they let the opponent make a few shots, pretend to be not so good, then, bam, they hit them with some crazy trick shot and sink like 4 balls at once, and the opponent doesn’t have prayer? Well, it was a lot like that. Not pretty people. But, it was fun.

In other news, I’ve been making slow progress on my ballband dishcloth. I finished up the Blueberry hat, and started on a blanket for a coworker’s baby. It’s just too dang hot to knit. All I want to do is have a nice lie down in front of the fan. And, since E is spending the night with her dad, that is exactly what I plan to do.

Sadly, I will be missing knitting this week. I know you are all heartbroken. Try not to snag all the good yarn, and I’ll be back on the 9th.

And, as of Wednesday, it will be 2 weeks until vacation. That’s right, in just 15 days, my big fat ass is going to be doing a fine impression of a beached whale. Now I know ya’ll are sorry to have to miss that!