Husband at the farm with his momma. I did nothing last night except knit and watch Live PD. (Seriously though, some of those officers! I need to be searched for weapons please) I had the whole cough to myself! Finished sock one for my mom. Y’all know I love her because she picked acrylic baby yarn.
I had cold pizza for breakfast. In bed. It was wonderful! Crumbs be damned! Ok, so I’m changing the sheets today, but that little rebellion felt good.
Today is picking up groceries. Say what you want about them, but that grocery pick up thing at w@lm@rt is awesome. If the delivery places could get it right, I’d go back to them, but this will do. All my meal prep is baked things that don’t require much except marinating and baking. Seeing as I’m doing 2 weeks of meals (the bike thing is NEXT WEEK y’all! I am not ready) I went for easy. FYI, meal prep is breakfast and 3 meals. For.Every.Work.Day. Further proof I love my husband. Just sayin’.
Then, I’m knitting. Mom has surgery the DAY AFTER the bike ride – y’all, could it be worse timing? So, I want to get these things done so she has something cheery in the hospital. I need to find something to binge on.
You can still donate to my ride. I’m going for $12k!
What are you doing today?
We aren’t getting any younger here. As evidenced by my mom turning 73. She just kept saying she never thought she would make it to 40, let alone 73. Part of her gift was these little face cloths.
I’ve finally put the Canadian drama yarn socks to bed. After darning them 3 times, I just can’t anymore. I guess I’ll have to get on that knitting socks thing. After I finish my mom’s size 11 pair. Luckily, they are with worsted, (but still, size 11!) which is easier on my floppy paw. (I totally need a more positive name for that thing) However, I injured my left arm in the Great Sleeping Incident ’18.
When the GSI’18 happened, I warped my loom, hoping to catch up on the Spunky Eclectic Weaving Club.
You! In the back! You can stop rolling your eyes right now! I have things! In my head! That aren’t brains! It has been an exhausting and injurious month. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
In better news, our Mo has been able to donate $1200 so far to my Bike MS ride (I can’t wait until my team puts in the matching amount!) and is waiting for VAT to be paid to donate the rest. Thank you to her, everyone who bought her patterns, and that thing that happened with the Ravelry Gods. So, if you’re feeling all warm and fuzzy now, go forth and wish her a happy birthday.
Happy Thursday y’all! Or something.
Seven FOs for the year. In there is my first sweater (about three years in the making) and some cotton socks that sucked my will to live. There are the mitts and shawl that I had to make to match the hat I needed to knit to keep me warm after jiu jitsu. There’s the “sweaty cotton” washcloth (actually 2) that I took camping and finished at Hurricane Harbor. My favorite is the coffee hat. Lovely yarn, from a lovely friend ended with a fun and much loved knit.
In anticipation of the annual CMMDI, I tried to finish one more project.
8 rows and a cast off short. I do however predict it will be my first FO of 2016. I may have even dug out my the sweater that I cast on (and knit most of) right after I finished the first one.
Hope y’all have a happy and safe New Year’s Eve.
Team Lutter at the Matshark tournament yesterday. Of course, after I rolled. They never take a picture before I get all sweaty and gross. I also may have forgotten my sock at home, so it didn’t get to go on an adventure yesterday. I wonder if I can take a bunch of them today to open mat and put them in BJJ positions.
Nah! Too much work.
Results? Meh. I had two matches and I got silver. I really wanted to win and ended up in an Americana (the last picture shows the fun) and tapped a little later than I should have. It was my floppy, so I wasn’t able to compete in the Absolute. Some ice, a compression sleeve, and the IF unit and I should be good to go by Monday.
It’s been hot and I couldn’t train for about a week and a half. This could be a problem if I want to compete during the summer. (Unless we get mats and turn our living room into a mini dojo.) Not that it excuses not being good enough to win. Besides, the girl I lost to was like 19. Hello 22 year age difference! That’s an excuse I might be able to live with.
‡ ‡ ‡ Whining Alert ‡ ‡ ‡
I so want to prove a point. That even with the NMO and the floppy that I can do this. That I can be good. There are people missing limbs that win gold on an international level for Pete’s sake! I really get frustrated by my limitations. I’m not looking for comments on this, I just want to say a big EFF YOU to the situation getting in the way of my plans.
‡ ‡ ‡ End Whining ‡ ‡ ‡
Soooo… anyway! No sock knitting or spinning yesterday. I’m going to see what the day holds before I commit to doing anything besides going to the pool and napping.
Happy Sunday y’all! What are you doing today?
p.s. Texas competed in two divisions and came home with a Silver and a Bronze. And a hurt elbow. At least it is his left and we can still hold hands. 😀
I have finally caught up on my feed reader thing today. It may have involved skimming and deleting, but I’m at a zero count, so it works for me.
I have no idea what to do with the living room at the apartment. My furniture will not fit ( I’m going to torch the love seat anyway) and I’m really not finding anything that suits my fancy.
There are surprisingly little “apartment sounds”, but I’m still finding it hard to sleep well. I may have to purchase a topper for the mattress. It has a pillow top, but it is still quite firm. It suits Texas, but not me.
I’m spending the night again at the apartment, but I really do have to go back to the farm and pack up more schtuff. You’d be amazed at the amount of crap I’m throwing out. If I haven’t touched it in the two years we’ve been at the farm, it’s out of here.
Except for the yarn. Because, well, that would just be silly. I did contemplate a de-stash sale. For about a minute. I think there will be far more opportunities for meeting people and hanging out with the knitting. Being challenged by others instead of just letting things languish. I’ve already been invited to a weekly spin thing at a friend of a friend’s house.
I think moving may be good for the soul. Not the crazy making of actually having to pack and move, but the decluttering is rather freeing. Looking at that odd Hawaiian shirt salt and pepper shaker set and wondering if it is really going to follow me again. (It is not) Picking up the inkle loom and deciding that, yes, it is something I want to work on since I’ll have more time.
Of course, it doesn’t help that patient day made me all moody and introspective on top of the moving crazy. I don’t know if the Rituxan will work or if I’ll wake up blind or paralyzed (or hell, hit by a car crossing the street) and damn it! There are things I want to do and enjoy and see and discover while I still can. Sometimes I forget and get bogged down in the detritus of every day life.
Happy Tuesday y’all! L’Chaim!
And a Monday. Because I can start all the blog posts I want, I just don’t always finish them.
The weather is cold! (at least for Texas) We went right from Summer to Winter temps. 48 F this morning. I had to put on a pair of hand knit socks for the first time Saturday. I don’t know how long this is going to last, they’re saying we’ll be back into fall weather (high 80’s during the day and high 60’s at night) by the end of the week. I’ve had all of the windows open and am taking full advantage of it.
Texas and I did an American Horror Story marathon and are ready for the new season. It took a while to get into season one. Season two was better and I’m excited for three to start this week.
Sadly, I’m not doing much of anything else. I broke 3 embroidery hoop things this week and the cold is not playing well with the floppy paw. I’m trying to finish off the two or three socks that I have on the needles, but it is slow going, only being able to do a few rows at a time.
Cookie says I need a sock machine, but being able to find one is not so easy. I’m guessing wool socks weren’t that popular in Texas.
BTW, tomorrow I’ll have been blogging for 9 years. Nine years. Where did the time go?
Happy Monday y’all!
It’s faux fall over here. I can wear my zip hoodie in the morning and am reduced to hiding from the mid- to upper 90’s during the day. Some lucky people have snow in their area. Or it’s cold enough to wear hand knits. While that sky may look like rain, they’re saying no more. At least those clouds might keep it cool today.
If someone (aka Texas) doesn’t stop playing “I Love It” I may have to repossess his laptop and iPod. Especially when he plays it at 6 a.m.
So far, I have failed at the super secret knitting thing. I have everything together, I just haven’t worked on it. The half finished, semi-disemboweled bunny is sitting on the coffee table mocking me every time I think about working on something else.
We may or may not be mentioning that whole CMMDI embroidery thing later in the week. Does anyone remember what October was for?
So, how is your weekend going?
An NMO group I belong to recently regressed into a high school drama tit-for-tat fest. I don’t have the time or energy for that kind of stuff and left the group.
The original post was political and divisive and the author couldn’t see the difference between opening a topic for discussion/sharing information and calling a group of people idiots. (yes, it actually involved the word idiot) She then proceded to complain that the mods weren’t admonishing someone for posting information about a petition for controversial medical therapy that she didn’t agree with. After all, she got a message about her post not being appropriate.
I appear to have developed an intolerance for people who demand that you agree with them. I don’t care if I do agree with what they are saying or not. The moment you demean a person or group or their views just because they aren’t just.like.yours, you have crossed a line.
What has happened to the ability to talk about things without it devolving into name calling, drama or condescending attitudes? To have a conversation and an exchange of ideas that are thought provoking? To understand why someone might feel different than you? To agree to disagree? *
My views are not yours. I have had different life experiences that have brought me to where I am. My views have changed over the years as I have grown, lived and matured. They may change again. They are my opinions. You have yours. I respect your right to have them. I just don’t respect you as a person when you imply a group or someone (or their opinion) is stupid or “less than” because they don’t agree with you.
Needless to say, I have been withdrawing from groups and relationships because, as I said above, I do not have the time or energy to deal with it. I do not have the graciousness or patience to overlook it right now. Maybe, in the future, I’ll change my mind.
Happy Thursday y’all. Who has my caffeine?
*I am very lucky to have a friend that I talk to regularly that has vastly different views on some hot topics and yet, we can have conversations about them. I can express why (or what) I feel about things. She can express her views. We can “yeah, but” back and forth and then turn around and talk about cute weekender bags. She gets it. And I wish more people did.
Obviously, I should not be knitting in the car. I messed up the cast on/first few rows for this 4 times. 4 times! I was inspired by Sarah’s giant gnome and thought it would be quick and easy to knit and that I could make some decent progress while traveling. HA!
Because of the busy week I had, I made absolutely no progress on the stitching stuff for this month’s CMMDI. Meh. It’s not like it hasn’t been sitting around for years already.
Next up on the weird travel schedule is the 2013 Rare Neuro-immunoligic Disorders Symposium. Luckily, it is in Dallas and I have Priority Club points to spend. I will probably not be attending patient day in L.A. this year, (unless a magical pigeon drops a plane ticket in my lap) so at least I”ll get to see Sex Kitten and gain some knowledge.
Besides, I wanted to lose another 30 pounds before I saw those people again. Or something like that. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
Happy Jug Day y’all! Stay hydrated!
A sockless Sunday. During SoS13. Shouldn’t I be knitting one or something? I kind of feel guilty for not having one to show. I mean SoS ends next weekend.
By the way, where did the summer go?
Apparently, I’m having an attack of Catholic guilt today.
I feel the need to apologize for not replying to my blog comments. I read them, I just figure I’ll answer them later, and then later becomes a couple of days or a week. By then, I figure the relevance of my response is nil, nada, zip, zilch.
I’m also feeling guilty about leaving for Dallas for a few days. There are always a ton of things that need to be done here on the farm and although Texas is an adult and can do them, I feel a responsibility to get things done. Of course, no one could ever live up to my standards for cleaning or doing things the proper way. (aka my way)
Granted, I am going for my infusion, but I’ll be thinking about what may or may not be getting done.
In other news, there is a Brangus heifer on the loose in my neighborhood. She escaped from one of the local vets and there are missing poster ALL OVER TOWN. I’m hoping Texas spots her and brings her home. Although I suspect, she has already been found and relocated, witness protection style, into someone else’s herd.
Happy Sunday y’all