Mike went out to the van last night and worked on the seatbelt for an hour before I went out to join him for another hour. We managed to break the Mighty Tite is several places using a hammer and a large screwdriver. The seatbelt is as stuck as ever. We gave up at 9:30 to salvage just a small portion of our evening. And to brainstorm ways to demolish the Mighty Tite without blowing up our van. Stay tuned....
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Last November we got a new (used) mini van. We really needed a bigger car and, although we didn't get it under the happiest of circumstances, we still feel so blessed to have it.
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Thursday, April 19, 2007
I've begun those blasted Neopolitan socks 3 times now. The first time I got out my precious new Lantern Moon sock needles and was feeling so smug about how wonderful these socks would be. About 4 inches into them I realized that they were HUGE. Hmmm...guess I should have read the yarn label first. This yarn is much thicker than my standard sock yarn. So I began again, this time using my Lantern Moon needles and knitting socks for DK weight yarn. About 4 inches in it became quite clear that these socks would be too small. It's as if I'm knitting for the 3 bears. And it was around this time that I broke one of my precious new size 1 needles. I don't need 5 needles, so technically it's ok that I only have 4 left, but.....
I decided to take a moment and regroup. And actually pay attention to the suggestions on the yarn label and my sock directions. I tend to do this a lot. I skim directions and then later regret not actually reading all of the important words carefully. And then I began the socks for the 3rd time. Casting on the appropriate number of stitches for DK weight yarn and using my ugly old size 2 metal needles. It seems to be working fine now. I did have a brief moment when I contemplated purchasing some wonderful size 2 hand carved Lantern Moon sock needles. But that would make this a $67 pair of socks and even I can see how unreasonable that would be.
Speaking of skimming, I've had a similar experience with Cinderella. I tried multiple times to figure out how to get the skirt onto "sad" Cinderella, after stuffing and stitching up the bodice. 3 times. After reading all of the words very carefully I realized that I need to sew both "sad" and "happy" Cinderella together, end to end, and then sew the skirts on. Duh. When I lamented to my friend Cori, a non-knitter, she commented "of course you sew them together! How else would you do it?" Fine. Here is what has happened to "sad" Cinderella #1:
On the other hand, I am nearly done with "sad" Cinderella's skirt and have started on the ball gown.
And in case you are wondering, I have on more than one occasion called my husband from the car, shrieking "I can't find this place!! You have to help me! I know I should have printed out the directions--this is NOT the time for an I-told-you-so...."
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
These are the lyrics to my new favorite song:
"I'd like to see you out in the moonlight
I'd like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I'd like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I'd like to check you for ticks"
Mike has already very reluctantly agreed to take me to the Keith Urban concert. I think if he had to see Brad Paisley in the same year a small piece of him would die inside.
Monday, April 16, 2007
Monday: Had a playdate with Meghan and her boys in the morning. Dealt with my own kids for the rest of the afternoon and did piles of laundry. Husband came home late and I was still folding laundry and lamenting that I did not have one moment to myself because "mommy's quiet time" means nothing to a 4 year old and a 6 3/4 year old. Still had a trip to the grocery store to make for the Tuesday playdate and the house was in shambles. At the urging of husband, skipped my Pastoral Search Committee meeting because we weren't actually going to be doing anything that night, and then had a beer while I put laundry away. Husband went to the grocery store and then we watched 24.
Tuesday: Had a playdate with Penny and her boys. Again at my house. It was my turn and Penny and I always do lunch, but that makes it two days in a row that my kids have not left the premises. Ended the day with a beer while I tried to knit something.
Wednesday: Was suppose to have a morning playdate with Cori, but that didn't work out. Was going to run errands with the boys, but, well, that sounded like a nightmare. Dragged us all outside and tried to convince the boys that they really could have fun playing together, not in my garden beds, while I weeded. They whined and complained most of the time. I can certainly understand why--who wants to play with a swingset, stomp rockets, basketball hoop, play house, frisbee, and golfclubs and/or run around a 1/4 acre of backyard? I'm the worst mom ever. Forced Eric to take a nap and sent Ryan to his room for one hour of quiet time (if I'm the worst mom ever, I might as well take advantage...). Had the Cori playdate at her house that afternoon. My sweet husband then met me at Cori's to take the kids home so I could run my errands in peace. Then went to the 2nd Pastoral Search Committee meeting of the week.
Wow--this Spring Break is almost as good as a trip to Hawaii!!
Thursday: Went to my sister's house to play. Ryan and Eric adore their cousins, Ellie and Jack. Caroline and I watched daytime tv on her new HDTV. I'm still not seeing the point....but it was great to sit in the family room and knit while the kids played. Until Eric started to play with Ellie's Gameboy Advance. Of which both boys are insanely jealous. And Ryan was suddenly done playing with his cousins and needed to play Gameboy Advance too. At that exact moment. So that was fun.... and then I had to zoom home to go to just about the worst church elder board meeting ever. And when I finally got home found out that Gray's Anatomy was one of those compliation shows. Liars!!! You said it was "all new".
Friday: Husband stayed home, since his old job was officially over and he was leaving for Chicago the next day to beginning training for his new job. Received scathing yet expected email from church chairperson on my behavior at the worst elder board meeting ever (She wants "yes" people, and I'm not so much of a "yes" person...). Scheduled my whole day around attending the Knitting Expo at the SeaTac Marriott. Ran errands (and when did Southcenter Mall get rid of Eddie Bauer?! I did not know that before heading out that day). Killed time until 4:00 when the Knitting Expo market opened. It was terrible. Horrible. The only vendor worth looking at was Pacific Fabrics, where I shop all the time. Left after 5 minutes. Husband instructed me to go to Eddie Bauer at Bellevue Square since it was only 4:05 and I hadn't planned to be home until after 6. Husband earned some serious points for that move. Actually found a few items worth buying at Eddie Bauer. I now have capris that fit.
Saturday: Cleaned my frightening bio-hazard of a home to ensure my sitter for the evening would be willing to return in the future. Took husband to the airport. Welcomed sitter with open arms. Went to Dinner Group at Dave and Leah's house and drank more beer.
Wow. Can't wait to get the pictures back.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Last night at 11:00 I was crawling into bed when I realized that it had happened again--Alice the 14 year old passive aggressive neurotic cat peed on our bed. Lately this has been happening about once a week. I even started taking preventive measures and was putting this garish red and turquoise polka dot picnic blanket (with waterproof backing) on the bed. Apparently yesterday she found a small corner of the bed that was not covered by the picnic blanket and chose that as her spot. Nothing like remaking your bed at 11:15 at night. And now I get to wash my down comforter on the sanitizing cycle of my new washer again. I'm afraid the thing is going to disintegrate if I keep this up. It's an old comforter and probably should be replaced, but who has $200 for a new down comforter?!
So here is my dilemma--what do I do about Alice? She is a very sweet cat and spends 23 hours a day lying on top of our bed, or hiding under it. So locking her out of the bedroom would be flat-out cruel. I don't think she's horribly ill--she seems perky and is still getting out to eat and use her litter box. I know you are all wondering why I haven't carted her off to the vet by now. Taking Alice to the vet has got to be one of the most tramatic experiences of our married life. In 17 years of marriage. She FREAKS OUT. And the last time I had to take her in I called the vet for kitty valium and was told they would be happy to give me some if I brought her in. I explained that I need the valium to GET HER IN THE CAR and they didn't see my point. I then asked for some valium for myself....
And I am truly bothered by people who put their pets down simply because they have become bothersome. I understand that there are times when that action must be taken--Alice's older brother, Binx was put down about two years ago. Binx was quite ill and suffered two strokes. The day we decided to take him in was the day he became so disoriented that he fell from the 2nd story landing and then went to hide in his litter box. He was clearly suffering and it was a clear decision.
Truly, I don't know what to do about Alice. We love her and she has been a part of our family for 14 years. And she pees on my bed once a week! We know we don't have that much more time with her, but this can't be the reason her life ends. And did I mention how she FREAKS OUT when we pick her up and even take a step in the direction of the garage? Yes, we've tried putting her in a pillowcase, and a box, and a crate...and have the physical (and emotional) scars to prove it.
I guess I'm hoping that this a problem confined to just our bed. It's all washable and contained. I think I will really become distressed if this problem evolves to other parts of the house and I am forced to take action. Truth be told, I'm not sure what horrifies me more--having to deal with Alice's problem, or become a cat-house-that-no-one-wants-to-visit. Either way, it's the kiss of death.
Monday, April 9, 2007
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
So, I ordered all of the yarn for the Cinderella Topsy Turvy doll. Webs has rather large, clear color palettes, and I felt pretty confident I was ordering just the right colors. The box came in just a few days, which again was very impressive. I was absolutely delighted when I opened the box, pulling out all of Cinderella's colors. Until I pulled out the lavender skein. It was suppose to be a cornflower blue. On the color palette it truly looked blue. Cinderella's ball gown is blue. But no, what I actually ordered is a very distinct lavender. The problem? I HATE purple. I really do. I generally have very little to do with anything purple if I can help it. Purple is the color of unicorns and fairytopia and little girls who tattle. I have always hated purple. I am not going to throw myself into this magnificent project and end up with a purple doll.