Buzz Buzz...

Incredibly, I have been a busy little knitting bee. 

I’ve just finished a pair of short socks for my mother using Blue Sky Alpaca Hand Spun Organic Cotton.  I call them Marie Antoinette’s Anklets because of their French-inspired stitch work and their lacy, almost nubby texture 

I am also working on:

Socks in honor of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, using Go Crazy BrawnySock, (In Gryffindor colors, of course) .

A matching Marie Antoinette Cowl using the same stitch work and yarn.

2 projects simultaneously (Aren’t I an industrious little worker bee?) 

GOD I HATE BEES!

Hairy Hopes & Dreams

       Way, way back at the dawn of time, (Okay, it was only 2 months ago) when I was feeling a teeny touch unhinged, (More than usual, I mean) I shaved off all of my hair (No, I don’t have any pictures). Call me crazy, (Go on! I dare ya!) but these things sometimes happen (To me, it seems). 

   Due to the fact that my hair has grown back at an alarming rate (YIPPEE!!), I have devised what I like to call my HAIR PLAN (I am such a nerd). If you disregard the different colors that are shown, (My hair is black and it’s going to stay that way, thank you very much!) you will see my h-a-i-r-y hopes and dreams and my 2-Year-Plan-of-Attack. (I did say I was a big giant nerd, so you’ve been warned!)

Bend It Like a Forrest

My oldest niece has joined a summer soccer league. I have never liked sports ...of any kind ... but I love my niece, so I am the loudest and most obnoxious sideline cheerleader at her games. Here is the fabulous #3 bending it like a Forrest. 

(... Because that's our last name ...duh?) 

She is, as it happens, the tiniest member of her team - she was given the smallest shorts available and she still needed them taken in - but boy is she tough. 

A Tomato Wearing a Pumpkin

My soon-to-be nephew’s Twisted Pumpkin is finished, along with one matching sock. 

(Yes, I do plan on knitting a mate.) 

As previously promised, here’s the Tomato modeling the Pumpkin…

And...Break It Down

78. The first time I flew in an airplane, I bugged out and had to be sedated.

79. I was escorted off the plane by the air marshal.

80. The airline refunded all of my money and politely asked me to please NOT fly with them again.

81. I have never flown again.

82. I still get carsick.

83. I want to pierce my nose, but I’m always blowing it, so I haven’t.

84. I am attracted to Jewish and Swedish guys more than most others.

85. Irish ones aren’t too shabby either.

86. I still get acne and it really pisses me off.

87. My favorite perfume is Kiehl’s Original Musk.

88. I am allergic to flowers and bees.

89. I have Central Heterochromia – 2 different colored irises in 1 eye. Apparently it’s a genetic anomaly. 

90. I’ve never eaten a strawberry.

91. I have eaten a snail. It was gross.

92. I’ve also eaten one of my dog’s biscuits. Liver flavored. Wasn’t too bad.

93. Edward Gorey is my favorite artist.

94. My first dog’s name was Winkey.

95. My mother wanted to name me Vera.

96. My dad said “over his dead body.”

97. Thank you dad J

98. If I had a little more of #75, I’d without a doubt become a detective.

99. I love the smell of Play-Doh, Vick’s Vapor Rub, and wet dog.

100. If I had any to speak of, I’d pay cash money for a flat stomach…but then, who the hell wouldn’t?

The All-Canine Anti-Frisbee Brigade

See the innocent victim.

See Nan poop and pee on the innocent victim. Go Nan Go!

Good Nan.  

(I couldn't actually catch her in the act, but I swear, she did it...)

Fjölga þrír upplýsingar

52. I do not have a bank account, because I do not trust banks..

53. I wish I had more friends. I really only have one to speak of.  I consider her my best friend, but I know that she does not consider me hers.

54. My favorite song…EVER…is “Spirit in the Sky,” by Norman Greenbaum.

55. I cannot do push-ups.  I cannot do pull-ups either and honestly, I am alright with this.

56. I fear change – in a terrifying, sickening sort of way.  I really, REALLY hate this trait about myself.

57. I do not wish on falling or shooting stars.

58. I step on cracks and walk under ladders.

59. At my funeral, I want “Highway to Hell” by AC/DC to be played.

60. I want to be cremated after I die.

61. Without my contacts or glasses I am considered legally blind.

62. I’m allergic to walnuts.

63. I love ravioli.

64. When I blow my nose, I sound like a moose.

65. When I sneeze, it always comes out in 3’s.

66. I sneeze very, VERY loudly. 

67. I currently have 9 tattoos, but you can only see 8 of them.

68. My ancestors are Scandinavian Vikings hailing from Iceland

69. I was born with a full head of hair.

70. My hair is very black.

71. Because my hair is very black, some people do not believe #68, but it’s true just the same. 

72. I’ve always wanted to be a redhead.

73. I scored dreadfully on my SAT’s.

74. Despite #73, my I.Q. assessment was considered particularly impressive.

75. I don’t think that either #73 or #74 matter at all, because I still possess very little common sense.

76. I also possess a limited capacity for impulse control.

77. I once threw up all over the streets of San Francisco. (Well, maybe not all of them…)