New Years Resolutions - some knitting related

I am borrowing this from Kelly, who had some posted on her brand new BLOG.

1. Finish 5 projects before ANY new yarn is purchased (just finished 1, a Malagaiter for my Aunt)

2. MUST completely finish my ummmm 2 UFO's from last winter, and wear them

3. Will try to wake up to my alarm clock (not the feet of DH in my back)

4. Will find and make a HOME for DH and I (wherever that may be)

5. Will make OFFICIAL list of ALL projects currently working on, and that I have yarn for in the hopper (stash - not all stash is ear marked)

6. Will try to limit myself to (forget I even thought of this one!!)

7. Will try to be more patient and understanding (will enforce this with DH to me and my knitting.......hab....no...hob....no....addic...no...ENTHUSIASM.....wait, yes that's it......PASSION)

8. TO BE CONT.

OMG, OMG, OMG!!! WEBS

OMG!!!!! I am currently up visiting my dad for the holidays, and his wife took me on a little outing today at my request. I went to WEBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Of course I didn't get as much time there as I wanted, or truly needed, but it was AMAZING!!!!

Must go eat, being beckoned for.....will blog more later and will include picture of my haul along with the 1 lone picture I took while in the store.

A New Idea

I have discovered that there are really 13 days of Christmas, not 12, with the 13th being the day after. Want to know what my true love brings to me on the 13th day? "On the 13th day of Cristmas my true love brang to me a tow truck from the NYPD.......and Lets not forget about the $115 dollar ticket on the windshield." I may be a New Yorker by Heart, but I didn't vote Bloomberg. Although there was that bout when I first moved back to NYC to live with my mom and my car got towed 3 days in a row (ok, so I'm a little slow too). This time it was the DH, he said he read all the signs.

Funny thing is, one of our friends girlfriends (she didn't know what our car looked like) apparently saw it all happen as we were exiting the restaurant.

THANK YOU SECRET PAL

So, I got an early Christmas present, my SP sent me a little holiday cheer, and just when I needed it too. I left SNB on Thursday evening, and I had just had one of the worst days, and was looking at anaother one coming up. I get into the car and start yapping to my DH (who always so loving listens "I THINK HE JUST BLOCKS ME OUT" to every word I say) and he drops this yellow package with Christmas stickers all over it into my lap, and I got all excited, I was like "is it??", and he said "I thought it might interest you, that's why I brought it." and it was, my gift from my SP.

When I got home, I quickly opened it, I know, I can't believe I waited either, but it was a really crappy day, and I just didn't have the strength to do it (although you can see in this pic where I at least gave it a try without scissors). Well, when I got home everything was neatly wrapped individually, which gave me more gratification opening each item: snowman cards, snowman soap, snowman gift bag, snowman stitch markers (SO CUTE), and even a little snowman ornament with my name on it. Thank you sooooo much SP! I appreciate it.

UGGGhhhhhh

This Blog should be a lot longer, and about a lot of different things, but my fingers and wrists ache (OY VEY!) and I am starting to feel Yucky. I have lots to say, starting with

My Spoilee..... who bounced a question back to me, now "I" have to make a decision, and I HATE making decisions, so I have decided to go both freakin' ways. Oy! I can't say more because I don't want her figuring me out. All I can say is that I just got her some realllllllly nice freakin' yarn, and I'm thinking about keeping it ALL TO MYSELF! Oh it's just yummy, soft, and gorgeous. I'm jealous over a gift that I haven't even given, so I don't have to, do I?

My horrible experience.... which was now last week, but I still have yet to fully put in writing my VENT about that horrible LYS in Greenwhich, CT Knitting Niche (THEY ARE MEAN, NASTY, and ACTED ATROCIOUS TOWARDS ME) will go more in depth in next blog.

My stupidity... I knowingly (and admittedly) added more stress and more knitting to my already filled, if not over filled knitting calendar. I have 2 baby blankets waiting to be knit 1 baby due in Feb., the other in April, and I found out another one is on the way, so I am already putting together a knitting group to knit one so it is more familial. I was also FINISHED with making ANY CHRISTMAS gifts, but unwittingly agreed with myself that the Malagaiter (I was using rose colored Malabrigo) making for myself in the Brioche pattern was coming out so nicely that I could whip (don't forget I'm a slow knitter) one up for my aunt (using the pennant pleating version - using emerald green), and while I was at it, why not add another one into the mix for her sister. Oh wait don't forget the hat I'm making for a complete stranger that I started yesterday, which is really what got me into this predicament in the first place because it WAS going so quickly that I figured "WHY NOT????)

So, what do I do? I ache, have to go to work tomorrow, must get some sleep, and must rest my appendages. At what point can/does a knitter have too much yarn? Should I put it all together and scare the hell out of my entire family, let alone my DH whom I hope doesn't read this let alone find ALL my stash. I'm such a "dead man walking". I blame Christina for selling me more yarn, my SP for making me decide, and my family for being so needy. Am I leaving anyone out????

Pictures to come......

HOW COULD I FORGET

I am sitting here on my bed in my newly aquired Betsey Johnson Dress from the SAMPLE SALE that is going on today (which is over) through Friday. What fabulous things they had had wonderful prices. I didn't mean, nor want to go since I've heard too many stories about sample sales, and the horros that take place there, but being as my DH is their IT Geek (I mean Director) and he had my set of keys to the car (my only way home) I had to go there and meet him. So I go into the warehouse (where the sale is being held) and saw my DH, who was on the phone handling some IT issue. Well, I was just standing/lurking in the doorway (with ALL my bags I must add), and saw all the dresses and more dresses, and skirts and more dresses that were hanging up all over, and the very handy dandy coat check room to my left. So I figured "HEY! What the hell, why not have a quick look around". A bit of a bummer for me, especially since I Offically or technically don't fit into their clothes anymore. Well, I figured Flannery (my sister - who's a disgusting size 4 at best) would love some of this stuff, since a lot of it was very vintage-y. I was also getting very overwhlemed with the whole scene, my senses were going crazy. I took a quick parusial (even at the sipke heeled shoes) in the back, and eventually (veryr quickly I might add) came up with 3 things for her, I had to really hold back. So I went to the register and had my DH decide on 1 of the 2 dresses I had choosen, and he picked the one I really liked too, and I got her this really cute pair of pleated shorts, daisy dukes, pleated all the way around. She will look FAB!!!!! I would post pics, but just in case she checks this blog out (which I highly doubt she or for that matter anyone else in my family) I don't want to ruin her Christmas present.

Well, after paying he introduced me to someone who yelled at him for charging me, and insisted I go back and get something else for FREE (I tried to say NO, really I did) but I obligingly returned to the floor in hunt for something that MIGHT possibly fit my fat ass. I saw soooo many thing I liked, but of course sizes 2, 4, or 6 at best, so no go. I did find a knit skirt with a flower border on it I thought I might like, it was a toss up between that and another dress (I didn't want to seem greedy so I didn't want to go up and ask for my husbands opinion, because the guy would probably tell me to take both.

So, after finding this skirt, I ran into 2 women who work with my husband directly (I recognized them from his Haloween party pictures) and introduced myself, well, between the two of them they kept trying to push more clothes off on me, and I honestly felt bad because I don't ever want people thinking that I am trying to take advantage of something or someone, especially in a case like this. My parents raised me right, and me thankful and respectful, but don't be greedy (even though deep inside I was feeling a little oooh and ahhhing). Well, Donna had a couple of things to show me, and then Daisy pulled out this gorgeous maroon colored dress that has green butterflies on it. She said "this will fit you" I'm like no way, what size is it? She says size , but it's cut wide. I know BJ dresses, and they are not usually cut wide, but she did have point, it did seem wide. Well, she told me it WOULD fit, and to take it home and try it on......

What do you think? It's a little hard to tellas I had to take the picture myself, which meant no flash, and the obvious distance thing, but if you click the picture it will enlarge so you can see all my fatty detail (oh yes and definite bustiness)... Oh what a day, now I'm off to slumberland, a little knit first, but then slumberland, perchance to dream....

Quote of the Day

Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky,
My pile of books is a mile high.
How I love them!
How I need them!
I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.
Arnold Lobel

I just love this quote, it's so me. I have sooo many books, and sooo many more that I want to read. I just might pick up that new James Patterson tonight and begin.

Knitting Without Cable Needle - YEAH!

Thanks to Kathy aka Grumperina, I have learned to do cables without the use of a cable needle, and it does, just like she says, make things much quicker and easier. I've only done it a few time so far on my Irish Hiking Scarf, but it's working like a champ. I had a minor blimp in the beginning, because I wasn't sure which way my cable was going, i.e. Left or Right Twist, my pattern calls for C6F, which I learned by trial and error that C6F is a Left Twist Cable. I'll post a picture later when I get home.

I'll also be posting my vacation pics and posts later too, I only have those pics onmy home computer.

The Beginning, or not so Beginning of my Trip

Saturday, Nov. 18, 2006

Ok, so this was to be the first day of our vacation, we were scheduled to leave on a 3:30 flight for Orlando where we were going to meet up with DH’s sister’s family who had left on the 6:30am flight down. We were to spend two days there, and then off to Ft. Lauderdale where the cruise was to start. Well, I had had a very difficult LONG week at work, wasn’t getting home until 9:30 at night, so there was really NO time for packing, and to top it all of, I’m not a good packer either, I usually panic a little, and then pack everything. Well, I didn’t get home Friday until 9:30, got out of work late, and then spent 1hr on the floor at the Port Authority waiting for my VERY delayed bus. I was in no mood to pack when I got home. But, I did what I could before I passed out.

I got up very early on Saturday to finish packing so that we were ready for our 1pm pick up for the airport. Well, let’s say the morning didn’t go so well. I had a nervoud break-down, DH got so flustered and angry with me he broke the laundry basket (we’re still looking for a replica to replace it, it was breaking anyway), he’s not usually like this, but I can get pretty bad in my packing panic mode. Let’s just say I can become a child at this point and sit and cry and scream in the corner. Ummmmm not the highlight of my life, nor one we shall dig too deep into. As if it couldn’t get any worse…I start dry heaving (no food in stomach), not your minor dry heave either. I was praying to die, praying! DH postponed our flight to the later flight figuring we’d be packed, and I’d be all better, he figured the dry heaves were from my hysteria, which I agreed with. Well, when it was time to go for the next flight I had my head in the toilet crying hysterically that I would get on the plane no matter what. DH postponed the flight once again, and we were scheduled (I did) on the Sunday morning flight at 6:30am (was I on crack when I did that?).

Sunday….DH and I are packed and ready to go to the airport, we decided to drive ourselves and park in the cheapy-peepy off-site parking lot (normally I would have no issues) DH was driving, and we’ll just get to the short and sweet of it, we had a full out argument, I almost killed him with my bare hands, and we ended up missing out flight. Thankfully there was another one 45mins later that had room for us still in first class. Well, alls well that ends well is what I say. Everything went off without a hitch after that. We got to Orlando, and got our rental car, we got a nice little Jeep Liberty, looked like someone had gone off-roading with it, and every time we put the drivers window down (tolls) there was such a high squealed noise I thought my teeth would crack. We really couldn’t do anything but laugh at this point.

We got to the hotel, and checked in, we tried to be near his sister, but that was not to be the case. The hotel was more like time shares, so they were set up in several buildings on a 2-3 acre property (Baby at the Hotel), we were on one side, and they were on the other. We got into the room spoke with his sister and met them at the pool. Or twin nieces were so cute when we got there just yelling for us, and couldn’t wit to hug us and go into the pool. They had to leave a little early as the girls had appointments to get their hair done like princesses in Downtown Disney. We met them later in the day for dinner, and an evening on the town Disney style.

When we met up with them the girls looked just gorgeous, how they sat still to get their hair done is just shocking. We had dinner and then we hurried along to the Disney hotel, The Wilderness Lodge, where they do a movie and a campfire every night. Not what I was

expecting, but quite interesting none the less. The girls loved it, and so did all the adults, we got to roast marshmallows and eat smores!! DH and I left them after that and headed back to the hotel, and let’s just say I wasn’t fully over whatever I had had the day before, and the Smores put me over the edge. OY!!!

Monday we got up nice and early, and had a pleasant drive to the airport with our squeaky window. We got there nice and early, just like we both like (we were made for each other), got on the check-in line and we both thought (we are never going to get our bags through without paying the extra fee for overweight bags), but the guy we had was REALLY nice. We were flying Spirit airlines, which (I know I’m a snob) I would normally never fly, but we got a GREAT deal $60 per person from Orlando to Ft. Lauderdale (and it turns out we were in 1st class - see Baby had his own seat too!), so two out of our three bags were overweight as we knew from the flight down to Orlando (but I’m a Continental Elite member, so they don’t care), but the guy said oh just move something to another bag, and since you are premium customers, it’s no big deal. WOW, and I thought we were going to get stuck with a $50 charge for our luggage, I’m trying to pack lighter, it’s just not working.