SP9 Final gift

I got my final package from my secret pal (who won't reveal herself), but thank you to whom ever you are. I didn't get a chance to take a picture of everything, but I can tell you everything that was in the package. I got the package the other day, I was feeling a bit down, as I have been a lot lately (but that's how things go), and I was excited to open it up, when I turned it slightly to cut the tape all of these glittery little hearts came streaming out all over my bedroom floor, I was a little shocked, but moved the box over the garbage to continue opening things. The first thing I came upon was hand made socks in my favorite colorway, blue with a little teal and green (I have them on right now), then I got to the pink mug she got me, and a tea sampler to go with it, (and yes I do like tea) the new Josh Groban CD (looking forward to playing that), some red sock yarn that she hand rolled into workable balls (she read that I had stared to do the sock thing), there were two tea candles (pink of course with a lovely scent (I've already used them) I used them in conjunction with the relaxation bath salts that she sent, but have not yet tried the hand cream (which I am addicted to, constantly putting it on). So to who ever you might be, thank you very much for your wonderful gift, I am very appreciative of the thought and time that you put into the last package. I just LOVE pink.

I MET MY SP

Sooooo, yesterday was a very busy day for me. My DH ended up letting me sleep in, I haven't been sleeping well the last few nights (I received some very disturbing and hurtful news on Friday), it will be a while before I will have a very good nights sleep. On to bigger and better I say, so I got up, had some D&D iced coffee and the tops to my muffin, and what turned out to be DH's muffin as well, then I showered and was off to Ridgefield where I had plans to meet up with and introduce myself to my SP (Laura). She was so nice, and even brought ME a GIFT, she said fo rbeing such a good SP. She gave me some sock yarn, which is very funny since I had just been thinking the day befor ethat I might like to start to learn how to make socks. The colors were so cool. Well, we sat in Starbucks and knit and chatted for a while (of course me more than her since I'm such a talker). She really loved the last gift I gave her (well, one more to come, I am in the process of finishing the Irish Walking Hat in a blueish/purple Mabrigo for her). One of the things I gave her I was hoping that she would dislike, adn want to give back, but no go, she liked it (some Tili Thomas silk yarn in these georgous bluiesh, yellowish, pinkish tones) OMG it was soooo georgous, if I do say so myself. I also gave her the Pirate Dictionary since she said her favorite holiday was "National Talk Like a Pirate Day".

All in all, it was a good day. I enjoyed meeting my SP, and I'm going to really enjoy learning a new knitting skill.

16 Candles

......And yes, I am referring to the movie. It is 12:45 on Saturday night, and I am trying to finish the Irish Walking Hat for my SP (whom by the way I am going to meet tomorrow - hat won't be ready, but pretty darn close for starting last night) and I am watching 16 Candles, saying everything word for word along with the movie and still LOVING it even with it now being like my billionth time seeing it. It's just at the end when the are at the church prepping for the wedding, almost to my favorite part. The scene "Sam walking out of the church with her sisters vail, and realizing everyone has left her behind, then looking up to see JAKE RYAN"!!! What female my age wasn't in love with JAKE RYAN???? JAKE RYAN!!!!!

No movie will ever top this as being the all time best movie, nor beat as being the ultimate 80's Icon film. Ok, back to knitting..

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......

My SP9

I can't say too much just in case my SP comes accross this Blog and reads it, but that would be highly unlikely since I don't think anyone really reads my blog. BUT...I sent her a questionnaire so that I could get to know her a little better, and one of the questions she answered made my teeth shatter when they hit the floor. Apparently, she is a GEEK like I am, I thought I was the only person in the world that liked this one thing, and her answer to the question I posed just made me totally freak out. I started yelling into my DH who was shaving at the time, "Honey, HONEY, you will never GUESS, my SP and I like both like XXXX (don't want to give any hints, ust in case she reads me). His response, "ohhh cool....". Men and their diinterest in our knitting until it come to paying the bills, and then they are all over us.

I am heading on vacation next week, and needed to stop by the mall tonight to pick up some things from the Gap, and wanted to pick up something from Sephora or Bath and Body Shop. When I told my DH that I technically didn't have to go to Sephora, that I ad enough lotion to ge tme through, that my real intention was to buy for my SP, he was lik, " you have to buy gifts???", and I said, "YEAH, that's what SP os all about, I explained that to yo over and over. DUH!! Again, Men!! I decided to go back with her list so I am exactly sure of the scents and things she likes. I want to be a good SP, that's just my nature, I love spoiling people.

Think this is the GIG for me?

Ok, on to new posts!

My SP9 Wacky Fact

Kerry, my SP9 Host has asked us to post a "random wacky fact" about myself, something that nobody would ever guess about me. As she puts it "The wackier the better." So here goes.

My random wacky fact that no one really knows, nor understands, especially my family members is.......I'm not JUST afraid of the dark, my fear of the dark is more truthfully related to being in a secluded area either outdoors or indoors in a place that has any kind of windows, such as the window in front of most people's kitchen sink. My fear, OK, this is real, but my fear at -- of an age is......I can't believe I'm actually telling people this, but I'm afraid of Michael Meyers from "Haloween", and Jason from "Friday the 13th". Now this is a real and I would have to agree with all of you and say non-sensical, but to me somehow I have made them REAL in my head. I grew up living in NYC, and would go out at 1:00am at 12yrs old, and not be afraid. I would go up to my grandparents in CT, who just happen to live in the middle of the woods in a very open house with lots of glass doors and lots of windows, more than your average home. We would go up there most weekends, and I couldn't sleep, and I didn't have a tv in my room there, which was upstairs (very long windy stairs, nothing you could get u with prowess), so I would stay up late to watch SNL (when it was good). I would sit in the den, my mother would have to promise me that all the doors were locked, and that no one was going to get in no matter what, then she would draw the blinds in the den over the sliding glass door (UGGHHHH!!!!), and then she would place (OMG) a magical blanket over my head so as not to be seen by anyone. OK, even then I new the thing wasn't magical, but I was covered. I would slouch as low as I could in the chair, and watch tv until the fear become too much for me, and I would turn the tv off, and run for my life u the stair and into my bedroom (which also had a sliding glass door). Once in my room, I would get into bed, and cover my head with the blanket and pray that THEY "Michael and Jason" wouldn't be able to detect my presence if they got in.

Ok, how freakin' embarrasing is that story? Well, it doesn't get any better.....When I have to go down into the basement to do laundry, all of the lights are on pull chains, and sometimes it's so dark when I'm going to grab the one by the laundry, and I have to wave my hand in front of me to find it, I always fear that I will actually hit one of them with my hand, or when the light goes on, they will be there. One time just recently my MIL turned the lights off on me in the basement, and I didn't realize it until I turned the laundry switch off, well I started screaming at the top of my lungs for my DH to come and save me. Needless to say, he had to give me tranquilizers to calm me down after that. I couldn't breathe, the fear was sooooo strong. I can tell you right now, I am going to end up having nightmares tonight about this, just thinking about it. OY VEY!

If I can get my hands on one, I'll post a picture of my grandparents house, as well as our house up on the Cape, which again is very open with lots of glass, and you'll see what fear is like.
OK, enough of this. But hey, that's one wacky fact you would never guess.