Favorite Things Part 2

Watching my husband and my kid play outside on a sunny day.

My husband is a really good dad. He's opened his heart and life completely. Dave has shown our son more attention, affection and love in two plus years than my father has shown me in the last 33 years.

My family makes me feel blessed.

Hey, maybe my kid is a future Derek Jeter? Could happen.

And have you seen the new Sunflowerfairy Knits Cafepress store ad on the Ravelry Forums? They're up and running! Yipee!

Things That Make Me Happy.

I have not done any knitting today. My wrist feels good, but I have knitting tonight and I was afraid if I knit too much now, that I wouldn't have the oomph to knit later.

So in preparing for the end of the world...no, no- I mean the temporary lack of sanity saver I call my hobby, I'm going to show everyone some of my favorite things. It's kinda like getting to be Oprah, only none of you get to take these things home with you.

First up...
I bought this little sheep figurine at Rhinebeck last year. I love it! It sits on my window sill in the kitchen. I feel like a shepherd whenever I do dishes.

Man, oh man. April 21 is really far away, isn't it?

Like a Freakin' Fountain

My loving son got me sick. My nose is running like a fountain. Seriously, I can't clear it- when I blow there's nothing there. I can breathe fine out of it. There's just a constant drip. Very attractive.

I didn't sleep too well last night. So today I'm laying low.

I spent yesterday with the fam. My aunt is a natural healer. She worked on my wrist a few minutes yesterday. It was stiff and sore this morning, but now it feels better than it has in months. I'm happy. Still doing the 3 weeks rest, but hopefully this will speed it up a bit.

And lastly, for whatever reason, Blogger isn't emailing me to tell me I have comments to moderate. I'm not ignoring you, it's Blogger's fault. Trust me, I love the attention. ;) Now that I know I'll check into the site more often. Keep the comments coming!

Lynn, and Yes, I Do Know How To Spell My Own Name, Thanks.

For Jenn, who I know would be heartbroken if I ignored her request.

1. Middle name letter: L

2. Famous artist/band/musician: Lauryn Hill

3. 4-letter word: Love

4. U.S state: Louisiana

5. Boy name: Lucas

6. Girl name: Laurie

7. Animal: Llama

8. Something in the kitchen: Lucky Charms cereal

9. Reason for being late? Lounging

10. Body Part? leg

11. Drink? Lemonade

12. Something you shout: Left! No, no! You're other left! (or maybe that's what others shout at me while I'm driving)

13. Something you eat? Lunch

14. A movie you've seen? Lethal Weapon

Funny side story about my middle name- I'm named after my Aunt Lynn, my father's sister. I guess typically there is an "E" on the name Lynn, if it's used as a middle name. When I went to apply for something a few years ago, the woman behind the counter argued with me about the missing letter. She insisted that I was mistaken. It didn't go well. I think I know how to spell my middle name.

And anyways- below:

"Official" Shut Up and Knit mugs are now being offered at the Sunflowerfairy Knits Cafepress Store. Feel free to purchase one (or seven).

And in the month of April, keep an eye out on Ravelry for the new Shut Up and Knit ad. I can't wait!

Gale Saves the World.

I've been couped up in the house since Monday afternoon. My kid is still sick, he gave himself a bloody fat lip this morning, I'm cranky and overtired.



But you know what? None of it matters.



Because Gale saved the world last night by offering up her comment:



"Go get some ice cream."




My world is good again.


Since The Boy was sick yesterday I was able to plop my butt on the couch and knit. And knit. And knit. I won't complain about the lack of feeling in my wrist...but let's just say that it's noticeable.

I'm past the corrugated rib and onto the charts!

April 1st is looming.

Ps. Anyone have any idea of where I can find cheap moving boxes? The storage place offered boxes for $5.00 each! Yikes! I'd love to find a cheap alternative, if possible. Thanks!

Good and Bad.

Good: I'm thankful for the limited issues regarding yesterday's accident.
Bad: The car needs to be repaired.

Good: I have insurance, which will pay for the repair.
Bad: I have a $500. deductable.

Bad: I apologized to the guy who hit me. He never said anything back. The more I dwell on it, the angrier I get at myself. I apologize all the time and it irks me. I had no control over the situation. He hit me. I had visions of what I would have done differently- stepped on the gas to move my car out of the way (which I couldn't do because that would have put me into possible oncoming traffic), honked, yelled...anything. *Sigh*

Good: I got my first commission check from Cafepress sales.
Bad: It's going towards the deductable.

Good: I also added new items to the shop.

Bad: Jack had nightmares all night last night.
Bad: He wouldn't let me comfort him, but wouldn't let me leave the room either.
Bad: I'm 33, and shouldn't be sleeping on the floor of anyone's bedroom.
Bad: My body feels like it got hit by a Mack Truck.
Bad: I have spinning class today, but I'm not going because my kid got about 5 hours of sleep last night and is acting like a little terror. I'm waiting for his head to fly off or turn around while spitting pea soup everywhere.

Good: I love my kid even when he's a terror.

Bad: I had to rip out all 17 rows of the front of the Fair Isle vest. It was 5+ days of work. But it's my fault. I didn't re-read the directions, just started a K1P1 rib, instead of the called for K2, P2 rib. I suck. It's making this project seem like a mountain that I'm never going to summit, with the time limit looming and my wrist being a bitch.
Good: Even with the ripping, I still think it's a beautiful project.

Bad: I gained 2 pounds over the weekend.
Good: All but 4 ounces of it are gone already.

Bad: I'm still craving chocolate.
Bad: We don't have any.

Today I'm going to focus on turning all of the bads into goods. Yes, I'm overtired. Yes, I just want to go back to bed and not face today. Instead I'm going to get my self to the gym, sweat a bit, then start to deal with the crap going on.

Btw, the guy who it me works in the same building as the gym. How often do you think I'm going to bump into him?...pun not intended, of course.

ETA: The Boy's been acting "off" all morning. I thought it was lack of sleep. He wouldn't eat his lunch, which is really off. So I took his temp- 102 degrees. Ugh. Guess I'm heading to the pediatrician's instead of the gym. Craptastic!

Battle Weary

Today as The Boy and I left the gym, we were hit by another car, thanks to the driver not looking as he backed out of his space. We weren't hurt. Matter in fact, The Boy never stopped singing his "lalala" song. My car is a bit scratched up.

You know, I'm just tired. PMS is knocking on my door. I didn't work out as long as I would have liked, but had to leave anyways. This accident is the last thing I needed to deal with.

Whatever.

Anyone have any chocolate?

Still Here.

I'm not dead. I promise.

I've been trying to keep myself busy/sane by doing anything other than knitting. I mean, I'm still knitting- proven by the two photos below:

The start of the red raglan sleeve.

The start of the front of the fair isle vest.

Since I'm only knitting about an hour a day- down from 6-8 hours a day- I've been getting my house ready to be put on the market. Cleaning, organizing, and overall rearranging the entire house takes time and energy.

I've also been hanging with The Boy over at Kid City in Middletown, CT. Go if you have kids and are in the area. Not the most inexpensive place to take a kid, but fun and somewhat educational.

I attended my yearly Dropkick Murphy's show in Lowell, Ma last night with my friend Tanya. It was fun. And I found out that you can purchase Magners in a bigger, yummier pint bottle, rather than the puny long neck bottles I get here. Perhaps I wasn't exactly walking in a straight line going to the show. We had fun, the music was loud and fun.

Next year can't come soon enough.

Not much else is going on....And I like it that way.

It's a Talent, Really.

These are The Boy's socks.

I wanted to take a core class at the gym this morning, but I didn't realize how late it was getting. No problem. I gathered my things, went to put socks and shoes on us. I couldn't (and still can't)find one pair of matching socks anywhere in this house for him.

What the hell?

This photo is every sock out of his drawer, plus the ones out of the dryer.

Fourteen single socks without a partner.

Guess The Boy is going to be mis-matched today.

I can't wait for the "my mom messed me up" therapy bills to start.

Red Raglan

So in a flurry of attempting to finish things so that I can take a break from knitting, I started a new project. Makes sense, doesn't it?

Only another knitter would understand how you need to take a break so you pile on more work.

This is the top down cardigan from Cosmicpluto Knits. I'm doing it on size 10 needles and it's going super fast!

The yarn is Cascade 220, in a really, really bright red color. The photos make it look orange, but trust me- it's red.

In other news, I've set a date for myself to stop knitting. On April 1 I'm going to stop knitting for 3 weeks. My wrist is beyond hurting. It gave out on me as I was putting dishes away on Monday night, causing the plate to smash. If I was carrying The Boy? Then what? I have to rest it. Period.

I have to finish the vest for Schaefer. The back is complete. I can't work on it as often as I want. The size 4 needles make my wrist ache much quicker than larger needles do. Once I get it done, then I can take a break.

So, April 1.

Crap. That's coming up fast, isn't it?

Today

My friend Beth took the photos of me for the world to enjoy. Dorky me at the start of the race.

Close to the finish. Still smiling, so it can't all be bad, right?

The end!!

I did it!!

Wow.

I'm still in awe.

I have a life list, things I want to do before I die or get too old. This has been on the list for y-e-a-r-s.

I finished stronger than I started too. My last mile was faster than my first.

I'm so proud of myself!

Thank you for everyone who sent thoughts, love and oxygen to me!! I couldn't have done it without you. Really.

Tomorrow

Tomorrow, I might just die.

You may find on the side of the road, in a small snowbank with my mouth frozen open. You'll know it's me. Just look for the woman lying down on her back with the"Oh my god, I need more oxygen" expression etched on her face.

I'm running (ha! to even write that word is hysterical) my first 5K tomorrow.

I want to barf.

Send me speediness (and a bit of oxygen) will ya?