tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52718784296947908302024-02-18T18:56:01.808-08:00For-KNIT-able"Be happiness itself" ~BuddhaKayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-86131710888292731892011-02-07T21:31:00.000-08:002011-02-07T21:31:00.125-08:00Famous Yet?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><p$1><div><p$1><div><p$1><div><p$1><div><p$1><div><p$1><div><p$1><div align="center"><p$1><span style="color: black;"></span><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571168710254915986" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLx3RSaviugwqap6rx6HwNgebeyVNzMN69gPIT6zsv25fzLwAB0KcqXJRit7j_QbVhEqU7bp-m27pIBgqtZeWeD7BCR3ikcBONuQ1I-ziMf3XRzI_PBkX04FzGaY0QSFXfBoPGQrsmxNYZ/s320/P1010073.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />Cedar Leaf Shawlette</p$1></div><p$1><div align="center"><p$1>Pattern by: Never Not Knitting</p$1></div><p$1><div align="center"><p$1>Yarn: 50% Wool 50% Silk Locally Dyed<br />
<p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1>There is no excuse for my lack of blogging. None. So I offer you proof that I still knit. I finished weaving in the ends of this shawlette and it is one of my favorite things I have knit to date. It has great color and is so soft. It is really lovely so lovely in fact that someone already asked if they could have it. For the record I said no. </p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1>I have really thought about blogging more and more lately. I hope I will keep posting once in a while. No promises just some parting words:</p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1>JJ (husband): "You have been knitting for a while now. Are you like famous yet?"</p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1></p$1></div><p$1><div align="left"><p$1>All I could think is I better get on that.</p$1></div><p$1><div align="center"><p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1><p$1></p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></div><p$1></p$1></p$1></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-56607531463725366402009-07-23T09:59:00.001-07:002009-07-23T09:59:13.240-07:00Bed Wetter<span xmlns=''><p>Last night was one for the record books. <br /></p><ul><li>8:50pm pick up DH at train station<br /></li><li>9:30 arrive home <br /></li><li>10:30 DD wakes up and DH goes to 'calm' her<br /></li><li>10:32 DH asks for help b/c DD is on full on scream mode; DD goes downstairs upon my arrival to save the day<br /></li><li>10:45 go downstairs to get DH to come to bed<br /></li><li>11:30 DH wakes up <br /></li><li>1:30am DH wakes up – upon sitting up in bed my right hand is wet the dog got up after we were sleeping and pissed in her sleep all over our bed<br /></li><li>1:30 screaming at DH to wake up – DH "go take care of DD I will take care of this"<br /></li><li>1:35 reenter bed room to find DH sitting on bed having not moved yet – he asks me for a towel<br /></li><li>1:36 DH sets the towel on the bed and rolls over – 5 milliseconds latter I yell at him to get up and help me change the bed<br /></li><li>1:45 back into bed clean sheets and all<br /></li><li>1:46 DD wakes up<br /></li><li>1:47 DH says bring her into our bed<br /></li><li>1:50 DD wakes up for the day and is hitting me in the face and laughing<br /></li><li>3:30 get DD back to bed after we had playtime – sleep<br /></li><li>6:30 DH gets up for work and remembers his truck is at work – I will have to dive him in<br /></li></ul><p>I think last night justifies the donut that I stopped and got this morning. What do you think?</p></span>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-87081625673997535542009-03-17T09:46:00.000-07:002009-03-17T09:50:07.978-07:00AdvicePlease go read this (don't worry I will wait)<br /><br /><a href="http://girlwhoknits.wordpress.com/2009/03/12/just-a-little-friendly-advice-from-vogue/">http://girlwhoknits.wordpress.com/2009/03/12/just-a-little-friendly-advice-from-vogue/</a><br /><br />Thank god Vogue let me know. This last five months I have been having all these problems with clothes since I pushed out my kid but the solution has been right there in front of me...just loss weight. Now I am off to do just that...I better hurry I really want to fix my fitting problems.Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-64432753570373966382009-03-11T22:16:00.000-07:002009-03-11T22:21:48.528-07:00Jealous<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH9SaN7fI0FUTOYoyFICd3ZTiDO5a07cXjmH7_BZ0IfffQSSybx6qH1v3s0eykSx2P44I_Eebvdwvpt4opuNH2FXfOK4GPVjz9rCdO92NdvQ1ACeTBORT2RYxfsdfYzikcHSzsAIq4i9N/s1600-h/DSCF1444.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312166380906371282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH9SaN7fI0FUTOYoyFICd3ZTiDO5a07cXjmH7_BZ0IfffQSSybx6qH1v3s0eykSx2P44I_Eebvdwvpt4opuNH2FXfOK4GPVjz9rCdO92NdvQ1ACeTBORT2RYxfsdfYzikcHSzsAIq4i9N/s200/DSCF1444.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Your jealous and I know it. You wish you could have my neighbors and share in their March tradition of putting their Christmas tree in a garbage can. Due to this being a tradition we shun that the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">garbage</span> company does not pick up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">yard waste</span> we will just leave it there until they come and get it. They will get it eventually.</div><div>(Garbage day is Friday so the tree has been gracing our presence for six days). See I knew you were jealous.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-66611188258693511182009-03-09T11:51:00.000-07:002009-03-09T11:53:29.284-07:00DearDear Blog,<br /><br /><br />Wow has it been a year since I have taken the time to write to you. I am sure that you think I have not thought about you. That when I take a walk and a freak hailstorm hits that it does not occur to me to tell you about it. But that is just not true. You are on my mind. Whenever something happens to me I think that I should blog about it.<br /><br /><br />This past year has been a life altering one. I got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">prego</span> and then had a baby…(that is usually what that medical condition pregnancy does to you…) Did I want to tell you about my morning sickness, my cute doctor or stretch marks. Yes but I just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">couldn't</span> do it.<br /><br /><br />But it is a new year and I face this year with new vigor. I will blog. I will tell you all the embarrassing moments. I promise to do better so I can never be called a blog slacker again.<br /><br /><br />Love,<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KK</span>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-37730741613502388422008-03-06T11:10:00.001-08:002008-03-06T11:16:14.522-08:00Weekend Wrap<div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2315183334/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2265/2315183334_65c3f05668_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2315183334/">Weekend Wrap</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/forknitable/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forknitable</span></a> </span></div>As promised here is the finished wrap for myself. I really really love it.<br /><br />Project Details:<br /><br />Pattern: <a href="http://www.straw.com/cpy/patterns/scarves/pandawool-weekendr-stole.html">Weekend Lace Wrap </a>by Lisa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dykstra</span><br />Yarn: Dream in Color <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Smooshy</span> Purchased <a href="http://www.sonnyandshear.com/">here<br /></a>Color: November Muse<br /><br />Modifications: I added an extra repeat in the lace panel section to widen the wrap and added extra repeats to the length. It was a great pattern. By far this has been my most enjoyable knit yet. I really like the finished product. The color is a deeper brown than the picture. I hope that I will wear this often.<br /><br />It has taken me so long to blog about this that in the mean time I have finished another project...but is a gift so you will hear about much later...i am such a tease.<br clear="all">Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-25776300716335061512008-02-20T15:40:00.001-08:002008-02-20T15:43:09.664-08:00Book Sup 2<div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2215211538/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2360/2215211538_a95dfbdd3d_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2215211538/">80s Book</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/forknitable/">forknitable</a> </span></div>The second picture in the 80 book series.<br /><br />This lovely garment is brought to life with pastel colors really setting off the I look hot and I know it look of the model. To further accent, this knitted gem the model has large bangles (who didn't have at least one bangle in the 80's?) and a large floppy hat.<br /><br />The structure of the garment while not showing any figure is flattering for those breezy summer days. With tastefully placed venting holes (also called lace), you are sure never to become over heated. This is brought to the next level with one shoulder showing...all I can say is go get them ladies.<br /><br />FYI. I finished something so completed project coming up tomorrow.<br clear="all">Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-2334730765728671662008-02-12T10:49:00.000-08:002008-02-12T10:50:59.989-08:00Blog Slacker?<span><br />It is pet peeve Tuesday and all I have heard today is about how I am a blog slacker. All I have to say is that it is hard to write something. I find myself looking at a blank page everyday when I go to write on my blog.<br /><br />All I think is one question, who really gives a shit what I think? Why should I write anything? Do people even read this? (I know that is more then one question but they all have the same theme)<br /><br />However, today I am going to buckle under the pressures of my family and do pet peeve Tuesday. So here it is.<br /><br />Today is the day of Jerks. I really do not understand why people have to tell me the way it is going to be. (when they are trying to do something that is NOT right) Or call my boss and say I am screwing them so they can try to get a better deal?<br /><br />~Side note that this person obviously does not know me because I could not sleep at night if I felt like I gave anyone, even someone who deserved it, a raw deal. Maybe if people listened to me instead of interrupting me and telling me off then they would understand a tad bit better~<br /><br />What ever happened to kill them with kindness? If you do not have anything nice to say don’t say anything at all? I am trying to be a good person over here in my little lala world can you please just help me out.<br /><br />So no matter where you are today. In the cold, rain, sunshine or pits of hell think of me because my day has only begun. I have a meeting at one with a jerk that only stares at my chest and yells at me every time…lovely.<br /><br />So my pet peeve today is jerks that stare at my tiny chest. </span>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-46219253284421791262008-01-30T11:04:00.001-08:002008-01-30T11:04:54.970-08:0080s Book Installment one<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2214413839/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2369/2214413839_86dd47f83c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2214413839/">80s Book</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/forknitable/">forknitable</a> </span></div>Here is the wonderful 80's knitting book that I picked up at our local second hand store. When I first saw it I could not imagine why someone would give up this wonderful gift of knitting adventure. The big 80's hair and the great color schemes really call to my inner crafter to knit, knit, knit! <br /><br />Now the cover really is not that bad. The color combos are alright but it looks like a firework went off on her shirt. Weird. Then look at the hair. super cool. <br /><br />I know what you are all thinking it is mean for me to be making fun of someone's hard work. I know this book was rocking in the 80's but times change and so does fashion. If I can not look back and make fun of some seriously bad 80's clothing is there really any hope for my life? It is sad but true this brings me joy. Now you know I am shallow and we can move on.<br /><br />More tomorrow as I am still in Sunriver, OR with my in-laws and right now JJ thinks I am getting ready to go for a ski.<br clear="all" />Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-38848413046970848822008-01-29T14:25:00.001-08:002008-01-29T14:36:23.255-08:00Cowl<div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2214413555/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2412/2214413555_6cdb864d04_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2214413555/">Cowl</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/forknitable/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">forknitable</span></a> </span></div><p><br />Pattern: <a href="http://fpea.blogspot.com/2006/12/free-pattern-friday-quickie-cowl.html">Quickie Cowl</a><br />By: Fawn Pea<br />Yarn: <a href="http://yarn.com/webs/0/0/0/0-1001-1294-1323/0/0/2295/">Misti International Misti Alpaca Chunky</a><br />1 skein (109.0 Yards)<br /><br />I finished this cowl a few months ago but never posted about it. It was a complete pleasure to knit. The yarn was soft and it has a lovely halo to it. It was completed in a few short hours! I love the way that it turned out but I do not know if I will ever use it. I am just not a cowl girl. Maybe a gift for someone…more thought on that later.<br /><br />Sorry for the short post but I am in <a href="http://www.sunriver-direct.com/sr_chamber/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sunriver</span>, OR </a>with my in-laws. It is a great time! We are skiing everyday (at <a href="http://www.mtbachelor.com/winter/index.html">Mt. Bachelor</a>) and then jumping into the hot tub at night. I will write more about it later with all the stories...</p><p>By the way don't I look hot in my cowl...yeah thats right I said it. No one else would and lets be honest I am bringing it in that photo.<br clear="all"></p>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-50313861660314278092008-01-23T12:15:00.000-08:002008-01-23T12:27:16.687-08:00Retail TherapySo yesterday I had a little retail therapy. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">JJ</span> is gone for the week and his parents are flying in on Friday for a two week visit...so with him gone and people coming I have all the crap to do. So to drown my woes I went shopping.<br /><br />As it so happens a nearby store was having a sale. The store is one that has racks and racks of clothes that you have to sort through but it is worth it for the deals. So sale + Woes + <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">JJ</span> needing new work shirts = Me having a good time.<br /><br />Flash forward about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thirty</span> minutes to walking up to the checkout and a man in a black leather coat (looked like an eighties flash back) and a black <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">hoodie</span> with the hood up almost ran into me. Just for all the strange male retail shoppers out there reading this please do not have your hood up in the store because it looks like you are going to rob the place...however this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">gentleman</span> was not going to rob me he just wanted to get into line. So there we are me with my shirt and him with, you guessed it, adult male thong underwear (looked like cotton). Now I ask you if you saw someone with this particular item in their hand clutching it for all they were worth could you look away.<br /><br />To answer that question for myself it was a big NO. I had never seen an adult male that looked like a robber buying thong adult underwear; lets be real I have never seen any male buy thongs. As you may have guessed that he caught me looking and just smiled and now I am spending my day <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">behind</span> a desk laughing because I guess I always thought that that happened in bad movies and not in real life...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hehehehe</span>...Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-20353162176571892182008-01-11T20:14:00.001-08:002008-01-11T20:17:43.189-08:00North Face Scarf<div style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 10px; MARGIN-LEFT: 10px"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2173923437/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2068/2173923437_127e92e8c0_m.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="MARGIN-TOP: 0px;font-size:0;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2173923437/">North Face Scarf</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/forknitable/">forknitable</a> </span></div>So I know this is a knitting blog but there has been no knitting happening…well one word for you <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/">Ravelry</a>. The site is amazing but once I post something on that I feel like I am done. I promise to do a better job blogging about my WIP.<br />To the right is my new scarf. It is a simple pattern however it is moving slowly. It is the Midwest Moonlight Scarf by Ivy Bigelow from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Scarf-Style-Innovative-Traditional-Inspirational/dp/B000SNUO7I/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1200111394&sr=1-1">Scarf Styles</a>. I plan on wearing this scarf with my North Face jacket JJ got me last Christmas. I know it will be great. I am over 25% done however; I am starting to get scared that it is going to be short. I hope it blocks out well…we can only hope…<br />Also, my pet peeve Tuesdays have been lacking…the questions I always ask myself is why does anyone want to listen to my rants?? So 9 times out of 10 that stop me but people of blog land I have a plan. That plan is to supplement with a new idea. A book from the eighties.<br />I was in goodwill last week and I stopped by the book section to find not one but two books from the eighties. Let’s just say knitting has come a long way and now it is time to look back and wonder what were they thinking? I will take pictures and you can decide how heinous the pattern is. Now you will have to wait to see what I mean but trust me you are in for a treat.<br clear="all">Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-44598108343230899912008-01-09T10:21:00.001-08:002008-01-09T10:21:16.849-08:00Yarn Yarn and more Yarn<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2173917977/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2232/2173917977_1d05d972ca_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/forknitable/2173917977/">Yarn Stash</a> <br /> Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/forknitable/">forknitable</a> </span></div>Last weekend I was trying to put into action my resolutions, one of which is to organize and purge my house. This started with the most fun project organizing my yarn. I had yarn all over the house in bags, boxes and baskets. So I went to Target got some shelves and a few hours later you have a realization that you have a lot of yarn.<br />Please note that I have just started knitting less than a year ago and I now I have a stash<br />Now I know that this is not a lot of yarn compared to some but this is less than 12 months worth of stashing. When I started knitting I thought that there was no way I would be a stasher and look at me now...and I am not turning back. I love to get yarn. I love the freedom of going to my closet when I want to start a new project and pick from my selection. It is seriously the best ever and now it is pretty...<br /><br />On a related note per a suggestion by one of my very lovely sisters, I will be touching on my new years resolutions throughout the year...fun fun fun. So you can keep me accountable.<br clear="all" />Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-14541723971632872062008-01-06T21:39:00.000-08:002008-01-06T21:42:34.630-08:00Happy 2008Happy 2008…<br />I hope everyone had a wonderful New Year. I have to reflect so please bear with me. I tried to end my last night in 2007 at nine thirty. I went skiing the next day and knew we had to be up early and I had hit to the hay. As I tried to sleep one of my lovely neighbors decided it would be a great night to light off fireworks. If you are reading this inconsiderate neighbor hear me now… not everyone wants to par take in your good time. This is not the first time this has happened either and the next time I will not lay in bed cursing you out next time I will get up and watch TV and curse you out…so there.<br /><br />But now it is 2008 and what would a New Year be without a few resolutions?<br /><br />1. Knit more. I feel into love with knitting this year as a past time and as a way to create something from my hands. I hope the coming year my love for the craft grows and I become more technically equip<br /><br />2. I will organize and purge my house…if you don’t believe me wait until tomorrows post…<br /><br />3. When I am on long flights (aka on the runway waiting for an extra hour) I will asked to be moved if the person in front of my, a lovely normal looking older lady, has silent but deadly farts that it seems like only you can smell and you are subsequently stuck in a personal hell. (If you are shaking your head the same thing happened on the way back but it was a normal looking young man)<br /><br />4. Let Jeff call the cops the next time the neighbor light fireworks in the middle of the night<br /><br />5. Take more pictures (if you read this blog you will understand this I always forget to take pictures. It is a flaw)<br /><br />6. Lastly, to be kind to others that are unkind to me…someone may have to remind me of this one in the coming year<br /><br />I would love to hear about your resolutions…leave a comment and tell me all about it!!Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-38944653293257817112007-12-17T14:15:00.000-08:002007-12-17T14:20:45.973-08:00A liitle something about me and ChistmasThis has been making <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">arounds</span> so I thought I would jump on the bandwagon.<br /><br />Christmas Meme<br /><strong>1.</strong> <strong>Wrapping paper or gift bags?</strong> Wrapping paper. I really love being able to pick out paper once a year and wrap presents. Besides if the presents I received came in bags I would be very disappointed that there was no ripping or tearing involved. (and we all know how I can pout)<br /><strong>2.</strong> <strong>Real or artificial tree?</strong> Well if you ask the hubby it would be a real tree. As for me we have had a real tree for the last two years and I find them annoying. The only plus is that they smell good other than that they poke you, you have to remember it needs water, it makes a mess and then after the season you have to get rid of the thing. I am an artificial tree all the way and it would be a plus if it is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">prelit</span>.<br /><strong>3. When do you put up the tree?</strong> Usually we put it up about two weeks before Christmas however this year we have no tree so we did not put it up…<br /><strong>4. When do you take it down?</strong> Right after Christmas before New years. We usually have an extra day off and out with the Christmas <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">décor</span> littering the house. (if anyone knows my husband they would be shaking their heads here)<br /><strong>5. Do you like eggnog?</strong> Sick. Seriously I know that this stuff can get you hammered and that may be a lot of people highlight to the family Christmas get together but for me pass the hot coco.<br /><strong>6. Favorite gift received as a child?</strong> Wow this is a hard one. I do not know which one is my favorite but I will tell you about one of the best feelings I had. I remember one Christmas when I was little that we all got up and opened our stockings. After waiting hours, well what seemed like hours, for our parents to get up we handed out gifts. This year my mom decided that we should take turns opening presents, one person and one present at a time. Now there are four girls in our family and it was hard for me to wait because as a little girl I was selfish and wanted to open my presents. So there I was waiting for my sis Kristina to open her gift and decided, hey my moms back is turned I could get away with opening a present…so I went for it. I tore open a package (she did not turn around but now I know she knew what I was doing). I think it was a care bear pillow, it was happening fifteen years ago. (my sis Brenda got a matching one). I was never so excited and I wanted to jump up and down and scream ‘look at what I got…the best present ever’. But wait I could not do that I had to wait for my turn or suffer the wraith of my mother for opening up a present early…I remember that thirty seconds as an eternity but the longer I waited the happier I got. It was the best feeling about Christmas when I was little. I was and am so happy, so thankful and so lucky.<br /> <strong>7. Do you have a nativity scene? </strong>Yes. My mommy got it for me when I got married. I love it.<br /><strong>8. Hardest person to buy for?</strong> My sister Joanna. I really love her but every time I have been shopping with her for the past eight years she only buys for her kids. Now don’t get me wrong this is great so I know what they want but as it comes time to get her something I never know what she would like because I have not seen the women buy something for herself in eight years…this is a problem.<br /><strong>9. Easiest person to buy for?</strong> My sisters Kristina and Brenda. Could do it with my eyes closed and hands tied behind my back.<br /><strong>10. Worst Christmas present you ever got?</strong> I remember my grandmother got me this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">pj</span> set that was slash <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">pjs</span>/dress. When I opened it, I thought she had gotten me a navy and white plaid dress…hated it. But later my mom explained it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pjs</span> then I loved it…<br /><strong>11. Mail or email Christmas cards?</strong> I mail all my Christmas cards. I only send them to my immediate family though.<br /><strong>12. Favorite Christmas movie?</strong> Don’t have one<br /><strong>13. When do you start shopping for Christmas?</strong> In October or before if there is a good sale. I am my mothers daughter.<br /><strong>14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?</strong> Never<br /><strong>15. Favorite thing to eat on Christmas?</strong> This year it will be everything since I am going to be home for Christmas. I think my favorite thing is dumplings. yummy.<br /><strong>16. Clear lights or colored on the tree? </strong>Clear. I think colored is tacky unless done all out. I really prefer my moms classic glass tree filled with beautiful ornaments.<br /><strong>17. Favorite Christmas song?</strong> ???<br /><strong>18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?</strong> I like to travel to be with the family but the last two years we elected to stay home. This year I am bring back the traveling baby and I am excited about it.<br /><strong>19. Can you name all of Santa’s Reindeer?</strong> Shit no.<br /><strong>20. Angel or star on top of tree?</strong> Star<br /><strong>21. Open presents Christmas Eve or morning?</strong> Morning for sure. I like going to sleep the night before with anticipation and then waking up to opening up presents. It is a blast and so much fun to see all the kids opening them…<br /><strong>22. Most annoying thing this time of year?</strong> Christmas music. I honestly like listening to it but it gets a bit much when you start to hear it in every store and every station starting in November.<br /><strong>23. Do you decorate your tree in any theme or color?</strong> Nope…I am still too young to have enough to make a theme.<br /><strong>24. What do you leave for Santa?</strong> Coal.Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-34647833743615503272007-12-09T23:46:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:15:29.834-08:00Toilet<div>So I know that I have missed Pet Peeve Tuesday well for a month. I have had pet peeves come and go but just so you know that I had one of those moments this last month that made me really know in my heart that men and women are very different people.</div><div></div><br /><div>Let me set the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">scene</span> for you. As a favor for my hubby I went 'hunting' with him. (I did get to do a lot of knitting, so it was not all bad). This hunting involved getting up at three am and getting into the truck and driving to the lookout. This was super fun. Also included was three days of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">whispering</span> because the Elk can hear us. By the way the Elk are at least five hundred yards away.</div><div></div><br /><div>So all that hunting stuff is so much fun but living in the camp is really special. It is like a hotel. There are fires and two campers. We sleep in a 1970's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pop up</span> trailer. I am feeling special. But I should not complain because they built me a toilet. </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3y1LGNybPVvduYg3oxGoSqlMgJlhfBjXxu5xKGrIeMkJ1I3ot4781ovtmxamEEJBIE-ihK9le_jjCK0R-1XFQMCp6ECEFf7ZWeC_YylouTSJvbXB6Yn9D8xASo2sM46KRLMgNhabzA0ht/s1600-h/DSCF0294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142792966382319666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3y1LGNybPVvduYg3oxGoSqlMgJlhfBjXxu5xKGrIeMkJ1I3ot4781ovtmxamEEJBIE-ihK9le_jjCK0R-1XFQMCp6ECEFf7ZWeC_YylouTSJvbXB6Yn9D8xASo2sM46KRLMgNhabzA0ht/s320/DSCF0294.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div>Let me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">describe</span> this luxury in the great outdoors. It is basically a ply wood box with a hole cut in the top. Although they said they built it for me they have been camping there for years and it is about seven years old. But like any good women does when nature started <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">calling</span> I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">grabbed</span> my husband hiked up my skirt and went down to go pee. As my husband held the light and I did my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">business</span> I said "Do you know what I am really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">scared</span> of at this moment" (please take a sec and look into my mind...I was thinking a splinter) He says (as I am still on the pot) "Spiders? Small rodents? Birds?...how about the whole thing collapsing and falling into the hole?" Lets just say I have never went so fast in all my life.</div><div></div><br /><div>So lets fast forward three days into the future. I have basically held my business at much as possible and was looking forward to being able to go home. Well as we are at our last meal, lunch, before we set off into the sunset. We shared camp with some nice men from the coast of Oregon. As one of the older men in camp look at me and says I saw you going down to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">toilet</span> this morning...(followed by some dirty jokes). His son looks at me and said "You use the old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">porta-</span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">potty </span>in the woods?" I said "Where else am I going to go?" He concludes with "Well the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">toilet</span> in our camper. All the girls go in there and there is a shower too." This may be the only time in my life I have been close to murder.</div><div></div><br /><div>After three days with no shower having to shit outside in the woods when I could have used an indoor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">toilet</span> I came to the moment of the Pet peeve.</div><div></div><br /><div>I really gets to me when people assume you know something that you could never know. Really if I knew there even was a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">toilet</span> in that camper the three days prior why in the world would I have been going outside?</div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-80787674008349798922007-12-05T10:47:00.000-08:002008-12-08T21:15:29.998-08:00A month<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwk3cWE8zbUKioxq6RtsUVMYBBIvUgFpmpRcbgkFKq0U4pI4oQM5e7evYyLQZ463QVK_Z5toq9iepQdjmi57-5JuGIHKIn2o_cdn7_AToxjOMhACcEK9S819rkochWC4zlfqarhSZvv2L/s1600-h/Moive+Glasses.jpg"></a><br /><div>Wow it has been a month since I last posted. I don't know if I am cut out for being a blogger. I will try harder. (maybe that should be my new years resolution).</div><br /><div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Any who</span> I know you are all wanting to know what I am working one. I have a few projects that just needed to be blocked and they will be ready for pictures. However, I am working very hard on Christmas knitting. I am only knitting one thing but it is taking an eternity to finish. </div><div></div><br /><div>Well lets get onto the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">embarrassing</span> story because since you all know me there is at least one a week. But today I feel confident enough to tell you because I am looking good. (as good as an over weight 24 year old can look)</div><div></div><br /><div>So this past weekend Jeff and I went to the movies. Not the dollar movies mind you we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sprang</span> (like kangaroos) for the real movies. Not only did we go to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">real</span> movies we went to the show that was offered in 3-D (five dollars extra). Lets just say we went all out. (except the old husband would not let me get butter on the popcorn...one day I will brake him it is just a matter of time). </div><div></div><br /><div>This is the first time I have been to 3-D. Well not really true I did go to a 3-D movie when I was seven in Disney but I cannot remember (Am I turning into Joanna, the sister that has no <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">memories</span> from our childhood?) so it is like it never happened. So there I am ready to see this movie and my husband hands me the glasses...</div><div></div><br /><div>Sidebar I would like to believe that I am not a vain person. But you see I wear glasses and try to look good but if I look like crap I accept it and move on. So that being said lets get back to the story.</div><div></div><br /><div>The theater is dark. I rip open the package and pull out the biggest set of glasses that I have ever seen. Now I have to put these wonderful things over my regular glasses. I cringe at what I looked like. Due to my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">curiosity</span> I had to find out so this morning I took a picture of myself just so you could laugh at me, oh wait I mean with me...</div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fwTcNuWJqJ8iXxafrP-zA8lWBQWMWPDjjMl_TfeXtMuI2c6NJcrkZw-2hWoy4-tDBrP2SCuDezcSqj5C0iYDcHYPVYH5UOqZ1v-RcbwjkWVNXLvmKm2m-HgAFzdyb9gRFEsR5GNhDqg4/s1600-h/DSCF0302.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142247252132657154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fwTcNuWJqJ8iXxafrP-zA8lWBQWMWPDjjMl_TfeXtMuI2c6NJcrkZw-2hWoy4-tDBrP2SCuDezcSqj5C0iYDcHYPVYH5UOqZ1v-RcbwjkWVNXLvmKm2m-HgAFzdyb9gRFEsR5GNhDqg4/s320/DSCF0302.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-47416878170414787732007-11-07T10:13:00.000-08:002007-11-07T10:33:27.100-08:00Another night in the fogI find the fog <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fascinating</span>. Last night at about 10pm I was letting the doggies out and as I stepped outside my house I step into a blanket of fog. I do not know about you but before I moved to Oregon I had never been in thick fog before. So I called to Jeff in an impatient voice to get him to come outside (he may have thought it was an emergency but what is a girl going to do if she needs him to get off the couch and out the door)<br /><br />As he comes outside I am moving (I would call it dancing except I do not know how to dance). I think I may have frightened my neighbors but it was a moment in my life where I just wanted to be a kid again and 'dance' in the fog...it really was wonderful. I love being able to let go every now and then.<br /><br />---<br /><br />So I am going to take a moment to explain my recent blog slacking. I know that for a whole week I did not post. I am sorry world. (only about four people read this so sorry four people) but what do you write about day in and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">day out</span>.<br /><br />I really have nothing to tell you all. I am a bit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">quirky</span>, I would say <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lovable</span> but my life is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">boring</span>. I sit behind a big desk everyday and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">unfortunately</span> work. (well to be truthful it is not big but it is mine so I am happy about that) I will try to be better and post more often even if it is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gibberish</span> like the fog story above. That did happen but really did you even want to know that I was excited about the fog last night? No it most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">likely</span> just turned me into a bigger dork in your eyes but that is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">OK</span>...because I think I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">OK</span> with that.<br /><br />--<br /><br />I have been knitting although there is not much to report. Last week I started about ten projects and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">frogged</span> them all. It seemed like nothing was coming together for me. I want to knit so many different things that it is hampering what I am currently working on. I hope to have pictures for you this week. I started on a new scarf (imagine that) and I am currently stuck on the socks. I am going to get help tomorrow at the Knit Shop so I should be able to get on my way...<br /><br />I hope you have a great Wednesday filled with fog dancing (a new trend) and no mean retirees...Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-15552852989538628092007-11-06T11:21:00.000-08:002007-11-06T13:31:21.667-08:00Mean RetireesHello it is that special day again...Pet Peeve Tuesday....<br /><br />So this morning I took a short trip down to the local Costco. The only other people that are able to shop at ten am on a Tuesday are Retirees. Now in my option you have two types of these people. Type A is the nice grandma/grandpa retire. Always nice with a smile on their face and nothing but time on their hands. (type A is my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">favorite</span>). Or you have type B. Type B would be the mean old people who are mad at the world and think that it is your fault they are still alive. (this would be the ones I do not like).<br /><br />So I have found through several experiences that all old people turn into Type B when they enter through Costco doors. It is an amazing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">phenomenon</span>.<br /><br />There I was with a heavy cart and trying to make my half an hour dead line...the retirees cut and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">zag</span>...almost run you and your cart over. Then they get in front of you in line and are slow slow slow. Let just say that although I made my half an hour time line I may have had to take down a grandma or two...<br /><br />So my pet peeve is old people who are mean in stores...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">seriously</span> is it that hard to be nice and not have to almost kill me?Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-16992767198400339062007-10-26T12:53:00.001-07:002008-12-08T21:15:30.200-08:00Friday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmls6JAv0v9doYNEmnU-Osl2ZCuDeFRAyJeDZPQZJUbfroURh_QWDEdk5ZoYjKzWQ6xRPfZExrHanoc9LSWgyCm-1_w4ugOALUVdwnDa6N5cfmHmnvCmuiGtUq9MGzD35V5fGgHDC0cW2Z/s1600-h/DSCF0262(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125736221947726226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmls6JAv0v9doYNEmnU-Osl2ZCuDeFRAyJeDZPQZJUbfroURh_QWDEdk5ZoYjKzWQ6xRPfZExrHanoc9LSWgyCm-1_w4ugOALUVdwnDa6N5cfmHmnvCmuiGtUq9MGzD35V5fGgHDC0cW2Z/s320/DSCF0262(1).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Its Friday!! I am so happy every week when this day rolls around. It is my $3.25 coffee day from my favorite place Midtown. It is one of the best secrets in Eugene and has the best coffee I have tasted in my life.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So now that the coffee is in my tummy it is seven long days until I taste that heaven again...until then.</div><div> </div><div>I hope everyone has a good weekend. It is my favorite time of year here and I am looking forward to a nice long hike. I will try to remember to take the camera (which has not happened yet). </div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-5347551149980897322007-10-25T15:04:00.001-07:002008-12-08T21:15:30.317-08:00Dad's Sock Update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXqcE1EQcWUzwenb6Ul2_wx7Seu_0ZwugkLOdYQsSKq9SleMNbmOSF2mALfa8eg7rYMAhSxsa1A9wdc84w1N_Ql3pRH1I6gPLzH8YWQpN3Y4JJp20aCEw-rX0bwVW8b4-3QhrRZvhyRGT/s1600-h/DSCF0194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125398933871004034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsXqcE1EQcWUzwenb6Ul2_wx7Seu_0ZwugkLOdYQsSKq9SleMNbmOSF2mALfa8eg7rYMAhSxsa1A9wdc84w1N_Ql3pRH1I6gPLzH8YWQpN3Y4JJp20aCEw-rX0bwVW8b4-3QhrRZvhyRGT/s320/DSCF0194.JPG" border="0" /></a>These are dad's socks for his birthday in less then one week. I do not think that they will be done. As these are my frist socks they are slow going but they are growing everyday. I will have them done before I come home for Christmas...well I hope I will have them done before Christmas.Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-73017876053558169362007-10-24T14:18:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:15:30.841-08:00Look at my Skis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8In8Mk1K3dA4rVEXGf84dKLdNx8s4Ocf7dogt_lwZsHBAcDh_QTG8MTdPriwcdnaUFabiE4fYDqvXEHXSwkDPPaOOMTNI-tR9JP82mYtQGDPLUkiHGqbmDQQQpzfM7K25aXLRstO0ZiV0/s1600-h/DSCF0183.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125016527969413490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8In8Mk1K3dA4rVEXGf84dKLdNx8s4Ocf7dogt_lwZsHBAcDh_QTG8MTdPriwcdnaUFabiE4fYDqvXEHXSwkDPPaOOMTNI-tR9JP82mYtQGDPLUkiHGqbmDQQQpzfM7K25aXLRstO0ZiV0/s320/DSCF0183.JPG" border="0" /></a> My Skis are here. My skis are here. My skis are here...I love them and now cannot wait until the snow comes.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42I4_C5jcPiwwdQ4QBui4VWvSautMiDFV37HGI2MgkPHKRhV17FQYDPDTLS346vEz8k5r_YwvSgqFoCfFJ9QE6m5ddWusPV6mmpXmlR4BxNPjg3VGfaO52pD4srMtKzCW_Nu10FaTKxiC/s1600-h/DSCF0182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125016094177716578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42I4_C5jcPiwwdQ4QBui4VWvSautMiDFV37HGI2MgkPHKRhV17FQYDPDTLS346vEz8k5r_YwvSgqFoCfFJ9QE6m5ddWusPV6mmpXmlR4BxNPjg3VGfaO52pD4srMtKzCW_Nu10FaTKxiC/s320/DSCF0182.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So we are going to get ski lessons so I can keep up with Brenda on the slops. (We all know she leaves people that cannot keep up).<br /><br /><div>And just in case you were wondering my boots are gray and my poles are gray also. A girl has to match. See you on the slopes. I will be the one tumbling down the hill :)</div></div>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-78854704129056337742007-10-23T10:42:00.000-07:002007-10-23T10:57:49.027-07:00Pet Peeve TuesdayI am here by installing a Pet Peeve Tuesday. Why Tuesday you ask. Well I have just settled in my work week and have a four day <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">stretch</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">in front</span> of me until the weekend and this is the point where all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">annoyances</span> of the world come and bit me in the butt...so what was it this morning? I am glad that you asked.<br /><br />On my way to work every morning I listen to the radio. Now I listen for the music not the crappy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">dj's</span> (but that is for another Tuesday). So there I was singing and dancing in the car when a new song came on. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grooving</span> to the music when I hear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sirens</span>. Now I think I am being pulled over due to the fact that I may drive <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sporadically</span> when dancing and singing to the music so I slow down, look in all the mirrors waiting for the cop to pull me over and bust me. Then suddenly the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sirens</span> fade and I realize that it was in the music.<br /><br />Why or why do you musicians put <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sirens</span> in your music? It gives us 'normal' folk a small <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">heartache</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">every time</span> we hear your song. I know you are just expressing yourself through the art of mustic but I just don't want to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">freak out</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">every time</span> your song comes on the radio so please stop putting them in the background.<br /><br />Now you may be saying to yourself, Kayla, you have to just remember that there is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">sirens</span> in that song after hearing it about five hundred times on the radio. But I tell you now that no matter how many times that I hear a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">particular</span> song I never ever remember that it has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">sirens</span> in the background. So maybe it is just me but now it is another one of my pet peeves.Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-86647411791212587882007-10-17T12:26:00.000-07:002007-10-17T12:33:48.771-07:00JealousSo those of you out there who think I lead a charmed life, I am speaking to the three people who read this blog, you may have to rethink your position.<br /><br />Although I live in the wonderful state of Oregon, have a great job and am a fabulous knitter the world turned on me yesterday. I know it is hard to believe but on thing after another is turning to poo. It all started with my dogs, both of them, deciding yesterday evening that life would not be complete without a good roll in dead deer. Now I know what you are thinking wow that smell must have been horrible and you would be right. I have never smelt something that vial in...forever.<br /><br />You will be glad to know that we did wash them and they smell like man soap. (sorry that is all we had) and after washing anything they may have touched the smell is gone...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yippee!!</span>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5271878429694790830.post-17461872311936918112007-10-15T22:38:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:15:31.009-08:00Hammer Time<div align="left">So growing up my dad had these gloves...he called them hammer gloves. Whenever he had them on he said it was hammer time. I know it sounds silly but it always made me smile. (and in case you were wondering he was still doing it when I was 15 so it was a long standing joke)...<br />The gloves themselves were leather with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">finger </span>tips cut off. Now it might not have been the most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fashionable</span> article of clothing he owned but for some reason I will always remember the hammer gloves.<br />So when it came into fashion to have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mitts</span> (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fingerless</span> gloves for you who do not know) I had to knit them and tonight I finished my first one. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqAuvqMDq3u08wegMO5JN_H5FsbH3uiibonxjFlhhRaXnoRXrLxSMSbmaHHxv_KREtb7gGuiBWaMN67aTsG-dt6sYvgtSbKbBlYt95YJnmZC68Gs8eiTjTJWQM7AKpak6N7limQURRniE/s1600-h/DSCF0172.JPG"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121811146631768386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFqAuvqMDq3u08wegMO5JN_H5FsbH3uiibonxjFlhhRaXnoRXrLxSMSbmaHHxv_KREtb7gGuiBWaMN67aTsG-dt6sYvgtSbKbBlYt95YJnmZC68Gs8eiTjTJWQM7AKpak6N7limQURRniE/s320/DSCF0172.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Pattern: Fingerless <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Garter mitts</span> from<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Skein-Quick-Projects-Crochet/dp/1931499748/ref=sr_1_12/102-1946435-9830509?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1192513760&sr=1-12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Oneskein</span> </a>by: Leigh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Radford</span><br />Yarn: Natures Palette</p><p>Please ignore my man hands. Yes that is right I have man hands and I am sensitive about it. I know it would not seem like that with me posting this for the world to see but there it is...my hands are so big that I had to adjust the patten to fit my man hands...why I do not have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">dainty</span> fingers I will never know. I will always envy you people with little fingers...<br />The only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">complaint</span> is because I am a new knitter (only a few months now) it is not a perfect fit. In the future I will adjust my adjustments for fewer rows so they are a tad tighter but since that is the only thing that went wrong who can complain.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Any who</span> moving on. I really love these. I love them so much that I am typing with one on right now (because I only have one done)...well I am off to cash on its mate so I can fulfill my childhood dreams of having my very own pair of hammer gloves (pink of course)<br /></p>Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13944811549268217170noreply@blogger.com3