November 29th, 2008 | No Comments »

I’m thankful this year to have some time to do exactly what I want. Which was nothing. After the whirlwind of the Florida Krolls, I laid low, very low, I limbo rocked my way through Thanksgiving. I saw Twilight and indulged my inner teenager, it was very good. I did get to see Ted and Mindy, a brief gathering but a fun one! We played 80’s Edition Trivial Pursuit and discovered we weren’t old enough in the 80’s to remember current events with any clarity.

I finished this:

The Baby Yoda Sweater for baby Nevin. I can’t wait to gift it so I’ll probably mail it to mama.

I’ve been working on finishing Gigi, the bane of my existence. I had done the shoulders wrong and had to wrip and reknit them… again. I’m so over it…

November 23rd, 2008 | 2 Comments »

I snuck away if only for a moment… but even in my sneaky place (a.k.a my grandpa’s computer with the RIDICULOUSLY large screen and typeface) I can not avert attention. I am here. With my dad, my stepmom, my grandma, my grandpa, my auntie, and my uncle and my other auntie. I am maxed out with some Krollsteins. And Liquor. For reals. The only peace I get is the 2 mile walk I take every morning that is an absolute necessity because of all of the eating. The FOOD, you guys, I can’t even begin to describe it. I would try but the last time I did something greasy in this keyboard knocked out half a paragraph, so I won’t even attempt to remember what I said. It is bliss. Liquid, spicy, squooshy bliss and the backspace key is locked up with only what can be described as some exquisite residue from one of Dida’s former meals.

Okay, ew.

I forgot my camera, which sucks. I’m supposed to obtain some great pictures from my stepmom, so that is a relief. In this mix is a picture of an impossibly small dog (Puchacho) some impossibly drunk relatives (yes, I come by it honest) and photographic evidence of the moment where I somehow started a story about something tragic and scientific and tried to stop but was coerced into finishing and somehow said the word “erection” in front of my grandmother– as well as the look on both of our faces.

Update:

I suppose I have to elaborate on that later. If I even can do it justice, I must. I have enough material to last this blog a long, long, long time.

Tomorrow we’re going to the BEACH! Flagler? Daytona? I care not, I’m squooshing some sand in my toes and I can’t wait! Have a bitchin’ week and a Happy Thanksgiving y’all!

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November 24th, 2007 | 2 Comments »

I know it is quite the ambitious title for a post, but I have a lot to catch up on. Last weekend we went to see the Police in concert on Saturday and then Blue Man Group on Sunday. That is a lot of concerts. That is a lot of concerts for a girl that has a pretty strict bedtime. So, of course, on Monday I woke up with a cold (I consistently get sick when I get tired) but it was totally worth it. I got to see Sting, up close. Our tickets were for right behind the stage, but it was so much better than being in front of the stage and far, far, far, away. I swear he smiled at me, and I screamed my head off. It was awesome.

Here we are at the Police (that is me and Jeff, of course, with my mom and stepdad.)

I had seen Blue Man once before, and let me tell you, the show is an amazing experience. This time we were up front and it did not disappoint. The band that plays with Blue Man is phenomenal. Really, I don’t know if people realize what an amazing group of musicians they have backing them. Again, I jumped around, acted a fool, and quite enjoyed myself.

This year, we decided to do a low-key Thanksgiving (i.e. not to spend all day in the car going from place to place and stuffing ourselves silly.) We went to my Dad’s in Stone Mountain and just watched T.V., ate, took a little nap and had a pretty wonderful day. I made Paula Deen’s Sweet Potato Balls and they kind of flopped. You see, the mashed sweet potatoes were wrapped around a marshmallow, which I did the night before so I suppose that my marshmallows must have just dissolved or something, because they sure as heck didn’t ooze out of the balls like they did on Paula’s plate (Oh well.)

Then on Friday, Jeff, Ted and I went to Watkinsville to an artist’s open house. There were potters, jewelers and the main draw (for me) was Loretta Eby, glass blower. I met her at work, we sell some of her ornaments and things and she is one of the most entertaining people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. Every Thanksgiving, they have an open house the weekend after the holiday. What better way to spend “Black Friday” than to watch a glass blowing demonstration? I was in awe. We bought some things for gifts (and she personalized them for us.) It was an awesome trip and well worth the hour drive.

So, now I’m full, happy, tired. I dyed my wayward gray patch (yeah that was me) and baked some ginger snaps so the house smells fantastic, and I think, I daresay, I might just be starting to feel that holiday spirit! Just let me get through the next week or two at work and I’ll be golden!

Oh, another finished object- a hat for my friend Les. I learned a wonderful technique, the duplicate stitch, it beats the hell out of intarsia any old day!