Hi gang! Yep, it's Monday. I've been told there is supposed to be a post today. One sec...phone...
I'm back. Ok so we had a really, really laid back weekend this weekend. There was very little cleaning, very little of anything but gaming, couch cuddles and a bit of laundry to tide us over for the week. The most complicated thing I fixed food wise was a bit of beef stroganoff yesterday and some grilled cheese sandwiches on Saturday. One sec.....phone...
Back again. Where was I? Oh yeah, lazy weekend. I think last weekend was just soooo crazy we needed one to recover from it. Good thing too, because work today? Nuts. We had a conference call today at 2 pm. It covered all 4 location. Windsor, Ct., College Station, Tx, Boulder Co., and Bothell Wa. Nobody made one mention of time zone. Every one of us showed up at 2 pm. Our time. Ya'll, this was the longest conference call in history. We missed it by an hour. So we had a small impromptu one. By the time we got done, the Boulder folks were on. The Bothell people are still on it. I bet next time Windsor states the time zone for this sort of thing. Crap...phone....
Ok, where was I? Oh yeah, today? Today is crazy day at work for some reason. It's just...busy. Insane. Anyway, I've begun to notice a trend here at Casa de la Stalker. I've had a few picture of yarn aquisitions, but ummm....not a lot of yarn "content." I'm not working on anything again. Oh I have projects going, but that's so not the same as working on them. This is supposed to be about stalking and crocheting and knitting....and it's not. I mean granted, it's my blog and I can do whatever the hell.....damn phone...
Whatever the hell I want with it but I really do owe you guys some good old fashioned yarny goodness with projects and such. I'll get on that. In the meantime, the phone is ringing. Again.
Living vicariously through others with grace and elegance. Okay, no, I'm actually trying to find my own life by stalking the shit out of it!
Monday, February 27, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Hard act to follow. Also known as rambling.
How in the world do you follow up after posting a panty girdle? Y'all, I put panties on my blog. Now what's left to talk about? Ummm....well...oh I know! I had a brave moment last night and went back in the box of horrors (Yes, I threw out the panties. You guys are sick) and I contemplated the bag of yarn intestines. Then I opened the bag. No smell. Good sign, that. So I very tentatively reached in and touched the yarn guts. Oh. My. Goodness. I cannot describe how soft and silky it is. I want sheets made of this stuff. Actually I want a long dress made of it and then to slip it on after a nice exfoliating shower where the legs have been shaved and to walk along and have it rub against my skin. Yeah, it's that good. It's sex yarn.
What do I do with this stuff?? Do I leave it white and once I use it hide it somewhere it will never get dirty? Do I take a small sample and see if I can dye it a satisfactory color and make myself something with it? Does anyone have a clue as to what this stuff could be??? It's like silk. It's jumbled in that bag but not knotted or frayed. A clue? Anyone?
So I went yesterday to get my passport for the cruise cuz you need one now to go that far south into Mexico. I went on my lunch break because I live in a small town. They wouldn't be busy. Nobody goes anywhere. Ri-iight. Two hours folks. That's 2. Hours. Sitting there. And since I was coming from work, did I have any yarn with me? NO! I did not! I had to sit there like a lump and smile at the nice lady with the screaming child like I didn't mind the screaming and there was no yarny goodness to be had. I didn't even have a book. I felt really stupid. It says something when you feel stupid because you're NOT crocheting in public, y'all.
Thanks to all of you who sent well wishes for the boy. He is feeling much better but now gets in trouble if I think he's breathing wrong. He now growls at me when I go to pick him up. If I see him trying to get on the couch, I tell him "No, sir." Then I go and pick him up by his front and back to put him lovingly on the sofa. The entire time he is smiling and growling in gratitude for helping him. I know he is. He loves his momma for taking such good care of him. He loves me so much right now, he is nice and stays out from under my feet by hanging out with Daddy all day. He's so considerate he doesn't even come to me when I call him and offer treats.
He also gratefully growls at me and shows me his pretty smile when I get out the peanut butter. See, his meds have to be taken with food, and if I roll the pills up in peanut butter, he doesn't spit them out. And of course, I went and got him organic peanut butter. The hubby gets Kroger brand. Nothing but the best for Boy though. I have a wonderful sense of priority. Anyway, to get him to take the peanut butter, I have to gently pry his mouth open and rub it on his tongue then quickly remove my fingers before he bites them in his zealousness to get to the yummy peanut butter. Then he gazes at me with love and makes appreciative noises that only SOUND like growling while he takes his medicine. I've had to remind him lately that kisses don't involve teeth, but he's such an affectionate little bugger.
I've been reading a lot lately and I highly recommend The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger and Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden. Both of them very nice reads. But then, I read a variety of things and use books as my escape from reality. My ultimate brain candy series is the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series, by Laurell K. Hamilton. Y'all, I really like her stuff. Not because it's deep or cause me to rethink my life or anything like that. I don't read books to better myself. Pffft. I read because I have an over active imagination and this gives it some place to burn off. Also, don't talk to me if I am reading. I will bite your face. It's not pretty. If you have to get my attention, bring a brass band and then run away until I finish the section. But yeah. Laurell K. Hamilton is my not-so-secret-any-longer vice. The books get a bit....umm...racy, but not in a Harlequin romance sort of way. Ugh. I really don't want to read about how he was pulsing and she was heaving and there might have been throbbing involved. And it's not that I mind a good sex scene in a book, but let's call a spade a spade and not a "moisture missile" or "throbbing python of love." Please? Can we NOT call them that?
Well, enough rambling. Now that I've broken your brains and horrified with my choice of questionable literature *snerk*, I'll end this silliness and call it a day.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
What do I do with this stuff?? Do I leave it white and once I use it hide it somewhere it will never get dirty? Do I take a small sample and see if I can dye it a satisfactory color and make myself something with it? Does anyone have a clue as to what this stuff could be??? It's like silk. It's jumbled in that bag but not knotted or frayed. A clue? Anyone?
So I went yesterday to get my passport for the cruise cuz you need one now to go that far south into Mexico. I went on my lunch break because I live in a small town. They wouldn't be busy. Nobody goes anywhere. Ri-iight. Two hours folks. That's 2. Hours. Sitting there. And since I was coming from work, did I have any yarn with me? NO! I did not! I had to sit there like a lump and smile at the nice lady with the screaming child like I didn't mind the screaming and there was no yarny goodness to be had. I didn't even have a book. I felt really stupid. It says something when you feel stupid because you're NOT crocheting in public, y'all.
Thanks to all of you who sent well wishes for the boy. He is feeling much better but now gets in trouble if I think he's breathing wrong. He now growls at me when I go to pick him up. If I see him trying to get on the couch, I tell him "No, sir." Then I go and pick him up by his front and back to put him lovingly on the sofa. The entire time he is smiling and growling in gratitude for helping him. I know he is. He loves his momma for taking such good care of him. He loves me so much right now, he is nice and stays out from under my feet by hanging out with Daddy all day. He's so considerate he doesn't even come to me when I call him and offer treats.
He also gratefully growls at me and shows me his pretty smile when I get out the peanut butter. See, his meds have to be taken with food, and if I roll the pills up in peanut butter, he doesn't spit them out. And of course, I went and got him organic peanut butter. The hubby gets Kroger brand. Nothing but the best for Boy though. I have a wonderful sense of priority. Anyway, to get him to take the peanut butter, I have to gently pry his mouth open and rub it on his tongue then quickly remove my fingers before he bites them in his zealousness to get to the yummy peanut butter. Then he gazes at me with love and makes appreciative noises that only SOUND like growling while he takes his medicine. I've had to remind him lately that kisses don't involve teeth, but he's such an affectionate little bugger.
I've been reading a lot lately and I highly recommend The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger and Memoirs of a Geisha, by Arthur Golden. Both of them very nice reads. But then, I read a variety of things and use books as my escape from reality. My ultimate brain candy series is the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter series, by Laurell K. Hamilton. Y'all, I really like her stuff. Not because it's deep or cause me to rethink my life or anything like that. I don't read books to better myself. Pffft. I read because I have an over active imagination and this gives it some place to burn off. Also, don't talk to me if I am reading. I will bite your face. It's not pretty. If you have to get my attention, bring a brass band and then run away until I finish the section. But yeah. Laurell K. Hamilton is my not-so-secret-any-longer vice. The books get a bit....umm...racy, but not in a Harlequin romance sort of way. Ugh. I really don't want to read about how he was pulsing and she was heaving and there might have been throbbing involved. And it's not that I mind a good sex scene in a book, but let's call a spade a spade and not a "moisture missile" or "throbbing python of love." Please? Can we NOT call them that?
Well, enough rambling. Now that I've broken your brains and horrified with my choice of questionable literature *snerk*, I'll end this silliness and call it a day.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Update: Y'all, I just read through this post again and it's all sex and peanut butter. I'm not sure what that says about me or what kind of people are going to end up on my blog now. I'm frightened.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Why mail order is scary as hell. Also, why vets rule and dogs are a pain.
First off, I really want to thank everyone for their well wishes in the comments about Shu Shu. I cannot explain how much they meant to me and how much they helped. I spent most of my weekend all weepy and depressed and very ummm.....unshowered. Eww. Am I over it? Nope. Not even close. But I can deal with it today and that's really all any of us can hope for when we lose a loved one. Tomorrow I may be a basket case again. Hell, it may happen by lunchtime. You can never tell. But there is coping and good memories. Moving on.
Warning: This is a loooong ass post. Seriously.
Monday. Yes. Ummm....see.....there was supposed to be this lovey dovey gross post about how T and I met and it was our anniversary and he is an absolute pain in the ass but I love him anyway cuz he puts up with my shit all. The. Time. Wanna know how my 7th anniversary went? Well, I didn't get to wake up to romance or breakfast in bed or little snuggle kisses or just laying in bed with hubby and puppies in one big furry family pile of love and giggles. Know why? Cuz we have 2 dogs in the house still and it is their goal in life to make us CRAZY.
Have I ever mentioned I'm not a morning person? Cuz I'm not. Mornings are for birds and worms and shit. If I see a sunrise, it better be because I am still awake and haven't gone to bed yet. If I have to wake up for a sunrise, do not expect romance and feelings of love from me. I will bite you in the face. My dogs know this. My dogs are very quiet for me in the mornings. They don't even bark at the mailman if I haven't had coffee yet. They are either very smart puppies or I am one scary woman in the morning. So, Monday morning, well before I want to be awake (see depressed, weepy and unshowered), I hear this whining noise. And little yips. And whining some more. So I say in my best mommy before coffee voice, "Alexander, that is enough." See, this is their cue to shut the hell up. And for me, they do. For T they just roll their eyes and keep barking because daddy isn't scary. Daddy is a pushover for doggy eyes. This time the whining did not stop. Wait......no coffee, I said "enough" and there is still pitiful dog noises. Hmmm....
So I crawl out of bed with one eye open (my right eye. My left eye wakes up slower.) and pick up the boy who is whining at the foot of my bed. Because he wouldn't come to me. Again....hmmmm...this is getting weird. Boy not walking. Boy not jumping on bed. Boy whining. Check boy's feet. Y'all, I totally get brownie points for figuring that out before coffee. Now keep in mind we've had a very sick older dog in the house who has gotten all of our attention. The other 2 were given food, water and the occassional pettings, but were pretty much left on their own to rough it out. This does not make me a good mommy. We're working on it.
So what I found was that one of his claws had curled around and was in his poor little paw. Yes, in it. I burst into tears. Have I mentioned I'm not stable right now? Cuz I'm not. Stable. Not even a little. I walk into my computer room where I knew the hubby would be, crying and carrying Alex like he's some tragic figure in a Shakespearean play. My first words to my poor hubby on the morning of our anniversary aren't "Happy anniversary, baby!," "I love you!," or "I'd marry you all over again." They are "You have to help me he's hurting oh my poor boy!!" T thinks the dog is dying because I am just not stable. He finally gets me to calm down enough to hear the word paw. T checks the paws. T find the claw embedded in the boy's foot. T says "Baby, it's just his paw. We can fix this." My mind snaps and says "oh." So we clip the nail, get it out of his paw, clean it up and paw is fine. I feel pretty damn stupid.
We realize boy is really a mess so we start clipping fur. Alex does not like this. It tickles and he hates the tickles. He always snaps at the scissors all big and mean. He finally gets mad enough about being clipped so T picks him up to calm him down and love on him. Boy starts screaming, growling, yelping all at once. What the hell? So we put boy down and the whimpering thing starts again. Boy won't walk on his own. Maybe the nail was not the big thing? So into the shower I go while T calms down the boy. Off to the vet we go, me and the boy. On my anniversary. A hurt dog. After just losing one. Stable? Who, me?
Anywho, the doctor is swamped but will see him today. She finds a tender spot on his back. Boy needs X-rays. I cry. Vet thinks I am an idiot. She wants to keep the boy for X-rays and observation. She wants me to LEAVE HIM THERE AND GO HOME. I cry. Vet thinks I might be crazy. I sit in the waiting room of the vet's office for 6 hours reading a book. Vet has the nice men in white coats on speed dial. Alex gets X-rays and Vet talks to me from across the waiting room. Mustn't stand to close to the weepy mad woman who keeps saying "but we fixed his paw. It's ok now!"
Seems Alex has a teeny tiny bone chip in his back that had gotten inflamed. Boy is on 4 different meds for a month and gets to spend time in a kennel until healed. Have I mentioned I am going on a cruise? I am. I deserve this cruise now y'all. Alex is already better and we are in a power struggle to keep him from jumping on furniture. We don't care about dogs on furniture. We care about him hurting himself. The vet was super nice with him though and I was shocked at the fact that she only charged me $140 for an emergency visit, 2 X-rays, 4 bottles of doggie drugs and putting up with the crazy crying lady. This is why we always use this vet. But seriously y'all. I need a vacation.
So I have aquired some yarny goodness recently because Ye Olde Stalker buys things on the internet when she is sad. Or happy. Or breathing. It's a addiction but I swear there's no program for it. Anywho, there's pictures! Yay! Cheer now my friends, because horror lurks amongst the yarny goodness. I have been tainted.
First off we have a 2 lb skein of what looks like mustard yellow wool. It is, I assure you, a lovely natural shade for now.
This is for dying experiments. Wheee!!! I am looking forward to seeing just how badly I can screw up this yarn. I'm not even joking. I have never dyed a thing in my life except my hair and I butchered it every time. This is gonna be fun.
Next is some lovely yarn from an Ebay company called Jojoland and the colorway is...uumm....hell I don't know. But there's 10 lovely skeins of I don't know in that bag.
I tried for a close up of the yarn and for some reason failed miserably. I'll try again when I get home. I was in a hurry. This yarn is beautiful though. Purples, greens, peach and pink. Such subtle shadings that they look like skeins of different yarns. Click for bigger image. It may help. It may frustrate you further. How brave are you? Mwuahahahahaa.......
The next picture is to show how brave I am. I got a mixed lot of yarn on Ebay for $5 to use for Dulaan projects and such. Do you see what's in the middle of that box? Wooden knitting needles. Worth the admission price, right there.
In the box I found a lot of yarns that will be fun to work with, but I also found some finished stuff. This is a child's size sweater found in the bottom of the box. This will go into the Dulaan box for sure. Works for me!
I also found a bag of umm....well....they aren't circles. They are definitely crocheted but I don't know what the hell they are. They could be butterflies. Maybe. Or yarn amoebas. Or....I just really don't know. I'll find something to do with them.
Then there were also some confusing items that the more I looked at them, the more horrified I got. When they say mixed lot of yarn, I really expect yarn. I know, I'm such an optimist. But this....y'all, seriously. What is this? At first I thought silk. I'm afraid to touch it. The more I look at it the more it looks like yarn intestines. It's very..shiny. And disturbing. I am afraid of this bag. From the outside it's slick...slippery....well, slimy comes to mind.
Then the one thing that finally got me, This doesn't have anything to do with knitting, crocheting, tatting, yarn, crafting........anything. Why??? Why would this be in my charity yarn?? Someone somewhere is wondering where they left these! If these are yours, please let me know and I will send them back to you. Free of charge.
Warning: This is a loooong ass post. Seriously.
Monday. Yes. Ummm....see.....there was supposed to be this lovey dovey gross post about how T and I met and it was our anniversary and he is an absolute pain in the ass but I love him anyway cuz he puts up with my shit all. The. Time. Wanna know how my 7th anniversary went? Well, I didn't get to wake up to romance or breakfast in bed or little snuggle kisses or just laying in bed with hubby and puppies in one big furry family pile of love and giggles. Know why? Cuz we have 2 dogs in the house still and it is their goal in life to make us CRAZY.
Have I ever mentioned I'm not a morning person? Cuz I'm not. Mornings are for birds and worms and shit. If I see a sunrise, it better be because I am still awake and haven't gone to bed yet. If I have to wake up for a sunrise, do not expect romance and feelings of love from me. I will bite you in the face. My dogs know this. My dogs are very quiet for me in the mornings. They don't even bark at the mailman if I haven't had coffee yet. They are either very smart puppies or I am one scary woman in the morning. So, Monday morning, well before I want to be awake (see depressed, weepy and unshowered), I hear this whining noise. And little yips. And whining some more. So I say in my best mommy before coffee voice, "Alexander, that is enough." See, this is their cue to shut the hell up. And for me, they do. For T they just roll their eyes and keep barking because daddy isn't scary. Daddy is a pushover for doggy eyes. This time the whining did not stop. Wait......no coffee, I said "enough" and there is still pitiful dog noises. Hmmm....
So I crawl out of bed with one eye open (my right eye. My left eye wakes up slower.) and pick up the boy who is whining at the foot of my bed. Because he wouldn't come to me. Again....hmmmm...this is getting weird. Boy not walking. Boy not jumping on bed. Boy whining. Check boy's feet. Y'all, I totally get brownie points for figuring that out before coffee. Now keep in mind we've had a very sick older dog in the house who has gotten all of our attention. The other 2 were given food, water and the occassional pettings, but were pretty much left on their own to rough it out. This does not make me a good mommy. We're working on it.
So what I found was that one of his claws had curled around and was in his poor little paw. Yes, in it. I burst into tears. Have I mentioned I'm not stable right now? Cuz I'm not. Stable. Not even a little. I walk into my computer room where I knew the hubby would be, crying and carrying Alex like he's some tragic figure in a Shakespearean play. My first words to my poor hubby on the morning of our anniversary aren't "Happy anniversary, baby!," "I love you!," or "I'd marry you all over again." They are "You have to help me he's hurting oh my poor boy!!" T thinks the dog is dying because I am just not stable. He finally gets me to calm down enough to hear the word paw. T checks the paws. T find the claw embedded in the boy's foot. T says "Baby, it's just his paw. We can fix this." My mind snaps and says "oh." So we clip the nail, get it out of his paw, clean it up and paw is fine. I feel pretty damn stupid.
We realize boy is really a mess so we start clipping fur. Alex does not like this. It tickles and he hates the tickles. He always snaps at the scissors all big and mean. He finally gets mad enough about being clipped so T picks him up to calm him down and love on him. Boy starts screaming, growling, yelping all at once. What the hell? So we put boy down and the whimpering thing starts again. Boy won't walk on his own. Maybe the nail was not the big thing? So into the shower I go while T calms down the boy. Off to the vet we go, me and the boy. On my anniversary. A hurt dog. After just losing one. Stable? Who, me?
Anywho, the doctor is swamped but will see him today. She finds a tender spot on his back. Boy needs X-rays. I cry. Vet thinks I am an idiot. She wants to keep the boy for X-rays and observation. She wants me to LEAVE HIM THERE AND GO HOME. I cry. Vet thinks I might be crazy. I sit in the waiting room of the vet's office for 6 hours reading a book. Vet has the nice men in white coats on speed dial. Alex gets X-rays and Vet talks to me from across the waiting room. Mustn't stand to close to the weepy mad woman who keeps saying "but we fixed his paw. It's ok now!"
Seems Alex has a teeny tiny bone chip in his back that had gotten inflamed. Boy is on 4 different meds for a month and gets to spend time in a kennel until healed. Have I mentioned I am going on a cruise? I am. I deserve this cruise now y'all. Alex is already better and we are in a power struggle to keep him from jumping on furniture. We don't care about dogs on furniture. We care about him hurting himself. The vet was super nice with him though and I was shocked at the fact that she only charged me $140 for an emergency visit, 2 X-rays, 4 bottles of doggie drugs and putting up with the crazy crying lady. This is why we always use this vet. But seriously y'all. I need a vacation.
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Yarny Goodness and Scary Mail. Also why the Stalker limits her Ebay time.
So I have aquired some yarny goodness recently because Ye Olde Stalker buys things on the internet when she is sad. Or happy. Or breathing. It's a addiction but I swear there's no program for it. Anywho, there's pictures! Yay! Cheer now my friends, because horror lurks amongst the yarny goodness. I have been tainted.
First off we have a 2 lb skein of what looks like mustard yellow wool. It is, I assure you, a lovely natural shade for now.
This is for dying experiments. Wheee!!! I am looking forward to seeing just how badly I can screw up this yarn. I'm not even joking. I have never dyed a thing in my life except my hair and I butchered it every time. This is gonna be fun.
Next is some lovely yarn from an Ebay company called Jojoland and the colorway is...uumm....hell I don't know. But there's 10 lovely skeins of I don't know in that bag.
I tried for a close up of the yarn and for some reason failed miserably. I'll try again when I get home. I was in a hurry. This yarn is beautiful though. Purples, greens, peach and pink. Such subtle shadings that they look like skeins of different yarns. Click for bigger image. It may help. It may frustrate you further. How brave are you? Mwuahahahahaa.......
The next picture is to show how brave I am. I got a mixed lot of yarn on Ebay for $5 to use for Dulaan projects and such. Do you see what's in the middle of that box? Wooden knitting needles. Worth the admission price, right there.
In the box I found a lot of yarns that will be fun to work with, but I also found some finished stuff. This is a child's size sweater found in the bottom of the box. This will go into the Dulaan box for sure. Works for me!
I also found a bag of umm....well....they aren't circles. They are definitely crocheted but I don't know what the hell they are. They could be butterflies. Maybe. Or yarn amoebas. Or....I just really don't know. I'll find something to do with them.
Then there were also some confusing items that the more I looked at them, the more horrified I got. When they say mixed lot of yarn, I really expect yarn. I know, I'm such an optimist. But this....y'all, seriously. What is this? At first I thought silk. I'm afraid to touch it. The more I look at it the more it looks like yarn intestines. It's very..shiny. And disturbing. I am afraid of this bag. From the outside it's slick...slippery....well, slimy comes to mind.
Then the one thing that finally got me, This doesn't have anything to do with knitting, crocheting, tatting, yarn, crafting........anything. Why??? Why would this be in my charity yarn?? Someone somewhere is wondering where they left these! If these are yours, please let me know and I will send them back to you. Free of charge.
Saturday, February 18, 2006
Shu Shu
Back in 1990 when I was 18 and fresh out of high school (some of you stop groaning and thinking how young I am, the rest of you I am not that old, piss off) I got very ill with pneumonia and ended up in the hospital for 5 weeks. When I got out of the hospital, I got to go through therapy due to the trauma (been there, done that, got the white streak in the hair) and a demerol addiction. Part of my therapy suggestions was a pet. At about the same time I was thinking it over, a friend I worked with informed me that her boyfriend's dog was in labor. Off we went. I got there right after the first puppy was born, but I got to help with the second one and hold her as soon as she was born. I claimed her for mine.
I went every day to spend time with this new puppy and get her used to me and so I could get to know her before bringing her home. She was an absolute priss of a pup. I told my mom this and her name became Shu Shu. Because she was very very shu shu and all that implied. Hated getting dirty. Walked with one paw in front of the other which gave her a jaunty little bounce to her walk. She was always happy. If she had been human, she would have been the perfect blond cheerleader. She liked everybody. There were no strangers, only new people to love her. She is the only dog I have ever seen that didn't squat to pee. She launched her back end into the air and held herself on her 2 front feet and when she was done would walk a little ways forward before she ever set her back feet down. She took prissy to an extreme.
As a puppy, she loved marshmallows. She would eat them if you didn't watch her, until her little belly was big and round. Then she would lay on the floor and give little burps. She never begged for food unless you offered her a bite first. If you gave her a bite first, she would then sit at your feet and if you ignored her, she would reach her paw up to touch your knee then sit back down. She was never rude.
When T and I first got married, money was tight and we lived with his folks for about a year. My father-in-law does not really care for animals. He adored Shu Shu. He would carry her everywhere, feed her cheese and treats and get upset if she sat in anyone else's lap. She won him over completely. When she sleeps, she sticks her tongue out of her mouth and when you wake her up, it takes her a good 10 minutes to get that tongue back in. I have proof. Here she is getting woke up by the camera.
Such a princess. At the age of 9 years old she had her first littler of puppies and she was a champ at birthing. Once she got them out it was our turn entirely. Puppies are messy. She didn't do messy. The next year she had her last litter. Five years ago we had her fixed and at the same time had a golf ball sized tumor removed from her stomach. We didn't do a biopsy. She was 10 years old. If it was malignant, we wouldn't have put her through the hell of treatment, and if it was benign, why spend the money for a biopsy?
Last night at around 10:45 I held my baby in my arms, told her I loved her and watched her take her last breath. I cried. I am still crying. I don't know why pets get to us the way they do. I just know it hurts when they leave. My father cried when I told him. My father-in-law cried and dug her grave for her. Today she was buried and all of the family attended. This isn't normal and we have never gathered for any other pet. She was just that special to us. I'm not angry about her death because she had a very long full life for a dog. It wasn't unexpected because she has been spiraling down for 2 weeks now. I'm just going to miss her and her happiness.
Goodbye, Baby Girl.
P.S Dear God, I'm down. Please stop kicking me now, k? Thx.
I went every day to spend time with this new puppy and get her used to me and so I could get to know her before bringing her home. She was an absolute priss of a pup. I told my mom this and her name became Shu Shu. Because she was very very shu shu and all that implied. Hated getting dirty. Walked with one paw in front of the other which gave her a jaunty little bounce to her walk. She was always happy. If she had been human, she would have been the perfect blond cheerleader. She liked everybody. There were no strangers, only new people to love her. She is the only dog I have ever seen that didn't squat to pee. She launched her back end into the air and held herself on her 2 front feet and when she was done would walk a little ways forward before she ever set her back feet down. She took prissy to an extreme.
As a puppy, she loved marshmallows. She would eat them if you didn't watch her, until her little belly was big and round. Then she would lay on the floor and give little burps. She never begged for food unless you offered her a bite first. If you gave her a bite first, she would then sit at your feet and if you ignored her, she would reach her paw up to touch your knee then sit back down. She was never rude.
When T and I first got married, money was tight and we lived with his folks for about a year. My father-in-law does not really care for animals. He adored Shu Shu. He would carry her everywhere, feed her cheese and treats and get upset if she sat in anyone else's lap. She won him over completely. When she sleeps, she sticks her tongue out of her mouth and when you wake her up, it takes her a good 10 minutes to get that tongue back in. I have proof. Here she is getting woke up by the camera.
Such a princess. At the age of 9 years old she had her first littler of puppies and she was a champ at birthing. Once she got them out it was our turn entirely. Puppies are messy. She didn't do messy. The next year she had her last litter. Five years ago we had her fixed and at the same time had a golf ball sized tumor removed from her stomach. We didn't do a biopsy. She was 10 years old. If it was malignant, we wouldn't have put her through the hell of treatment, and if it was benign, why spend the money for a biopsy?
Last night at around 10:45 I held my baby in my arms, told her I loved her and watched her take her last breath. I cried. I am still crying. I don't know why pets get to us the way they do. I just know it hurts when they leave. My father cried when I told him. My father-in-law cried and dug her grave for her. Today she was buried and all of the family attended. This isn't normal and we have never gathered for any other pet. She was just that special to us. I'm not angry about her death because she had a very long full life for a dog. It wasn't unexpected because she has been spiraling down for 2 weeks now. I'm just going to miss her and her happiness.
Goodbye, Baby Girl.
P.S Dear God, I'm down. Please stop kicking me now, k? Thx.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Not a real post. Ok, not a post about yarny goodness.
Ok, I know I'm behind on posting. And yeah, the last 2 posts don't really count as posts. Usually when I don't post it's due to laziness. Ok, sometimes when I don't post, it's due to laziness. Other times I don't post it's because I am in a whiny bitchy mood and really don't want to spread it to the blogisphere. The rest of THIS particular post is probably going to cross the line into TMI, also it will be boring. Also, there will be large words involved. Also, there will be ugly words. So if you're not comfortable with a peek into the non-yarn related personal side of life, I promise there will be a much nicer softer post later and until then there's always cuddly puppies and kittens.
First off, I'm not writing this for sympathy votes or well wishes or condolences or anything like that. I simply want to explain why sometimes Ye Olde Stalker goes AWOL. Cuz I do. Go AWOL, I mean. Anywho, some of you already know this, but about 4 years ago, my dear hubby, T, was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. For those of you who don't know what MS is, you can read the short version of it here. Basically, it's a very mean disease for those who have it and for those who live with those who have it. It is a degenerative disease that effectively destroys the nerve endings in your brain, spinal cord and optic nerves. T has a version of it called Relapsing-Remitting which is the mildest form you can have. Mild is deceptive. This disease really fucks with you. To top it off, the drugs for it fuck with you too. Seriously.
So T is on this drug called Copaxone which is like a daily injection of angry. T is not angry about his disease. He has taken it well into stride. But the medication he is on can cause mood swings. They do not tell you this at the onset of drug therapy. So T has a really short fuse when it comes to his temper. If he holds it in, the stress can cause his MS to flare up. Ya see where I'm going here? Huh? I knew you were smart cookies. This means T has moments of screaming rage. This means that about 4 days out of the week I get a shit sandwich for breakfast simply because I'm visible. I know what causes this. Usually I just sit and listen to him rant and rave and keep him from harming himself or anything expensive. Some days I lose it, scream back and leave the house. Those are the times I will not post. Those are the days I am angry about his disease and don't want to spread the ugly.
I can't explain it to others because my friends and family think he has been abusive towards me and that's so not the case. He doesn't hurt people on purpose. He has driven off friends before because they couldn't understand his disease or didn't want to. He simply has very little control over his emotions. He can't afford to hold them in too much because, again, stress = MS flare up which = T going blind in one eye or the other for a while. Which causes more stress. Yeah. Ugly ass cycle, ain't it? So anyway, I know folks get worried when I don't show up in their comments or I don't post for a while. Trust me, I'm there. I'm just lurking and being moody. Also, I am the Stalker so I am all mysterious and shit. Ok, yeah, it's just being moody.
This weekend will be us time with no outside influences unless it's the pizza delivery dude with extra cheese. And Dr. Pepper. In large quantities.
Monday = gross lovey dovey post due to Anniversary.
Wednesday = super cool new yarn and book acquisitions post that will make you drool.
Hope everyone has a great weekend!
Love,
Ye olde moody bitch. Heee
Friday, February 10, 2006
Whatever.
Dear Blog,
Piss off. I'm busy.
Oh, and shadow puppets? Pfft. Lame.
Love,
Stalker Angie.
P.s. You're not the boss of me.
Piss off. I'm busy.
Oh, and shadow puppets? Pfft. Lame.
Love,
Stalker Angie.
P.s. You're not the boss of me.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Surrogate blogger
Umm...Hi. This is Stalker Angie's blog here. I don't know where the hell Angie is. She claims she's always working, but I know she's spending time on other blogs. Leaving little comments all over the place. Don't get me wrong, I knew when we first got together that there would be other blogs. She's the Stalker, right? Can't hold her down to just one blog. Still, I do get jealous at times. She doesn't have to spend ALL her time being the Stalker. Maybe she's still over trying to free Norma and her stash from werk.
I hope she's being careful too. I've seen some of those other blogs. Some of them are infected with Ads. She better not bring that shit home to me. You can't get rid of ads once they get into your coding. "Ooh ooh click on me baby and I will show you a whole new URL." I just don't think so. Now don't get me wrong. If your blog has Ads and you're ok with it, I'm ok with it. I just don't want it personally. I've seen what it does to your sidebars.
I also understand she's going on some stupid cruise in April. Is she taking me along? Hell no. She'll ignore me for the entire time. I hear she's taking that flesh-bag who gave birth to her though. Oh sure! I hold all her comments, her precious little photos and clean up all her coding mistakes and what do I get out of it? Nothing. Nothing at all. Where's the URL for that bar? I need a drink. Oh, here, ummm...shadow puppets. Enjoy.
A camel!
A goatl!
A flying bird!
A wee bunny rabbit!
Ok, and now it's your turn. What kinda shadows can you make?
Maybe the Stalker will actually grace us with her presence on Friday. Ungrateful cow...
I hope she's being careful too. I've seen some of those other blogs. Some of them are infected with Ads. She better not bring that shit home to me. You can't get rid of ads once they get into your coding. "Ooh ooh click on me baby and I will show you a whole new URL." I just don't think so. Now don't get me wrong. If your blog has Ads and you're ok with it, I'm ok with it. I just don't want it personally. I've seen what it does to your sidebars.
I also understand she's going on some stupid cruise in April. Is she taking me along? Hell no. She'll ignore me for the entire time. I hear she's taking that flesh-bag who gave birth to her though. Oh sure! I hold all her comments, her precious little photos and clean up all her coding mistakes and what do I get out of it? Nothing. Nothing at all. Where's the URL for that bar? I need a drink. Oh, here, ummm...shadow puppets. Enjoy.
A camel!
A goatl!
A flying bird!
A wee bunny rabbit!
Ok, and now it's your turn. What kinda shadows can you make?
Maybe the Stalker will actually grace us with her presence on Friday. Ungrateful cow...
Monday, February 06, 2006
Grand Opening!
First off, Happy Birthday, Blog Mistress!!!!! Y'all head on over and wish Ms. Ryan a Happy Birthday.
Yesterday was the Grand Opening of the Stalkee Gear store at CafePress. Ok, so the opening wasn't so grand, as it was just T and me. I did send the link to Christina to check out but at least it's up! Yay!! I'm really happy with how things turned out and if anyone sees something they'd like with one of the other images, just let me know. I'll brew it up for ya. Any money made on this deal will go towards yarn for Dulaan knitting. Basically, it'll be the $2 or $3 difference between acrylic and wool so I can make warmer wool stuff to send. Anywho, the link is on the sidebar, go check it out!
Some of y'all expressed a bit of interest in the upcoming cruise, so I thought I'd share a bit of info with ya. I'll be taking my mom with me as she deserves it for raising my sorry ass for so many years and not drowning me which is kinder than I sometimes deserved. She's so excited it's unreal. Makes me so glad to be taking her. Anyway, we'll be going in April on Royal Caribbean cruiselines. It's a 7 day cruise (Sunday to Sunday) and our destinations are Key West/Florida, George Town/Grand Caymen, and Cozumel/Mexico.
I'm not scared of going on the actual cruise, what frightened me is dropping that much money at once. On something that has nothing to do with our house, the cars, the dogs or our marriage. Dropping that much money on a cruise when we may have to replace all of our plumbing (I'll find that out in a few hours), my car needs to be in the shop, T's car needs to go into the shop, all of the dogs are due for a serious grooming for the upcoming spring mud season we are ripping up carpets this year, the walls all need to be painted, the house needs to be leveled (ah, pier and beams) and I want to replace the siding on the house. Then I stopped this weekend and thought about it. I have wanted to do this for a very, very long time. I have saved this money for over a year and a half with bonuses from work that I worked my butt off for. This is a dream of mine that I'm making come true. Fuck the house. I'm heading for the open sea. It's fruity drinks with umbrellas, dancing, sun, water and sexy cabana boys named Umberto for a week! Everybody sing with me!!
Yesterday was the Grand Opening of the Stalkee Gear store at CafePress. Ok, so the opening wasn't so grand, as it was just T and me. I did send the link to Christina to check out but at least it's up! Yay!! I'm really happy with how things turned out and if anyone sees something they'd like with one of the other images, just let me know. I'll brew it up for ya. Any money made on this deal will go towards yarn for Dulaan knitting. Basically, it'll be the $2 or $3 difference between acrylic and wool so I can make warmer wool stuff to send. Anywho, the link is on the sidebar, go check it out!
Some of y'all expressed a bit of interest in the upcoming cruise, so I thought I'd share a bit of info with ya. I'll be taking my mom with me as she deserves it for raising my sorry ass for so many years and not drowning me which is kinder than I sometimes deserved. She's so excited it's unreal. Makes me so glad to be taking her. Anyway, we'll be going in April on Royal Caribbean cruiselines. It's a 7 day cruise (Sunday to Sunday) and our destinations are Key West/Florida, George Town/Grand Caymen, and Cozumel/Mexico.
I'm not scared of going on the actual cruise, what frightened me is dropping that much money at once. On something that has nothing to do with our house, the cars, the dogs or our marriage. Dropping that much money on a cruise when we may have to replace all of our plumbing (I'll find that out in a few hours), my car needs to be in the shop, T's car needs to go into the shop, all of the dogs are due for a serious grooming for the upcoming spring mud season we are ripping up carpets this year, the walls all need to be painted, the house needs to be leveled (ah, pier and beams) and I want to replace the siding on the house. Then I stopped this weekend and thought about it. I have wanted to do this for a very, very long time. I have saved this money for over a year and a half with bonuses from work that I worked my butt off for. This is a dream of mine that I'm making come true. Fuck the house. I'm heading for the open sea. It's fruity drinks with umbrellas, dancing, sun, water and sexy cabana boys named Umberto for a week! Everybody sing with me!!
Aruba, jamaica ooo I wanna take you
To bermuda, bahama come on pretty mama
Key largo, montego baby why don’t we go
Ooo I wanna take you down to kokomo
We’ll get there fast
And then we’ll take it slow
That’s where we wanna go
Way down to kokomo
Friday, February 03, 2006
Check it out!
Y'all, I totally made this. Yes, it's my second one, but it amazes me every time I finish something that I can actually do it. Plus it's tiny! It's standing next to a normal sized gravy boat for Heaven's sake.
Do you ever finish a project and after all of the knitting/crocheting/tatting/quilting and tucking in ends and such, sit back to look at a finished object and just think "Wow. I MADE that. With my own 2 hands. I f*cking rock, dude!" Yeah, I did that with this bear. I have carried him with me for 2 days now and I kept taking him out and putting him on my desk. He's actually now headed to Washington state to a friend so she can gift him to her sister. I really hope she likes it. If not, she can send him home and we'll be ok with that. Hehe
This weekend I will work on getting the Cafe Press store set up so I can get the prizes set up and sent to the winners. I am so excited!
I also spent yesterday at lunch getting photos taken for a passport. I have been saving for over a year now and April 2nd I am taking my mom on a cruise. A cruise. No seriously,y'all. A real honest to goodness get your ass on the boat we're headed for the Caribbean cruise. I booked it today. Scary stuff that. The kick-ass camera is going with me. I am bouncing off the walls. Wheeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope everyone has a great day!
Do you ever finish a project and after all of the knitting/crocheting/tatting/quilting and tucking in ends and such, sit back to look at a finished object and just think "Wow. I MADE that. With my own 2 hands. I f*cking rock, dude!" Yeah, I did that with this bear. I have carried him with me for 2 days now and I kept taking him out and putting him on my desk. He's actually now headed to Washington state to a friend so she can gift him to her sister. I really hope she likes it. If not, she can send him home and we'll be ok with that. HeheThis weekend I will work on getting the Cafe Press store set up so I can get the prizes set up and sent to the winners. I am so excited!
I also spent yesterday at lunch getting photos taken for a passport. I have been saving for over a year now and April 2nd I am taking my mom on a cruise. A cruise. No seriously,y'all. A real honest to goodness get your ass on the boat we're headed for the Caribbean cruise. I booked it today. Scary stuff that. The kick-ass camera is going with me. I am bouncing off the walls. Wheeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hope everyone has a great day!
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Stalker Attitude
When I started reading blogs I was fascinated by the idea that people throw their lives out there for the world to see and wondered how they did so without feeling completely exposed. When you blog you're giving little pieces of yourself away to perfect strangers. You open yourself to hurtful, snide remarks and ridicule. You can't control what people are going to say or think about you and you can't make people be nice.
When I started my own blog, I was all too aware of how mean the world can be, but I wanted a way to share the things I have made and am making, because I am proud of them. I was very hesitant to really be myself. I'm never going to be a consistent blogger. It's really not who I am. I'm an inconsistent individual. Yes, flighty is a damn good word to describe me. I have a short attention span on the best of days, but I find myself being very consistent about one thing. Checking for comments. I live for the darn things. Once I post I check my email every 15 minutes to see if I have any, then if I do, I actually change websites to read them directly on the blog instead of in my inbox. It's a dorky thing to do, but I discovered something on this blog thing we do. It's really not about the blogger. It's about throwing out an idea, a finished object, a vacation photo or 2 and seeing how others react to it. Yes, we put our lives on the internet, but it's in exchange for the little snippets we get back when someone leaves a comment. We find new people to connect with, new blogs to read, new lives to explore with new ideas. It's about discovering a whole new community of people who couldn't be more different and still have so much in common.
I smile everytime I find a new-to-me blog that I really enjoy and there in the comments is a familiar "face." Maybe it's just because Steph, Ryan, Margene, Claudia, Norma and the others are every-freakin-where, but I think we've just got a really good thing going. With that being said, I made a post on Monday about the contest and as usual was waiting oh so not patiently for comments and was a little thrown by them. Then I went back and really read the post. I think I owe some folks a serious apology! I did not mean for that post to sound like a whiney bitch and that's exactly what it sounds like. "Oh my gosh nobody loves me and nobody will play with me and I will just go play by myself screw you guys I'm going home and stop touching my crayons." What was that all about?? I was seriously not upset by the lack of participation and it really was my own fault for dropping the ball on it. Then yesterday, the actual last day of the month I got a submission for the contest. And it's brilliant! What kind of moron sets a due date for a contest on the next-to-the-last day of the month? So yes, my dear, dear Stalkees, we have contest winners. Dear Stalkee Christina sent in a plethora of buttons to use and I think I'll throw them all on. I hate not using any of them since she worked hard on them. Besides, I like them all. So grab a button! You know the drill about saving it on your own server blah blah bandwidth blah.
So Christina wins 2 skeins of the sock yarn of her choice from Knit Picks and a Stalkee mug. Which means it's a damn good thing we had a merchandise entry or she'd be getting a nice blank mug and some crayons.
The entry for the merchandise came from Michelle, who is obviously very talented. She went in a direction I hadn't even thought of and executed it brilliantly. Now I have to decide if I want to use the lines version, the color version or just use both and have a choice. I like having choices. So Michelle, you are the winner of a Stalkee gear T-shirt with your design on it, a set of 8 stitchmarkers made by me with your choice of colors, and a shopping spree of up to $35 at KnitPicks. I have your email addy (muahahaha) so I'll let ya know how I have it set up and get ya taken care of. You might wanna head over and start some window shopping. :^D So without further ado, my Dear Stalkees, the winning (ok only but it still rules) submission(s)!
Sheer brilliance! So what do you guys think? Way to go you two!! Big stalker hug to the both of you.
Hope everyone has a great day!
When I started my own blog, I was all too aware of how mean the world can be, but I wanted a way to share the things I have made and am making, because I am proud of them. I was very hesitant to really be myself. I'm never going to be a consistent blogger. It's really not who I am. I'm an inconsistent individual. Yes, flighty is a damn good word to describe me. I have a short attention span on the best of days, but I find myself being very consistent about one thing. Checking for comments. I live for the darn things. Once I post I check my email every 15 minutes to see if I have any, then if I do, I actually change websites to read them directly on the blog instead of in my inbox. It's a dorky thing to do, but I discovered something on this blog thing we do. It's really not about the blogger. It's about throwing out an idea, a finished object, a vacation photo or 2 and seeing how others react to it. Yes, we put our lives on the internet, but it's in exchange for the little snippets we get back when someone leaves a comment. We find new people to connect with, new blogs to read, new lives to explore with new ideas. It's about discovering a whole new community of people who couldn't be more different and still have so much in common.
I smile everytime I find a new-to-me blog that I really enjoy and there in the comments is a familiar "face." Maybe it's just because Steph, Ryan, Margene, Claudia, Norma and the others are every-freakin-where, but I think we've just got a really good thing going. With that being said, I made a post on Monday about the contest and as usual was waiting oh so not patiently for comments and was a little thrown by them. Then I went back and really read the post. I think I owe some folks a serious apology! I did not mean for that post to sound like a whiney bitch and that's exactly what it sounds like. "Oh my gosh nobody loves me and nobody will play with me and I will just go play by myself screw you guys I'm going home and stop touching my crayons." What was that all about?? I was seriously not upset by the lack of participation and it really was my own fault for dropping the ball on it. Then yesterday, the actual last day of the month I got a submission for the contest. And it's brilliant! What kind of moron sets a due date for a contest on the next-to-the-last day of the month? So yes, my dear, dear Stalkees, we have contest winners. Dear Stalkee Christina sent in a plethora of buttons to use and I think I'll throw them all on. I hate not using any of them since she worked hard on them. Besides, I like them all. So grab a button! You know the drill about saving it on your own server blah blah bandwidth blah.
So Christina wins 2 skeins of the sock yarn of her choice from Knit Picks and a Stalkee mug. Which means it's a damn good thing we had a merchandise entry or she'd be getting a nice blank mug and some crayons.
The entry for the merchandise came from Michelle, who is obviously very talented. She went in a direction I hadn't even thought of and executed it brilliantly. Now I have to decide if I want to use the lines version, the color version or just use both and have a choice. I like having choices. So Michelle, you are the winner of a Stalkee gear T-shirt with your design on it, a set of 8 stitchmarkers made by me with your choice of colors, and a shopping spree of up to $35 at KnitPicks. I have your email addy (muahahaha) so I'll let ya know how I have it set up and get ya taken care of. You might wanna head over and start some window shopping. :^D So without further ado, my Dear Stalkees, the winning (ok only but it still rules) submission(s)!
Sheer brilliance! So what do you guys think? Way to go you two!! Big stalker hug to the both of you.
Hope everyone has a great day!
Monday, January 30, 2006
Deadline
Ok folks, deadline for the contest? Today. Number of entries for merchandise? Zero. None. Nada. I did get one button submission from Christina and that will get posted on the site for anyone who likes stealing buttons because it is a very cute button. So, unless something shows up in the ol' gmail account by midnight, Pacific time tonight, Stalkee gear will just have to wait for a while. I'll probably work on something in the near future. I do have to say, during the contest time frame, my life did get busy, I got sick and I dropped off the grid for a while. My own fault. You can't start a contest and then *poof* disappear from the blogging world and hope for a good response! So, anywho. There it is. I'm gonna go crochet a tiny bear now.
Hope everyone has a great day!
Hope everyone has a great day!
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Stolen meme!
With her permission, I stole this meme from Christina. Wait, if I have permission, is it still stealing? Maybe I just borrowed it from her. If I just borrowed it though, do I have to give it back? I doubt she wants it back really. Well, that's not very exciting and now I don't want to do it. Which is stupid because now what am I going to talk about? This was supposed to be a nice lead in about stealing since it's one of the questions on the meme and there was going to be this big tie in with the meme and my beginning paragragh. Now I'm just rambling about whether or not I really stole the damn thing. This sucks. I wanted to do a stolen meme. Ya know what? This meme was totally taken without permission from Christina's blog. In fact, I bet she's pissed when she sees I stole it. Now I feel better.
Now before we get into the meme, you have to go see Ms. Ryan's blog and see the Dulaan photos of last years distribution in Mongolia. Take tissues. You've been warned.
The Great American (Totally Stolen) Onion Meme
I won't be passing this on. Just steal it then leave me a ransom note in the comments so I can visit it. It's more fun that way, trust me.
layer one
name: Angie
birthdate: April 18, 1972
birthplace: McAlister, Oklahoma
current location: Navasota, Texas
eye color: steel blue with brown around the pupil and brown streaks. Yes, they are as weird as that sounds.
hair color: dark brown with blond stripes. I love stripey hair.
righty or lefty: lefty (Grandpa says this is why I do everything bass-ackwards. hehe)
sign: Aries. take it as you will :)
innie or outtie: so far in I could give small woodland creatures a home
layer two
heritage: If it was part of Europe at any given time, I have it in me. Oh and some Native American too.
shoes you wore today: My plain jane white K-Swiss tennies
your hair: long and curly. tangles if I even think about it.
your weakness: my nephew and anything too small to care for itself
fears: being sick, losing my hubby
your perfect pizza: Cheese with a butt load of sauce. And more cheese. Oh and some melted cheese on top of the cheese.
one thing you'd like to achieve: having a baby. not as easy as these teens make it look, let me tell ya.
your first waking thoughts: He better have coffee made. I know he's not waking me up and not having coffee made. He loves me and there will be coffee. Damn I hafta pee.
the first features you notice in the opposite sex: the butt. I have a weakness for nice solid round male booty. I hate this baggy pants fad. I miss the 80's and their tight Levi's!!!
your best physical feature: I have been told I have a cupid's bow mouth. It requires me to shut up long enough for you to see it though.
your bedtime: It should be around 10 or 11. It's usually around 2 or 3 am.
your greatest fear: losing my husband or another miscarriage
your greatest accomplishment: getting out of an abusive relationship
layer four
pepsi or coke: Dr. Pepper. Those other 2 are swill.
single or group dates:I don't think I've ever been on a real date. Let's just leave that alone, shall we?
adidas or nike: K-Swiss!
lipton iced tea or nestea: So long as it's sweet and not that instant shit, I'l drink it.
chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla. mmmmmmm
cappuccino or coffee: Either one so long as there is vanilla creamer or flavoring involved. I really like vanilla.
cuss: Too much.
sing: Whenever there is an opportunity. Now looks good. Yes, I even sing at work. :)
take a shower everyday: Yes, but I don't wash my hair daily. Too damn much of it.
have a crush: Nope
been in love: Yep.
went to college: I did a couple of semesters in nursing school, but we moved so much back then it was too hard to start nursung school.
liked high school: Only my Senior year.
want to get married: Actually, I never wanted a husband, just kids. Hmmm.....
believe in yourself: Usually
type with your fingers on the right keys: I type 40 words/minute with all of 3 fingers. Sometimes I even spell those words right. I'm a good speller. I am a bad typist.
think you're attractive: I'm cute as hell, does that count?
think you're a health freak: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! No.
get along with your parents: Always now. Didn't when I was in my twenties.
play an instrument:I never really wanted to play one. It takes too much concentration away from singing in my mind.
layer six
in the past month, did you..
drink alcohol: no
smoke: yes
do a drug: Illegal? no
make Out: yes
go on a date: nope
eat an entire box of Oreos: no
eat sushi: eww
been on stage: I wish :(
been dumped: Aww hell no.
gone skating: no
made homemade cookies: no, but I did make muffins
fall in love: That's the fun thing about marriage. Love is always there, but you fall in and out of love on a daily basis.
go skinny dipping: nope
dyed your hair: No, but I really need to either get my stripes done again or have it dyed back to original color. I currently have 4 different colors in my hair and only the dark brown and gray are natural.
stolen anything: This Meme! Hah! Told you there was a tie-in!
layer seven
have you ever...
played a game that required removal of clothing: Yep.
if so, was it mixed company:Yep.
been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Absolutely. Mexico and $3 worth of 25 cent tequila slammers will do it every time.
been caught doing something: Define something *blush*
been called a tease: Nope, but that's not necessarily a good thing.
gotten beaten up: Yep. Severely. But I've given a few beatings in my time as well.
shoplifted: Nope
if so, did you get caught: n/a
changed who you were to fit in: I changed in high school, but not to fit in. Just to make myself happier and all i did was let myself be me.
layer eight
age you hope to be married: Never, but it's too late now!
numbers and names of children: Zero so far, but we have 3 fuzzy children.
describe your dream wedding: Never dreamed of getting married. Never wanted to be married. Looking back, my dream wedding would be to elope. hehe
how do you want to die: Truthfully? I don't want to, but if it has to happen, I'd like to just fall asleep and not wake up.
what do you want to be when you grow up: Not grown up. I want to be a child forever. I never want to forget how to play. I don't mind paying bills, but I want to remember the joy of blowing bubbles on a Spring day. I never want to forget how funny the word "poop" is. I want to always appreciate the smell of puppy breath and how puppy kisses tickle your nose.
what countr(ies) would you most like to visit: Ireland, Scotland and Australia.
number of boyfriends you've had:Ummm...technical boyfriends? 4. Those other people were, ummm....just friends.
number of drugs taken illegally: I have smoked pot in the past. The far past. My nephew is not allowed to read this post.
number of people i could trust with my life: Quite a few actually. I can count at least 10 off the top of my head.
number of CDs that i own: Probably somewhere between 20 and 30. It's a pretty serious occasion if I buy a CD. I'm a radio type of girl.
number of piercings: Zero. I used to have my ears pierced, but those have grown in.
number of tattoos: 5. I would love to get more, but T hates tattoos.
number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Quite a few times due to being in choir.
number of scars on my body: 3 major. Lots of minor.
number of things in my past that i regret: Just one really. Never getting to sit down and crochet with my grandmother and getting to hear her laugh while I crocheted in my "weird little way of doing things right-handed" when I am a left-handed individual. This always made her giggle at me. "Yer left-handed, Angie girl! Why do insist on doing things with yer right hand? Never did make no sense to me."
Hope everyone has a great day!!
Now before we get into the meme, you have to go see Ms. Ryan's blog and see the Dulaan photos of last years distribution in Mongolia. Take tissues. You've been warned.
The Great American (Totally Stolen) Onion Meme
I won't be passing this on. Just steal it then leave me a ransom note in the comments so I can visit it. It's more fun that way, trust me.
layer one
name: Angie
birthdate: April 18, 1972
birthplace: McAlister, Oklahoma
current location: Navasota, Texas
eye color: steel blue with brown around the pupil and brown streaks. Yes, they are as weird as that sounds.
hair color: dark brown with blond stripes. I love stripey hair.
righty or lefty: lefty (Grandpa says this is why I do everything bass-ackwards. hehe)
sign: Aries. take it as you will :)
innie or outtie: so far in I could give small woodland creatures a home
layer two
heritage: If it was part of Europe at any given time, I have it in me. Oh and some Native American too.
shoes you wore today: My plain jane white K-Swiss tennies
your hair: long and curly. tangles if I even think about it.
your weakness: my nephew and anything too small to care for itself
fears: being sick, losing my hubby
your perfect pizza: Cheese with a butt load of sauce. And more cheese. Oh and some melted cheese on top of the cheese.
one thing you'd like to achieve: having a baby. not as easy as these teens make it look, let me tell ya.
layer three
your most overused phrase: yay!, hooray! and piss off....your first waking thoughts: He better have coffee made. I know he's not waking me up and not having coffee made. He loves me and there will be coffee. Damn I hafta pee.
the first features you notice in the opposite sex: the butt. I have a weakness for nice solid round male booty. I hate this baggy pants fad. I miss the 80's and their tight Levi's!!!
your best physical feature: I have been told I have a cupid's bow mouth. It requires me to shut up long enough for you to see it though.
your bedtime: It should be around 10 or 11. It's usually around 2 or 3 am.
your greatest fear: losing my husband or another miscarriage
your greatest accomplishment: getting out of an abusive relationship
layer four
pepsi or coke: Dr. Pepper. Those other 2 are swill.
single or group dates:I don't think I've ever been on a real date. Let's just leave that alone, shall we?
adidas or nike: K-Swiss!
lipton iced tea or nestea: So long as it's sweet and not that instant shit, I'l drink it.
chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla. mmmmmmm
cappuccino or coffee: Either one so long as there is vanilla creamer or flavoring involved. I really like vanilla.
layer five
smoke: Yes. but trying to quitcuss: Too much.
sing: Whenever there is an opportunity. Now looks good. Yes, I even sing at work. :)
take a shower everyday: Yes, but I don't wash my hair daily. Too damn much of it.
have a crush: Nope
been in love: Yep.
went to college: I did a couple of semesters in nursing school, but we moved so much back then it was too hard to start nursung school.
liked high school: Only my Senior year.
want to get married: Actually, I never wanted a husband, just kids. Hmmm.....
believe in yourself: Usually
type with your fingers on the right keys: I type 40 words/minute with all of 3 fingers. Sometimes I even spell those words right. I'm a good speller. I am a bad typist.
think you're attractive: I'm cute as hell, does that count?
think you're a health freak: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAhahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! No.
get along with your parents: Always now. Didn't when I was in my twenties.
play an instrument:I never really wanted to play one. It takes too much concentration away from singing in my mind.
layer six
in the past month, did you..
drink alcohol: no
smoke: yes
do a drug: Illegal? no
make Out: yes
go on a date: nope
eat an entire box of Oreos: no
eat sushi: eww
been on stage: I wish :(
been dumped: Aww hell no.
gone skating: no
made homemade cookies: no, but I did make muffins
fall in love: That's the fun thing about marriage. Love is always there, but you fall in and out of love on a daily basis.
go skinny dipping: nope
dyed your hair: No, but I really need to either get my stripes done again or have it dyed back to original color. I currently have 4 different colors in my hair and only the dark brown and gray are natural.
stolen anything: This Meme! Hah! Told you there was a tie-in!
layer seven
have you ever...
played a game that required removal of clothing: Yep.
if so, was it mixed company:Yep.
been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Absolutely. Mexico and $3 worth of 25 cent tequila slammers will do it every time.
been caught doing something: Define something *blush*
been called a tease: Nope, but that's not necessarily a good thing.
gotten beaten up: Yep. Severely. But I've given a few beatings in my time as well.
shoplifted: Nope
if so, did you get caught: n/a
changed who you were to fit in: I changed in high school, but not to fit in. Just to make myself happier and all i did was let myself be me.
layer eight
age you hope to be married: Never, but it's too late now!
numbers and names of children: Zero so far, but we have 3 fuzzy children.
describe your dream wedding: Never dreamed of getting married. Never wanted to be married. Looking back, my dream wedding would be to elope. hehe
how do you want to die: Truthfully? I don't want to, but if it has to happen, I'd like to just fall asleep and not wake up.
what do you want to be when you grow up: Not grown up. I want to be a child forever. I never want to forget how to play. I don't mind paying bills, but I want to remember the joy of blowing bubbles on a Spring day. I never want to forget how funny the word "poop" is. I want to always appreciate the smell of puppy breath and how puppy kisses tickle your nose.
what countr(ies) would you most like to visit: Ireland, Scotland and Australia.
layer nine
number of men i have kissed: Ummm...lots actually. I'm a kissy sort of person. I like a good lip lock. Not the slobbery kind. Eww.number of boyfriends you've had:Ummm...technical boyfriends? 4. Those other people were, ummm....just friends.
number of drugs taken illegally: I have smoked pot in the past. The far past. My nephew is not allowed to read this post.
number of people i could trust with my life: Quite a few actually. I can count at least 10 off the top of my head.
number of CDs that i own: Probably somewhere between 20 and 30. It's a pretty serious occasion if I buy a CD. I'm a radio type of girl.
number of piercings: Zero. I used to have my ears pierced, but those have grown in.
number of tattoos: 5. I would love to get more, but T hates tattoos.
number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Quite a few times due to being in choir.
number of scars on my body: 3 major. Lots of minor.
number of things in my past that i regret: Just one really. Never getting to sit down and crochet with my grandmother and getting to hear her laugh while I crocheted in my "weird little way of doing things right-handed" when I am a left-handed individual. This always made her giggle at me. "Yer left-handed, Angie girl! Why do insist on doing things with yer right hand? Never did make no sense to me."
Hope everyone has a great day!!
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
The Stalker gets weird.
Greetings and salutations, my Dear Stalkees! Yes, tis I again. Yes, I know it's been 13 days since I posted last but calm yourselves I shall explain. I have been quite ill for 8 days so I'm really only a few days late posting. Sick time doesn't count. Does not. Cuz I say it doesn't, now let's move on. I missed all of last week work wise and the suckiest part of all this? The part that seriously sucks donkey butt? I was off an entire week of work and didn't get very much crocheting done. I was too sick for playing with yarn. Too. Sick. For. Yarn. I'll let that sink in for a moment. Take a deep breath, it's ok.
I did get some stuff done but for the most part, concentrating on anything made me very nauseous. So what do I have to show for a week off? Well, I got the rest of the 40 squares done for my sister-in-law's afghan. Pictures? Hell no. I can't think of anything more boring than a picture of 34 small white squares. I did try to do the photo thing. They all turned out so pathetic looking. I even took pictures of the squares outside. Ya know, silly little squares frolicking in the warm Texas winter. It looked more like a crochet massacre happened in my front yard. The Texas Crochet Massacre, if you will. If they had been red squares, I could have shot a video and gone to the Sundance Film Festival with them. Revolting.
I also started another fun little project during my adventures in illness, but that has to wait for the next post. It really deserves it's own post in all it's cuteness. So for now, we'll head off to a meme! Yes, I got tagged and it's actually a fun little one. I was tagged by Angi and you really should go take a peek at her blog. Her banner is highly amusing. Ok, it might have been the drugs, so go check it out and report back, would ya?
***Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.***
Coming up with 5 is no big deal. Coming up with 5 I'm willing to admit to? Yeah. Whole new ballgame folks.
1.) I will sing to anything. I adore singing. I'm not great but I don't just suck ass at it either, but I will sing at every given opportunity. Fun little jingle on that commercial? Gonna sing it. If you play music I like during dinner, I will sit there and starve. Must sing. It's like the opposite of Pavlov's dog.
2.) I am terrified of doctors. Dentists? No problem. I get scared every time I have to go to the doctor, even if it's just for a checkup. Yep. Weird like that.
3.) I have to eat in order. I know I've discussed it before, but it's good an weird. I can't mix my food, and I don't mean it not touching. I mean I can't take a bite of one thing, then a bite of another. I have to eat all of my broccoli, then all of my corn, then all of my meat....yep. I even turn the plate so that whatever is next is in front of me.
4.) I like small spaces, but I hate being crowded. If I woke up in a coffin, I'd be fine. If I woke up in a closet, I'd be fine. If I woke up in the mall at Christmas time I'd have a panic attack after about 10 minutes because of all the people. And it's not that I don't like people, I just don't like being crowded by them. I have a very serious personal space issue.
5.)I am a quick learner but I have a very short attention span. This leads me to finding things I wanna learn to see if I can, then quitting to move on. I wanted to see if I could paint. So I did. it wasn't bad. I'm kinda done now. I wanted to learn to knit. I basically know how. I'm kinda done now. I wanted to learn how to build computers. I know how. I don't because it's boring. This is pretty much the story of my life. Ooh something shiny! Oh, ok, it's not so shiny now. Next! The hubby has lasted the longest of all my projects. Thank goodness marriage always changes. Hehe. Next!
Ok, so do I want to perpetuate the vicious cycle that is a meme? Tell ya what, if you wanna do it, feel free to do so and pop over to let me know so I can check it out. I've done the meme thing. I can do it fine. Need to find something else to do now. Guess I could work or something. :)
Hope everyone has a great day!
Update: Because I know everyone really wanted to know, I went back to the doctor today because I wasn't feeling well still. He yelled at me for going back to work too soon and I now have a urinary tract infection because of the previous medications. It's things like this that makes the baby Jesus cry. I can't. Stand. It.
I did get some stuff done but for the most part, concentrating on anything made me very nauseous. So what do I have to show for a week off? Well, I got the rest of the 40 squares done for my sister-in-law's afghan. Pictures? Hell no. I can't think of anything more boring than a picture of 34 small white squares. I did try to do the photo thing. They all turned out so pathetic looking. I even took pictures of the squares outside. Ya know, silly little squares frolicking in the warm Texas winter. It looked more like a crochet massacre happened in my front yard. The Texas Crochet Massacre, if you will. If they had been red squares, I could have shot a video and gone to the Sundance Film Festival with them. Revolting.
I also started another fun little project during my adventures in illness, but that has to wait for the next post. It really deserves it's own post in all it's cuteness. So for now, we'll head off to a meme! Yes, I got tagged and it's actually a fun little one. I was tagged by Angi and you really should go take a peek at her blog. Her banner is highly amusing. Ok, it might have been the drugs, so go check it out and report back, would ya?
***Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write a blog entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.***
Coming up with 5 is no big deal. Coming up with 5 I'm willing to admit to? Yeah. Whole new ballgame folks.
1.) I will sing to anything. I adore singing. I'm not great but I don't just suck ass at it either, but I will sing at every given opportunity. Fun little jingle on that commercial? Gonna sing it. If you play music I like during dinner, I will sit there and starve. Must sing. It's like the opposite of Pavlov's dog.
2.) I am terrified of doctors. Dentists? No problem. I get scared every time I have to go to the doctor, even if it's just for a checkup. Yep. Weird like that.
3.) I have to eat in order. I know I've discussed it before, but it's good an weird. I can't mix my food, and I don't mean it not touching. I mean I can't take a bite of one thing, then a bite of another. I have to eat all of my broccoli, then all of my corn, then all of my meat....yep. I even turn the plate so that whatever is next is in front of me.
4.) I like small spaces, but I hate being crowded. If I woke up in a coffin, I'd be fine. If I woke up in a closet, I'd be fine. If I woke up in the mall at Christmas time I'd have a panic attack after about 10 minutes because of all the people. And it's not that I don't like people, I just don't like being crowded by them. I have a very serious personal space issue.
5.)I am a quick learner but I have a very short attention span. This leads me to finding things I wanna learn to see if I can, then quitting to move on. I wanted to see if I could paint. So I did. it wasn't bad. I'm kinda done now. I wanted to learn to knit. I basically know how. I'm kinda done now. I wanted to learn how to build computers. I know how. I don't because it's boring. This is pretty much the story of my life. Ooh something shiny! Oh, ok, it's not so shiny now. Next! The hubby has lasted the longest of all my projects. Thank goodness marriage always changes. Hehe. Next!
Ok, so do I want to perpetuate the vicious cycle that is a meme? Tell ya what, if you wanna do it, feel free to do so and pop over to let me know so I can check it out. I've done the meme thing. I can do it fine. Need to find something else to do now. Guess I could work or something. :)
Hope everyone has a great day!
Update: Because I know everyone really wanted to know, I went back to the doctor today because I wasn't feeling well still. He yelled at me for going back to work too soon and I now have a urinary tract infection because of the previous medications. It's things like this that makes the baby Jesus cry. I can't. Stand. It.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
*Ahem*
This is what my G-mail account looks like today. Click on it for a larger, sadder image. This is the inbox that is supposed to be chock full of design ideas. Now, before you think that this is really sad, there are personal emails I have hidden in some other boxes, but none of them have designs attached to them. Yes, the deadline has been pushed back to the end of January, but I think we need some motivation. Remember the prizes involved? No? Well, they rock. You want them. Trust me on this. In fact, let me just recap the contest we are having here at Casa de la Stalker. Yep, this is just parts of the original post all over again. We'll be ok. Take my hand, no, not that one, it's holding the yarn. We'll get through this.
Original post:
Ok so here's the deal. We're going to have a contest at Casa de la Stalker. Yay!!! One of you lovely people will get to design the Stalkee gear. That's right! You heard me. I would like you guys to submit designs for the merchandise. It will be a small something on the front with something larger on the back. Is that vague enough? Hehe
What I had pictured (but then I have a sick mind) is something along the lines of a female figure, dressed in black, sneaking/tip-toeing along with a small black mask on. There should be yarn involved. But then again, that's just my mind. What says Stalker to you? What should the saying on the back be? All entries will be welcomed, but please try to keep them mostly family friendly. While I might find pornographic banners entertaining and worth a chuckle or 2, other folks may not. Also along the way, I am hoping to get a new sidebar button for the blog out of the deal. I know. I'm sneaky. So submissions will be front and back ideas for merchandise and/or a blog button.
Update: Multiple submissions for merchandise design and/or sidebar button are welcome. Feel free to submit as many designs as you would like.
As mentioned this is a contest. That means prizes! Yay!!! It's good ones too, let me tell ya.
1.) Winner of the merchandise design contest, will get a Stalkee gear T-shirt with their design on it, a set of 8 stitchmarkers made by me with their choice of colors, and a shopping spree of up to $35 at KnitPicks. That, my dear Stalkees, is quite a bit of yarn/patterns/books.
2.) Winner of the blog button contest will get a Stalkee gear mug and 2 skeins of the sock yarn of their choice from KnitPicks. If more than one button is used, all of the other submissions used will win a Stalkee gear mug. Buttons are for the sidebar. This isn't a banner sized thing. Think in terms of small please. :)
3.) Due to the upcoming holidays and the fact that people actually may have better things to do than to design stuff for me (I don't know what it would be, but there you have it), the deadline for designs is
4.) Please send all submissions to stalkerangie AT gmail DOT com. I think you can figure it out from there.
5.) For the merchandise, it will be through CafePress and they do have image guidelines. The following links should help with any questions you have on that end.
Beginners Image Workshop (A general FAQ on creating images for CafePress.)
Product Templates (A general idea of image sizes per product.)
If there are any questions, comments or you just think I'm off my gourd, shoot me an email or leave your email addy in the comments.
It's all about the prizes anyway. Hee
Monday, January 02, 2006
Happy New Year!
The Merriam-Webster Dictionary describes the word "Resolution" in the following manner:
1 : the act or process of reducing to simpler form: as a : the act of analyzing a complex notion into simpler ones b : the act of answering : SOLVING c : the act of determining d : the passing of a voice part from a dissonant to a consonant tone or the progression of a chord from dissonance to consonance e : the separating of a chemical compound or mixture into its constituents f (1) : the division of a prosodic element into its component parts (2) : the substitution in Greek or Latin prosody of two short syllables for a long syllable g : the analysis of a vector into two or more vectors of which it is the sum h : the process or capability of making distinguishable the individual parts of an object, closely adjacent optical images, or sources of light.
Huh?? Ummm....yeah. That is just way to confusing, but that's not why I swore off New Year's resolutions. If I resolve to lose weight, I will be bigger by June. If I resolve to quit smoking, I'll be up to 3 packs a day by August. I'm just one of those people. Stubborn and bull headed. Now, if you were to tell me that I would die in 3 months unless I took these pills, I'd take the pills. If you told me I had to take the pills or I would die, start the funeral preparations. I don't have to do anything. Yes, it seriously is that bad. Yes, it is retarded. I take direction well. I don't take orders worth a damn. Military was definitely never in my future.
Take for example, my early relationship with my dad. My dad believed in corporal punishment. He spanked us when we did wrong but he never took it too far. Now, he spanked my 2 older brothers well into their teens. He quit spanking me when I was 5-years-old. Not because I was his Little Princess, although I am, but because he was afraid he was gonna kill me. See, the boys had it down. Daddy spanked us until we cried because he felt if we cried, we realized we had done something wrong and he would give us time to calm down then have "the chat." (I hated that shit too. I always felt it was throwing mistakes back in my face.) The boys would let him get a good 2 or 3 swats in and then "burst into tears." They would then go to their rooms for a few minutes, then come out and apologize. Apologize! Brown-nosers.
Anyway, my brothers explained the system to me over and over. They didn't want me to die unless they got to do it themselves, and watching the battle between me and my dad was taxing on everyone in the household. Now, let me interject here that it was a rare occasion that I got a spanking. I was one of those kids that felt disappointing an adult was the worst thing that could happen. If you wanna be mad at me, fine. If you hate me, fine. If you're disappointed in me I'm crushed. So when I messed up, all you had to was tell me I had let you down and I would bend over backwards to fix it. Spanking me is downright dumb as hell. I was already upset. I always felt there was no need to add to it because nothing could make me feel worse than I was already feeling, so spankings really pissed me off.
Now, picture if you will, a little blond girl (cute as hell, I might add), quick to laugh, painfully polite to adults and thought Shirley Temple was the epitome of what all good little girls should be. Not a picture of rebellion, right? Yeah. Until I got bent over a knee. Then I would hear my brothers saying in my mind, "Angie, just cry! He'll stop as soon as you cry." Pfffft. I would not cry for him. In fact, not only would I not cry, I always took it one step too far. I turned my head and glared at him the entire time. I never said a word, I just glared. Which made him mad enough to actually hit harder. Which made me glare harder. This was a very vicious cycle. I remember my mom slapping my dad once to make him stop. I was the only one who ever made him lose it that bad. And I never cried during spankings. I always cried once I got to my room, but never in front of anyone. I really am that damnstubborn stupid stubborn.
Which brings us back around to why I don't do New Year's resolutions. I always break them. I guess subconsciously it feels like being told what to do. Yeah, it's silly and I psychoanalyze myself every time I do it. Anywho, so no resolutions for me. Ok, that took forever to get to, didn't it. Do you guys have any resolutions for the new year? Any of you have any strange psychotic reasons for not making resolutions? Any of you think I should seek therapy for many, many years to come?
Ya know, this post was supposed to be about things I learned over the last year. It turned into this. Who'da thunk?
Hope everyone has a greatday year!
*Update: I guess it was inevitable. I have a Frapper Map. I was suckered into it somehow. I am merely a sheep following blindly behind. Go put in a pin before you sheer me and turn me into a sweater.
1 : the act or process of reducing to simpler form: as a : the act of analyzing a complex notion into simpler ones b : the act of answering : SOLVING c : the act of determining d : the passing of a voice part from a dissonant to a consonant tone or the progression of a chord from dissonance to consonance e : the separating of a chemical compound or mixture into its constituents f (1) : the division of a prosodic element into its component parts (2) : the substitution in Greek or Latin prosody of two short syllables for a long syllable g : the analysis of a vector into two or more vectors of which it is the sum h : the process or capability of making distinguishable the individual parts of an object, closely adjacent optical images, or sources of light.
Huh?? Ummm....yeah. That is just way to confusing, but that's not why I swore off New Year's resolutions. If I resolve to lose weight, I will be bigger by June. If I resolve to quit smoking, I'll be up to 3 packs a day by August. I'm just one of those people. Stubborn and bull headed. Now, if you were to tell me that I would die in 3 months unless I took these pills, I'd take the pills. If you told me I had to take the pills or I would die, start the funeral preparations. I don't have to do anything. Yes, it seriously is that bad. Yes, it is retarded. I take direction well. I don't take orders worth a damn. Military was definitely never in my future.
Take for example, my early relationship with my dad. My dad believed in corporal punishment. He spanked us when we did wrong but he never took it too far. Now, he spanked my 2 older brothers well into their teens. He quit spanking me when I was 5-years-old. Not because I was his Little Princess, although I am, but because he was afraid he was gonna kill me. See, the boys had it down. Daddy spanked us until we cried because he felt if we cried, we realized we had done something wrong and he would give us time to calm down then have "the chat." (I hated that shit too. I always felt it was throwing mistakes back in my face.) The boys would let him get a good 2 or 3 swats in and then "burst into tears." They would then go to their rooms for a few minutes, then come out and apologize. Apologize! Brown-nosers.
Anyway, my brothers explained the system to me over and over. They didn't want me to die unless they got to do it themselves, and watching the battle between me and my dad was taxing on everyone in the household. Now, let me interject here that it was a rare occasion that I got a spanking. I was one of those kids that felt disappointing an adult was the worst thing that could happen. If you wanna be mad at me, fine. If you hate me, fine. If you're disappointed in me I'm crushed. So when I messed up, all you had to was tell me I had let you down and I would bend over backwards to fix it. Spanking me is downright dumb as hell. I was already upset. I always felt there was no need to add to it because nothing could make me feel worse than I was already feeling, so spankings really pissed me off.
Now, picture if you will, a little blond girl (cute as hell, I might add), quick to laugh, painfully polite to adults and thought Shirley Temple was the epitome of what all good little girls should be. Not a picture of rebellion, right? Yeah. Until I got bent over a knee. Then I would hear my brothers saying in my mind, "Angie, just cry! He'll stop as soon as you cry." Pfffft. I would not cry for him. In fact, not only would I not cry, I always took it one step too far. I turned my head and glared at him the entire time. I never said a word, I just glared. Which made him mad enough to actually hit harder. Which made me glare harder. This was a very vicious cycle. I remember my mom slapping my dad once to make him stop. I was the only one who ever made him lose it that bad. And I never cried during spankings. I always cried once I got to my room, but never in front of anyone. I really am that damn
Which brings us back around to why I don't do New Year's resolutions. I always break them. I guess subconsciously it feels like being told what to do. Yeah, it's silly and I psychoanalyze myself every time I do it. Anywho, so no resolutions for me. Ok, that took forever to get to, didn't it. Do you guys have any resolutions for the new year? Any of you have any strange psychotic reasons for not making resolutions? Any of you think I should seek therapy for many, many years to come?
Ya know, this post was supposed to be about things I learned over the last year. It turned into this. Who'da thunk?
Hope everyone has a great
*Update: I guess it was inevitable. I have a Frapper Map. I was suckered into it somehow. I am merely a sheep following blindly behind. Go put in a pin before you sheer me and turn me into a sweater.
Friday, December 30, 2005
I Win Neener Neener
Update: I am a horrible, horrible person. No, I really am. See, I wrote this post last night. I forgot to mention something and I should be shot. *cry* One of my very awesome Christmas gifts came from Christina over at Llama Llama Duck. Do I really need to link her? She's in every other post, I promise. Plus she's on the sidebar. Anywho, Christina sent me one of these for Christmas.
The saddest part? I had it on my wrist while blogging. And I forgot to write about it. I even forgot to take a picture of it. I'll be hiding under my desk and flogging myself with some cheap acrylic yarn if anyone needs me.
Ok, so Erin had this cute little contest on her blog about guessing Santa. I cheated and guessed twice so she made me pick one. I picked right. Yay me! She was sweet enough to ask me what I wanted and I responded with "Meh, I'm easy to please. I'm happy with a postcard!" Well, my prize was on my coffee table when I got home. Did I get a postcard? Hell no. What I got rocks so hard it isn't even funny. Ok, it is a bit funny. Plus, I got to take pictures of it with the new camera. Glee! Actually, all of the pictures in this post were taken with the new camera.* Shall we begin? Let's.
First off, I'm not sure if I liked the contents of the box or the box more. Erin is truly imaginative and the box just cracked me up. I giggled like an idiot. Why you ask? Because it was the perfect addressing for a Stalker.
The saddest part? I had it on my wrist while blogging. And I forgot to write about it. I even forgot to take a picture of it. I'll be hiding under my desk and flogging myself with some cheap acrylic yarn if anyone needs me.
Ok, so Erin had this cute little contest on her blog about guessing Santa. I cheated and guessed twice so she made me pick one. I picked right. Yay me! She was sweet enough to ask me what I wanted and I responded with "Meh, I'm easy to please. I'm happy with a postcard!" Well, my prize was on my coffee table when I got home. Did I get a postcard? Hell no. What I got rocks so hard it isn't even funny. Ok, it is a bit funny. Plus, I got to take pictures of it with the new camera. Glee! Actually, all of the pictures in this post were taken with the new camera.* Shall we begin? Let's.
First off, I'm not sure if I liked the contents of the box or the box more. Erin is truly imaginative and the box just cracked me up. I giggled like an idiot. Why you ask? Because it was the perfect addressing for a Stalker.
(Address erased to protect the not so innocent.)
Does that not rule?? A ransom note for the Stalker. Heehee! Next we have the contents. Hoo mama. I am a lucky girl.
That's a little bag and buttons from the Piddleloop Store (Adorable stuff, check it out)and the cutest little card. Click to enlarge as always. Under it? Oh that knit stuff? You don't wanna see that. Nah. No, seriously, you don't wanna see it. Ok fine. Erin also made me this. Oh. My. God.
That, my Dear Stalkees, is a hand-knit shawl. The color is beautiful and it's soooo freakin soft. I must have pet the darn thing for a good 10 minutes. Ok, I got a little teary-eyed, but we won't go there. Must have been some dust or something. Erin, it's gorgeous. I am truly touched and so completely unworthy. Did I mention it's soft? Oh, and ummm....It smells good too. hehe
On to the Christmas booty! No, I am not gonna show a picture of my booty on the blog. It was pirate talk. Geez, people. Anywho, I believe we have discussed in the past that T and I don't have any kids. (Yes, our initials are T & A. Yes, this makes me giggle. My brother and his wife are S & M. That makes my mother uncomfortable and makes me giggle more.) This means my folks have 3 grandkids (2 out of state) and T's folks don't have any grandkids. This means we still get to rake in all the presents at Christmas. This is the best birth control on the market. Yes, we have covered how selfish I am, let's not retrace our steps. So a picture of the pile of my gifts and the "grandpuppie's" gifts.
See the square white box on the right and the long box on the floor below it? Ball winder and swift, baybee. Score!! No, I don't have any photos of it out of the box because I don't have any place for it yet. That is Saturday's project. I am so excited. Yippee skippee! This means that the 23 skeins of cotton, alpaca and silk yarn I have for sweaters isn't quite so daunting any longer.
Now, my in-laws have a gorgeous home and the perfect place to try out the uber camera. First a picture of the Christmas tree, in a dark room, on the fireworks setting.
Pretty! Now a photo of the tree in a dark room with just the flash.
Yes, the tree is tied to the shutters. My in-laws have 2 cats that think the tree is there just for them to play in. Don't all cats think that? Meet Lola (she's 2) and Ilyushin (he is 16). Yes, even their cats match.
One of my mom's Christmas gift is still at my house. I'm guessing it is now a New Year's Gift. Works for me. It's a pillow with a story. On one of her trips up to see her dad, she brought back some things of my grandmother's for me. One of them was what looked to be an unfinished pillow. In the same bag was yarn she was using to make it. Mom asked me to finish it, and while it's a simple granny square, I had to make do with what yarn there was because all of this yarn is no longer made. I don't mean the colors have been discontinued. I mean the companies no longer exist. Some of this yarn is from the 40's, some from the 60's and some from the 70's. They don't make them or the colors anymore. Oh goody. A challenge. I also had to figure out which size hook she used and try to match her gauge. This is the results.
Yeah, I'm pretty proud of it. Mom is going to love it. One last photo to show off the camera skills. This is some of the stuff on my overflowing mantle, taken with the zoom from the couch. (It was Stalker Angie, in the living room, with the camera. Sorry. I had to.)
Look at the freakin detail! You can even see the dragons scales. I am so impressed. Oh the dragons? Those are 2 little kissing dragons. They were the cake toppers on my wedding cake. I am such a dork. *giggle*
Hope everyone has a great day!
*No cameras or items were harmed in the making of this post.
P.S. Everytime I use the word "freakin," the spellcheck wants to replace it with the word "foreskin." This would totally change my posting style. Hehe
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Exploding Stalker
My living room has exploded. Rather, Santa exploded all over my living room. I can't find my loveseat. I know it's in the room, but it seems to be buried under this mound of boxes, baskets and bags. T and I got so much at Christmas I need a storage building. His parents and mine always go a little overboard since there are no grandkids for his folks and only 3 for mine. This makes for groovy Christmases for the older "kids", namely, us.
My dining room has exploded. Rather, my dogs have exploded all over my dining room. Sometime between Friday and Christmas day, my dogs decided outside was not a necessity. They quit asking to be let out. This is so unlike my dogs. Now the Demon Dog never minded where she went, but my 3 babies have always begged to be let out. I got home Saturday night from our Christmas With The In-Laws, and there were these little.....presents....all over one half of the room. The other half looked like they had dragged all of their toys and plopped them all into a pile. It was insane. They have been fussed at. The "presents" have been exchanged for a cleaner carpet. The treats have all been put away as punishment. That will surely teach them. At least they rediscovered the great outdoors again. Ugh.
Ye Olde Stalker has exploded. Rather, no, wait. Nothing exploded all over me. Eww. And I only feel as if I should be exploding. There was soooooooooo much food over the weekend. It was nuts. There were 4 of us at my MIL's and she cooked for like, 9. I swear. Then there were 6 of us at my folks house. My mom cooked for 12. I went to the other Mom's (of the adopted family) house and we pigged out there. Every house had too much food for dinner, every house had appetizers and what T calls "grazing material", and every house sent food home with us. Large quantities of it. We could feed 12 people on everything we brought home. There's 2 of us. The puppies would love to help, but they don't get table food.
Now, there has been some interest in the comments about the new kick ass camera T got me for Christmas. Well, here's the info for it and a picture of what it looks like.
Yes, I love it. Yes there is way too many pictures on it already. No, I don't have any of them loaded. Cuz I'm lazy dammit! You know this! You've read this blog how long now? Been stalked by me how long? I will have photos for Friday. I have a few gifts from Christmas that I must share with the blog world because they rock too hard to keep to myself. My MIL got me exactly what I wanted and Dear Stalkee Christina sent me something oh so wonderful to have....hell, I may update later tonight so I can share quicker. Glee! So, if your camera is dying, I recommend this one so much it's ridiculous. It has a fireworks mode. Yeah. If this camera were a man, I'd so cheat on T. Ok, maybe not, but I would be tempted for the first time ever. Hell, if this camera were a woman I'd still have some very naughty thoughts. It. Rocks. That. Much. You'll see. I'm gonna prove it to you.
Until then, Hope everyone has a great day!!
My dining room has exploded. Rather, my dogs have exploded all over my dining room. Sometime between Friday and Christmas day, my dogs decided outside was not a necessity. They quit asking to be let out. This is so unlike my dogs. Now the Demon Dog never minded where she went, but my 3 babies have always begged to be let out. I got home Saturday night from our Christmas With The In-Laws, and there were these little.....presents....all over one half of the room. The other half looked like they had dragged all of their toys and plopped them all into a pile. It was insane. They have been fussed at. The "presents" have been exchanged for a cleaner carpet. The treats have all been put away as punishment. That will surely teach them. At least they rediscovered the great outdoors again. Ugh.
Ye Olde Stalker has exploded. Rather, no, wait. Nothing exploded all over me. Eww. And I only feel as if I should be exploding. There was soooooooooo much food over the weekend. It was nuts. There were 4 of us at my MIL's and she cooked for like, 9. I swear. Then there were 6 of us at my folks house. My mom cooked for 12. I went to the other Mom's (of the adopted family) house and we pigged out there. Every house had too much food for dinner, every house had appetizers and what T calls "grazing material", and every house sent food home with us. Large quantities of it. We could feed 12 people on everything we brought home. There's 2 of us. The puppies would love to help, but they don't get table food.
Now, there has been some interest in the comments about the new kick ass camera T got me for Christmas. Well, here's the info for it and a picture of what it looks like.
Yes, I love it. Yes there is way too many pictures on it already. No, I don't have any of them loaded. Cuz I'm lazy dammit! You know this! You've read this blog how long now? Been stalked by me how long? I will have photos for Friday. I have a few gifts from Christmas that I must share with the blog world because they rock too hard to keep to myself. My MIL got me exactly what I wanted and Dear Stalkee Christina sent me something oh so wonderful to have....hell, I may update later tonight so I can share quicker. Glee! So, if your camera is dying, I recommend this one so much it's ridiculous. It has a fireworks mode. Yeah. If this camera were a man, I'd so cheat on T. Ok, maybe not, but I would be tempted for the first time ever. Hell, if this camera were a woman I'd still have some very naughty thoughts. It. Rocks. That. Much. You'll see. I'm gonna prove it to you.Until then, Hope everyone has a great day!!
Friday, December 23, 2005
This is not the post you seek
I've been working on a post since December 9th. It's long. It involves a ton of pictures. This is not that post. Allow me to explain. December 9th would have been my Grandmother's birthday. She passed away almost 2 years ago on February 13th. The very long post is about her, some of her finished objects and about the person she is. It's definitely a tribute to her, and yet working on it has been very painful. I still plan to post it, but not today. Reading it still reduces me to tears and I'm not ready to share her yet. Yeah, I'm being selfish and I promise it won't be the last time. Instead, I'm going to have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year with all 3 of my families.
Also, I have a ton of pictures for posts now because Stalker Momma got a new camera that freakin rocks. (Do I have any of them uploaded? Hell no.) 5.0 megapixels with a 10x zoom. This thing has a fireworks setting! A museum setting! Plus it sounds like an old fashioned 35mm when you take a photo. Oh yeah, I'm a happy girl. I'll be watching my holidays unfold through the view screen in the back. Heehee!
Until next time, my Dear Stalkees, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays, Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel, and Happy New Year. Whatever it is you celebrate at this time of year, I hope you get what we all hope for.
Also, I have a ton of pictures for posts now because Stalker Momma got a new camera that freakin rocks. (Do I have any of them uploaded? Hell no.) 5.0 megapixels with a 10x zoom. This thing has a fireworks setting! A museum setting! Plus it sounds like an old fashioned 35mm when you take a photo. Oh yeah, I'm a happy girl. I'll be watching my holidays unfold through the view screen in the back. Heehee!
Until next time, my Dear Stalkees, Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Holidays, Feliz Navidad, Joyeux Noel, and Happy New Year. Whatever it is you celebrate at this time of year, I hope you get what we all hope for.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Extension
Is it just me or is everyone going nuts this year? Christmas found a way to sneak up on us all, I think. I don't know how. We had Halloween. We had Thanksgiving. Everyone knows Christmas comes right after, and yet we all seemed to be deer in the headlights thinking "Well where the hell did that come from?" I have one day to get all of my work gifts together and the cards signed. That means I have to do it tonight. I have 2 days to get the in-laws stuff wrapped. 3 days to get my family's stuff wrapped, and 4 days to get my other family's stuff wrapped. My kitchen is a mess *shudder* and I have to cook something for each Christmas dinner. I need to do laundry. All 3 dogs need a bath. And their nails clipped. I need my toe nails clipped. It's amazing how the list just piles up there. Who are you again? Oh! Yes. Right. Extensions.
The previous rant was not to prove that my next 4 days suck worse than your next 4 days. Nay, friends. Indeed it was to announce that I have come to my senses and have decided to extend the deadline for the contest. With all of the holiday madness, it's silly to expect people to have any time to do something for a contest. The deadline is now January 30th. This will get us past the holidays and give something fun to do before tax season hits. *yurk* You can go here for contest details.
Hope everyone has a great day!
The previous rant was not to prove that my next 4 days suck worse than your next 4 days. Nay, friends. Indeed it was to announce that I have come to my senses and have decided to extend the deadline for the contest. With all of the holiday madness, it's silly to expect people to have any time to do something for a contest. The deadline is now January 30th. This will get us past the holidays and give something fun to do before tax season hits. *yurk* You can go here for contest details.
Hope everyone has a great day!
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Why The Stalker Isn't Allowed In Public
Hi ho everyone! It's ye olde Slacker Stalker apologizing for missing the past week. And a day. Let's not get picky. Usually I take a few minutes in the morning, load my photos and then blog on a break at work. Well the past week has held no breaks for me and home life has all been about presents, wrapping, cooking, baking, feeding dogs, working and getting ready for the Nutcracker in Houston.
Yes, the camera was found and photos were taken. It's difficult to take photos of yourself in a dress, so I had to hand the camera over to someone else and I think they were drunk. Ok, I really can't complain. The few I took look as if I was drunk too. But I had reason. Really.
The plan for Saturday was:
7 am. Crawl my sleepy arse out of bed. Enjoy coffee, time with the hubby, time with the puppies, a nice long shower with leg shaving involved and then get dressed for the drive.
9:30 am. Head out the door and to the salon to have my hair done. Nothing major, just curls down my back. Ok, tamer curls than I usually have. Enjoy being spoiled.
10:30 - 11 am. Drive to Houston.
Noon. Arrive in Houston. Make gingerbread house with the family I went with. Get ready with plenty of time to spare.
4:30 pm. Head for dinner looking glamorous and woo every man in sight with my beauty.
6:30 pm. Head for Wortham Theatre and woo every man in sight with my beauty. Enjoy Nutcracker. Head home.
This is NOT how my day went. Don't get me wrong, I had a fabulous evening and got to spend some fun time with some very good (if decidedly odd) friends. MY day went a little more along these lines:
7 am. Roll over, shut off screaming alarm and go back to sleep.
9:30 am. Drag my tired arse out of bed. (Did I ever mention how little willpower I have against my bed once I am in it? My willpower is miniscule.) Get coffee and think of how much I actually need to do before I can leave.
10:30 am. Hope in shower for the world's fastest shower by a female ever. Pack clothes for the evening. Find makeup. Pack makeup. Find camera. Pack camera. Grab dress, shoes and cape from the spare bedroom and lay them on the sofa for transport to the car. Shoo dogs away from dress they so desperately need to lay on. Pack everything into the car.
12 pm. Head for the salon to get my hair done.
12:05 pm. Head home to grab Christmas gifts sitting in living room for the family I am heading towards.
12:15 pm. Head for the salon to get my hair done.
1:30 pm. Head for Houston.
1:31 pm. Stop for gas because I only have a quarter tank.
2:45 pm. Arrive at friends house. Sit and chat while everyone takes showers since they are running a bit behind as well.
4:00 pm. Realize everyone else is running around getting dressed and I am still in jogging pants and house shoes. Get make up on and get dressed.
4:45 pm. Head for Dinner at La Strada in Houston. Mmmmmm....tasty. Realize the waiter is flirting with me by leaning over me to get to friend's glass to refill it and by getting an eyefull of boobage as he does so. Begin glaring at the waiter. Waiter brushes AGAINST ME as he reaches over for friends water. Tell friends if waiter boy does it again, nice restaurant or not, I am stabbing him in the groin.
6:30 pm. Head for the Nutcracker. Stand around looking nice (No, not glamorous but we did our best.) and while turning to head for the auditorium, break heel of left shoe. Walk a smidge funny trying to favor left leg due to broken heel. Realize our nice box seats are 3 flights of very narrow steep stairs down. Take shoes off entirely to keep from breaking neck. Enjoy ballet.
Afterwards we ran around (Me without my shoes. In Public. My mother is getting chills right now for no reason she knows of.) and took pictures like drunken tourists. This first blurry shot is the humongo wreath they had in the atrium.
Next we have a shot of the lovely Christmas tree they had out.
Here's a shot of all of us, post ballet, in front of the lovely Christmas tree. From the left, it's Pam, myself, Beth behind me in red, Jessica and Von, Pam's hubby, looking like Cousin Guido. We teased the poor guy all night.
Next is the big ass gingerbread house they had there. It's made with little gingerbread man cookies. It was pretty awesome.
After running around the Wortham sans shoes, we headed off to Katz's for dessert. Yes, there is a famous Katz's in New York. This one was started by his son. Then it was back to their place for gift exchanges, of which I have no photos because I am a dunder head.
Next is photo of me, out of costume of any sort, hair off my neck and back (that shit gets hot people, let me tell ya.) Exhausted to the point of giddiness.
I then gathered my things, old and new, and headed home. I obviously made it fine. Despite the shoe breaking, the steep narrow stairs my legs are STILL recovering from and being so far from being on time for anything that day, it was a very lovely time.
Update: Yes, I had an absolute blast! As far as the cape, you'd think I'd be afraid to take it off. People kept trying to take it from me. Alas, no pictures of the cape. If I have to I will have a picture taken of just the cape. I'm thinking of just wearing it for winter over a jacket. It's really warm. And Norma Dear, I swear on all things wooly, the shoe really broke. I need to take a picture of it. lol
Yes, the camera was found and photos were taken. It's difficult to take photos of yourself in a dress, so I had to hand the camera over to someone else and I think they were drunk. Ok, I really can't complain. The few I took look as if I was drunk too. But I had reason. Really.
The plan for Saturday was:
7 am. Crawl my sleepy arse out of bed. Enjoy coffee, time with the hubby, time with the puppies, a nice long shower with leg shaving involved and then get dressed for the drive.
9:30 am. Head out the door and to the salon to have my hair done. Nothing major, just curls down my back. Ok, tamer curls than I usually have. Enjoy being spoiled.
10:30 - 11 am. Drive to Houston.
Noon. Arrive in Houston. Make gingerbread house with the family I went with. Get ready with plenty of time to spare.
4:30 pm. Head for dinner looking glamorous and woo every man in sight with my beauty.
6:30 pm. Head for Wortham Theatre and woo every man in sight with my beauty. Enjoy Nutcracker. Head home.
This is NOT how my day went. Don't get me wrong, I had a fabulous evening and got to spend some fun time with some very good (if decidedly odd) friends. MY day went a little more along these lines:
7 am. Roll over, shut off screaming alarm and go back to sleep.
9:30 am. Drag my tired arse out of bed. (Did I ever mention how little willpower I have against my bed once I am in it? My willpower is miniscule.) Get coffee and think of how much I actually need to do before I can leave.
10:30 am. Hope in shower for the world's fastest shower by a female ever. Pack clothes for the evening. Find makeup. Pack makeup. Find camera. Pack camera. Grab dress, shoes and cape from the spare bedroom and lay them on the sofa for transport to the car. Shoo dogs away from dress they so desperately need to lay on. Pack everything into the car.
12 pm. Head for the salon to get my hair done.
12:05 pm. Head home to grab Christmas gifts sitting in living room for the family I am heading towards.
12:15 pm. Head for the salon to get my hair done.
1:30 pm. Head for Houston.
1:31 pm. Stop for gas because I only have a quarter tank.
2:45 pm. Arrive at friends house. Sit and chat while everyone takes showers since they are running a bit behind as well.
4:00 pm. Realize everyone else is running around getting dressed and I am still in jogging pants and house shoes. Get make up on and get dressed.
4:45 pm. Head for Dinner at La Strada in Houston. Mmmmmm....tasty. Realize the waiter is flirting with me by leaning over me to get to friend's glass to refill it and by getting an eyefull of boobage as he does so. Begin glaring at the waiter. Waiter brushes AGAINST ME as he reaches over for friends water. Tell friends if waiter boy does it again, nice restaurant or not, I am stabbing him in the groin.
6:30 pm. Head for the Nutcracker. Stand around looking nice (No, not glamorous but we did our best.) and while turning to head for the auditorium, break heel of left shoe. Walk a smidge funny trying to favor left leg due to broken heel. Realize our nice box seats are 3 flights of very narrow steep stairs down. Take shoes off entirely to keep from breaking neck. Enjoy ballet.
Afterwards we ran around (Me without my shoes. In Public. My mother is getting chills right now for no reason she knows of.) and took pictures like drunken tourists. This first blurry shot is the humongo wreath they had in the atrium.
Next we have a shot of the lovely Christmas tree they had out.
Here's a shot of all of us, post ballet, in front of the lovely Christmas tree. From the left, it's Pam, myself, Beth behind me in red, Jessica and Von, Pam's hubby, looking like Cousin Guido. We teased the poor guy all night.
Next is the big ass gingerbread house they had there. It's made with little gingerbread man cookies. It was pretty awesome.
After running around the Wortham sans shoes, we headed off to Katz's for dessert. Yes, there is a famous Katz's in New York. This one was started by his son. Then it was back to their place for gift exchanges, of which I have no photos because I am a dunder head.Next is photo of me, out of costume of any sort, hair off my neck and back (that shit gets hot people, let me tell ya.) Exhausted to the point of giddiness.
I then gathered my things, old and new, and headed home. I obviously made it fine. Despite the shoe breaking, the steep narrow stairs my legs are STILL recovering from and being so far from being on time for anything that day, it was a very lovely time.
Update: Yes, I had an absolute blast! As far as the cape, you'd think I'd be afraid to take it off. People kept trying to take it from me. Alas, no pictures of the cape. If I have to I will have a picture taken of just the cape. I'm thinking of just wearing it for winter over a jacket. It's really warm. And Norma Dear, I swear on all things wooly, the shoe really broke. I need to take a picture of it. lol
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