I'm going knitting tonight!
Just called and reserved my spot at my local yarn store for tonight's Knit Nite.
The yarn store, if I haven't mentioned before, is only 3 minutes away from my house.
I know, I'm bragging. But 3 minutes, people. How friggin cool is that?
That's right. It's awesome.
Ok I'm off!
Miss Maggie.
She's 13 1/2 weeks old now and has grown about 3 1/2" since we got her. My goodness, she's really sprouting.
Her legs? Ya. Long. She's all kinds of gangly.
It was really hard to get a good pic of her because everytime I'd kneel down on the floor to take one, she'd come over to cuddle. (She still has to lay on my lap or near it if I'm anywhere near the floor.) Had to just settle for taking this pic standing up looking down at her. Which distorts her size and alters perspective. Oh well. At least she sat still long enough.
And here's my Sam looking every bit the powerful and robust Rottie that she is.
Ahem, yea, immediately after this shot she came over and planted a huge lick on my cheek.
Good times.
Karen asked me to post a new pic of Mags. So you get two for one today!
Apparently I like to torture myself.
And my newest form of torture is knitted lace.
Nah, actually it's not that bad. I've gone through three pattern repeats so far and I like the way it looks.
Here's the full progress so far:
So I had this yarn that started to become a Clapotis, but after about 2/3 of the way through the pattern, the yarn told me it didn't like that pattern. So I bought different yarn for Clappy and told this yarn to think about what it would instead like to be.
It took a while, and sat pouting in ball form for over a month.
And then about a week ago it came to me with the absurd idea of being something pretty. Something airy. Something lacy.
To which I immediately responded, "Have you lost your mind?"
But, to show I'm not against the yarn choosing its own project, I started looking for a lace pattern that I liked and that wouldn't kill me in the process.
Um, yea. That's harder than it looks. There are a lot of great free patterns on the internet, but none really struck me. (Well, there was this one, but wow, when swatching for it I realized that particular pattern was a tidge over my head. Someday, though.)
I didn't want to buy a book on it just in case it turns out that I don't enjoy knitting lace and then I'd be out the money for said book.
Finally, I found a pattern. I looked it over, swatched, adjusted it for the size I wanted, and started in last night.
It's going pretty well. I've only had to tink back twice and each time was only about 15 stitches or so. And let me just say, lifelines are you friend. I haven't had to rip back to one yet, but it does lend a loving security blanket in the scary depths of lace knitting.
It sure looks like a bunch of crap when it's still in the knitting stages, doesn't it? In the first two photos, it's lightly pinned so you can see the pattern. But in this pic, it shows what it looks like all the time. A pretty nasty bit of stitches and holes, almost seeming to have no rhyme or reason.
I sure hope it's worth it.
And look at that - blocking was a success!
It no longer smells of funk.
In fact, it smells a bit of Chanel No. 5.
(That could be because I sprayed it with my perfume. I did that so that while it's wrapped around my neck I wouldn't smell the funk. And more importantly, no one else would, either.)
Isn't it pretty?
Check out those corners! I'm totally amazed by the blocking process. I was able to produce corners where there were none and change the shape of this from awkward parallelogram to perfect rectangle.
I'm simply in awe.
This is the first project I've blocked - the first I've really had to block.
And other than the ... ahem ... odor, I can't imagine not doing it on further projects.
It's so light and airy, yet warm and cuddly at the same time. I can't wait to wear this.
Baby Alpaca lets off the most pungent odor when wet.
Gah.
I wish now I'd had a better ventilated area for this. I'm not keen on all of my clothes smelling like... well whatever funk is coming out of Clapotis right now.
Four-hundred and four pins, to be exact. Delicately and intricately distanced to perfectly shape my beautiful Clapotis.
My back is killing me.
Ahem.
Excuse my stuff. The only room that I can do this in where Maggie won't get to it is my closet. So there you have all my crap. How embarrassing. Hopefully my next blocking project won't take up more than 5 feet of floor space.
I went to JoAnn's a couple of days ago looking for a blocking board or something that would work for this process.
After wandering around the store not finding much of anything, I stumbled upon this Perfect Press by June Tailor. It folds up for easy storage (man I sound like an infomercial) and it was a great price. Success!
Oh, and it worked too. Unfortunately it was about 6" too short for Clappy, but I improvised (read: garbage bag with towels over it.)
Hey, whatever works, right?
I have yet to actually spritz it though. That's kind of hard to do without a spray bottle for said spritzing. More shopping.
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On a sad note, I just want to say that my heart goes out to Brandy.
Clapotis is done!!
I finished it yesterday afternoon. Next will be pinning it to shape, then spritzing. That should be an adventure!
Details:
Pattern: Clapotis, Kate Gilbert
Yarn: Misti Alpaca
Needles: Clover Bamboo US9 (5.5mm), 16" circular
Started: December 17, 2006
Finished: January 23, 2007
Another view:
You just wait till I block it. *wink* I promise a better picture then.
And!! Get ready -- I had not one but TWO finished objects yesterday! How productive am I?
This originally started off as a hat for me, but it came out a little small. I'm going to send it to my niece, who has almost grown out of the one I made for her back in November.
Details:
Pattern: Braided Hat Pattern, Anise
Yarn: Classic Elite Princess, Cream (2 strands)
Needles: Clover Bamboo US10 (6mm), 16" circular
Started: November 10, 2006
Finished: January 23, 2007
I love cables! And these braided cables are so fun to do.
I bought Scarf Style yesterday. There are tons of beautiful scarves in there that I can't wait to make. Yet what did I buy yarn for and cast on last night? A mini Lady Eleanor.
I know, I know. I just can't seem to get the Entrelac Monkey to leave me alone yet.
I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit. I want to knit.
UGGGGH!
I haven't played with yarn in days. I haven't bought new yarn in a few weeks. I haven't been inside or anywhere near a yarn store in weeks.
I miss my knitting needles. I miss my yarn. I miss my time alone to myself to enjoy the skill of creating something.
I love Maggie, but I do look forward to when she's quite grown up and won't need constant attention.
I want to knit.
I moved to Minnesota, right? Where it's cold (currently 20° F) and snowy (we've got about 5 inches on the ground.)
Ok, that doesn't exactly sound like the atmosphere where one would see tumbleweed blowing down the street, right??
Take a minute to digest that.
Tumbleweed.
I've lived in four states (one of them was in the South-Central region) and I've never in my life seen tumbleweed. But after living here in Minnesota for less than two months, I've seen it twice.
Twice.
Let's back up.
A few weeks ago, I'm driving home after shopping. I see ... something ... floating across the road. My eyes and brain recognize it as tumbleweed but logically I don't believe it because this is Minnesota. I mean, tumbleweed in Minnesota?
So I promptly put that in the back of my mind (read: forget about it) and go on my merry way.
Jumping back to present.
I'm driving my son home from school enjoying the silent majesty of a Winter's Morn (well, not really silent as there's traffic and my son and I are singing at the top of our lungs to Sheryl Crow's "Real Gone" from Cars, but let's ignore those little details as they mess up the story) when what do I see before me but an enormous tumbleweed flitting across the road.
And just to clarify, when I say enormous I mean like the size of a friggin Christmas tree. No exaggeration. I looked for a trunk to see if it was in fact a very yellow and dried up Christmas tree, but no, it was definitely just a bunch of twigs and whatnot all bound and wound together happily floating along the crisp Minnesota landscape without a care in the world.
What?!
As I watched this enormous blob of sticks float right past the hood of my truck I seriously started to question my sanity.
I mean, isn't that typically something one sees say, in the middle of a hot, scorching climate somewhere? Surely not here in the dead of Winter with snow and crisp air.
I wish I'd have had my camera.
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On a side note: Have ya'll seen Cars? Absolutely great movie. My 4 year old got it for Christmas and watches it every day.
And these little guys? Luigi and Guido? Best characters in the movie, in my opinion.
Now if I had seen them floating across the road I really would have thought I lost it.
Our sources sat down with an exclusive interview with Clapotis in the making.
TLOM: So, Clappy, may we call you Clappy?
C: Sure.
TLOM: Great. So, Clappy, how long have you been in the making?
C: Well, officially I guess about 3 weeks. At first I was being put together pretty quickly but I've had a nice vacation recently.
TLOM: How do you like the yarn choice?
C: It's great! It's really soft and the colors accent my beautiful shape perfectly.
TLOM: Wow, you're not shy at all, are you?
C: Good heavens, no. Have you seen how many of me there are out there?
TLOM: Ok, tell us more about you.
C: I'm about 2/3 of the way finished, I believe. My dropped stitches are looking lovely and I'm sure after knitting is complete I'll be soaked in a nice bath and then blocked. That's where my true beauty will come shining through.
TLOM: Are you having any trouble working with your team of yarn and needles?
C: Not a bit. They get along well. There were some issues at first with stitch markers. The ones we started off with were hard, arrogant, and completely horrid to work with. We fired them and found some new markers that promised to be soft and reliable. They're working out famously.
TLOM: Sounds like you've got it all figured out. Anything more you'd like to tell us?
C: No. I really have to go. There's a hat in the bag with me that's competing for my attention right now. I have to show how pretty I am so I can get some progress on me. Thanks.
My butthead husband dragged me up here to Minnesota then went to Florida and left me with two kids, two dogs, and sub-zero temperatures.
And all I got were these lousy shirts.
I mean, come on.
I've been trying to think over the last 12 days what New Year's Resolutions I would torture myself with, er, make this year. I think I finally came up with it.
I'm not going to make any.
Seriously.
I mean, what's the point? I never stick with any of them. All they've ever done is make me feel guilty once I break them. And who needs more self-appointed guilt? I sure don't.
An example of past resolutions that I never stuck with.
- When I was 9:
I resolved to say "Rabbit Rabbit Rabbit" the second I woke up on the 1st day of every month. My grandfather had told me if you do this, it will bring you good luck. Yea, I think I remembered all of one time.
- When I was 12:
I resolved to write in my diary every day about things that were going on in my life. You should see how many days I skipped.
- When I was 14:
I resolved that I would only date nice guys. Er, yea. I dated a lot of Shits.
- When I was 18:
I resolved that I would never, ever have kids. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA
- When I was 22:
I resolved that I would never get married again. I'm so VERY glad that I broke this one when I was 25.
- When I was 25:
I resolved that I would stop yelling at my kids. ... Excuse me... I need a tissue. I just laughed so hard I cried.
- When I was 26:
I resolved to take a picture every day and post it on my photo site. I actually kept this one.
- When I was 28:
I resolved that I would ... hmmm... I don't remember what resolution I made last year. Probably didn't.
So there you have it. Past resolutions that I never kept. (Well except the Photo-A-Day one. I'm proud I kept that one.)
To those of you who DO keep yours - I so admire you.
Aren't they sweet?
Things are going well as far as adjustment goes. Our older dog, Sam, is getting used to the new puppy. She even let Maggie nap with her last night!
My Sam is about as good a dog as you can get. She's such a sweetheart and will do anything to please us. She loves my sons desperately and is such a good sport about some of the things they do to her. (She's been stepped on, sat on, laid on, poked, pulled, you get the idea.) Still she never does anything more but look at them, then lay her head back down.
She certainly does not fit the horrible stereotypical image of the Rottweiler. Granted, I know, there are mean Rotties out there, and that's unfortunate. They have to be trained to be that way. Rottweiler natural temperament and personality is loving, sweet, and loyal.
And believe me, she's exactly those things.
Oh, and an affection whore. Yup, I said it. She will literally nudge and bully her way into trying to sit on my lap, and she loves to come over and rest her head on my shoulder (her way of giving me a hug.) I've had several dogs in my lifetime and my Sam is the best dog I've ever had, hands down. I'll miss her when she passes.
We were worried about what bringing a new puppy into the household would do to Sam. I expected the growling and the aloofness toward the puppy, both of which we've seen. But I didn't expect her to start to like her so early. That so makes me happy. Being that Sam is 10 years old with some health issues, I'm glad to see that this didn't stress her to where she'd start to fail.
I warned my husband and sons that if Sam's health suffered because of the new puppy, or if they just couldn't get along, we'd have to find another home for Maggie. Sam's been with me since she was just a baby and has a well established place in my heart, the hearts of my husband and sons, and in our home. Nothing will threaten that position. The puppy, however, is not as indispensable as Sam and would certainly adjust to a new family if necessary.
Fortunately, things are going better than I'd hoped and I think Maggie has found herself a home here.
And for today, I give you lots of puppy goodness!
That's all for now - I have to see what she's gotten herself into!
**edited to add this for Karen:**
Thanks, Karen!
Ok, as for the difficulty:
It's really not that bad as long as you know what you're walking into. Puppies require a lot of work and a lot of love. BUT it's totally worth it. You have a companion who is loyal and loving - and they are that way almost right from the start.
Maggie's very eager to please us and responds well to praise. When necessary, she responds quickly to a sharp, loud, and firm "NO!"
She has peed in the house a few times, yes, and pooed inside twice, but she's done these things OUTside far more. After only two days of working on housetraining, she's already learned that if she goes by the door, she'll be let out to go potty.
Granted, if I don't see her there right away, she'll go ahead and go inside... little puppies can only hold it so long.
The easiest ways to housebreak are:
- As soon as the puppy gets up from a nap, IMMEDIATELY take them outside to go potty (and when they're this young, it's even better just to pick them up and carry them outside, that way they don't get distracted by smells and eliminate inside.)
- About 10 minutes after they eat, they will need to go outside to poo. After all, what goes in, must come out.
- They will most likely need to go potty after play time or if they've just had something to drink. Both of these activities send messages to their bladders.
The sleeping part has actually gotten better as the nights have gone by.
We're using the Crate Traning method with Maggie. This helps in many ways. She's got an area that's all hers where she can go to feel safe and it also helps keep her out of things when we're not around. Also, it's good for house training because dogs (blessed creatures that they are) do not believe in peeing or pooing where they sleep. (Unless you leave them there too long, then they just can't help it.)
The first night we had her, she cried and whined (and even barked) for about 5 minutes after being put in her crate for the night. My husband (who's never had a puppy before) didn't get this. I explained that dogs are pack animals and that Maggie came from a litter of 10. She and her brothers and sisters all slept in one big pile all over one another. So that first night with us here was the first time she'd ever slept alone. She didn't like the sensation and the whining was a protest. I told him she'd stop and eventually go to sleep. She did.
The second night, she only whined for a couple of minutes, and it was really more of a half-hearted effort.
Last night, she barely let out a small cry, then went to sleep.
We bought her all kinds of chew toys to play with and each time she tries to mouth and chew on something she's not supposed to have, we tell her a firm "NO!" and then give her one of her chew toys. When she starts to chew on that, we praise her. So far, she hasn't eaten anything she's not supposed to. But I also keep a keen eye on her when she's awake because I don't want my furniture destroyed by teeth.
She is learning what "No Bite!" means. Each time she tries to mouth on our fingers, or any other part of us, we'll use this command. I told my sons (and husband) it has to be the same command every time or she'll get confused. Consistency is very important with puppies.
She loves to lay near me and chew on her toys and when she's tired, she'll plop herself down on my lap, or as close as possible, and pass out.
She eats three times a day, just like we do, and each time, I sit next to her and pet her while she eats. I'm doing this because I don't want her to be one of those dogs who is so territorial about their food that they snarl if anyone comes near them while eating. I want her to be well adjusted enough to where I don't have to be afraid if my kids walk past her while she's eating.
She seems to prefer this and actually will stop eating and come find me if I walk away from her after I've put the food in her bowl.
It's a very rewarding experience raising a puppy. Sure it's got its hard parts, but it's worth it.
I hope this helps!
Look at our new baby!
She's a 10 week old Black Lab puppy that we bought earlier this afternoon. Is she not the sweetest?? She's got a great temperament and absolutely adores the boys.
And our Rottweiler, Sam. Maggie lurrrrves Sam. Sam on the other hand? Well, she's 10 years old. She wants to like Maggie, but on her own terms.
I think their first exchange went something like this:
(sniffing butts)
Sam: Look, scrappy, I'm going to lay down some rules. Don't touch my food.
Maggie: Ok!
Sam: Oh and those toys they bought you? Yea, those are all mine now. I'm the older dog, I get all the toys.
Maggie: But, but, they're mine! That new squeaky ball? It looks like so much fu--
Sam: Forget it kid. I said their mine, and I've got bigger teeth. I'll eat you if I have to.
Maggie: Ok, but, can I play with it just a little? Like when you're sleeping?
Sam: Sure.
Maggie: Really??
Sam: NO! Gee you fell for that one didn't you? Ohhh you and I are going to have so much fun together.
Maggie: Uh oh, I think I'm in for it. (thinking in her head: I sure hope I get bigger than you.)
You ever have one of those days where one of your friends is emotionally hurting so badly and you just want to take their pain away?
Yea, today's that day for me. Brandy and I talked earlier and I could just hear all of the pain, exhaustion, and helplessness she's going through in her voice. I can't go into detail about it because it's her story to tell, not mine. I will say for her though, that she's really busy with personal things right now, but hopes to be back into the swing of things soon. Maybe drop her a line and tell her you're thinking about her?
When we hung up, I knew I wanted to blog something for her, but not sure what. Then I took a "walk" through some of my older photo albums from a few years ago and found two totally crazy pictures that I hope will bring a smile to her face.
Are you ready, Brandy??
Woohoo, baby! Get down with your disco self.
(Don't ask how this photo was taken - it was a long and tedious process and it's boring to read.)
One of my favorite movies is "Saturday Night Fever" with none other than the very talented (and YOUNG at the time of production) John Travolta.
Mmmmm those tight little disco pants.
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Um... What was I saying? Oh yes, one more picture.
And what's a little disco fever without the Village People? YMCA, everybody!
Come on, you know the words.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
They have everything for young men to enjoy,
You can hang out with all the boys ...
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
It's fun to stay at the y-m-c-a.
You can get yourself clean, you can have a good meal,
You can do whatever you feel ...
Hope these brought a little smile and maybe a giggle your way, Brandy!
Well, here it is. The promised final saga in the epic Adventures of Wisconsin Johnson.
Hold onto your hats and prepare yourself for unseasonable weather, leaky hotel rooms, fearful gauntlets, and completely idiotic airline staff.
Episode III: The Return of the Johnson
When we last left our intrepid adventurer, his stamina had been pushed to the limit by the evil planes, trains, & automobiles. Well, fasten your seat belt, because the trip home was just as exciting...
The first trip with "the man" was planned when Wisconsin Johnson thought he was going to be Minne-snow-ta Meister. So with a flight planned to MSP (a Twin Cities airport) instead of MKE (Brew City airport) our hero awaits the day he returns to the beautiful Mrs. Wisconsin Johnson...
Amarillo is in Texas (here's my sign). Texas is warm. Much warmer than WI. Or so he thought. The shorts our hero packed stayed in his adventure duffel. The last night a storm hit. November rain. Nope, it was a snowstorm. In Texas. WTF? The ancient hotel was poorly sealed. The cold wind blowing off the plain came through the wall heater. And the bottom of the sliding glass door to the balcony. Then the snow came in. Yes, snow. In the room. Wisconsin Johnson braved the blowing wind and sealed the door with pillows. The unit became the mummy with all the towels. A warmth filled the room and he slept. And let's not lie, he snored too...
Wisconsin Johnson awoke to a winter wonderland in Texas. More snow than MN or WI had seen all year was lying on the ground. With an afternoon flight, he wasn't worried. Leaving the job site before close to make the airport, he goes through the security checkpoint. He finds the flight delayed. Calling the cubicle buddies who hadn't passed the security gauntlet, they decided on the adult beverages featured in the beautiful airport adult beverage area. Back through the gauntlet he went. After partaking of bathroom inducing barley pop the new time arrives. WJ is chosen for the gauntlet crossing again. He makes it quicker this time as his bag is left with cubicle buddies. He returns in a few minutes to inform the crew of more delays. Another adult beverage or two, and another gauntlet run.
This time the gauntlet becomes a formality as the security people are familiar with our hero. "Good afternoon, Mr. Wisconsin Johnson" as he breezes through almost without stopping. Canceled. It's now night...
After being "taken care of" by the attendant who guaranteed the first flight the next day they return to the leaky hotel. Our hero is supposed to be home tomorrow to pick up a moving truck in IL. So the truck can be in WI on Saturday and MN on Sunday.
The flight leaves for DFW at 05:45 am. They make DFW and find the helpful attendant has not booked the next flight for MSP. With another delay on the horizon, WJ seeks an alternate flight. Going straight to MKE would save precious time that's slipping away. With the delay and screw up, the evil airline made the switch for free. Now he can avoid the rental car and five hour drive from MSP to WI. He calls Mrs. WJ to tell her the good news.
Mrs. WJ cringes in terror as the word comes through the phone. Didn't he know MKE was in a white-out? The DFW board is lying. The airport is all but shut down, businesses are closed, schools are closed. The roads are treacherous.
The only stroke of luck that WJ has had on this trip finally comes through. The attendant never canceled his flight to MSP. So he switches back to that flight and leaves later that day, getting to MSP by early afternoon. The day is shot, the moving plans shredded like government documents.
Renting a spacious, quick, and stylish Hyundai Accent he braves the drive after grueling flights and delays. Getting home has been another and final adventure for Wisconsin Johnson. And so the trilogy ends with Mrs. Wisconsin Johnson experiencing:
The Return of the Johnson...
So.
What happens when one wants to blog, but one doesn't really know what to blog about?
I mean, I would love to be witty (and more than likely verbose as my posts tend to be) but I'm lacking the inspiration for something to reflect on.
There's been no real knitting progress. This is due to our busy weekend.
Which brings me to that. Our busy weekend. Consisting of cleaning out our old apartment. Of which you don't want to hear, and quite frankly, I really don't want to relate.
I'm still sick, but again, another subject I don't want to delve further into.
My beautiful house is a mess. This is due mainly to two things: Christmas and all of our crap from the old apartment hasn't made its way into whatever nooks and crannies it will permanently live in. Not that I'm really excited about doing it either. Oh well, that's stuff I wasn't going to talk about.
So.
That brings me back to the beginning. What happens when one wants to blog, but one doesn't really know what to blog about?
Well, of course! One blogs about the loot they received for Christmas.
Well, why not? Admit it, you're curious.
From my father and his fiance:
- smoothie maker
- perfume
Thanks Dad and L!
From my husband's parents:
- Tim McGraw calendar (it's seriously like prOn)
- gift certificate to Target
- Longaberger Horizon of Hope Basket (this made me cry)
- tin of Ghirardelli Dark Chocolate Squares
Thanks D & K!
From my sister in law:
- a snowman tea light lamp
Thanks, J!
From my hubby:
- wool peacoat with hood (love. it.)
- Dansko shoes (sinfully comfortable)
Thanks, babe!
From my sons:
- the best gift ever: their happiness.
So there you have it.
I truly love everything I received. I did find it humorous, though, that after many months of hinting that yarn would be a fabulous Christmas gift, not one skein wrapped in pretty paper was given.
After Christmas I pondered upon this.
And this is what I came up with: I think my family is afraid to buy me yarn.
Well, maybe not "mystery" knitting, but it sounds more ... well, for lack of a better word, mysterious that way.
Whatever. I'll blog about it sometime later.
Anyway, isn't the yarn just scrumptious? It's Misti International Baby Alpaca. SO soft.
I got a new iP*d last night. Finally. To replace the one I had that drowned about 6 months ago. Poor thing. My old iP*d was a 4th generation iP*d - the one without the color screen, even. I got the 80 GB Video iP*d (in black) last night and omg quite a bit has changed. There are obvious differences which I won't bother to blog about (size, screen, etc.)
I'll just state the other differences. The ones that irritate the crap out of me.
- No more Firewire connection. Steve J*bs, WHY?
- The new iP*d needs USB 2.0. My computer has 1.1. It connects, but it's slooooooooow.
- The new iTrip FM Transmitter sucks. Instead of paying a buttload of money for one of the competing FM Transmitters, we're having a new stereo installed in my Tahoe that has a line-in connection. Yes, that seems extreme, but it's actually only a few more dollars than the competing FM Transmitters (of which, none were recommended by the Apple store.)
- The earphones are a different size. I know, you're asking, "Why does that matter?" It shouldn't. Except that on my other iP*d earphones, I had put on these neat little things from Griffin called "Earbuds" which increased the bass output and the volume. Plus they made the earphones more comfortable to have in your ear for longer than, oh, 30 seconds. The new earphones are smaller and don't fit in the Earbuds. grr. I could use my old earphones, but the right one kind of skips in and out and sometimes decides it just doesn't want to work at all. I think it's got permanent PMS.
But - on the plus side - the new iP*d sure is beautiful. Well, what I saw of it, anyway. As soon as it was out of the box I put it inside the new "skin" for it straight away. I did that with my old iP*d, too. Since, of course, breathing on these things incorrectly will scratch them.
I'm just sayin'.
We're leaving tonight to head down to Wisconsin to the old apartment to finally get all of the rest of our crap out of there. I'm SO not looking forward to that.
It doesn't help that I'm sick as a dog right now. I've got this bug... I think it's one of three things. A really bad cold, the flu (regular flu, not stomach), or the start of walking pneumonia. I'm hoping it's either one of the first two. Not that I really want the flu, but that would be way better than walking pneumonia.
So another weekend full of long and exhausting drives. YAY! Do me a favor? Stay home, be comfortable, drink some yummy hot beverage, and knit a little for me, ok?
