Being a writer myself, I tried my hand at it. Randy liked mine best (what a sweetie!).
"Mom, I met someone." "He's green!"
Now, I've shared this idea with my hostess-with-the-mostest and she's challenged her herd of sp9 participants (of which I am one) to try it with a fiber related word involved.
I'm still thinking, so that's all for now.
....all caused by weasels.
With the good comes also bad. Last weekend, at some unholy hour, Randy and I climbed into bed (collapsed?) and suddenly, there's a strange yelp from Randy, followed quickly by an, "Ewwwww." Toss back the covers and ta-da: ferret poop! (No, I did not stop to take pictures.)
Of course the bed must be changed. Thankfully, when we bought our amazing (stupendous, fabulous...add a few dozen more superlative words here!) Kingsdown mattress set, we bought two protective covers for the mattress. One to immediately replace the one going in the wash! So, 3+ am and I'm stripping a king-size bed while Randy showers off the "eww". As I'm stripping (the bed, you pervs!), I find more at the foot of my side of the bed. *sigh* And more, dried up and rolling around in that "never-land" where the top sheet tucks under the mattress. So, off come the sheets with much care for the bits of poop. (Ah, the joys of free-range ferrets.) One set of sheets and a mattress cover later (plus the shower for Randy) and we're finally heading to bed.
For two nights, we check the bed before climbing in. Nothing. Last night, Randy went up before I did, climbed in bed and began his nightly deforestation campaign. I came up, turned a light on, checked on Nick who has recently decided that Xbox Live is something he Must Have---but his birthday isn't until early December. I returned to the bedroom, turned the sheets back, sat down and stuck my feet down in the bed....only to find.... "Ewwwww". *sigh*
Randy was zonked. It would have been Unpretty, had I woken him. So, many toilet wipes gave their lives for this clean sheet. (I do use the words "clean" very loosely here. Once the solid waste was removed, there was nothing left for it but to cover it with a big towel and try to forget about it. Needless to say, it wasn't a great night's sleep.
However, all that can be tempered with the smallest sweetness, can't it? Claudia asked me in my comments if I get "lickies". Hahahaha. When don't I?
Maxwell kisses almost as much as he pees! Indigo is a sweet little girl who'd sooner kiss you than nip you. Occasionally Ukiah will dart a kiss to me---especially if I've been handling pretzels, raisins or Fritos. Of the seven, Max is still the only one who'll stay in my arms for any length of time. Indigo will, now and then, but mostly she's Nick's girl.
I think I need to go hunt down a ferret and give 'em hugs, so that's all for now.
I really unloaded here on Monday, didn't I? I try not to whine (outside my home!) about the fibro, so I guess Monday must've been the conjunction of a low "I hate SC" point with a bad day. *sigh*
Today is Tuesday and I'm feeling better today. Freezing. But better. What is it about cold toes that makes your whole body shiver? How can I be warm enough to perspire and yet have freezing cold feet???
Anyway. I've been fiddling with the CSS behind this page's layout and I'm hoping to "reveal" the modifications shortly. I've got a couple more tweaks to make before I'm truly happy. It should resolve how those percentage bars over on the left kinda "hang" off the edge of their block.
Once that's finished, I'm going to snuggle up somewhere and try "Ferret Nappy", take 2. Or maybe I'll sort beads again, trying to collect enough purple shades for a project I've got in mind. Or maybe I'll hunt down a bead for the Knit Today project I want to take on. Or....
Oh, yeah. Or maybe I'll drop everything and make all those darned phone calls I've been meaning to make. One to the vet---follow-up regarding Octavia and her bum. One (yeah, right!) to find a GYN so I can get another ultrasound (or, ugh, mammogram) of my left breast---still have lumps in in since the accident; no change. And I have to order our tickets for the Atlanta Aquarium for our December trip.
Boo. Hiss. I guess I've got work to do, so that's all for now.
Jody is having a 100th post contest and has invited comments on her blog to answer the following questions. I thought I'd share them here as well.
1. Since it is my 100th blog contest – If you have a blog – how many entries have you made?
44 --- Wow, I thought it'd be more than that!
2. What is the first thing you notice about a person when you meet them for the first time?
Hmmm... The writer in me notices the details that make a person stand out from "brown hair, brown eyes"---the little impefections that make us human and real. The b*tch in me notices pantylines (I'm horrid, I know!).
3. What are you currently reading? And what is your favorite book of all time?
Currently: Wyrmhole by Jay Casselberg, Inkheart by Cornelia Funke.
Favorite: (the *very* abbreviated list) Fledgling by Octavia Butler, everything by Wen Spencer or Jim Butcher.
4. Where is the furthest you have ever traveled from home?
I spent a year in Rancagua, Chile during my Junior year in high school. At the time, I was living in Ohio. I'll let those more inclined to figure out the math.
5. I’m sure everyone has some knitted project that they just can’t seem to get around to starting. I know I have several. What is something you would like to knit “One day”?
There's a cardigan on the cover of the premier issue of Knit Today (UK magazine) with wooden beads in it. I want to make this but I need to size it up for plus size.
6. And finally – since it is October - what are you going to be for Halloween?
Asleep? Just kidding. A couch potato, most likely. We don't "do" Halloween around my house.
That's all for now.
My fibro is acting up again and I'm a lump of aches and pains. Yuck. It makes me feel way older than I should! I'm only 36 for crying out loud! It sure seems like I went down hill fast since the accident. Randy reassures me (if that's the right word) that I did have bad days before the accident. I think I can agree with that. But it feels like I have more bad days now.
The question that brings to mind is: is it because of the move from a hot-and-dry climate to a muggy-swampy hot climate? My right knee (the one sprained in the accident) sounds like a crinkling candy wrapper when I go down the stairs. Eeew. What's funny is it hurts less than the other knee which I put a hairline fracture in when I was 12.
Despite all the aches and pains, I've managed my first attempt at a ferret nappy for Octavia. She's having so much trouble with her bum that we thought it might be a good idea to try "diapering" her. The first attempt was too large. It's hard to get a feel for size with a squirming ferret!
I've discovered that talking on the phone and knitting socks (for a relative newbie) is a bad idea. I was turning the heel while talking to Mom and I think I messed it up. When the pattern said to pick up 15 stitches to make the gusset, I picked up 18 (and on the other side 17). Of course that makes all my stitch counts wrong and I didn't know where I screwed up, so I had to go back to the row or two before turning the heel. I just can't rip out mid-decrease and figure out where I am, so I went back to before the decreases. And I haven't worked on it since because of the ferret nappy idea.
I had a great idea for Randy for Christmas...and then began to doubt it because it's something he hasn't talked about in a long time. In his father's family, every other Kaelber generation (as far as we can trace it) has been involved in the making of some form of alcohol. Randy has been interested brewing beers for some time. I am not much of a beer drinker---mostly because I haven't found one I really like---but I do want to encourage this creative outlet. I've been looking over at Midwest Supplies and trying to decide on how to set him up for Christmas. If I do this, I think I'd like to set him up right from the start. Since we're currently renting a townhouse, that means our side-by-side (are they really calling those "french doors" now?) refridgerator is in the garage unused. He could use that to keep his brew in. But, down the line, when we need that fridge again, we'd have to get him another fridge. I guess that's not a bad thing, eh?
The Tigers won Game 2 last night. Yay! They're travelling today for Game 3 tomorrow. I'll need to leave my SnB group a little early to get home in time for the game. That's probably not a bad thing since it's pure will power that keeps me from spending money on all those luscious yarns! Fortunately for me, I have my eye on some very specific sock yarns. *grin*
I'm having a blast seeking out presents for my Secret Pal 9 spoilee. The unfortunate side-effect is: my own wish-list has grown in response to all the cool things I've seen!
I think I've bounced through enough topics for one post, so that's all for now.
Lorinda, my hostess-with-the-mostest for SP9, has a "Best Finished Object" contest going on. So, here's my Finished Object I'm most proud of (mostly because I've frogged the toe of my first ever sock. *sigh*)
This pattern was gleaned from Amie, another knitting blogger I came across while hunting for turtles for Nick.
Why am I most proud of this FO? Well, for starters, he's cute! Also, because I knit his shell 5 different times. I kept the first one, but frogged the other 4 attemps, until I got a shell that looked like the one from the pattern. I'm proud of Mr. Soapy because it required patience---something I'm not graced with much of---to keep starting over until I did get it right. And did I mention, he's cute? *grin*
Hopefully soon, I'll have a finished pair of socks to be proud of (and wearing! My darn feet are freezing again!).
That's all for now.