I’ve been making treats for our gaming sessions.
For this Sunday, I’m making cake balls with yellow cake, buttercream frosting and chocolate coating.
Category: Holidays
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Punkin Head
Halloween has been a dud holiday for several years now–people tend to frown on adults trick-or-treating with no kids and no trick-or-treaters ever came to our apartment. Don’t even get me started on how pathetic it was, eating all that leftover candy that I bought even though no kids came to our door for the previous 3 years. But this year we have a house. In a nice neighborhood. Where kids live. Although my mom assures me that the thrill of jumping up every time the door bell rings does wear off, I’m excited. Unfortunately, the school I teach at won’t let us wear costumes. Poop. I always like seeing my teachers all dressed up and lookin’ goofy. So, I think I’ll knit myself a pumpkin hat.
Who cares that it’s a baby pattern? Knitting yourself a baby hat isn’t sad at all. Certainly not as sad as eating a two-pound bag of jawbreakers because no kids rang your doorbell. Definitely not as sad as knitting Freya a matching hat. Perspective.
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Rip It, Rip It Good
Let’s please have a moment of silence for the Sheep Shawl who suffered two critical and ultimately fatal injuries this Valentine’s Day. Two yarn overs were missed. Although the knitter diligently used a lifeline, the errors occurred in the lifeline row.
Here and here.
The knitter’s patience with the project ran out, and she made the difficult decision to terminate. The shawl was reduced to its basic components. Rest in Peace.
To make myself feel better, I made a cup of miso soup and wound 1500 yards of Baruffa Cashwool while appreciating the one year anniversary of my dear ball winder who I love more and more each time I use her.
Sadly, this was the extent of my Valentine’s Day celebration because my husband is down with the flu. Although I was give him props for going out despite his illness and getting me some chocolate-dipped strawberries. I love you Matt (and not just because of the chocolate).
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I Didn’t Take My Camera
Summer continues. I have no new projects, but my WIPs keep getting longer. I’ve started sewing a robe for my husband. No, I’m not knitting him one–I must turn in my Diehard Knitter card. A little bit of self-awareness informed me that I haven’t the staying power needed to knit a robe for a 6’5" tall man. As it turns out, I need all my endurance just to knit him big-ass socks.
For the 4th of July, Matt, Dave, Linnea, and I all went to Lake Ray Hubbard for barbeque and boating. Except for a small meal break (mmm… fried catfish), we spent all day on the water. I rode the SeaDoo as much as possible and was dragged around the lake on a giant inner-tube thing. I flew off the tube with a dramatic splash and the boat had to come pick me up. Then everyone else had to take a turn falling off the tube because it looked like so much fun (it really was fun). There is a moment though, after you fall off, when you see the boat continuing to speed down the lake, that you wonder if your friends actually will come back for you.
No fresh pictures this post. I considered taking my camera yesterday. But when a bunch of people are hanging around in swimsuits, a photographer is their greatest enemy. Sorry. Here’s a picture from a couple of years ago of Matt and me in front of the Liberty Bell.
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Merry Christmas
Matt and I are beginning the last rush of shopping, wrapping, and packing before the roadtrip to Oklahoma. So I am taking the time now to wish you a Merry Christmas!!! Or a Happy Holidays!!! Or simply enjoy your time off if you don’t celebrate!!!
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Ted the Toddler-Sized Turkey
I am on vacation. I am also sick. But this is better than being at work and sick. Yesterday, Matt and I celebrated our first anniversary. He took me out to dinner, and we had a very nice time. Apparently, every year Kroger’s sends out free-turkey coupons to everyone with a Kroger card who also spent a certain amount over the previous year. Matt and I were recipients. I decide why not use it even though we aren’t hosting Thanksgiving; we’ll just have a nice turkey some other night. The smallest coupon-qualifying turkey was 20 lbs. I don’t know why I brought it home. I certainly didn’t have to. (I suspect mind-control was involved). It’s humongous. I’ve named it Ted. Ted took over the refrigerator–half a dozen eggs are missing. Ted looks bigger. I bought Thanksgiving feast prep groceries today without realizing that Ted won’t give up any of his precious fridge space for them. After careful negotiations, Ted is in his own cooler, and Matt has decided to donate him to a homeless shelter tomorrow. Also, I received an A+ on The Booze Test: 100%ALCOHOLIC