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Yesterday was my tenth (yes, I said tenth) wedding anniversary. Here I am with my beloved all those years ago. I'm sorry to be mushy, but I really do love that man. I can't help myself. To celebrate, we dumped the kids and went here for a night of grown up conversation and food. Then we went to casa de steffaknits for some more grown-up, er, conversation. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) I'm a happy girl. He also got me a big bunch of roses. Man, I'm a sucker for the flowers and the wine and the romantic setting. Hmmmmm... sorry off in my own little world.


Now, I also wanted to show you a little knitting swag. Here are my 18 roses, my Yarn Harlot book my secret sister at work gave me, and the Rowan 28 that I specifically asked for on my christmas list. I asked for that one because of a certain pattern that was pictured on the front that made me drool. Well, if ya clicked the link, you saw that it was on the cover of #38, not #28. Duh. And I can't blame anyone but myself. Hey, but I did get an early birthday present of some moolah, so maybe I'll have to correct that little boo-boo myself.

Speaking of birthdays, d-day is right around the corner. It's the third. The end of my twenties is coming. Hide me, please.

Merry Christmas!

To all of those inclined, I hope you had a very happy christmas, however you celebrate. I had a wonderful time with the family and even managed to get three knitted gifts done for today. Yay!! And now it's time to r-e-l-a-x.....

Time

HAPPY WINTER SOLSTICE!

It occurs to me that today is the "shortest" day of the year. Funny that this is the day I decided to actually start my christmas knitting, the day with the least amount of time. Must not blog, must knit, NOW!

Save Me

Lately I feel I'm being assaulted. First of all, let me just get this out of the way, I am not christian or even remotely religious. I think god, in general, is an ego trip. We are all so important that we had to be especially made by some great being, and then, he, she, it (whatever) has nothing better to do but to tend to our everyday dramas(or undramas). Get over yourself. Now, you have every right to disagree with me. That is why we are individuals and have brains of our own, right? I don't go around trying to convince you that you are wrong and completely insane for your beliefs, do I? So why are you doing that to me? Why am I any crazier for not believing than you are for believing? If you believe in hell, and you believe you are not going to hell, why do you care if I am? And why do you think this makes me immoral? For the past few months someone at work has been searching for what her beliefs are, which is fine. I respect that. But she has decided 1) I am simply too young to actually know how I truly feel about the subject and 2) I need some savin'. The other day, she got one of her church groupies to ask me when I was going to church with them. When I replied "never" (which I agree may sound a bit abrasive and confrontational), my co-worker -- what the hell, she's my boss-- proceeded to make my feel demonized by telling this person(who is also a customer) that I don't believe. This was a hard position to put me in. I don't think it is an appropriate workplace discussion, especially not out in a store where many other customers can hear. I work commission sales and people always look at you different when they hear such things. (Which in itself is not right!) Then we get into this "happy holidays"vs"merry christmas" bullshit. As I said to her, christmas is not the only holiday this time of year. She says "As far as I'm concerned it is." Holy shit! Hasn't she ever heard of tolerance? So, of course I got my present wrapped in baby Jesus wrapping paper and I made sure to write "happy holidays" on her christmas card. Yes, we're petty.
Then I came home to check my messages and heard some automated crap about marriage being between one man and one woman. How did these idiots get my number? What ever happened to the melting pot (or stew, as I say) of the country? There was like 15 minutes in the 90's when we thought that everyone would be accepted for who they are and then everybody went back to being pea-brains. It makes me want to quit the country all together. But then "they" would win and the voice of rational thinking would slowly die out. I say fuck you! Marry who you want(or don't), think what you want, look how you want, that's what makes this place great! Be unique. Be you. And leave me the fuck alone.

*Sorry for the no knitting content, but I had to get that off my chest. Maybe I'll knit my fustration into a scarf to strangle the intolerant with.

Yadda, yadda

Well now I'm officially a deviant. I am updating my blog while I'm at work. Oh the humanity!!!! I don't have any pictures because I'm at work. Plus, for some reason the cold weather has put a halt to my picture takin'. I don't know why. Just another lame excuse. Anyhoo, I'm 75% done with my Holiday Sox socks and, still, 99% done with the Shark Attack Hat. I also got the socks from my sock pal. They are very cute, but man they make me feel like a slacker. And then I realized it was the 9th and I REALLY feel like a slacker. But my goal is to have socks in the mail by Wednesday and pictures by Sunday. But don't cross your fingers.

Socks & hats, same old, same old

I've mostly finished my first sock for my sox exchange pal. But I can't show you any pictures because the two things she suggested (color & pattern) I incorporated into the design. And reading the other sock sisters' blogs, no one else suggested these two. So if I showed you, theoretically I'd be showing her, and ruining the secret. All I can say is, they're not orange or yellow and the aren't plain.

The "Shark Attack" hat is 99% done. End weaving and embellishment are all it's wanting. I have enough yarn left to do a super skinny scarf, so the pictures for it will probably wait until that is done too. The Man was trying it on last night and making fun of me. Not unusual. Well, not really of me, but at me. He said it looks like an old-fashioned football helmet, which it kinda does, and then proceeded to ram his head into the wall. Maybe I should be the one making fun of him.

On the non-making fun of side of things, I was driving in the car with Abbey today and she was doing her usual gibbering (the girl remembers EVERYTHING and brings things up at the strangest times) when she suddenly declares she wishes she was cloud. Oh, that's nice. Why would you like to be a cloud? So I can float up high in the sky. How nice. This from the child that likes to spin around in circles until she's so dizzy all she can do is lay on the floor and watch the world spin. It feels like she's a pothead in training. Aaaack!

Oh, and I got to have a camera jammed up my hoo-haw today. Yeah, I usually don't like to read, or write, about "sickies", but this is amusing. I went to the urologist for the whole kidney thing and he said "Let's do a cystoscopy". Okay. That doesn't sound anything like putting a camera in your pee-hole to me! You? So I went for my pee-hole photo shoot and the nurse made me undress in front of her, no little curtain or anything! Then stuck me on a table with those oh so lovely stirrups that we all enjoy so much and left me there. No. She didn't just leave me there. She uncovered my parts and then left me there. What's a girl gotta do for some modesty? Then my doctor got called to emergency surgery, so a doctor I'd never met got to do the thing. "Hello, it's nice to meet you, now let me jam this up your cooch!" And by the way, ouch. Not the most comfortable thing in the world. Of course it was all normal. I think I have had every uncomfortable thing possible done to me so that the doctor can say, "everything looks normal" or "there is a problem, but it's not anything that we can treat without extreme measures" or, my personal favorite, "we think there's something wrong, but we'll have to do another incredibly uncomfortable test to see for sure." 'Tis my lot in life. Must have some bad karma from a past life to make up for. All right, that's all the whining for today. Pictures soon. (But not of my peehole.)