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.)
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.)
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