Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
That's what happened last night.
I was having a very vivid dream of my SO roasting a turkey (if you know him, you know this would NEVER happen). As he was roasting the bird, the smoke alarm started going off and I started yelling at him -- poor dude I nag him even in my dreams. The high pitched shrill of the alarm kept going off and was getting louder and louder.
Then I woke up. I noticed there was no bear next to me (aka: SO). I squinted at the clock, mind you I am wicked blind without the contacts in, and noticed it was exactly 4:30am . That's when it hit me: the sharp, but dull, very heavy pain in the head, you know the start of a shitty migraine. No SO, a start of a headache and then a very high pitch squeak/beep resonating from the hallway.
I stumbled out of the bed and found the SO standing on a stool (really, the 6'2" dude needs a step stool to reach something on the less than 7 foot tall ceiling?). He was looking pissed off as hell, but also like he was going to cry. He was holding a battery in one hand and a very busted looking smoke alarm in the other - still attached to the ceiling. As I was looking at this scene the very busted looking smoke alarm beeped this horrible loud shrilly beep that echoed through the tiny, narrow hallway and made the bunny in the next room start thumping his little foot. My poor SO look totally defeated. He was mumbling something about he can't get it to stop beeping, the new battery must be dead, and how in undergrad the same thing happened. Apparently a smoke alarm died out and started beeping the night before his physics final. And because of that he got his only D ever, blah blah blah. I just looked at him and took the smoke alarm and ripped it out of the ceiling and said F*!% it. As I was holding it, the damn thing beeped again! So I ended up throwing the bitch under some pillows and blankets to drown out the sound. He looked at me shocked, as I said, "Nevermind, we'll deal with the freakin' thing in the morning."
But dude, come on, 4:30 am, headache, and at this point I still thought it was going off because his stupid ass burnt the damn turkey.
I went back to bed.
Friday, December 19, 2008
That's what 60+ handmade, signed, postmarked and (now) sent, holiday cards look like. Yep, that's right, over 60 handmade cards. Finished BEFORE Christmas! That's pretty good for me.
The front of 2008 Holiday Cards:
I still can't get over the fact that this year we made more than 60 handmade cards. A couple of people have asked me why I don't just buy holiday cards from the store. And yes, I could do that. But I feel that by making the cards I at least have a little more connection with each person I send a card to. I can't see or hang out with everyone for the holiday. I would absolutely love to. But there is no way I could see everyone. And there is no way I can afford to send everyone that I appreciate and treasure as a family and friends gifts.... So at least by sending them a handmade card, they get a little something that lets them know I spent some time on their card and they are special to me. And as long as the recipients know we care about them, the time spent is more than worth it.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
But it may not be.
I'll have more details later. For now I have to go call the family because my mum has already called everyone freaking out. And really, I was scheduled for a second round of radiation in March (i'll have radiation once a year for the next couple years), but now I might have it done earlier or at a higher dose. But mum is freaking out over nothing.
Monday, December 15, 2008
A little more than a year ago I picked up knitting as a hobby. I was, then, fearless and tried out all different types of knitting. I even tried the scary double pointed needles. I wasn't scared. And in fact I mastered the pointy devils by knitting up a baby hat for my cousin's little bundle of cuteness, on my very first try. Not once did I think that these things, or much less this hobby, might hurt me. I have been injured while playing sports such as in cheerleading and soccer. Heck, I've even been injured by watering my plants... yes, I don't know how I do it either. But this one was due to watering the plants and falling off the couch. All I know is this leads to expensive emergency room bills, a sprained ankle, and a couple weeks on crutches (nice knitted crutch cozys for my armpits didn't even help me).
But now... I'm scared. I have been impaled by one of my double pointed needles.
So not really impaled.
But there was blood.
And now a scab.
Actually, it really didn't hurt as much as you would think a sharp stainless steel needle would feel as one clumsily places one's hand on top of while sitting down. Really it was my fault for leaving my knitting on the floor, but I place blame on mum's damn sock!
This stabbing wound of mine made me wonder about case studies with knitting needle impalement. Me being the geek that I am, pubmed'ed and medline'ed (yet more verbs I have quite eloquently made up), knitting and injury, to find case studies of knitting injuries.
Surprisingly (or not), there are a number of reports as Ratan et al (2005), and Heath (1980), where injuries are caused by knitting needles. Another report of injury to specific areas, such as the tympantic membrane due to a puncture with a knitting needle (Vanderstock et al., 1983). And there is a report of accidental death, a case study by Payne (1966), which describes a dreadful incident where a 13-month infant was killed by a puncture wound from a knitting needle causing a lesion in the occipital lobe.
Then there are a number of other reports of self injury with knitting needles. Such as the hypochondriac man who inserted a knitting needle in places where you would want your nice merino wool to go (Walter, 1991). And I found another case that was very disturbing. Peschel et al. (1997), describe a schizophrenic patient who used a knitting needle to repeatedly puncture wounds into the forehead causing cerebral hemorrhaging.
And there is another case study from Yuksel et al (2008), that suggests that a 12-year old girl suffered from a right sided radial nerve injury causing numbing and weakening of her right hand, due to excessive knitting!
Have I picked a scary hobby or what? And who says knitting is for old ladies in rocking chairs?! Dude, after reading these case studies, I think it takes some balls to knit (I would say pun not intended, but again, I'm wicked geeky like that).
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Yesterday was a little different, this time the SO rents (the "in laws") purchased tix through the local travel company and we took a bus tour thing up there. It's always odd to me, why they take the travel company and bus tour up there as we live so close (approx 2 hrs south of Chicago). But I love Chicagoland, and it's something they like to do, so I just go along for the ride.
One super thing about taking the bus is the knitting I can accomplish on the ride!
And just to prove that I actually got some knitting done:
Friday, December 12, 2008
I am working on sock for mum for Christmas. Yes, she reads the blog, but it's okay, she told me she wants a scarf. When I told her I wanted to make her socks she said "What the hell am I suppose to do with them?" Hmmm... she's quick like that.
Anyways... back to why my SO is the best. As I'm working on these socks I keep commenting on how much I love this yarn. We already know how much I love Lorna's Laces (see previous blog about Heather's socks). Let me show you a picture, and you'll understand why I love the yarn so much:
Monday, December 8, 2008
Tonight was actually my second time as I have actually only attended one other Knit Night. Knit Night is held the first Monday of each month at my LYS, River Knits. Tonight was extra special as it was the Happy Holiday edition of Knit Night that included a Yankee Yarn Swap!
Yes that's right, a Yankee Yarn Swap. How fun is that? So, I'm not sure if it's uncommon out here in the Midwest, but apparently not many people out here know what Yankee Swaps are. Maybe it's just more common where I am from. Actually, when you have a group of peeps, it is so much easier, and fun, to have a Yankee Swap rather than buying gifts for each individual. I guess occasionally it's known as a White Elephant, Gift Exchange, Dirty Santa, etc. But apparently a couple of the ladies tonight did not know what a Yankee Yarn Swap meant. Elizabeth, the owner of River Knits, emailed everyone about 2 weeks ago to notify us of the special evening. (BTW, this weekend included a run to Knit Stop, the other LYS that I like. I bought a skein of Malabrigo as I figured if no one else wanted it, I'd take it back -- it was taken and almost fought over). Basically we were to bring in a skein from our stash and wrap it for the swap. So after describing the basic rules we all drew numbers and went at it.
A total of 22(ish) people were present. You can't see them all but we were piled on top of one another!
And this is what the presents looked like:
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Here is Kyle giving up (poor bunny, I know!)....
And here is Kyle just going with it because he disaproves and thinks we are crazy....
Started: November 30, 2008
Finished: November 30, 2008
Pattern: Bunny Santa Hat (found here)
Yarn: Caron Simply Soft in white and red
Needles: Size 6 (4.0mm)