A frog! I guess he took his sticky little feet and climbed up until he found a safe place. He did make the tiniest of beeps when I took his picture, tho.
Just so you know!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Frog Thursday!
I woke up this morning and what to my wondering eyes did I see?
A frog! I guess he took his sticky little feet and climbed up until he found a safe place. He did make the tiniest of beeps when I took his picture, tho.
Just so you know!
A frog! I guess he took his sticky little feet and climbed up until he found a safe place. He did make the tiniest of beeps when I took his picture, tho.
Just so you know!
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
We interrupt this Ravelry session to bring you an actual blog post...
I have been on ravelry just a bit lately and neglected all other activities including, but not limited to, blog posting, house cleaning, eating, and actual work. What can I say? It's such a cool site and so attractive to someone like me who likes to see things all in one place and neatly organized. It just makes my inner organizers heart go flippity-flop. For those of you who have seen my house, keep your mouth shut. I know what's in all the paper piles, so there. Not surprisingly, Ravelry's invasion of my world has resulted in my back porch looking like a yarn store barfed on it.
Maybe that will change this weekend, when I figure out where I'll put it all back. Don't hold your breath.
I would love to bring you pictures of our Yarn Harlot outing, but I forgot my camera. Also would like to tell you about the Snarky's big night out at an actual restaurant that serves dinner on real plates, but I also forgot my camera. Seems I'm always showing up to something half-dressed, figuratively speaking.
So, I give to you a random bunneh picture. Here's Oliver! He was too tired to disapprove.
Maybe that will change this weekend, when I figure out where I'll put it all back. Don't hold your breath.
I would love to bring you pictures of our Yarn Harlot outing, but I forgot my camera. Also would like to tell you about the Snarky's big night out at an actual restaurant that serves dinner on real plates, but I also forgot my camera. Seems I'm always showing up to something half-dressed, figuratively speaking.
So, I give to you a random bunneh picture. Here's Oliver! He was too tired to disapprove.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
I am Superchicken-hear me roar!
I got my Ravelry invite!!!!!
I am beside myself. I've only been on a few minutes and already see what an enormous time suck this is going to be. There is so much to do and see and smell and and and...
I don't know how I'm going to get any sleep tonight!
Wait! I can do this from work! Except that my nurse just put someone in a room! NOOOO!!!
I am beside myself. I've only been on a few minutes and already see what an enormous time suck this is going to be. There is so much to do and see and smell and and and...
I don't know how I'm going to get any sleep tonight!
Wait! I can do this from work! Except that my nurse just put someone in a room! NOOOO!!!
Monday, September 17, 2007
Hop! Hop! Hop!
I am hopping up and down with anticipation!
From Ravelry:
You signed up on July 5, 2007
You are #14077 on the list.
510 people are ahead of you in line.
19172 people are behind you in line.
40% of the list has been invited so far
That's, like, only a few days, right?!?
And Yarn Harlot this week! Wheee!
From Ravelry:
You signed up on July 5, 2007
You are #14077 on the list.
510 people are ahead of you in line.
19172 people are behind you in line.
40% of the list has been invited so far
That's, like, only a few days, right?!?
And Yarn Harlot this week! Wheee!
Friday, September 14, 2007
Turds are Trash, not Toys
That's right, everyone. I'm babysitting AmyDe's babycats and they sure are being kittens. Sneaking up on old dogs, antagonizing young dogs:
Tangling the blind cords. Again.
And getting in to places we shouldn't. I knew it was too quiet while I was on the computer...
Too bad kittens move too fast to photograph well. I've worn myself out tonight chasing them around to get just the right shot. We even got older, fatter Peeves to play!
And don't forget-the mostest, favoritest game of all-TURD HOCKEY! Bunny turds seem to be the scat of choice. They are small, round and hard. They whizz around at alarming speeds when smacked. They are little enough to be picked up and stuffed in your brother's ears when you have him in a headlock (don't worry Amy, I made them pick them out). In addition, they can't be that gross because bunnies are vegetarian, right?
I know what you guys are all thinking. Holy Toledo-she actually put pictures up here! Well, I did, didn't I? That's because I finally found the software to sync my camera. And here's one more, from my trip to SF last fall. Just because, that's why.
Isn't SF pretty? This was taken the evening before we were rudely whisked back home by a very demanding thing called work. Too bad, that. We were just getting started.
Tangling the blind cords. Again.
And getting in to places we shouldn't. I knew it was too quiet while I was on the computer...
Too bad kittens move too fast to photograph well. I've worn myself out tonight chasing them around to get just the right shot. We even got older, fatter Peeves to play!
And don't forget-the mostest, favoritest game of all-TURD HOCKEY! Bunny turds seem to be the scat of choice. They are small, round and hard. They whizz around at alarming speeds when smacked. They are little enough to be picked up and stuffed in your brother's ears when you have him in a headlock (don't worry Amy, I made them pick them out). In addition, they can't be that gross because bunnies are vegetarian, right?
I know what you guys are all thinking. Holy Toledo-she actually put pictures up here! Well, I did, didn't I? That's because I finally found the software to sync my camera. And here's one more, from my trip to SF last fall. Just because, that's why.
Isn't SF pretty? This was taken the evening before we were rudely whisked back home by a very demanding thing called work. Too bad, that. We were just getting started.Anyhoo, my husband is on his way from work, should take a few hours to get home. And it's getting hungarian out there. Time to scrounge in the fridge for something to eat. But before I go Heather, this one's for you:
Flippity!
Friday, September 7, 2007
Won't be long now...
I'll NEVER get on Ravelry at this rate:
You signed up on July 5, 2007
You are #14077 on the list.
2695 people are ahead of you in line.
17266 people are behind you in line.
36% of the list has been invited so far
*sigh*
Well it's been a really trying week, but at least I have really, really clean sheets.
Allow me to explain. I have an old dog, Flip, who creeps out all my friends with his wierd tongue. As I said, he's old. As in-the vet won't even guess how old. He's also getting a bit demented, so I shouldn't be surprised when he peed on the bed just after going out last week. This was washing number 1.
This week, Flip woke me up at 6 am to go out. As I snuggled back in to bed with everybody for 30 more minutes of sleep, Pooh, my 16-year-old cat crawled under the covers to cuddle. This is his usual custom and fine with me except that he PEED ON ME! Not cool. Wash Number 2.
That night, Pooh, as is his usual custom, hopped up on the bed to sleep on my pillow and cut loose again. On the pillow. Which of course sprinkled down to the newly washed and just made bed. Wash number 3.
Well, at least if things come in threes then it's all over, right? Good. Because my bed is now, as I said before, really, really clean. Thanks. No more peeing in the bed-for anybody. Not like it's been allowed there in the past.
I'm just sayin'.
You signed up on July 5, 2007
You are #14077 on the list.
2695 people are ahead of you in line.
17266 people are behind you in line.
36% of the list has been invited so far
*sigh*
Well it's been a really trying week, but at least I have really, really clean sheets.
Allow me to explain. I have an old dog, Flip, who creeps out all my friends with his wierd tongue. As I said, he's old. As in-the vet won't even guess how old. He's also getting a bit demented, so I shouldn't be surprised when he peed on the bed just after going out last week. This was washing number 1.
This week, Flip woke me up at 6 am to go out. As I snuggled back in to bed with everybody for 30 more minutes of sleep, Pooh, my 16-year-old cat crawled under the covers to cuddle. This is his usual custom and fine with me except that he PEED ON ME! Not cool. Wash Number 2.
That night, Pooh, as is his usual custom, hopped up on the bed to sleep on my pillow and cut loose again. On the pillow. Which of course sprinkled down to the newly washed and just made bed. Wash number 3.
Well, at least if things come in threes then it's all over, right? Good. Because my bed is now, as I said before, really, really clean. Thanks. No more peeing in the bed-for anybody. Not like it's been allowed there in the past.
I'm just sayin'.
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