Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Yawn.



Whew. I no sooner got home from the bus stop this morning and the phone started to ring. People are already R.S.V.Ping for Sebs party. So far, two calls, one can come, one can't because he'll be out of town for the weekend.

Sebastian is such a little worrier. He's so nervous that no one will come. It will make him feel so much better when he gets home and I let him know that people are calling. Either way, once the big day gets here, he'll forget about it all and just have a good time.

It's warmed up a lot, yesterday was nice, and today is just as nice, it's supposed to actually get into the 60's today...then it's supposed to dip back down into the 30's again by the end of the week. That's perfect weather for getting sick.

I just figured out that the life sucking bastards power company is finally taking online payments. I guess it's a pretty sad day when I am actually excited about that. Our heating bill gets so bad in the winter that I've decided that it's much easier to set up an auto-pay plan on that account, that way I don't have to look at the bill when it arrives every month. Could be worse I guess, we could be on oil...I guess those folks are really taking a beating this year.

That's about all the excitement for the day. There was one piece of banana bread left and Sebastian made me promise I would save it for him for after school, and I ate it for breakfast, so I'm off to bake a couple more loaves so I don't get in trouble. :)

Have a good day.

Monday, November 28, 2005

Wow. that weekend went fast...


No, this picture is not of my house, but I thought it was cute...mostly because I know that the chance of me finding a zerg of polar bears in my front yard is slim. A squirrel, I can handle. A big ole polar bear, well that might scare the crap out of me.

Our four day weekend has come to a close, and holy cow did it go fast. Now we have to wait til Christmas for another nice long break. I'm worse than a kid, I think.

I got all of Sebastians birthday party invitations done over the weekend-inserts and all. Sebastian spent a lot of time writing the name of each classmate on them, and took off to school today with the invitations. I hope he remembers to pass them out. He gave his first one to the little boy at his bus stop this morning. The little boy is not in his class, but they are buddies who ride the bus together and share one common love...Spiderman.

This week, I'm going to get the party favor bags together. I hope a lot of kids are able to come, it will make Sebastians day.

This week, we're going to be going through Sebastian's room and clearing things out and removing old toys etc. I may not survive this. If all goes as planned, we'll be done and able to put his new bed in this weekend.

He has a race car bed atm, but it takes up his whole room. For his birthday, Phil and I decided to find something that was a bit more practical space-wise, and we found a great loft kind of bed for him. There's a bunk on top with a ladder going up to it which he will totally dig providing he doesn't break his neck getting up there. Below, there is a trundle bed drawer that pulls out in case he has a friend over. In between the bed and the trundle are drawers and a big cubby hole for him to stash toys in or hide in. This should really help with his space and storage problems.

We hope. It's amazing how much crap one little kid can collect. Most of it is books. Tons and tons and tons of books. I guess after we get the bed up, the next order of business will be hanging a bunch of book shelves in there.

I'm still recovering from Thanksgiving. Couldn't quite seem to squeeze into my jeans this morning. Well, I could squeeze into them, I just couldn't breathe afterwards. That's definitely a sign that Thanksgiving was good. Still plenty of leftovers in the fridge...I had mashed potatoes and gravy for breakfast. :)

I frogged the sock I was working on. I got all the way past the gusset, decided that it could have looked a lot better, and ripped it all back. I think that it will go much better this next time around, now that I have essentially worked the pattern and all the stitches once already, there will be less mistakes. I think.

Anyway, I'm off. Mount Laundry calls and I have a new scout to pimp out for the Battlegrounds for my game.

See you all later. :)

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Gobble. Gobble. Gobble.


Happy Thanksgiving!

Just got home not too long ago from dinner at Phil's moms house, and it was yummy. Hope everyone else had a lot of turkey with good people, too.

Snow started coming down about 4 this morning. Some idiots down the road were outside playing in it. I just looked out the window, sighed, and crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over my head and tried to pretend that it would just go away. Seemed to work, because later when I woke up it was mostly melted.

It got pretty cold and really windy as the night went on, but that's okay since we're home now and I have no intentions of going anywhere for a day or so...we have enough turkey and food in our fridge to live off of for the next week. :)

Going to make it short and sweet tonight, I ate too much food and I'm about to trudge downstairs to hug my coffee maker, but in the meantime I figured I'd post some pictures from our day.

Have a good night :)

Some Thanksgiving pictures...





Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Brrr.

It's freaking cold out.

I have nfc where my hat, gloves or my scarf is. I got home from the bus stop this morning, and my fingers actually hurt as they defrosted. The irony is that, now that I'm knitting, I will probably have to hit Wallyworld this weekend to grab some gloves and a hat.

I was going to go out today and hit the post office, I desperately need to do that but I have either not had the time to do it, or I've driven past it realizing that I don't have the packages with me that I need to mail. After being out this morning, I decided the post office can wait til the weekend.

I hate winter. I saw on the news last night that we might get a bit of snow tomorrow for Thanksgiving. Just think, only like, 3 more months of this and it's only going to get worse.

Today I'm going to make some banana bread and some cranberry bread. I just have to dig up the motivation to go downstairs and do it. I always have to wait until the day before Thanksgiving to bake the bread, because if I do it any earlier, there isn't any left for Turkey day.

Started a new pair of socks. My fingers and ears might fall off from frostbite, but my toes will be warm!! duh.

This pair is a bit trickier, there's a really bizarre stitch that I've never done before, where I purl 2, leave them on the needle, and then go back and purl one of those two stitches again before taking them off the needle, and it's been kind of hard to get used to doing. The end result is supposed to be a knotty kind of texture. I've frogged it twice already just trying to get this stitch right. My current attempt seems to be going well-I just have to take those rows slow and count to make sure everything is where it's supposed to be. Sometimes I'm suprised that I don't really get frustrated at having to re-do things but then again, I'm pretty new to all of this, so mistakes are going to happen.

Anyway, I'm off to burn bake some bread. If I don't post tomorrow, have a good safe Thanksgiving.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

First grade sing along pictures!!




The links to the craptastic video I took at the sing along can be found in the post below. :)

First grade Thanksgiving Sing Along!!

This morning was Sebastians sing along for his first grade, and it was adorable. The kids sang the song first, and then they sang it again for the parents to join in.

I took a mess of pictures and also played around with the video function on my camera, and made a futile attempt at recording a couple movies. It's a good thing I never went into movie production because it turns out I'm a craptastic movie taker, but take comfort in the fact that I was careful to not screech sing while I recorded.

I wasn't going to put the movies up but then I decided to host them on the guild website since there's currently plenty of space there. What the hell, I pay for it, may as well use it. Just a warning though, if the site ever does run low on space I will take the files down, because the site is meant for the guild and I really don't feel too comfortable mooching off it. :)

Sebastian is hard to find in the first movie I took of his class singing their song, bunch of kids in a sea of indian hats with feathers. :) I guess you can see him to the right side of the screen, he's the one in the grey striped shirt, probably the 4th kid in, in the row before the last. I also included a really dumb clip from after they were done just so you could see him better.

I'll post the links for the movies here, and then follow up with another post with some pictures.

Sebastian and his class singing

Short clip of Sebastian after the sing along

Enjoy. :)

Monday, November 21, 2005

Put a sock in it...



Voila! My first sad sock, and its soon to be partner still on the needles.

Actually, it's not so sad, for a first sock. I'm actually quite impressed with it, and that says a lot when you consider that I'm probably more critical of my knitting than anyone else. Even Sebastian is asking if I can make him a pair...and he approached me without my even hinting to him... ("But not in PINK!!!"), so it can't all be too bad.

It really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I've heard horror stories about heels and turning heels, and that wasn't the part I had a problem with. By Saturday afternoon, I was ready to pick up stitches for the gusset, and it was the gusset that made me have to walk away for a bit to work it out in my head.

I see a lot of mistakes but the good thing is, I know what I did wrong, so I can make changes for the second sock and see if it looks better to me.

I made this in Cascade 220 wool, it's thick and squishy and when they're done, they will probably be the warmest socks I have ever owned.

And that, is a good thing. It's getting cold. It's actually a really beautiful brisk morning today, but there's a smell in the air like electricity...there's definitely a storm coming.

Had a pretty nice weekend. We didn't do much, but sometimes I think those are the best weekends.

Ever since the book fair, Sebastian has been hauling around his new book about the movie, Zathura. I've read it to him probably six times already, and by Saturday, we'd heard the word "Zathura" more times than you could imagine. I figured that maybe if we took him to see the movie, we could get some peace, so I headed online, ordered tickets, and off we went.

The movie theater was a madhouse. I was so glad I ordered the tickets online because the lobby was jam packed with kids and the line to buy tickets went all the way out the door. They were all there to see Harry Potter.

While I was at the little machine getting my tickets, the theater sold out of Harry Potter tickets. Mind you, they had the friggin thing showing in three different theater rooms that night, lols. Everyone in line went nuts. Parents and kids alike, sobbing their eyes out. I was kind of half-amused as I watched some frazzled mother try to get her son out of the lobby. He had to be at least 12 years old, and he had wrapped his arms around a pole, crying because Harry Potter was sold out and he refused to leave. He was crying and screaming at the top of his lungs, she was tugging on him, desperately trying to get him off the pole and out of the theater. People were staring and pointing. It was funny to see her trying to bribe him with pizza and video games when what the kid really needed was a good ole whack over the head.

Sebastian really enjoyed the movie, but he still talks about it like an obsessed lunatic. /sigh

After the movie, we hit the bookstore. They didn't have either of the books I needed but they had the magazine I wanted though. Knit.1 is a newer knitting magazine that is probably my favorite out there because all of the patterns are done with a relatively inexpensive brand of yarn. The only problem up til now was that I couldn't buy it online and that they didn't have subscriptions available, which meant a trip to the bookstore which I try to avoid because I can't just run in there and buy one magazine. I did good though, they didn't have the books I needed so I only ended up buying 2 books, and then another one for Sebastian about the Statue of Liberty. Thankfully, they just started accepting subscriptions for the magazine, so I can avoid the tragic trips to the book store. Whew.

It's a three day week for Sebastian and I think even for Phil, so the idea of a 4 day weekend with both of them home makes me happy. Sebastian has a Thanksgiving concert tomorrow morning which means another Battle of the Bitches as people try to find parking spots without killing eachother. Should be a hoot. Not.

Still having problem with our cable. Phil got up to no cable on Saturday and finally got pissed enough to call them and yell. Our cable just goes out, for no reason at all, and it can be out for anywhere from 5 minutes to 5 hours, and it sucks ass. When I call them up they go through what I call their "Stupid Women" checklist, where they ask you if your cable is connected or if your TV is plugged in.

Anyway, this has been going on for at least two weeks now. I would guesstimate that we've probably lost an average of 2 hours a day of service, and every time I call they tell me that there are no reported problems in my area, which led me to think that it was something on our end.

Phil finally had it though. Called them up and they sent someone right out, because of course as they told him there were "no reported outtages in your area!"

Cable guy showed up, and it turns out that he has been in our area 11 times just this month alone, trying to figure out what the problem is, because they can't track it down. So the good news is, it's not just us and it's not on our end, but the bad news is they have nfc whats going on.

Just read that GM is about to lay off 30,000 people. That's a lot of dog gone people.

Nothing says "Happy Holidays" more than a big fat pink slip. I don't know what it is, but sometimes it seems like companies wait until the holidays to make these announcements, even though they've known for months and months that they are in deep shit. This is the hardest time of year to know that you're about to lose your job, and sometimes I just wonder why it is that they can't do all this crap in the middle of the year so people have time to recover. And they wonder why the suicide rate shoots up during the holidays? Heh. Just seems to me that it makes better sense to take care of these problems as they happen instead of dragging it out. I'm sure that there's a reason they put it off this long, but the timing couldn't suck more.

That's pretty craptastic, and you can't help but feel bad for all of those people, it's going to be ugly.

On that happy note, I have a sock to finish. See ya tomorrow.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Friday!!!



Ahh yes. This week is over.

Was a busy week, too. Parent teacher conferencing, half days, book fair, family fun night.

Thankfully, next week is a short week, he has Thursday and Friday off for Thanksgiving.

Our conference with his teacher was fine. I got all nervous and worried over things I already knew. The first thing out of her mouth was: "I can't believe how shy he is!" Which was kind of a relief for me since his kindergarten teacher last year didn't really recognize that he was incredibly shy and thought maybe he should be picked apart by the child study team. He's come a long way since last year though, so I'm really quite happy if he just plods along one step at a time. I am worried though that next year he will start all over since 2nd and 3rd grade is in a totally different school.

I see his interest in reading picking up too. His class visited the book fair in the beginning of the week to make a list of 5 books they wanted, Sebastian filled the front and then put 5 additional books on the back of the paper. Granted, a couple of them were books like "Fear factor" (eww) and a Batman Returns picture book, and there was a spider robot model to put together on that list, but I was happy to see that he had made a list at all. I went yesterday during his class shopping time and picked up most of the books he wanted, and a few that he should be able to read to me with a little help. I also decided that the spider robot was kind of cool and picked the dang thing up.

Then yesterday, I'm sitting upstairs reading and Sebastian runs upstairs, screaming his head off, blood flying everywhere. Now, I'm not too squeamish when it comes to blood, but there is something totally different when it's coming out of your own kid. His pinky finger on his left hand was cut pretty bad. The more he screamed, the more he bled. I'm in the bathroom with him, trying to put pressure on his little finger, and he's just standing there, screaming: "Oh god my finger is going to fall off! Oh noooo what am I going to do!!"

Once he calmed down a bit, I got the bleeding to slow down, and started asking him about how he managed to get that way. I couldn't get a clear answer out of him. All he would say was "I was playing with something that I know I'm not supposed to."

No shit?

Turns out that he decided to touch a knife that Phil had used for box cutting the night before. Probably the sharpest knife in the house. Granted, the knife shouldn't have been where he could reach it, but the simple fact was, the little booger knew better, and now he was discovering exactly WHY it was that he had been told to never touch knives.

At that point I really wasn't interested in looking to see exactly how deep it was, I was just worried about keeping pressure on it and keeping it above his head, because the more blood he saw, the more chance there was that he'd start screaming again.

Bleeding stopped, I got him to run the finger under the water. Saw that it was a nice clean cut, got it bandaged, called Phil. I wasn't too sure that the trauma of going in for probably two stitches was really worth it, but since Phil is the official "Owie Expert" in the household, I wasn't about to tell Sebastian one thing and have Phil come home and tell him another.

Phil got home, took a good look, and agreed with me. Medicated it, rebandaged it, and Sebastian was good to go.

Pretty sure that this kid was put on this earth to give me a heart attack. Then there's just the simple fact that kids just do goofy things. I remember as a kid, my little brother was outside playing with little darts for a dart board. My mother kept going outside and yelling at him to stop throwing them in the air. Over and over she did that, but despite that, it wasn't long before my brother came running in screaming with a dart sticking out of the top of his head.

He was terrified. But I might have laughed at him a little bit.

So last night, I decided I was going to scoop my eyeballs out with plastic spoons knit a pair of socks. Not sure why, exactly. I've never knitted socks before. I've never seen anyone knit socks. No clue in the world how to do it. But dang it, I was going to do it.

As a first time sock attempter, I have decided that sock knitting is the equivalent of attempting to knit a child's jump rope on toothpicks. You know, those big thick things with the yellow handles that we had as kids. Only, you're not just using two toothpicks, you've got this rats nest of 4 or 5 toothpicks going at one time. And you have to split all your stitches evenly among these things, and then you have to join all your stitches together without twisting anything. HA.

It took me quite a while of fumbling before I got the basic idea of the cuff down. Even at that, I got up this morning and still ripped what I had done back to start again for what will likely be the tenth try.

Something funny about knitting. I have pretty much learned everything I know from reading and I've made some really craptastic mistakes, and I've ripped projects back more times than I have completed things, but I've never gotten angry or lost patience. With other things, I've tried them, gotten pissed, yelled, put it in a box, scribbled profanities on it and thrown it in a closet to collect dust somewhere, but I have never reached that point with knitting. I walk away for a few minutes and come back to it. And ripping back projects, even when I have to rip back a lot or even all the way back, doesn't make me as angry as you'd think it would.

I should be finishing Sebastians Alien scarf. Especially since it went from 60 degrees this week to 20 degrees in a matter of two days. I'm going to shoot to have his scarf done this weekend, but I'm still intrigued by all this sock business, and maybe I can get some pictures up this weekend. :)

Anyway, that's it for now. Hope I can get this thing posted. My cable has been stupid lately, it will go out for like, an hour at a time and then come back. The cable company, they won't come out unless it's broken, and by the time they make an appointment to come out, the cable is back up. Not sure what the deal is because it's intermittent, but that just makes it even more of a pain. ><

Have a good weekend.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Tee Hee

Sebastian has spent the last hour playing his favorite internet movies over and over and over again.

These are ofn for a lot of people but I thought I'd link these anyway.

STFU Girl

The Numa Numa Kid

He just watches these and laughs and laughs.

A warning for those of you at work who are surfing the net and not supposed to be: There is sound accompanying these links, so don't click on 'em if you like your job and don't want to be fired.

Oh well.

I finally had two days where I felt better. I actually got dressed, left the house and went into town yesterday...was such a beautiful day, I couldn't bring myself to stay inside. Went down and did a bit of shopping and stopped by the video store I used to manage, and hung out with Jim Whitaker for a bit. I can't believe that after all this time he still works there, hehe.

This morning, Sebastian got up with a sore throat and another cough. I decided it was best if he just stayed home from school. I'm hoping he'll feel a bit better later this afternoon, because he's going over to Grandma's to stay for dinner while Phil and I do the parent teacher conference thing.

I'm hoping that whatever he's coming down with is some mild bug that somehow manages to skip the rest of us. I need a good break from all this garbage that's been going around. It really stinks that as soon as I am well enough to actually sleep through the night, Sebastian comes marching through the door with some new bug to share with us.

I don't really have much to write about today. I'm still drinking my coffee, Sebastian is downstairs watching Spy Kids 3-D for the 4th time in two days. I actually went to bed early last night, I don't think I even made it past the 11:00 news which kind of irritated me since I was wanting to watch that video of the Tornado that some guy had made. Dunno why it irritated me when I can find most anything newsworthy I want over the internet.

It's pretty funny actually, how far the internet has come. I guess when I was like, 17 or 18, the idea of cable internet was not even a factor. Back then it was America Online, on dial up!! w00t!

There was also a local BBS in Everett that we could dial into called Dregs Of Darkstar, which was run by this couple a few miles away, and a bunch of us from school were really into that. They had games set up to play and you can chit chat with them...we thought that was the coolest thing in the world. They even set up parties at their house where everyone who used their BBS could go to meet. Was pretty bizarre, I remember running into one of my cousins there once, and I remember that people would hold hands and stand in their kitchen and someone would touch the refrigerator and everyone in the circle would get shocked. Wild times, man.

I guess it was a mild sign of things to come. Phil and I got our first computer when I was first pregnant with Sebastian, and things had already changed a lot since the days of Dregs. I would call home from work at the video store and I could hear him playing Quake in the background.

Then we moved into this house, Sebastian was born, and we realized that one system wasn't enough. Soon we each had a computer, and we were up all night every night playing Everquest. We had TWO phone lines because cable wasn't available here yet...and when I wasn't using my computer, Phil was dual logging modems for faster speed. HA!!! /snorts.

We were the first people in our town to sign up for cable internet. I remember it was Fathers Day, and Phil was like a little kid bounding out of the house in search of a cable modem.

It's probably a really good thing that online gaming like Everquest wasn't around when I was in school. There's no way in Hell I would have ever graduated. I would have never met Phil, because chances are, he would never have left his house long enough to get to a bar for me to pick him up at. :)

Flashforward to today, where we have three systems and two laptops (3, if you count the one that needs a new hard drive). Practically everything in this house relies on a computer or the internet, all the way down to the sewing machine that I use the internet to update or to get embroidery patterns for.

If I need an answer to something, I check the internet. If I need to buy something, I price check on the internet. If I need to find someone, I Google 'em. If I need to talk to someone, why spend long distance when you can use the internet? Why pay for postage and send a letter, when you can just e-mail them? Paying bills? pfft. Online billpay! Why call a company and sit on hold to ask a question? Get online and hit their website and find out yourself.

If the cable goes out in this house, we panic. We're lost. We sit, staring at eachother, contemplating how long we should wait before calling the cable company, because if you call right away, you appear desperate and dependent. If you wait too long, it might be too late for them to address the problem. We eye the lights on the modem, ready to pounce the minute they light back up. And when they do, we couldn't be happier.

Once upon a time, we had the potential to be a semi-cool couple.

Now, we're total geeks.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Tea, anyone?



Phil and I have decided that all our late night coffee drinking isn't doing much for us when it comes to getting to sleep.

It used to be, that we'd be able to drink coffee right up until we went to bed. That doesn't seem to be working anymore. No worries, we thought. We can drink tea at night.

Except, we don't own a tea kettle. Sure, I have a teapot. But it's not really the sort of teapot that's suitable for actual use. It's more of a collect and look at kind of a teapot. My big plan has always been to someday collect teapots, but today, I just want something that I can use.

Off to Ebay I went. I really didn't know what I was looking for. Except it had to have a whistle, it had to be simple, without foofooey flowers or landscapes on it, and it had to be less than $20.

All I can say is holy crap at the kind of things that are available for tea lovers, and an even bigger holy crap at the prices some of those things go for. You have infusers (wtf), kettles shaped like trains, kettles that have a rocket on the spout that shoots out when the water is done ($249 for that bad boy?) kettles that have harmonica whistles, Garfield kettles...you name it, they have it.

Finally, I found one that didn't glow in the dark or do your laundry for you. It's simple, it's black, it has a whistle, and it does what I need it to do. Boil my fuggin water. And it was cheap.

Jeesh.

Sebastian has a weird week coming up. He has a full day today, and half days from Tuesday through Thursday because of teacher-parent conferences. Phil and I have our conference tomorrow night. Then Thursday I have to be down at the school to help Sebastian pick out some books at their book fair. To top it off, I think there's a family fun night down there on Thursday, too. I just can't keep track of it all.

Then next week, he has Thursday-Friday off for Thanksgiving. I can't believe Thanksgiving is here already. Where the hell has this year gone?

I have a lot to do around the house, and I've been bad and putting it off. I'm thinking we're going to have a pretty rotten winter this year, so I'm going to go through and seal off the windows with that insulated plastic crap. I hate the stuff, but I have to say...it does work. Anything it saves us on heating costs this winter is worth looking at for a few months.

Our lovely macaw managed to chew through the thinga-majiggie that holds his food dish in place in his cage. I walked by him this morning as I was taking Seb to the bus stop and all I could think of on the way to the bus was that something just didn't look right in his cage. I got home, opened the door to let him out for his perch, and noticed the food dish laying on the bottom of his cage. I picked it up and turned to him and said "What did you do?" He waddled over to me, put his beak against my nose, looked me square in the eye and yelled "GO TO YOUR ROOM!!!"

I almost peed myself from laughing.

Anyway, I suppose sitting here isn't getting anything productive done around the house, so I'm outta here. :)

Sunday, November 13, 2005

Great weekend...


I should probably be asleep. But I'm not. Hate it when that happens!! I have horrible cramps. They kept me up all night. I found some left over percoset from when I had my kidney stones though, so I took one and I'm feeling pretty good now. Really good! Gonna ramble about absolutely nothing for a bit and then go back to bed. :)

The weekend is coming to a close, and I guess although nothing extraordinary happened, this was such a nice weekend that I just wish I could freeze time and stay here forever. Sebastian actually went to bed early both Saturday and Sunday which is unusual since he usually goes to bed late like we do on weekends, so Phil and I got to enjoy the bulk of both our evenings together. Kid free. Spiderman free. Quiet.

I never thought in a million years that I would still enjoy spending time with someone after being with them for so long. I always kind of expected marriage to kind of level out and be predictable after a while. Which can be a good thing, in some ways I suppose, and we do have some sense of that too, which is always a comforting thing to have. The thing is though, I remember during the first week we were dating that he told me that this wasn't going to be some boring hum-drum of a ride, and he was right. There's always some curve on our road that we can't see around, or some bump that I'm not buckled in for, and every day, I'm grateful for every dip and hill we encounter. Sometimes, you just luck out. Who'da thunk. /ends sappy rant.

We went out today to get some things done for Sebastians party. This meant stopping by Giggles and picking up the inserts for the invitations.

This place is like heaven for kids. Games, a ballpit, a train ride, a carousel, etc. All the way there, Sebastian was upset that we were just going in to grab paperwork. He wanted to stay and play and he was very disappointed when we told him that he had to wait for his birthday. We pulled up, got out of the car, and Sebastian turned to me and announced every parents worse nightmare: "Mommy, I think I'm going to throw up!"

Now, I knew this wasn't some evil plot on his behalf. Sometimes he has been known to threaten this if we're going somewhere that he doesn't want to go. But this time, we're walking into Giggles, and he'd been waiting to get there all day, so if the kid says he's gonna barf, he means it.

Phil and I, we're fortunate parents. Some kids, they barf without warning, in public, LOUDLY and everywhere, projectile style. Not our kid. He falls into what I call the "Planned Puker" category. When he makes the announcement, we're lucky enough to know that we have a two minute window to prepare. He's quiet about it, neat, and doesn't make a fuss about it either.

I felt just awful for him. Felt pretty bad for Phil too, because he had to stay with Seb while I went inside, hehe. I ran in, ran out, and by the time I came back out, he and Phil were walking around the parking lot, and he had declared himself "all better." Not sure what on earth made him sick but he was right, he was just fine, so we hesitantly headed to WallyWorld (aka Wal*Mart) to pick out invitations and party stuff.

They really didn't have much in the Spiderman theme. Apparently, a shit load of kids in this area are having Spiderman parties this month. What they did have, they didn't have enough of, so I grabbed some invitations, some party bags and phat loot to stuff the bags with, and decided we'd get everything else online.

Found this really cool Spiderman blanket. See, Sebastian still hauls his Pooh Bear comforter from his crib around. I don't mind it...I mean, I grew up with a sister who hauled a Raggedy Ann blanket around with her forever, and she took it everywhere. I remember my parents frantically going out in the middle of the night to hunt this blanket down because she'd left it in some restaurant or a freaking shoe store and couldn't sleep, so the fact that Seb just hauls the blanket around the house with him is fine with us. He can carry a blanket with him until it becomes his future wifes problem, but for some reason I have this urge to try to get him to just....carry a different blanket, maybe.

I always thought that I'd pack this comforter away for when he had kids of his own. I mean it came with the ruffle and the bumper padding and sheet, really just a beautiful set. But now, the dang thing is butt-ugly. Ripped, faded and stained, and you have to smuggle it away from him to wash it, and it's hard because he hides the fucking thing from me before he goes to school. Not sure how, but my mother-in-law was able to con him into letting her throw it in her washing machine. She must think I don't do laundry around here because it was standing up on its own and walking around her house, and she had no problem at all getting it away from him to wash. Was so easy for her. pfft.

I made him a really cool Spiderman quilt last year, each patch had different spidermen, all embroidered. Searched high and low for JUST the right material to finish it. It took forever to make, and I was so proud of it. I thought, FINALLY...he'll give up that pooh bear comforter in a minute flat. Turns out, that I don't think he likes the darn thing at all.

So. Back to the spiderman blanket from Wally World. It's soft. It's fuzzy. It has Spiderman on it, ffs. I thought "Mission: replace that god awful rag he carries around" was a success.

"But...it's too big." He pouted.

Well shit. Foiled again.

At least he put effort into PRETENDING he liked it. I guess he noticed my dispair, lol.

I found a great site that had everything that anyone would want for a Spiderman birthday party. Found the thank-you notes, the hats, the horns, the napkins, the plates and cups. Ordered everything we needed and there's plenty of time (knocks on wood) for them to get here.

I just want everything to go right, I want everything done ahead of time so I don't have to worry about anything, and I want him to have a good time and remember this as his best birthday party ever. I'm probably more excited than he is. :)

Ok. I'm going back to bed. heh.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Days off, report cards, and birthday parties...oh my!

This is a picture that my dad sent me in an e-mail along with some other really cool pictures, so I'll be including some of them in my posts here and there in the future.

Yesterday was report card day for Sebastian. I don't know why, but I get more nervous on his report card days than I ever did on my own as a kid. I think a lot of it is that yesterday was his first report card of the year. It's the first indication of how he's doing. I mean, if there is a problem I would think...hell, I would hope that the teacher wouldn't wait, and let me know right away instead of waiting, but you never do know.

Turns out that everything is good. There was nothing that we weren't expecting. He has some weaknesses in reading which we were aware of, but we know that he's made tremendous strides since the beginning of the summer and I know that will all fall into place with more work. The only other thing he had a weakness in was participating in group events and discussions, and since he's a really shy kid that would just freeze up last year when he got nervous, I'm just hoping that will improve as he becomes more confident and his comfort level goes up, because he doesn't seem to be as shy as he was last year.

A good example of this is his upcoming birthday. This time last year, he wanted nothing to do with a birthday party with his friends. I tried to talk him into one but he refused. I ended up decorating the house with a Spiderman theme for him and we did a little party, just us.

THIS year...totally different kid. I hesitantly brought up the idea of a birthday party and he jumped on it. I guess a full year of going to other birthday parties got him okay with the idea. In fact, he already knew what he wanted and where he wanted it. Hah.

So I called Giggles and put a deposit down on a birthday party for him to invite his class to. I guess it won't really be a suprise to everyone that he wants his theme to be Spiderman, so this weekend we'll be off to scrounge up matching invitations, plates, hats, party bags, etc. Phils mom was kind enough to offer to handle the cake for us which will be great, will be one less thing for us to do before the party and they can bring it with them when they come.

Sebastian went to a party there last year and hasn't stopped talking about it, so I hope it all goes well and that he enjoys it.

I'm thinking tonight is a good night for Pizza, since it's my "must see TV" night. I'm still hopelessly addicted to ER. :/

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

It feels like Monday :/

Today has already been one of those days.

I'm not really sure how it's possible to wake up AHEAD of schedule and still not leave the house in time for the bus. It was like 15 minutes of my life just poofed and disappeared. Sebastians bus picks him up at 8:32. At 8:30 I looked at the clock, realized we weren't going to make it, and faced the grim fact that I was going to have to get out of my sweats and slippers and drive him to school. Then, for some stupid reason, I thought that school started at 9, and I just happened to walk by the refrigerator and see the school schedule and realized that it started at 8:45.

At 8:40, we get into the car and leave the house, get down to the end of the road, and find that the asstards that are working on a house decide to park a tractor, a dump truck, and their personal trucks along the side of our incredibly narrow road. I don't know why this was a suprise to me since it's been going on a while, and I don't know why they continue to do it since they essentially block the town trucks and UPS/FedEx etc from getting down the street.

Then I have Sebastian in the back seat, wailing miserably about how he's going to have to get a late pass and that it was all my fault. Over and over he said: "I can't believe this is happening to me!" Good grief. Was the first time ever that I can say that I was thrilled to drop him off at school.

On a happy note, the election is over. They were both sneaky little weasels so I figure we were screwed either way, and in the end, Corzine won. The only good thing about this is that the commercials are over.

I hadn't put any pictures of my recent knitting projects up in quite a while, so I figured today I would do that. With the holidays coming up, most of what I've been doing have been gifts, so if you plan on getting a package from me this year, you better just close your eyes now!!

Sadly, my CD drive on my main system decided that it likes the CD that's currently inside it, so it refused to open. I have to wait for Phil to get home from work so he can beat the crap out of it, so in the meantime, I was forced to search for my USB cable for my camera, because for some reason, in my mind, digging around for 15 minutes for some stupid cord was easier than loading the disk on another system and transferring them through the network. Hey, I'm allowed to be a dipshit before I've had my second cup of coffee!

Sebastian is out of school for the next two days and the weekend. Judging by how today has gone so far, that's probably a really good thing. Heh.

-Nicole

A work in progress....


This picture really doesn't do these any justice. Hopefully though, you can make out the pattern. The pink one on the bottom is one that I have already completed, and the one on top is still on the needles. I'm hoping to have it done today or tomorrow.

The yarn is 100% silk and is made by HandMaiden. Unfortunately I have had a hard time getting my hands on this stuff. It's really beautiful and light. The pattern comes with the yarn, and the only problem I've had with it is that when I make a mistake and have to rip back, the texture of the yarn really makes it difficult for me to keep track of the stitches because they like to cling to eachother. Because of this, I actually go through and count stitches after every row to make sure that they are all where they're supposed to be.

Dishcloth madness


I love making these. One great thing about dishcloths is that there are a ton of patterns available. They are also pretty inexpensive to make, and functional. I am currently in the process of finishing up some projects I need to have done before Christmas, but I really just want to make some more of these!

Completed scarves!!



On the left is a seed stitch scarf that I did in Noro Kureyon wool yarn. I still have to weave in the ends but I'm really pleased with how it turned out.

In the center is my rock star scarf. This is one that I am keeping forever. I love how it turned out, and for all the shit people talk about the fun fur type yarns, I think the Apart really looks great with the merino.

The right scarf was done in a loopy boucle yarn. The pattern is really pretty but you don't really see it because it's pretty hidden in the fuzz from the yarn.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Election day!!


I'm so glad it's election day. As soon as the NJ governor's race is over, the ridiculous commercials will be over.

These two grown men have spent over $70 million dollars in an attempt to prove to the suckers residents of New Jersey that their penises aren't tiny.

$70 MILLION dollars of mudslinging, trash talking, VN board style garbage from two guys who accuse eachother of negative campaigning in one commercial while accusing the other of extramarital affairs in the next.

They preach that they're going to lower taxes, and end corruption. These guys? Not gonna happen. They seem to change their minds from one day to the next as to where they sit on a womans right to choose, depending on who they're talking to.

They're both weasels with too much money, but in the end while we're bending over and buttering up as we pay way too many taxes for craptastic school systems in an even more craptastic state, at least we can all find joy in the simple fact that their playground games with one another will be over.

Asstards.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

One important note:

Sebastian has a nice collection of photographs of family etc that he's been saving up, and he and I have decided to put together a photo album for him.

If you have pictures that you would like to contribute for our album project, he would be thrilled if you could e-mail them or snail mail them our way.

Thanks :)

And another week goes by...

I love this picture. I'm pretty sure that Kallisti, a friend in my guild, posted this somewhere a while back, and it made me laugh.

I'm glad this week is almost over. Tonight is Phil and Sebastians last night of the Family Math program they have running down at the school. When we first got the notice that they were running this, we signed Sebastian up right away.

See, when it comes to math, I'm a real dipshit. I was in school, anyway. I've noticed that as I've gotten older though, that I can be pretty good at math as long as I have a reason important enough to apply it to. When I was in school though, it was a totally different story. I got into Algebra in junior high and I was fine for the first two weeks and then I got lost, and that was pretty much the end of that. Granted, I can definitely say that had I had a different teacher it might have been different, but sadly, I had good ole Mr. Harrison.

Lou Harrison. He was probably about 70 years old with this huge belt buckle that said LOU that he wore every day with his brown polyester pants and his cowboy boots. And Mr. Harrison wore a hearing aid, that didn't work unless you whistled. And see, I played the clarinet in the school band, and band class was right before algebra. So I would get to algebra with some song still stuck in my head, and if I whistled that song, his hearing aid would go crazy, he would go ballistic, and I would get booted out of class for the day.

Eventually, 6th period algebra became the class where I brought a good book to read. That semester I read Gone With the Wind, Grapes of Wrath, The Godfather and a bunch of Stephen King. At the end of the semester, with my big fat D in my hand that I didn't even deserve, I figured it would be best to tell algebra to fuck off, and I put myself in business machines instead, which worked out great because it turns out that I had a great teacher and I enjoyed the class, and I learned things in that class that I still use every day of my life.

The whole point to this is that I hated math in school, and I don't think Phil enjoyed it much either. With this in mind we've decided that we're going to do everything we can to make math enjoyable and fun for Sebastian, so maybe we can bullshit him past what we couldn't get past ourselves. It's easy now...but we figure that if we can get him to enjoy it now, he can carry that with him through the algebra and geometry that we bungled our way through.

Appreciation of reading will come easy for him. When Phil and I got married, so did our vast collection of books, so you can't go two feet in this house without coming across shelves and shelves of books that we refuse to part with, so that will come by example.

We got Sebastians school portraits back yesterday. After his kindergarten pictures from last year, we made a point to sit him down and practice picture smiles, and it paid off. Last years pictures, they were cute, and I guess exactly what you would expect of a kindergartner, but this year was much better. Also, they actually arrived without a big white line through them like last years, so I didn't have to call and yell at anyone.

First grade for him seems to be going well so far. I guess we'll find out for sure on the 15th, when we go in for our first parent-teacher conference of the year. I can tell by doing his homework and reading with him that he seems to be comfortable with everything so far, and I imagine (hell, I would hope) that if he were encountering serious issues that the teacher would have let me know by now, but conferences make me nervous just the same.

First grade for me has been rough so far. I don't think there has been one day past the first week of school that I haven't been sick from some bug that he has brought home from school...and I'm not just talking the sniffles...I'm talking knock you on your ass, can't get out of bed, Nyquil for the win kind of crap. I've searched Ebay for a plastic bubble that I can live in with no luck. I'm really sick of being sick though, and it seems that as soon as I get one or two days where I'm back on my feet, I go down for the count again. It's miserable.

While I've been sick, I've gone on a dishtowel kick. I am absolutely addicted to knitting these. Mostly because even in a Nyquil-induced stupor, I can memorize the patterns easily, and I can just knit mindlessly. It's amazing how many patterns are out there, and it's a great way to learn and practice new stitches. The yarn is really inexpensive and easy to find, and you end up with something that you can use or give someone as a gift that they can get some good use out of.

I don't know what it is about the craft places around here, but they really don't cater much to yarn lovers. The largest craft store in my area (and it's HUGE) only has a half a row of yarn, and it's mostly baby yarn and that acrylic stuff that I can't stand knitting with. To make matters worse, if I'm lucky enough to find what I'm looking for, I find that I get pissed when I realize that I am often paying twice what I could get it for over the internet. For example, 2.5 ounces of cotton yarn is ON SALE for $1.79 at my local store, but if I search, I can find it for $.99 online...so even with paying for shipping, I'd still come out ahead.

Some of the cutest patterns that I want to do generally call for really expensive yarn, and I'm really not good yet at figuring out what I can substitute for, so maybe it's a good thing that some of these yarns aren't available in the stores by me, because I probably save a lot of money by being able to price compare over the net.

Once the holidays are over, I have some new projects I want to start. I want to find some easy patterns for dog sweaters. (I think I just heard whimpering) and I want to dive into some lace work and try that out. There's also a throw kit that I would love to get my hands on. I've drooled over it in the last three catalogs that have arrived and I would really like to knit this one for Phil, but it's going to have to wait because the kit for it is a bit more than I would like to pay this time of year with Sebastian, Phil and Phils moms birthdays coming up so close to Christmas.

Well, this has been a rather long-winded post for today, so I will end this for now and get some things done around here.

Hugs to everyone,

Nicole