Monday, September 25, 2006

I can't think of a catchy post title today.

Today I just don't have the creativity to think of something new and exciting to title my post. I kind of sat here, staring at the screen, trying really hard to think of something exciting and showstopping, but I've just made a new rule about my blogging. If I have to think really hard to come up with a title, then I don't really need one.

So there.

I got an e-mail today from the company that hosts the guild website. See, last week when it was hacked, they gave me this big story about how it was MY fault and that I needed to change the security on the site. THEN today the rat bastards send me an e-mail notifying their clients that they had a security breach last week, and that there's a possibility that my web site might have been compromised.

Gee. You think?

Duh?

See, I'm no professional when it comes to this website crap, so when something breaks and someone tells me that I did it, I'm rather inclined to believe it. However, when they let me go for an entire week thinking that I need to do something with the security on the site only to send me a "Oh, dear, golly gee" letter, then they should get their e-asses kicked.

Just my opinion.

It was really a beautiful weekend-the weather was absolutely perfect. Saturday, Sebastian went to play with my friend Annie's son for the afternoon, and Phil and I hit the mall. They were doing the open casting call there for the gameshow, Deal or No Deal, and we tried to time it so we got there AFTER it was over, but apparently so many people showed up for it that they were lined up right out the door and around the mall. What a zoo that was. I don't think I've ever seen so many people in that mall, and that's even counting when I was a kid hanging out there. I'm not just talking about the people that were there for the auditions...the traffic inside the mall in general was insane.

We stopped by Old Navy, I picked up a couple pairs of jeans, and then we stopped at EBgames, where Phil picked up a game for Sebastian. Phil said it was because he's doing well in school so far, but secretly I think he figured that if he got Seb a game for the Playstation that he'd stay off the X-box.

It didn't work. Heh.

On the way out I stopped and had the second holes on my ears repierced. Back when I originally had them done - hell, it was so long ago, I don't remember even having it done but wherever I went, they screwed up and made them crooked. I just now got around to getting them done correctly. I don't know why it took me so long to get them fixed. I guess I could have had them re-done back when I had my belly button pierced or even when I had my tongue done. I still have my tongue done. My belly button, well maybe I'll get it redone some day, but when I was pregnant with Seb my doctor told me that either I took it out or he'd rip it out, so that was the end of that. So, I'm pretty happy. I have my ears double pierced again, and they're not crooked!! HAH!!

Then we got to go to lunch, just the two of us...which was really nice.

Yesterday was Andi's housewarming/Seahawk party, which was a blast. Sebastian got dressed up in his Seahawk shirt and spent all day playing with her beagles and throwing pine cones at the other kids.

He's finally stopped referring to the Seahawks as the "Seagulls". I dunno, I thought it was pretty funny when he'd do that, but a true die hard fan would be offended by that. That's one of the fun things about having kids...you never really know what's going to come out of their mouth.

Sometimes that's fun. Sometimes it's not fun. Like when you're in the line at the grocery store and your kid loudly asks the very pregnant lady in front of you if she's eaten a balloon. You know. That kind of stuff.

Today, he got home from school and I sat down with him for a snack, and we had a glass of Strawberry milk together. He tells me that he likes it, and then he says: "Does this stuff come out of a pink cow?" I 'bout fell out of my chair.

Clapotis 2.0 is coming along nicely. I didn't get a chance to work on it much this weekend, but I'm still pleased with its progress. I'll have to post some pictures tomorrow. I already have my next project planned. I have a mini sock blocker that's on a keychain, and I'm going to knit a little sock for it out of whatever yarn is leftover from the Clap I'm currently working on. It should be super easy and super fast, the only thing is that I'm not sure I have needles small enough to do it. I have a lot of dpns from sock knitting, but I'm not quite sure I have size 0's.

I might be forced to go to a yarn store. Dang. How awful. ;)

The very first time I ever picked up a pair of knitting needles was almost two years ago. Before that, I had only learned to make a super long chain with crochet. My mom taught me how to do that when I was about Sebastian's age and I think I went through an entire skein of yarn doing just a single chain. I could just never get past that point.

I had a huge drawer of needles that had belonged to Phil's grandmother before she passed away. I remember digging through the drawer one day wondering what the hell those things were, and then once I found out, that was pretty much the end of that.

Oddly enough, every sock I've ever knitted has been done with her needles. She had so many needles that I really didn't have to buy many when I really dove into knitting. With the exception of a really huge needle or circulars, she had it all. That kind of suprised Phil, I think. He says that he remembers her sewing when he was a kid, but doesn't remember ever seeing her knit or crochet, and I know she did because I have patterns written out in her handwriting. From what I can tell, she also quilted and cross stitched. Quilting I've done, and sucked ass at. Cross stitch or embroidery will be my next adventure, I think.

Well, it's about that time. Phil should finally be finishing up with work soon, so I'm going to go start dinner, but first I have to figure out what to do about that evil killer bee that's been in the kitchen all day, waiting to sting me, because my tactic of sending the cats in to kill it hasn't worked.

Chickenshits.

Have a good evening, everyone.

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