Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Gaming news!! Mauler unlocked, woowoo!!

Just what you always wanted, right? Camelot news!! I know, I know. You don't care about my game, but I'm gonna post about it anyway. It's been a while since I've posted anything about fact, with moving and everything else that's been going on, I actually took a pretty extended break from the least a full six months, not counting the time I spent beta testing the most recent expansion, and I still logged in to pay rent on the guild house, do alliance invites and maintain the guild, but for the most part, I just needed a break. I'd been playing this game every single day since the original beta which was in 2001 and I'd accumulated an embarrassing total of /played time between all my characters, so I was due some time away.

In the last week or so I've started getting back into the groove of things game wise. Got my reaver Lorrixah up to Realmrank 10L3, and today, all three realms managed to unlock the new class that was included in the expansion, so I started my new Mauler...and I used the new race, and made it a Minotaur Mauler. I mean, how could I possibly resist having a toon that's a cow? And because it was a cow, I wanted it's name to be something...well, cow related. Someone already took the name Groundbeef, which I kind of expected, and the name I used on the test server during the beta was already taken, which really suprised me. I ended up naming it Doublebacon Cheeseburger. I give it a week before Mythic nerfs my name and forces me to change it, which might not be a bad thing, because this is what I get for creating characters on an empty stomach.

I took a lovely picture of him in Castle Sauvage, armed and ready to go in his noobie gear!! I couldn't make a girl minotaur, but it doesn't really bother me, my inf is a male toon, too.

The first online game I ever played was Everquest, and I remember rolling a paladin when I was pregnant with Sebastian. I was just messing around at the time but it turned out that I liked the character a lot, which really sucked because I'd started the toon when I was hungry, and I named her Ravioli Parmesan and had gotten her too many levels that I refused to start her over...and I was stuck with that name for the entire time I played EQ.

So anyway, the class seems fun so far. I really do prefer the melee type toons versus the casters. The only caster I like playing is my theurgist, but I still haven't found anything that comes close to the fun I have when I play my reaver, especially in RvR.

So I'm sure you guys have seen footage on your news of our new parking lots here in the state of Washington. They used to be freeways, but since there's so much ice, people have opted to just park their cars there and walk home. You know it has to be pretty bad when someone is on their way home from work, decides "F%$& this!!", slides their car over to the side of the freeway, and gets out and WALKS home. I was in the kitchen when I heard it on the news, and at first I thought it was a joke, I had to come out to the living room to look at the TV and see it with my own eyes. Cars, everywhere. People walking along the freeways, saying that they were ten miles away from home and that was okay with them because they figured they'd get home faster walking. LOL ?

Hotels/Motels actually put cots up, and let people sleep in their lobbies for free because all their rooms were full and so many people just couldn't get home.

It's pretty crazy. Tow companies are so dang busy that they're not even answering phones. See, what's happened is that today, the sun came out during the afternoon, and melted a bit of the snow. People were happy. Then the sun set, and that melted snow turned into ice. People decided to drive anyway. People got stuck, walked home, ended up on the news.

Sebastian didn't have school again today, and Phil's work still couldn't run their trucks. We take a hit paycheck wise when this happens, but I'd rather have that happen than have Phil out driving around on the ice. He's a great driver in the snow, but out in NJ, the second they'd hear that snow was coming, they'd salt and sand ahead of time, so this ice crap didn't really get a chance to form up in the extent that we're dealing with it. It's totally different to drive in.

Here, we hear that snow is coming and everyone kinda stands around and stares at eachother in stunned silence, and then they go get a mocha at Starbucks, not really understanding what could happen, and not having a budget for sanders and salt trucks. Normally we don't end up with snow like this, so doing the salting thing might be overboard.

So it sucks, but it really is a good thing that Phil's been home.

Sebastian on the other hand, well the little bugger is starting to get on my nerves a bit. His three day weekend has stretched into a five day weekend and I think that his little brain is starting to turn to moosh, because he told me today that he really hopes that there's school tomorrow.

I do, too. Heheh.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Snow day!

Well, just as we anticipated, it was a snow day today. Not just for Sebastian, but for Phil, too.

The alarm went off at 4:30 this morning and Phil got up and went anyway, knowing that there was a large possibility that they weren't going to run, and sure enough by 5:30 he called to let me know that he was on his way home. I felt kind of bad for him knowing that he was fueled up on a big coffee he'd picked up somewhere, and the only place he had to go was home.

It wasn't so bad though. He got home and we laid in bed and watched the news, laughing at all the silly snow tricks people were attempting out there. No salt on the roads before the snowfall equals a lot of smooshed down snow over black ice, and no one here is used to that. My favorite was the guy who couldn't stop in his own drive-way and smashed in to his garage door. That's the kind of stuff that would happen to me.

There were some serious things too, though. A double jack-knife on the freeway in Centralia, a 14 car pile up, snow weighing trees down until they broke or fell over (remember, the ground is still soft from the rains and floods, so it doesn't take much to make a tree fall over) into roads and cars.

I know Phil was irritated about not working but I'm really relieved that he wasn't out there in a truck in the ice and on roads filled with people who don't know what they're doing. He went back out and just up the road when Starbucks opened, and got me a mocha, and then he stopped by Burger King and grabbed us breakfast. What a guy, huh? :) We let Sebastian sleep in, which was a great idea until he woke up around 10 am and came into our room in a panic because he was late for school. LOL.

He had breakfast and puttered around a bit before we finally bundled him up and set him loose in the back yard, to work on the snowman. This time, he promised that he won't destroy the snowman like he did last year. I think he learned that sometimes losing his temper and doing something stupid in the heat of the moment can lead to disastrous things. Like dead snowmen.

Afterwards, he came in for hot cocoa, because according to him, I'd be breaking the law if I didn't provide hot cocoa services for him when he comes in. I put some jumbo marshmallows in there for him, which he said was pretty cool. At least, that's what I think he said, but it's kind of hard to understand him with 4 jumbo marshmallows crammed into his mouth, hehe.

It's going to be a lazy day today. We have everything we need in the house, so we don't have to go anywhere and we don't have to do anything.

My kind of day. :)

Have a good day, everyone.

Sunday, November 26, 2006


I woke up this morning to the phone ringing...Andrea's cheery voice on the other end saying "So are you going to Starbucks to get your coffee in the snow?"

Because I wasn't awake, not much really clicked. "Starbucks?" I mumbled.

Then she said, "Is it snowing there?"

"Snow?" I said. "I didn't know it was snowing."

And that's how the day started. At first, it was rain mixed with snow so I thought I'd cheat my way into a non-snow day. This was successful until late afternoon, when it really started coming down...and sticking.

Doesn't look like there's going to be any school tomorrow. Especially since they don't do much here in the ways of plowing or salting, etc. I'm not too sure that Phil is going to be able to work tomorrow, considering the trucks they use aren't likely the best in the snow.

Snow here is not as common as it was in NJ. There was barely a dusting on the ground and the kids down the road were lined up to try to sled down the hill. There are people who are trying (still) to get up that hill to get to the main roads, and they're not getting anywhere...and we're supposed to have another six inches fall over night.

Fortunately, this is a freak thing. I'm starting to feel like a big fat liar because before we moved here I would tell Phil not to worry because it doesn't rain here as much as everyone says...and what happened? Lots and lots of flooding. I mean lots. To top it off, I assured him that we barely get any snow...and see what happens?

Snow to our dog Cassie is old news. She hates it. I figured that this would be Clyde's first real snow (that he'd remember, anyway) So when it started to fall and I went to take him out, I grabbed the camera to make it a Kodak moment. (Yes, I know. I'm stupid over this dog. Shut up.)

We got outside and he absolutely freaked out. Not in a good way. There I was, standing in our side yard, with my camera in one hand and a leash in the other, attached to a dog that was desperately trying to get away from the falling snow. He's running around in circles, whining, and wrapping me up in the cable of his leash. We ended up inside pretty quick.

The next time I took him out, he was okay with it. I brought Cassie out with us at the same time to help calm him, and he was no longer fearful of the snow. Instead, he started jumping into the air and doing flips and gobbling up snow and rolling around in back and forth as far as his leash would allow, and he was running fast because he was jerking me around a bit with him. I thought this was the funniest thing I'd ever seen, because for the most part, although he's starting to relax a bit, he's a really scaredy uptight dog, so to see him bounding around and jumping and having fun was a riot.

I was able to get a great picture of him as he was trying to convince Cassie to play. She wanted nothing to do with it, she just wanted to go inside.

What a party pooper!

Fortunately, we hit the grocery store last night, so I have a nice big pot of sauce on the stove, which is really going to hit the spot.

Have a good night, everyone.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Knitting obsession??? Nah........

I dig this knitting movie!

Crazy hair day and sock porn with a big bone.....

Hrm. I wonder how many perverts are going to end up at my blog because of today's title. Heh.

I really didn't plan on posting again until after Thanksgiving, but today is Crazy Hair Day at Sebastian's school, and the picture turned out so cute that I had an excuse to sneak another post up!!

He was really due to have his haircut this past weekend, but since I'd received the flyer about crazy hair day, I figured we'd wait, just so we have something to work with. I'd intended on finding some colored hair spray or something funky, but I never had a chance to look for any. Instead, we decided to use every styling product we had in the house to spike his hair up. He has really baby fine hair like mine, so this was a challenge, and chances are that it probably went flat before the bus got him to school. He didn't care, though...he was pretty pleased with his hair-he wants to wear it like this EVERY day!! He's so friggin cute!

He's feeling much better, he slept all night last night and I didn't hear him getting up to cough once, and his fever is gone. I think that the cough syrup that the doctor prescribed has codeine in it, so maybe that has a lot to do with him getting a good night's sleep. I felt good about sending him to school today, confident that he wasn't going to sit in class coughing all day, and that he wasn't going to get everyone else sick.

So yesterday, I posted that I'd finished a sock, and today I decided to provide photographic proof! I didn't get a chance to accomplish much on it's mate last night, but hopefully I will get a chance to work on it today. The yarn is Regia Bamboo in color 1066, Jamaica. This makes for a light soft sock, and I'm afraid the colors didn't come across so well in my picture, because it's a lot prettier than the photo leads you to believe.

I got the yarn and the pattern through my Sock of the Month club. I get a new sock kit every month, and I kind of dig it because it gives me a chance to learn new tricks, play with different yarns, although I'll be dog gone if I can't find my way through the figure 8 cast on for toe up socks. It also gives me that exhilarating feeling of having new yarn even when I'm on "yarn diets".

So, it took Clyde a whole two days to gnaw the rawhide bone I got him into itty bitty pieces. Clearly, he needs a challenge.

I call him Destructo-Dog, because when he feels like he's been left, he has the tendency to try to kill things. We kind of figured this out early on, in fact his file history kind of gave us a good indication of that, so because of this, he's crated when we sleep and during the rare occasion that I leave the house. This hasn't changed his desire to chew and destroy, and he's done a pretty good job of bending wires on his crate and I learned early on that he can't have blankets or towels in his crate or he'll rip them apart and chew them which can be really dangerous. Because of this, I'm really trying hard to find things that can be in his crate that are acceptable chewing objects.

Like this thing that I found today at the Pet store. It's HUGE, it's heavy, and I'm guessing that it will take him some time to plow through it. Okay. I'm hoping it takes him a while.

See, my other dog Cassie, well, she firmly believes that she's a cat. She's never been much into chewing things and she's never had a reason to have separation issues, so having a big dog in the house has really been an educational process for me. I'm just not used to the "big dog" situations, because there are just some things that I've had happen in the last couple weeks with Clyde that Cassie is just not capable of.

Here are a couple examples:

1.) Dashing into the kitchen, having Clyde chase after me only to crash into the back of my legs, making me fly up in the air and end up flat on my back on the floor. It hurt so bad that I cried, but I found it so hilariously funny that I was laughing at the same time, and my loving husband, well, once he made sure nothing was broken, he laughed until he cried. Meanwhile, Clyde cowered under the table in the kitchen, terrified that he'd done something wrong. While he's the Weenie of the World, he's also strong and heavy, and when you compare that to Cassie, who's 5 pounds, that's a huge difference, rofl.

2.) Protection. Okay, well Cassie *tries* to pretend she's protective, but really when we approach a stranger, she's growling, barking and backing up to save her own ass. If someone were to be aggressive to me, Cassie would ditch me in a NY minute. Clyde though, not so much. I'd figured that because he's such a wuss that he wouldn't be very protective of us, but that's not the case. He barks when someone comes to the door, positioned himself in front of me and barked when some pamphlet-touting religious person approached me in the street during a walk, and even went as far as to crash himself into my shower door to make it open, because he was convinced that my singing was an indication of my impending death. I guess this means I'm never getting a recording contract, huh? hehe.

3.) He's smart. When he wants a treat, he brings me the box or bag of treats, drops it, and sits there staring at me until I give him something. Yesterday, when he wanted to go out, he brought me one of my shoes. Took me a while to figure out what he wanted, but I was impressed, to say the least.

This past week, I signed both our mutts up for Dogster. Dogster is basically a Myspace for dogs. It's kind of fun, and I'll admit that I've wasted more than a couple hours checking out everyone else's dogs and reading their bio's, but the really sad pathetic thing is that Clyde and Cassie have made almost as many dog friends in a week as I have in six months on Myspace. pfft.

Well, I'm off. Sebastian gets out of school an hour early today, and I have some things I want to get done before he's home.

Have a good Thanksgiving, everyone!!

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

It's almost Turkey Day!!

It's been a weird week already. Yesterday, Sebastian woke up with a nasty cough, so I ended up keeping him home. Whenever he gets a cough with a cold, it almost always requires a trip to the doctor, and with Thanksgiving coming up this week, I opted to take him in right away instead of waiting a day or two to see how it played out.

The great thing is that the doctor's office is the next road up from us, so it makes it really convenient, and the even better thing is that they have pediatricians there which makes me really happy. Sebastian liked his doctor, so I think we'll continue to go there.

He still felt a bit cruddy today, was even running a fever, so I went ahead and kept him home this morning, and give him another day for the antibiotics to kick in. Not that he's complaining, heh.

So, if you're not much into video games, the above picture isn't going to make a bit of sense, but Sebastian's favorite games are the Katamari games. The basic idea is that he runs around rolling items up into a big ball, like cars, people, animals, buildings etc, and you're timed, I believe, so you have to make it as huge as you can before you run out of time.

Phil and I were sitting on the couch the other night, when Sebastian rolled down the hallway with his own home-made Katamari. He'd blown up a beach ball, and used every last bit of double sided tape to glue things to the ball. I thought it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. Sometimes I'm so amazed at his creativity. Since this original Katamari, it's grown quite a bit, and I'm a tad dismayed to report that there's not one bit of scotch tape left in our entire house.

He's so much fun-he just cracks me up sometimes.

Clyde is getting a little bit more comfortable. My heart breaks sometimes when I look at him, though. He's still not too interested in playing with me, and he is still real fearful of most people. I figure an 11 month old dog, who is still a pup, should be getting into things, chewing things up, and getting into trouble, but he spends most of his time following me around from room to room, not letting me out of his sight. The most exciting thing he's done so far is chase the kitties from time to time, and he tried to chew up one of Sebastian's legos, but other than that, you'd think he was a senior dog instead of the pup that he is.

He's just the sweetest thing. I'd like to find whoever is responsible for him being this way, and personally kick them in the face.

I tried to take a picture of him and Cassie together, but as you can see, while Clyde has mastered the art of "sitting", Cassie has not, so unfortunately the camera clicked as Cassie was making a run for it.

It's funny to see them standing next to each other or laying down together just because of the size difference. Clyde really likes Cassie and wants to play with her, but Cassie doesn't care too much for him yet. The cats like to use his nose as a claw sharpener, and they'll only stick around him when there's something good to eat.

Pretty much how I expected it to be, so far.

The weather here has been absolutely craptastic. I know we get a bit of rain this time of year, but we've gotten so much that we're breaking records and such. My lovely back yard has turned into a swamp pit. I remember a month or so ago when I was so excited to see rain because it had been so long since we'd had it that our grass was dying, but now, it's well past the "back to green" point and it's looking like it's someplace more suitable for the Swamp Thing to reside in.

I finished a sock last night, and this morning I cast on for it's mate. Can't wait to finish these socks, so I can move on to the next sock of the month kit got here this month and I can't wait to start it.

I know. I'm a nerd.

Today I'm going to hit the store and get stuff to bake banana bread and a pumpkin pie (from scratch, rofl) so it should be an interesting couple days, hehe.

Happy Turkey day....

Thursday, November 16, 2006

A whole bunch of stuff!!

Yesterday was the big field trip to the Children's Imagine Museum just across the trestle in Everett, and wow, what a place that is. It wasn't here when I lived here last...the closest thing we had was the Seattle Science Center which was kind of a disappointment the last time I was there, so this was a good time. The kids love it, too. Sebastian is begging to go back...and he wants to go THIS weekend, but I told him that he's going to have to wait until December when Grandma and Papa Sal are in from New Jersey, because they'll get a kick out of this place for sure.

This cow was one of Sebastian's favorite wasn't a real cow, but they filled it with water so it could be milked. It was kind of weird later on in the day when I had a hard time pulling Sebastian out of the Snow Bowling exhibit, and I said "Why don't you go back to milk the cow?" and he replied "I can't, it's out of water." LOL.

Here's the little cafe, filled with fake food and plates, aprons and menus, and a cash register to ring up customers. All of the kids in my group got into this room-it was hard to get them out of here and I'll bet they could have spent all day there.

The kids were all terrific, and I was kind of nervous about that because I had an evil little kid with me on the last field trip I went to when we lived in New Jersey. She was like, a 6 year old drama queen...and I was a bit afraid that I'd get one of those this year, but they were all really neat kids who didn't mind working together to make sure that everyone got to see everything they wanted to see.

Another part they all enjoyed was the rock climbing wall-and they all did really well with it. It's kind of fun to see Sebastian more confident of himself when it comes to physical activities. In fact, he's really grown a lot since he started at this school, he's more sure of himself and has really changed socially. It's funny when we go out because no matter where we go, he runs into someone he knows.

In other news, we have a new critter staying with us. Phil and I have always agreed that our next pet would be a dog. Well, as Phil says: A REAL DOG. We've talked about it and talked about it and talked about it and we've researched breeds and breeders...the whole shebang.

I always figured that it would be somewhere WAY down the road because I have always told Phil that we'd do it after George was gone and somewhere in my mind I was convinced that he was always going to hang around. To be honest, I was also a bit nervous about getting a larger dog. I used to have a black lab named Maddy and she was the most high strung retarded dog you could ever meet, and obedience training got absolutely nowhere with her, so I was kind of worried that we'd go through that whole thing again.

In the end we decided against getting a fancy breed and opted doing a rescue instead, so now Clyde is staying with us. He's an 11 month old German Shepherd mix who was originally surrendered from someone in Eastern Washington. From what I can tell, it seems that Clyde pretty much lived on a field right up until he was about 8 months...and it's pretty clear that he was either not socialized or badly abused because he has some fear and confidence issues, and he's afraid of kids, but I'm thinking that with time, Sebastian will fix that with him. I'm not sure what it is with Sebastian and animals, but they seem to stick to him like glue. I guess raised in a household with pets like ours has really helped teach him about kindness and nurturing, and I think that animals are smart enough to pick up on that.

He's afraid of his toys---he'll play a little bit but if he notices you watching him, he'll run and cower. He's not too keen on men, but last night I noticed that he was at the door with Cassie to greet Phil when he got home from work, and he also laid down on the floor next to both of us when we watched TV, so we're hoping that he will come around a bit more with that, too...especially since it's fun to see Phil so excited about this dog, but he gets sad when Clyde hides from him.

He does like walks, which is great because Cassie doesn't like to go too far beyond the mailbox. Clyde can go and go, and that's exactly what we do, and you'd be surprised what a work out it ends up being!!

After he was surrendered he was adopted by a couple who kept him for 2.5 months. They had another puppy too, but they worked a lot of hours and were often outside the house 12+ hours a day and they didn't confine the dogs, so they'd come home to find their house and everything in it, gobbled they also surrendered him.

What I've learned is that Clyde is not a bad dog, but he has a pretty nifty case of Separation Anxiety. Basically, when I leave him to go to the bus stop or to the store or even to the mailbox, he freaks out and, if left unconfined, would rip the house apart to try to get out to find me.

How the last people didn't figure this out is beyond me, but what we've started to do is to crate Clyde when we sleep as well as when we leave the house. He hates this, and we're going through a lot of whining and barking at night and when we leave, but we're only about 4 days into the crating, and I'm hoping that with a bit more time he'll not only accept it and shut up, but maybe view the crate as a safe place to hide when he gets scared, because the crate will be a lot more convenient for us than his current hiding place-under the kitchen table.

My goal is to get him socialized and confident. He's the sweetest thing-not an aggressive bone in his body. He's housebroken and knows basic commands and he loves treats and takes them so nicely-and he's doing very well on a leash now which is an improvement from the water skiing I did the first day he was with us and hauled me across the yard, lol.

I don't have to worry about him with Cassie or the cats, either. Cassie is 5 pounds versus his 60 or so pounds, and she's already managed to kick his ass all over the house, and the cats, well they've all sharpened their claws on his nose, so it's pretty clear to him who is boss, and it's pretty much everyone BUT him right now, hehe.

The whole household is really into helping him, so the next month will be a very interesting one indeed, but it makes me feel really good to have him here, and I'm hopeful that we can make him happy.

I'll have to post some more pictures later on this weekend, it's truly funny to see him and Cassie standing next to each other. :)

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

It's raining, it's pouring......

What a cruddy day.

Actually, it's day two of cruddiness. (Is that a word, even? heh.) The rain has been coming down non-stop. The rivers are flooding, most with record levels. Some schools are canceled and people are being evacuated from their homes. Fortunately, I'm not in an area that is affected by this, but I do have friends that can't go to their homes right now, and that makes me feel really bad. :(

The rain is starting to slow down and with any luck, the rivers will begin to recede, but it will be ages before some folks will be able to get back into their homes. I've seen pictures of homes with water up past their garage doors. :/

And I know the big thing is that we're in the Seattle area and we're supposed to get rain, and people make jokes about how much it rains here (EVEN THOUGH I'm pretty sure that it rains more in NY than it does here!!!), but let me tell ya, the rain is coming down so hard that it sounds like rocks hitting the skylights in our kitchen. Our big brave macaw is huddled down at the bottom of his cage whispering "What's that?" over and over. Wuss.

Today did not get off to a happy start in this house, either. Our new coffee maker, that we bought two weeks ago, refuses to brew coffee. I woke up this morning, got Sebastian out of bed, started the coffee pot and then headed into our room to get dressed, and came out to find *NO* coffee. I don't know what's wrong with it. I hit the power button and I hear it "click" as it turns on, and the little red light comes on, but it doesn't brew a dang thing. I've unplugged it, talked to it, poked it, yelled at it, said bad words to it, hit it, and it still refuses to make my coffee.

In this house, having no coffee is a horrifying event, and this meant a trip to Starbucks, and typically it would annoy me to have to jump in my car first thing in the morning for a coffee, but since Annie introduced me to their pumpkin scones, I know that I have to get there fast before everyone else buys them. As it was, I got there at 9 am after Sebastian got on the bus, and I got the last one. Mwahahaha.

If you have a Starbucks near you, I highly recommend these scones. However, if you live in the Lake Stevens area, just leave the damned scones alone, or Annie and I will kick your butt.

I've been making good progress on Sebastian's scarf. I've completed 3.5 heads out of 6, and the more I get done, the more I hope that Sebastian doesn't mind too much if I....borrow this scarf from time to time.

I'm really quite intrigued by the whole illusion knitting, and I've already been digging around for new ideas for the next thing to knit. So far I've found a robot scarf pattern which looks pretty cool, and a skull and crossbones pattern which is right up my alley, but I've also found a pattern designed by the same gal who did the alien one called the "Card Trick" scarf, and I'm thinking about doing that one, too.

I've gotten a lot of really nice calls and messages from people about my cat, George. I never really stopped to realize how many people actually knew him, but I guess he really got around in 17+-18 years, hehe. It was kind of a weird weekend because I kept looking for him out of habit. When you have pets and they're getting old, you try to prepare yourself for them leaving but I don't think that there's anything that I could have done to prepare myself for losing my best bud. It sounds crazy (insert crazy cat lady comments here) but to me, he wasn't a cat really. He was a little person in fur, who was outgoing, bumbley and nurturing. And I'm just having a hard time getting used to him being gone. It really sucks.

Anyway, thanks a bunch to the folks who have e-mailed and called and commented, etc. It really means a lot to me.

Have a good day...

Friday, November 03, 2006

Sometimes, life just sucks.

The bad thing about pets is that they don't live forever. After having George with me for almost 18 years, the only bad thing he ever did in his lifetime was pass away, and he did that today in my arms, and I'm just crushed.

It's really hard to explain how I feel right now, I mean I could go on and post about everything I'm feeling and make you all raise and eyebrow and look at me like I'm nuts, because sometimes people just don't understand how other people can get attached to their pets, but it kind of feels like someone ripped my heart out of me and jumped up and down on it. Iin the last 17 years, he's been the one constant thing I've had in my life every day and he went through every wonderful and every horrible thing in my life right along with me and still liked me despite it all. He went from one coast to the next and then back again and I don't think he minded one bit. The way he was, it was clear that he loved me back, right up to his last minute when he wrapped his paws around me before he died.

I knew that someday, today would come, but it doesn't make it easier to realize that he's not going to be around anymore.

I will say that if it weren't for my friends, that I don't know what I would have done today.

A short post tonight because I'm just having a hard time wrapping my head around everything that happened today.

If love could have kept him alive, he would have lived forever.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

A knitting post!! Really!!!

Today is just one of those days where everything just feels a bit off. The first Thursday of every month is a 2 hour late start at school for teacher training, and it really puts a dent into my normal routine, and no matter what I do, it's always later than it really feels. I think the time change has a lot to do with it, too.

So much has been going on lately that I haven't had an opportunity to put any knitting pictures up. To be honest, I've not had much time to really sit down and knit as much as I would like to, but we've had a lot going on around here with Halloween and such, so the last couple nights have actually given me time to sit down and get something done.

First things second Clapotis is completed. I'm not sure what I was thinking, making a second one right after the first one. I think the yarn to this one just wanted to be knitted into one and I couldn't resist. It's going to be a good long while though before I do another one of these, and it's just because I didn't do something in between the two.

Overall I'm very pleased with it. It's completely different than the first one I made, though, and that's because the first one was made with a silk yarn, so it draped differently. The second one has more spring to it, and I've been contemplating blocking it, but then there's another part of me that kind of likes it the way it is, even if the stitch definition isn't quite there.

I really like the colors most of all, though. I call it the Garden Clapotis just because the colors remind me of a flower garden in the summer time.

So, well over a year ago, I started a scarf for Sebastian. He hounded me and begged and pleaded for this scarf after he saw it in the Stitch 'N Bitch book. I went nuts getting the right colors and I started it and got pretty far into it. I'm not sure what happened, apparently I was distracted by some other pattern or a hank of pretty yarn or Christmas gifts that needed to be done, but in the end I put the scarf down and forgot about it.

Last week, Sebastian asked me about his scarf. To be totally honest, I'd completely forgotten about it, so I went to dig for it, and found it. The first thing I noticed though, was how different the quality of my knitting was then compared to now. I was amazed, and I knew that there was no way that I could just continue the scarf, because I'm not sure I could have duplicated the gauge I was knitting with then. I decided to start over again, because this is just one of those projects where it really pays to have everything consistent.

I guess by looking at the first picture that the scarf looks pretty bad, because the black and the green together look violently bright. Definitely not colors I would be caught dead in. Or alive for that matter.

It's the pattern though, that really takes the two colors and puts them to work, and the end result is what is called "illusion knitting." If you're looking at it from a top view, it just looks like hideous green and black striping.

However, if you look at the scarf at an angle, you see Alien heads. Pretty freaking cool, huh? It's amazing what two colors (the green and the black) and some strategic knitting and purling will get you. In my case, the end result will be one happy kid, especially since he's so into the alien thing right now--in fact, he's playing Destroy All Humans 2 on his Playstation, lol.

I still have 4 Alien heads to finish, and then the fringe, and I think that Sebastian intends to spend every waking minute of his little life standing over me and breathing down my neck until it's done.

Something I would like to do with this pattern is copy the chart and blow it up a bit so I can read it a bit easier. Even with my glasses on it's really easy to mix stitches up.

I'm really pleased with how it's turning out so far, though, and I have a funny feeling that once this is done, I'll be making more. :)

I'm out of here. My cat George, who's been with me going on 18 years, isn't doing so well these days and it's getting to where I need to put my personal emotions aside and do what's right for him. I'm having a really hard time with it though, he's been through thick and thin with me and from one coast to the other and back again, and since I was a kid, he's the one constant thing I've had in my life, and it's really hard imagining him not here with me.

So I'm off to go dig out some of his favorite canned cat food to heat up just the way he likes it to see if I can bribe him into eating. He's the kind of cat though, that when he doesn't want to eat something, it's not really a good sign.

I'm heartbroken.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Trick or Treat! Smell my feet! Give me...err...yah.

So Halloween came and went without a hitch. Well, I take that back. The only bad thing about Halloween this year was putting my incredibly grumpy kid on a bus this morning for school, when he was convinced that the day after Halloween should be a national holiday.

"I don't get it." He said. "We don't have to go to school on the day after Thanksgiving. Pilgrims, ghosts, what's the difference?" Then he told me that I should make some phone calls to do something about this.

Ha, Ha. The evil plot to stay home, eat candy and play video games all day was once again thwarted.

Tuesday happens to be Phil's long day at work. Typically he will leave here at 5 or so in the morning and not get home until 8 at night, and since last night was Halloween, he actually went in to work 2 hours early for a 3 am start, just so he could be home to go Trick or Treating with us. He was pretty wiped out by the time he got home, so he announced that he was dressed up as a "Tired Motherf*cker" and made himself the official photographer. It's a shame really, because he had the most realistic costume. :)

Even I dressed up last night. I mean, I was a witch, so technically I didn't really have to dress up (/winks) but I went ahead and got a new dress and broom anyway, just to celebrate the occasion. Can't ever have enough brooms, you know.

Sebastian got ready to trick or treat the minute he got home from school. So, it was his job to handle the early trick or treaters while I got myself ready. This didn't go as well as I'd hoped, because he kept coming back to get me every few minutes so one of his buddies could see my costume or so I could fix someone's busted mask.

Finally though, we were ready, and Phil got home and we piled into the car to head over to Annie's to meet up with them, because Sebastian was going to trick or treat with their kids.

Here's a picture Phil took just before we left to go to Annie's mom's house...Top, from left to right: Annie's husband, Adrian the Ghost buster (holding Will, dressed as the puppy, and man, was he freaking cute) then Annie the Devil, then me. Bottom was Princess Abigail dressed as the angel, Sebastian, and then Blake, dressed as the Death Summoner.

See, Annie and I, we're not much different now than we were in high school. It's just that now, most of the people we hang out with are a lot shorter than us. That's all, really. :)

We took off from there and went to Annie's parents, where her Dad jumped out at the kids when we arrived. I think Blake prepared Sebastian for this, because I was kind of expecting that he'd wet his pants, but he really just shrugged it off, lol. From there, we went trick or treating.

I know after living in New Jersey and experiencing the lovely winters out there that I shouldn't be one to bitch, but holy cow, was it cold last night for trick or treating. The last couple days have been unusually cold, frost on the grass cold in the morning, and that's not supposed to happen for a while yet. It didn't bother the kids all too much, but the parents weren't getting any candy out of the deal, so we huddled up and complained as we made the kids run to all the houses.

After we were done, we went back to Annie's parents to thaw out, and then we headed home, where I was finally able to get Sebastian to eat dinner and Phil off to bed, since he had to work today, which is typically a day off for him.

Before I end my post for the day, I have to post the cuteness that is our dog, Cassie. She's a really funny dog, because she actually LIKES to be dressed up in dorky outfits. Her whole personality changes when she's wearing something. She prances and poses and shows off a bit, and yesterday was no exception-it was just another excuse to dress her up without making Phil run away in shame, so we dressed her up as a pumkin.

The hood was too big for her, but once she slowed down and took a minute to nap, I was able to take a better picture so you can get the idea.

Cute. :)
Have a good day, everyone.