JenLa

Did you know today is Blog Day 2006?

And no, I haven’t forgotten that it’s also Thursday.

I just had a talk with my mom’s doctor and to make a long story short, I’m about to place my mother in hospice. We were told 8-12 months with no treatment, possibly 18 months with successful treatment. But she was diagnosed on May 6th. Four months from diagnosis to end-care. Moms should live forever. It should be a pre-requisite of having babies.

So today I’d like to give the big fat ugly finger to cancer. FUCK YOU, CANCER!! And fuck you tobacco companies. And fuck you, too, heartbreak, grief, misery and pain.

You know, being a person who loves having things highly organized, I’m really digging on this whole “themed” day thingy we got going here. Sure helps to keep my ducks in a row, let me tell ya!

Now, anyone who has read us for any length of time knows that we are all about the drinking. We really love our likker, our wine, our beer. We love to drink it, cook with it, knit with it and admire it, yes, even worship it . But you know what we also really love? Footage of others getting their drink on.

So, without further ado I give you a glimpse into the drinking that takes place at Casa de La. (Uh, sorry for the sucky lighting. I think the DH believes he was Batman in a former life)

Yup, that’s how she drinks water…all the time.

What the fuck?

I really planned to write this post yesterday but I couldn’t because my arms fell off.* Well ok they didn’t fall off, but I spent several hours praying that they would. I wanted to post an Effed-O but Satan intervened and instead I had effed shoulders. I couldn’t even knit for two days I was in so much pain. The kind of pain that alleve, aspirin, excedrin p.m., beer and wine cannot cure. So when I awoke today with no pain I rushed to finish the mystery item that you were guessing about.

If you didn’t guess socks, you were not only wrong, but obviously you were at the wrong blog. Toys and socks, that’s about all I’m managing this year. Wait, let’s say I’m using this year to focus on socks and toys, that sounds better.
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Specs:
Yarn: I don’t know but it’s superwash merino that my Dye-O-Rama Pal made for me. Thank you, Nathania!!
Needles: Crystal Palace US size 2 double points, also from my Dye-O-Rama pal. Thanks again, Nathania!!
Pattern: Kansas Harvest Socks via the Townsend Socks Knit Along by Jeanie Townsend. There are loads of free sock patterns, mostly by Jeanie (it’s her group!) at this yahoo group, and it’s well worth joining. Thanks, Jeannie!
Notes/Modifications: Just the usual, I knit them toe-up. this pattern goes in both directions anyway so there was no pattern conversion involved. I used a YO short row heel, which is not my favorite, but certainly is easy to do and a sewn bind off.
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Now let’s take a moment to discuss exactly WHY my shoulders were all jacked up. You see, I was knitting with cotton, which is against my religion. I love wearing cotton. I love that cotton is natural and breathable. I despise knitting with it. You see way-back-when I worked on a TV show for a couple of years that was set in a haunted house. Haunted houses equal smoke and while normally this is a special effect the show was non-union and props got stuck doing all the effects so I would squirt the smoke out and wave a wooden square attached to a wooden handle around to waft the smoke in front of camera. Every shot, every scene, every FUCKING day. Well, I wrecked both my trapezius muscles permanently. The nice doctor at the local worker’s comp office basically told me I was screwed and recommended not wafting smoke anymore. Day-to-day this pain doesn’t factor into my life unless I either a) try to hold anything of any weight either over my head or out from my body. If I can’t lean it against myself and have to hold it away from me I’m screwed. Or b) knit with cotton. I’m not precisely sure why the cotton knitting does this, but my theory is that since there’s no give in the fiber I’m exaggerating my motions to make the stitches. Now you know why you don’t see me presenting FO pics of summer tanks. So…. ambling non-sensically in the vague direction of the point, WHY was I knitting with cotton? It was gift knitting. For someone I care a lot about who not only is going through a hell of a time right now, but also just had a birthday and will love and appreciate this particular gift. Now I should just leave it at that. In fact, I swore to Jill at SnB on Saturday that I’d never admit it on the blog, but….
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SHUT IT.

Half-assed

Homesteader.