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About me, myself, and I and the hobbies I have, including, but not limited to knitting. Oh, yeah, and my family too.

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Location: Indianapolis, Indiana, United States

Native Hoosier who never escaped. Living with hubby and kid in a house packed with too many crafts. And this is a problem how?

Saturday, January 29, 2005

David Hasselhoff

This was who my 4 year old said was in the tub with him tonight. He gets a little waterlogged in the brain when bathing. He acts out "Finding Nemo" with all of his bath toys. Tonight, it was scenes from the "Spongebob Squarepants" movie, obviously the scene with David Hasselhoff. I thought I was going to fall out of my chair.

The Rogue sweater is coming along nicely. I'm actually past the arm holes, and am trudging along on the hood. Claudia is right, the hood does seem to take longer than the other parts of the sweater. I think it's because of all the back and forth, and not being able to knit in the round. I'm almost ready to put the whole hood on a holder and start knitting the sleeves, so I'm back to the mindless part. That, and I'm not looking forward to grafting the top of the hood.

Went to the local SCA event today. I had a burst of crazed inspiration the other day and knit Audrey, the local baroness and my Laurel, a coronet. Blue and yellow wool with little bobbles at the points of the coronet. She was very amused, and actually wore it most of the day. It was a bit nippy in the building, being January and all, and the cooks had to keep opening the large garage door at the end of the hall to check the grills. This was an archery event, and I actually dusted off my bow and loosed a few down range. Seeing as this was the first time I'd shot since before Sean was born, I think I did pretty good. I actually hit the target more than once. Even scored a couple in the gold. I am now starting to feel the muscles rebel, and I have a couple of really pretty bruises on the inside of my left arm where I got nailed by the bowstring. The pain is exquisite.

Time for bed. We actually got Sean to bed at a reasonable time, so he'll be up at the butt-crack of dawn. Thank the Gods for Starbucks.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

I hate my job

After 4 years, they have finally discovered what I've been trying to tell them all along: I'm not a bookkeeper, nor do I play one on TV.

I am a data entry person. I don't really care what happens to the data after it is entered. Making columns balance is not why I drag myself out of bed every morning. And they are just now figuring that out.

So, after 4 years of dedicated BS, I've got 30 days to get my act together, or find a new job. I'm thinking that the "find a new job" option looks pretty good. If only it were that easy. Hubby has been looking for a job for over a year now. He is officially past the point of being picky. I think he'll take anything.

So, in the meantime, I've actually been knitting (and you thought the title of this blog was just gibberish). I started the Rogue sweater for my niece. In a nice, not quite mint/not quite seafoam green. I'm just hoping that I have enough yarn. I dug deep into my stash this time, pulling out some yarn I purchased many moons ago with the intent of knitting something for myself. HA! The pattern is really quite fun to do, as right now I only have to really think about it when I get to the cable section under the arms. I believe I'm on row 18 or 19 of the first cable pattern. I'll let you know when I get to divide it for the armholes.

Knitting makes me forget about work. It sometimes also makes me forget about food, sleep, and laundry. Speaking of such things, I need to throw some laundry in the dryer before bed. Sigh. Oh, to win the lottery. Then I could blog and knit and not have to worry.