Sunday, August 8, 2010

Swap teasers are awesomesauce!

Look what I received in the mail from my villainous awesome swap angel for the Dr. Horrible swap (for those of you who don't know, an angel swoops in and selflessly puts together a package for you when your original partner is a no show). I got the coolest finger puppets in the world!

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Pretty bitchin', no? I especially love Dr. Horrible's goggles and the hammer on Captain Hammer's shirt. Also that he has his arm flexed and ready to give Dr. H. a knuckle sandwich.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

2010 is more than 1/2 over...and none too soon. It has been a god awful year for me (does that expression apply to apathetic agnostics?)...I have lost 2 very important family members and a much loved pet. I will be glad to see 2010 far gone and a distant memory. & we all know how I feel about summer...I loathe it. I have a long standing dispute with the summer months...I hate summer and summer hates me right back.

I don't want to discount the good times...I've had some great times over the past several months...but I would trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday (to borrow from our gal Janis Joplin). Since that isn't possible, I guess I have no choice but to carry on, trudge on, and all that jazz. That doesn't mean I like it. Life is hard, we all know it, and losing the people and little silly creatures we love makes it that much harder. I guess there is nothing else to do but just be. So, keep calm and carry on (I tell myself)...there will be better days ahead. Or so I hope.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

toooo hot to do anything

It has been too damn hot to do much of anything....much less knit. But I did manage to finish these Madrid Mitts for my Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog swap partner:

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I totally dig them, and am gonna have to make some for myself. After a few false starts, I finally got into a nice comfortable groove knitting the lace. I was going to go with a more kitschy Dr. H type pattern, but these just seemed like something my swap buddy would like. I hope I'm right. And there were tons of other goodies I sent her, including a horribly crafted mixed cd that I love to death. I love Dr. Horrible! And I love knitting swaps! And I lovex13 Dr. Horrible knitting swaps!

next swaps for me....Zombie Apocalypse and Pirates. Totally up my alley, yo.

Friday, March 26, 2010

I do not mean to write poetry, but it is my only therapy

I do not like spring. Except when it acts like fall. It is better than summer, but everything is, really.

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My dog Pixie died 2 days ago. I used to say she was a mostly good girl, just because she was incredibly stubborn, but the truth is, she was a very, very good dog. I have never known anyone sweeter. I will miss her snorty, snuggley, ever hungry and constantly paw pawing self. She was only a bit more than 5 1/2, so she will never be an old gray dog with arthritis or creaky knees. She was very silly and always optimistic, but no one could look more pitiful than her if she did not get her way. She hardly ever barked, she loved short walks, and bananas.

I wrote this yesterday, it doesn't really speak much about her darling personality, but I guess it is what I needed to write at the time. I'm sure there will be other dog poems to torture everyone with to come, maybe I will be able to resist the urge to post them all.

Spring was when my dog died

Spring was when my dog died,
But I didn’t care for spring much before then, anyways,
With its showy blossoms and encroaching heat.
One day I was walking around in my sweater,
The air crisp against my face,
And then the sun felt too close all of a sudden.
The birds all started eyeing me like I was after something that was theirs.

Spring was when my dog died,
But before she did
She got to see a few days of it.
She loved to sit outside
On her velveteen pillow,
Sunbathing like I never would.
She was much more a fan of spring than I am,
Even though she would sometimes sneeze as the pollen grew thick,
I don’t think she minded, though.
She didn’t like the snow
Or the cold wind in her ears.

Spring was when my dog died,
She got to see one last rabbit,
Had a good long walk,
And then took her exit
While the pear trees were in full bloom.