
Sunday, February 28, 2010
70? No Way!

Saturday, February 27, 2010
New Hat
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Gauge? What's That?
I hate gauge. I don't like figuring gauge. I don't do swatches. Yeah, I know. But today I have been "trying" to get the correct gauge for a shawl. It should not be that hard but I have one skein of Misti Alpaca Handpaint Sock Yarn and I want to make sure that there will be enough for the shawl. The yardage on the ball band tells me if I have gauge I will have enough, well, just enough with no room to spare. Did I mention I hate doing swatches? They seem such a waste of good knitting time to say nothing of that I am going to "tire out" that first little bit of precious alpaca yarn. My new mantra is going to be "check the rules for gauge in Yarn Harlot's book Knitting Rules". This is one of my most favorite books because in following her instructions for knitting socks I was able to accomplish knitting socks that fit. When Yarn Harlot was in Dallas at a book signing last year I asked to to autograph my book. She was gracious enough to let me take a picture of her holding the sock I was working on. She was my encouragement that I could actually make socks that fit. So today after trying to get just the right gauge, for the um-teenth time I got out the book and read the rules for gauge. If you don't have enough stitches per inch then go down a needle size. Well, I tried that. I laughed because it should be so simple to figure out. But have you ever been in the position of having tried everything and are ready to throw the knitting across the room and someone says hey do this. That is when you say oh, yeah, that's right. Yarn Harlot called it being "frayed at the edges". Yeah I was there. I only have one hank of this yarn. It is a small shawl. But I do not want to get to the last couple of rows and not have enough yarn. Hmmm. I cannot say what pattern it is because if I do not get this gauge thing worked out then I won't have to face the disappointment of explaining why I would be ripping out the shawl. So now that I have unloaded my thoughts, and miraculously without any cussing, I am off to see if I now can get the right gauge.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
What The Heck?
I have a question. Do hospitals, doctors and/or pharmacies sell information to shall we say pill providers? I have noticed that in the last month since my little visit to the emergency room I am getting all kinds of, shall we say, crap on my email. I mean these go to my junk mail so I don't open them but what the heck? Today was the biggest yet. Usually you get one or two of the normal kind with a few of the ones that people hate to even talk to their doctor about. But today I got seventeen, yes 17 of these kinds of email. I mean offering me great deals on all kinds of pain meds etc. So is our personal info on what kind of meds we take being splashed across the world? Now yes I may have blogged about what I had to take due to the kidney infection and perhaps I am naive about the world, well not really, but holy cow. So since all this started after my little ER trip I am wondering if perhaps hospitals sell information or if people have nothing better to do than to sculk through websites, blogs, social networks and overload people's emails with their trash. I have a longstanding pharmacy where like Cheer's everybody knows my name. I am not about to buy from some unknown person on the internet. So this is just a little rant. I know we all live basically in a society where any info can be obtained but I am hoping that one of our most sacred establishments who see us at our physical worst sometimes are not out there hawking our info for extra money. Rant finished.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Winter Olympics
I really like the Winter Olympics. I can take or leave the Summer Olympics but the Winter Games are so much more interesting. You might find this strange when I tell you my favorite sport. I like all the ski events. I like the skating including the ice dancing. Anyone remember Torvill & Dean skating to Ravel's Bolero? I really enjoy the speed skating. Of course Apolo Ohno comes to mind especially since he just took the lead in overall medals away from Bonnie Blair. By the way was anyone else shocked to see Eric Hyden had some gray hair and Bonnie looked older? I believe that it was mentioned Eric won his big stash of medals in 1980. Is it possible it has been that long ago? But my absolute favorite sport is Curling. Yes, the game where they fling rocks across the ice toward what looks like a green and blue Target logo. Where people slide across the ice and holler at the top of their lungs to help the rock along. I am not sure when I fell for Curling. It was many, many Olympics ago. I will watch it every time it is on and since the Games are being shown on three different stations and Curling is on at a varied amount of times I am in Curling heaven. Sitting on the TV is my Olympic knitting. It is not a hard project just takes a bit of counting. Exact details will have to wait till it is finished. If you have not watched Curling give it a try. It is very cool, haha.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Now That Is Some Good Chicken Spaghetti!
Snow & Sopapeoples


A week after our huge snowfall The Ponderosa still has snow in several spots. It was about 54 degrees and Jo and I were taking a walk and looking at the leftovers. Notice she has on a short sleeve dress but is sitting by the snow. We went to El Fenix and Scout had her first taste of the kids "sopapeoples". They are sopapillas cut into the shape of people. Very cute. We really did not think she would like them but as you can see she did.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Happy Birthday Corteney!


Friday, February 12, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Snow Update
Let it Snow, Let it Snow, Let it Snow!!


Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Lost Needles
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Not A Super Bowl Get-Together
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Silent Poetry Reading
I was reminded today by Lene, http://www.theseatedview.blogspot.com/, that today was the Feast of St Brigid or Imbolc, the Fifth Annual Blogger (Silent) Poetry Reading. She has a wonderful poem on her site as does Strickerin. There are links to both here on my blog. Not very long ago while Joseph was still in the Army a friend of mine sent this poem by Khalil Gibran to me. It became a favorite of mine probably because I have four kids and five grandkids.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
Which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
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