Sunday, September 30, 2007

Crazed

I'm trying to get ready for a vacation. I went crazy looking for our bathing suits so I could wash and pack them. I looked on the back porch, in the laundry, in the car, couldn't find them. I don't know what finally made me look in the drawers, but there they all were, clean and put away.

I fell asleep on the couch, having been up for a while with a sick kid during the night. The problem with afternoon naps is that they give me weird dreams. Probably because I know there's stuff I should be doing, so I never know if I'm really sleeping or not, as my dreams have me up and about. I dreamed that I woke up from my nap and ordered pizza. Then when I really woke up, I wasn't sure if I did it or not and had to ask my daughter. Ugh. I'm way too tired. I need a PA and a maid.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Ravelry!

I had forgotten all about Ravelry.com until I got my invitation yesterday and now I can't stop looking at it. I can keep track of all the needles, yarn, and patterns that I own. I can post details and pictures of all my projects, and keep track of projects I want to do in the future, and for whom. I can look up a pattern that I want to do, and see other people's results and comments. Same for yarn. Dang. Too much. Waaaaaaaaay too many pretty pictures. I've spent too many hours there these past two days. I should have used that time to actually knit instead of read about and look at knitting. Duh.

But it's so pretty!

Thursday, September 20, 2007

What Goes on During Commercial Breaks


"Quick Rima! Throw me some cheesecake!"
I guarantee, these guys get the chicks.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/20780105/

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Oh Poo.

This year's Scottish festival is going to be while we're away so we'll miss it. It just so happens that it's hubby's clan that's being honored. I was going to get Cheeky Wee Angus MacBrian a cute little kilt, with flashings and all. Ah well.

Last time we were there, we met a very nice, very crazy old Scotsman who complained that we spelled our name like pawkie sassenachs and that we need to drop the "e". He kept giving my kids cookies though because he melted every time my daughter said "thank you" and gave one to the baby. He was just googoo for her. He reminded me of my grandpa. She would have weaseled him out of all his cookies too.

I've met a few Scottish people in my everyday life, and as far as I know, only one wasn't a raving crazyperson. She might have been though, and I just didn't know about it. The others though, they just go nuts when something sets them off. Pretty much like the Celts in my family. Yeah, the same really, just different unitelligible accents. So that's probably another reason that guy reminded me of my grandpa. I could totally see my grandfather ranting about something like that. He was a head-butter too. Hilarious.

Too Far Away

Oh blow ye winds over the ocean
Oh blow ye winds over the sea
Oh blow ye winds over the ocean
And bring back my bonnie to me

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Harem Boy Alert!

Head harem boy saw ex-harem boy in the city today. It must have been awkward. It seems that Bobby is finding comfort though. He had two women and a box of meat with him. He hasn't changed.