And It's Good!

Today was an athlete's day. I sat in my bed watching Lost and knitting all morning. I finished knitting the second sock at approximately one o'clock. Then it was time to graft the two ends of the toe together. That was when the first problem hit. I could not for the life of me find one of my darning needles! It isn't as if I don't own more than one! I even kept one of them in a special bag specifically carried around with me for these socks! Somehow though, that bag is gone! (I am thoroughly convinced that one of these individuals you call my "family" have stolen the bag and hidden it specifically to hinder my olympic goal.)
In my desperation, I used my knitting needles to coerce the end of the yarn through each stitch individually (have you ever tried that? It should be it's own olympic event, because it is darned hard!), until finally Lauren came to me and said, "Um...Have you tried a crochet hook?"
That dumbfounded me. I couldn't believe that I'd made such a rookie mistake. I quickly switched tactics and the grafting came along much faster after that.
Once I was finished, I did a victory lap around the house, calling people, showing my cats, and just generally having a great time, when...disaster! I discovered that I had incorrectly grafted the first sock, and that if I didn't fix it, my toes would poke a hole through the end so fast my head would spin.
I attempted to calm myself down, even though it was now six o'clock and time was running out. "It's ok," I said, " I'll just pull out the grafted end and redo it." Alas, it was not that simple, for no sooner than I had begun to pull out the grafted end, did stitches begin to drop. Eventually, I gave up, cut off a particularly stubborn corner of the damned thing, and unraveled a few rows.
I desperately began to mend the sock. It was in this state of knitterly nirvana that I heard the voice of God, and God said, "Finish this sock on time, or I will pwn your ass!" I did what God said.

And so I give to you, my Winter Olympics 2010 Socks:



I think that the hair on my legs counteracts the non-manly nature of sparkly socks.

I actually finished grafting the first sock at the roller derby, so here it is, being held by two roller girls off of the "Hellcats", a la "Yarn Harlot".

VICTORY!!
I am done! I feel so accomplished. Now, on to nice, peaceful, easy-going, flat garter stitch.

Thing to be grateful for today: Fun.

Home Stretch

Tomorrow is the day. Let's hope something awesome happens. I have half of the foot left. I'll post pictures of my (hopefully) finished socks after I go to the roller derby.

Thing to be grateful for today: Dirndls

Olympic Update

I am one day behind. Fortunately, I left a day for just such an occasion. This means that I must complete the foot in the next two days, and for the first time throughout the entire competition, I really think I can do it! Here's where I'm at right now:



I think that they look pretty good. I'm very excited. I'll have plenty of knitting time tomorrow. This should be fun.

Thing to be grateful for today: Lost.

Happy Birthday (To Someone)

I'm giving you all a gift today. Sleep.

Thing to be grateful for today: Sleep.

When God Giveth, God Taketh Away

That's one of my favorite sayings ever, and it definitely pertains to today.

Today was a little bit of a *hem* clusterfuck, so this post is going to be *hem* short.
This day has been a lovely rollercoaster of good and bad, but let's focus on the good shall we?
I had no school today, and you know what that means?
I have some great news! I'm on schedule now!! Not having school today allowed me to finish the first sock and then got a HUGE amount of the second sock done while watching Lost! I'll have pictures tomorrow...sorry.

Thing to be grateful for today: Sleeping in.

Knitting As Art (Part 2)

SO, yesterday my little brains creative cogs got to churning, and I was hit by a massive wave of awesome inspiration! What if I made an entire series of patterns based upon classic fairy tales? That single idea brought out a flood of patterns that I could write, and then give to several friends to knit, and maybe send off to knitting publications like Knitty! How cool would that be? Suddenly I'm having to tell myself that, right now, finishing these socks for the knitting olympics is my number one priority...
Speaking of, I'm behind. As I write this, the first sock is not done! That is so frightening. That means that I'll really be chugging it out this Sunday! Wish me luck.
I know posts have been short this week, but I'm just completely swamped by homework, and that's hopefully going to end very soon. Good night.

Thing to be grateful for today: Rent.

Knitting As Art

So, as of right now, the second sock is not done, which is BAD. In fact, I haven't even started decreasing for the toe, hopefully this will not be the case by the end of the night, because I have got to win gold.

I just started a class on the book "Parzival" today, and instead of having a final or reading summaries, we have been assigned to create a series of art pieces in any medium we like that conveys important themes in the book. My current idea is that I will knit two scarves, both in "fisherman style", that is to say that the scarves will be thinner in the middle to rest on the nape of the neck. The first will be half black and half white, with the two colors meeting in the center of the scarf's length. On each side will be half of a poem, knitted in the opposing color. This poem is the beginning paragraph of the book. I'm pretty excited, though the thought of knitting words is intimidating. Does anyone have any pro tips or references they'd like to give me? The second scarf's design is yet to be decided.

Thing to be grateful for today: That class. It's awesome.

The Athlete Is Wearing

Yesterday marked the halfway point in the knitting olympics. The olympics end this Sunday. One week is left in this competition. My faith in my ability to finish these socks is not yet fully gone for one reason. It has only taken me seven days to get this far.



You see, though the competition started last Friday, the torch was lit very late at night, and I had to get up very early in the morning (we're talking before four), and so I did not actually start the sock on Saturday. I finished a whole repeat of the cuff pattern in addition to the ribbing that day. Then...disaster. The sock did not fit comfortably over my heel. My cast on had been too tight. Therefore, I ripped out the entire thing, and started over in Penn Station. Therefore, this sock was really started last Sunday. Therefore, I can totally finish the second sock in time. I just have to pick up the pace a little.
I did make a small tactical error. At the beginning of the foot, you have the option to continue some semblance of the cable pattern (slightly altered), or just knit it plain with a small amount of ribbing on each side. I choose the prior. This means that I have to keep constant track of what round I'm on for most of the foot. That SUCKS! This means that I can't just mindlessly chug on. I LIVE for mindless knitting. Do not fear though, I shall persevere, and I shall succeed!

I have faith, because I have a schedule.

Monday: Finish Sock 1, cast on sock 2, attempt to get through ribbing (I have a whole essay to do tomorrow, so we'll see about that last part)

Tuesday: (Ribbing), First repeat and a half of cuff.

Wednesday: Second repeat and a half of cuff.

Thursday: Heel, begin knitting in the round for foot.

Friday: Get to halfway foot point.

Saturday: Attempt to finish second sock.

Sunday: (Finish Second Sock) Block (See that?? I left a day for BLOCKING! I can TOTALLY wear these socks to Lauren's torch extinguishing party!)

Sure, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday are going to be a little rough, but I get a nice break on Thursday (that way I can catch up if I'm behind, and still not be leaving it to the last minute). Friday won't be that hard, I find that the foot does tend to fly by quite fast. Saturday could get a little sketchy, but that's why I left Sunday for final catching up. I'll keep you up to date on how my progress is coming this week.

Thing to be grateful for: Schedules, because they give you control when everything else feels a little bit insane.

Momma

Today is my mom's birthday. She's an absolutely incredible woman, and I love her so much. She has done so much for me, and has (in my opinion) done a really great job of parenting. I have never loved someone like I love my mom. She's empathetic, powerful, vulnerable, intelligent, funny, friendly, beautiful, and most all of my friends agree that she is more of a friend than a "friend's mom" to them. If there was ever anyone who deserved exactly what she wanted for her birthday, that would be my mom.
I can always go to her when I'm in pain, or I just need someone to hold me, and she'll put what she's doing aside to be with me. She knows how to set boundaries and be firm about them, and that has taught me so much about strength and standing up for myself. She works so hard, and I'm constantly amazed by her.
Here's something you probably didn't know about my mom:



She is the hummingbird whisperer.



I love you, momma.

Thing to be grateful for: I think that this goes without saying but, my mom.

Photo Essay

So, as promised today is a gigantic photo essay of my trip to the Godless North along with my olympic knitting status so far.



My travel companions were totally awesome. That's my mom and grandmother. I knew that Times Square was bright, but when I walked out of our restaurant, I thought the sun was still up, but then I looked at the sky and it was black! I was dumbfounded and a little bit appalled by the amount of energy that must take.



We took the Amtrack down from New York into Amherst, Massachusetts. The ride was absolutely beautiful. Unfortunately, you can't really tell in this picture, but I was working on the sock throughout the entire ride.



The college of my dreams. I really loved it. My visit was a great experience, and fully sealed my conviction that this is the college for me. I'm fully aware that I look incredibly fruity in this picture.



Amherst got several inches of snow the next day. Now, some of you may not believe this, but I've never ever seen that much snowfall in my life. It was a magical thing for me. I wrote a poem about it. Maybe I'll post it sometime.



This is on the Hampshire campus. There is actually a path there, you just can't see it because of the snow. Funny how that works.



THe sock is coming along, though I should really be totally done with the first one tomorrow if I want to stay on schedule (we're at the halfway point right now, and I'm rather frightened). This picture was taken as of Thursday morning, and I've made about an inch and a half of progress on the foot. May the force be with me.

Before any of you ask, I am very aware that I'm making myself sparkly socks. Deal!

Thing to be grateful for today: Changes of heart.

I'm Back

Hey everyone,
I got back in town just a couple of hours ago, so regular blog posts are now resuming. I know that I missed a couple of days, but that was because I was combining multiple posts that I'd written into singular, more consolidated posts.
Anyway, I have a lot to do now that I'm back, and tomorrow I promise you'll get all the awesome pictures of the trip that I've been promising.

Thing to be grateful for today: My own bed.

Hampshire...

...is my dream school. I want to start today.
I went and visited Hampshire today, and it was absolutely incredible. The students were all so passionate about what they wanted to learn, and everyone seemed intelligent and friendly. The surrounding town is absolutely awesome. There are tons of hip little shops and coffee houses to go to. I already checked out the local yarn shop, and it is ADORABLE! I bought a lovely skein of mohair. It was pretty awesome.
I feel that I'll be able to get a really amazing education at Hampshire, and will make tons of friends fast. I'm really looking forward to the application process, even if I'm nervous about the acceptance process.
I was interviewed today and the entire thing was so neat. Everything was very laid back and friendly. The interviewee was a current senior from France. He was very fun and interesting. We talked about our favorite poets and about creative writing. Of course, I did a lot of the talking because it was an interview to see if I was a good prospective student ( it of course had nothing to do with the fact that I love to talk). I also attended two classes; one on sex, gender, and their connections to evolutionary biology (that was really fascinating. We talked about eugenics), and the other was on play writing, which is something I'm very interested in as I wrote about maybe a month ago. I also attended a really awesome student discussion panel. All three of the present students were really proud of what they were working on and absolutely in love with it.
I'm one of those people who is interested in a LOT of things. I want to study creative writing, foreign language, psychology, film, gender studies, minority studies, literature, agriculture (the list goes on), and I really think I can study all of these things at a school like Hampshire where I can pull from classes at five different colleges and most of my classes will have an interdisciplinary focus. I'm really in love with this school, if you hadn't gotten that by now.

Thing to be grateful for today: Things that work out even in the face of failure.

On the Road

I'm combining today and yesterday for convenience. I've been writing this post in my head for about 36 hours now. I don't have any photos right now, because my camera's battery is charging. Maybe I'll just post a long string of them tomorrow.

So, yesterday I drove off to my grandmother's house, and something very odd happened...as my mother and I were driving through east Texas, we began to see snow. SNOW, people! Not just a little bit of snow, but serious, honest to God INCHES of sticking snow! That does not happen in Texas. Somehow this week, every single state in the United States except for Hawaii had snow. Isn't that wild?

Anyway, we see this snow, and we just can't believe that it's really there. Then we see a snowman, and then another. Soon we've seen at least 20 decrepit, precariously leaning, depressing snowmen. They were a great source of amusement throughout our drive.

Anyway, we went through a scary period where we thought that the snow would be hindering our drive to Dallas in the morning and cause us to hinder our flight. We had expected snow to be a possible threat to the timeliness of our trip once we got up to the north, but never did we think that the snow would come to TEXAS! Apparently the weather wanted to test my conviction.

We thought we might go ahead and drive there last night and stay at the hotel by the airport, but eventually we just decided to stick with the original plan. That means that I got up at and ungodly hour this morning. I've now been up for almost nineteen hours after only five hours of sleep last night.

Anyway, long story short, after a terribly frightening drive through insane amounts of fog and snow, we made it to Dallas. There we ate sandwiches that supposedly contained egg, though I'm not sure that that's what it really was (those yolks were unnaturally yellow, I tell you!). None of our flights were delayed, in fact we made better time then expected. Of course, we had a run in with a slightly insane Brooklynese Russian man who drove us from JFK airport to Manhattan. He was nice enough as long as you weren't Italian, Brazilian, or a taxi driver.

Once in Manhattan, we had dinner, walked around Times Square (I swear, I walked outside and thought it was daytime. Turns out the sun had gone down LONG ago, the lights are just that bright). We finished the night with an event that changed my life forever...we saw "Next to Normal" on Broadway. If you don't know what "Next to Normal" is, look it up. Seriously, it's worth it. That show absolutely changed my life. The entire performance was incredible, and the set was genius. The music was beautiful, and Alice Ripley absolutely deserved the Tony for Best Actress that she received.

I have one last thing to tell you about; the Knitting Olympics. Because I had to wake up so early this morning, I did not wait for the torch to be lit (sorry, Lauren). I started the first sock on the plane this morning. I got through the ribbing for the cuff and half of the first pattern repeat on the leg. It's looking pretty cool right now. I calculate that that's about an eighth of a sock. That speed will just barely cut it. If I knit that much every day, I'll be done after sixteen days, which means I'll finish on the last day. That scares me. I do not like to be that last minute. We'll see what comes.

Thing to be grateful for today: NEXT TO NORMAL!!

Shifting Gears

So, despite the fact that I've signed up for knitting striped socks for the knitting olympics...they haven't started yet, so I consider myself still eligible for shifting gears. Therefore, I AM knitting Earl Grey by Stephanie Pearl-McPhee.
Their are two benefits to knitting these socks instead.
1. The cables make them a bit trickier, so I feel that they're more appropriate for the olympics. I'm making my project HARDER, so I can definitely justify switching.
2. It's easier to travel with these socks because they don't require scissors every few rounds like striped socks would, and they each only require one ball. I'm traveling a lot over the next week, so that one is key.
So, I'm either knitting these in plain blue yarn, or in blue or gray yarn with silver spun in. We'll see what the cosmos directs me towards.

Starting tomorrow, my internet access is going to be scant at best. I'll be writing posts every day, they just might not make it onto the actual site every day. I'll update when I can.

Thing to be grateful for today: Precedent.

A List of Ten

Goals for tomorrow:
1. Take care of myself.
2. Buy the knitting olympics yarn.
3. Write something.
4. Blog up by nine.
5. Bed by ten.
6. Remember my dreams.
7. Carpe Diem
8. Pack
9. Do laundry
10. Relax

Thing to be grateful for today: My lovely friend Tess, who is an awesome dinner companion.

Gives Me Hope

Today, I want to talk about one of my favorite websites ever, givesmehope.com. It is a truly amazing website. The concept is that it is fmylife.com, but for optimists. Every day people send in stories that give them hope, and the website chooses the ones they like best.
Now, of course, some people are going to send in fake stories to see if they can get in, but I just let it be and enjoy them all, because not believing in any of the stories when they can't all be fake, and most of them are probably true, doesn't make sense to me.
Every day, usually a couple of times, I'll check givesmehope and read the new posts. They're just a really lovely pick me up, and I find the stories very inspiring. One of the today's in particular pulled at my heartstrings and made me realize how truly lucky I am.

"There are but two boys in my high school who have openly admitted they are gay.

They are constantly spit at and beat on in school, yet the more confident always holds the shyer one's hand. Despite threats, they showed up to prom together, wearing matching suits.

Seeing them on the dance floor, ignoring the world GMH."

Thing to be grateful for today: Givesmehope.com

Chop Chop Chop

I got a haircut today.
I wondered earlier about the conceit of writing a blog post about a haircut. It's essentially saying, "Look! I did altered my appearance in some way that I think makes me look awesome! Don't you like it? I DO!"
Then I decided that that was essentially what I wanted to say, because dudes...

Before:




After:



Isn't that a nice hand?
Anyway, my hair is cut. And I'm not conceited enough to ask your opinion.



Thing to be grateful for today: Scissors.

We Just Aren't, OK??

We absolutely are NOT going to talk about how much Lost I watched today! We just ARE NOT! Got it?? Now, if I were to permit talking about it, I might say that I'm on episode twelve now...Yeah...
It isn't as if I was doing anything constructive all day! Look!



I made a hat! Remember that yarn I got for my birthday that was so pretty and I didn't know what to do with? I picked it up on Friday and did a half inch or so, then yesterday I worked on it while I rode back from Sprachfest, and today I finished it during Lost.



So there! I DID something! And I have about a half skein of each left over, so I could make another if I wanted.



I attempted to blog the hat with my cat, Steve. Steve was not really enthused with the idea.



This is what the sky looked like in Texas today. Pretty dreary, huh? (Note: We are also not going to talk about the fact that I'm changing the setting of each picture so I can justify showing you the same hat over and over again.)



Is it just me or does this look like it's a very old picture because of the quality? Sorry about that. (Please forgive my appearance, I've been sick all week. I normally look much better than this.)



Basic concept: Casted on 80 stitches, did a 2x2 rib for an inch or so, switching colors every two rows, then I worked in stockinette until it suited me, then decreased accordingly.

Thing to be grateful for today: Rest.

Dissapointment

I'm writing a quickie today, because I've been up since five thirty this morning. I had to get up and drive (or rather, ride, someone else drove) to San Antonio for "Sprachfest", a German language competition. Once there, I had a chai tea latte, did a poetry reading after which the judge asked me if I was a native speaker of German (I've been taking German for four weeks now, the fact that she can understand me at all is an accomplishment), and then finally totally arsed up a duet acting skit. Somehow both things managed to be worth sending me to state for (fortunately state is closer to home).
I just got back from my High School's talent show where I thoroughly disappointed myself. I was supposed to read a poem, but I got afraid and decided that I really didn't want to do it, so I took my name off of the list. Then I found out that there was a program...DUDES, I was ON THE PROGRAM! So I spent the entire night getting asked why I hadn't read, and feeling awful.
It isn't as if I haven't read poetry in front of crowds before, I used to do it all the time. Somehow though, I just got very nervous (I always do, I guess the difference here is that I succumbed), and that just thoroughly messed up my self esteem. Anyway, I'm going to bed now because it is almost eleven thirty, which would mean that I've been up for going on eighteen hours now...Yeah, night...

Thing to be grateful for today: Hindsight

This Could Be Bad...

So guys...I think I might have made a very serious error...
Despite months of telling myself that I would not do this, or if I did I at least had to wait until July, I watched Lost today. Season 1 Episode 1.
Now, I'm not at all the type to get addicted to specific television shows for periods of time, especially if they have really cool plots...but let's just say that I might have been down this path with Heroes, Charmed, Card Captor Sakura (that one was long, long ago), True Blood, Queer as Folk, and Glee. What's happened in the past, is that I will watch the first few episodes of a show and become hooked...I then have to watch as many as humanly possible in as short a time as humanly possible so that I might catch up to the show's current running time as fast as possible.
As you might have guessed, this can have drastic effects on the state of my homework load, room, general hygiene, and social life (Let's not talk about when I first started watching Heroes...or how long it took me to watch the first three seasons. That was not one of my proudest moments).
It may be too late at this point to get me to stop watching Lost, but I may, if certain measures are taken, not completely lose my ever-loving mind and watch it in it's entirety over the next three weeks. That's six seasons, please let's not let me go that crazy. Here's the plan. If I've finished season 1 before the end of February, there's to be an intervention (something involving high levels of reading/bathing/thinking might be in order). I'll let you know where I'm at at the end of February, shall I?

Thing to be grateful for today: Self Control

Getting a Little Distracted

I realized something today. I realized that this is not the blog I had intended. Now, that isn't necessarily a bad thing, it just is. I had not intended for this blog to be a straight up knitting blog, but somehow (probably because I love knitting a lot) it has become one. I started off talking about knitting and other stuff (there's stuff besides knitting??). I've decided to go back to that for a couple of reasons.
a) It's more accessible, and I like it if people read what I write (as far as I can tell right now, not a lot of you are, but that's just because I can only tell if you comment...HINT HINT).
b) There are a lot of really interesting things I like to write about other than knitting.

Now, there's another reason that this blog is not the way I had intended for it to be, and that is that the posts have gotten shorter...and shorter, and that is not good, so I am as of today writing longer posts (hopefully with more pictures. I don't have any pictures for today, but God will I when I get back from Massachusetts).

Speaking of the Massachusetts trip, why don't I explain. I've been wanting to go to this awesome (I typed that as "shit awesome" the first time...odd) college in Amherst, Massachusetts called "Hampshire". Yes, it is indeed confusing that a college named "Hampshire" is in Massachusetts and not New Hampshire. Please don't ask me why.
Anyway, Hampshire has been my dream college for two years now. I know that makes me a total overachiever because a lot of people don't even start seriously thinking about where they want to go until eleventh or sometimes twelfth grade, let alone pick a personal favorite college. There's nothing wrong with that, that's just not how I roll.
I'm a complete planner, I always want to have everything planned and timed with exactitude so I can do as much as I can with as little amount of time as possible (sometimes the thing I want to do is relax...I try not to time that). That's why I choose my ideal college so early. It isn't as if I didn't keep my options open, I've just always circled back to Hamshire.
Ahem...back to the Massachusetts trip.
I'm leaving next Friday for my grandmother's house in Tyler, Texas with my mother. The next morning the three of us will be getting up at the ugly crack of dawn so we can get to the Dallas airport for our early flight to New York City. We'll spend about fourteen hours there. The plan is simple/near-impossible. We fly into New York, rush to our hotel, have dinner if at all possible, go see my favorite my favorite musical ever, "Next to Normal" (Great show, you should listen to the music), return to the hotel, sleep, wake up the next morning, have brunch, walk through Central Park, and then leave. We will be taking a rented car out of New York. This means my mother will quite possibly be driving in the snow. She has never done this. My job is to cover my grandmother's eyes throughout the entire endeavor.
We will arrive in Amherst that evening, hopefully before nightfall (if it's dark and my mother is driving in the snow, I don't know what we'll do), and check into our hotel. The next morning, I'm going to Hampshire to take classes all day, visit with students and faculty, and have an interview. We have the following day to explore Amherst, but after that, we must return to New York for our flight out.
That's quite an itinerary, isn't it? I'm still dumb-founded that my mother pulled it all together and she gets complete props from me.

Thing to be grateful for: My mother's amazing organizational skills.

Three Things

Thing the first: I am near recovery. I should be returning to the real world on Friday (I haven't been outside of my house, even into my yard, since Sunday...it's driving me absolutely APESHIT).

Thing the second: I'm thinking that my knitting olympics project is going to be a pair of socks knit out of yarn that contains real flecks of silver...this is blowing my mind...now, the question is, what kind of pattern? Any suggestions? (I'm looking at you, Lauren and Sue)

Thing the Third: This is really more of a silly, whimsical fun fact about myself. Ever since I was little and saw Mary Poppins, whenever I take cough syrup, I think of that scene where she's given them medicine, and pretend my cough syrup is magical and can be whatever flavor I'd like it to be. It makes the whole process much more exciting and lovely (I'm still a five year old at heart in some ways).

Some Explanation

So, I know posts have been short recently, but honestly everyone, this flu hit me HARD. It's been pretty terrible. Enough excuses though! On to today's topic!
The Knitting Olympics!
I realized today that, although I've referred to the knitting olympics in the blog before, I've never actually explained what they are, so let me tell you. The Knitting Olympics is an event that coincides (obviously) with the olympics. The basic premise is that, from the moment the torch is lit to the moment it is extinguished, knitters who take the challenge are to knit a single project. Here's the catch; every knitter chooses their own project specifically to challenge themselves! Some people (by which I mean many) have been known to knit entire sweaters. I'm not up to that.
Speaking of sweaters...I did not finish the cardigan on time. I've been working on the blanket (because it's garter stitch and therefore has no fiddly bits like the cardigan), homework, and recovery. However, hope springs eternal, for I have until the twelfth (that's when I leave for New York...I'll talk about that trip tomorrow)!!
Back to the knitting olympics; previously my plan was to knit a fair isle hat (a hat made of two colors), which would train me in at least two skills: Knitting with with hands at once, and keeping my tension regular when using two colors (for those of you who don't knit, both of those are difficult skills at first). However, I've been wondering if it might be better for me to finish a FREAKING PAIR OF SOCKS!! I never have. I've cast on three pairs. Basically finished one, it wasn't a good one, so I ripped it out, knit an entire knee-high rainbow sock (that failed), and have half a pair lying on my desk. The obvious skill here is stick-to-it-iveness, plus it has the benefit of giving me a pair of socks to wear that I've made, which is pretty awesome.
I want everyone to vote in the comments!! (Please vote) Socks or Hat??

This Sucks

I am sick as a dog. I'm not talking a slight ache and fever, I'm talking about your Grade A "Can't Get Out of Bed" sort of sick (though, I suppose I did get out of bed...then promptly curled up on our couch). I don't really have anything to say, because I'm so sick, and haven't done anything today. I really did just sit on the couch all day. I was too tired to read the Yarn Harlot!! That's appalling!

Thing to be grateful for today: Oscillococcium (The ultimate in homeopathic flu meds)