The week has been flying by hasn’t it? Well at least for me. I went through most of yesterday convinced that it was Tuesday. (Yeah, I’m good, it takes a special talent to be like me)  First things first, I received my second Summer Of Love Yarn swap. from the best partner ever. This person actually went through my queue and picked out, printed (In color no less!) some patters that I had in there, bought me one I’ve been dieing to knit & then comforted me on my alarmingly large queue :D Here be the spoils.


Click the picture for all the details! There are MANY!!! But can we just focus on the fish for a minute? Yeah, it’s completely fabulous.  I wouldn’t call it quite an “ugly” fish compared to some of my others, but upon inspection I noticed that the pupils are pointing completely different directions which gave me the biggest giggle fit. The yarn is Classic Elite Alpaca and is calling out to be a cowl sometime in the near future. Swap Partner you are AWESOMELY FANTASTIC :D Thank you SO MUCH!

Ah yes, berry season in California. If you think you have good berries, well you need to spend the summer in CA.  It is unparalleled.

Heaven forbid if you think we only have blueberries though.

This tart lasted only 2 days. Which was 2 days more than the strawberry rhubarb pie I made. (Which was excellent and was devoured before pictures could be taken!)

Other things that have been going on is the complete demo of any sort of vine plant living in our yard. The previous occupent had morning glories, she planted them 10 years ago. I think that’s when she stopped gardening or mowing, or um, anything at all.

That’s the MR there. I would like to say that he is almost done, but honestly, this is about 15 feet worth of work. Just for reference, the Mr is 6’5″ and is standing in the pile. I would also like to say that this pile is not any bigger, but it’s now honestly about 7′ tall.

What’s that? You’d like some UFO’s? Well I think I can do that! :D

I’m cooking right along on Lady Eleanor. I thought this project was going to take a whole lot more time than it really is.  Guess that’s always the case isn’t it? I would have picked a much guadier color of noro (as is my reputation) but was told by my knitting sisters that this was beautiful. It IS beautiful. I just wish that there was more green & blue. The darkest colors here aren’t actually blue, they are black, but it was just about sunset when I took this picture.

My garter lover sweater is coming along. Finished the body up to the underarms & now have almost finished one sleeve.

Do all knitters come full circle like this? You learn garter stitch, then you hate garter stitch and do anything BUT garter stitch. Then you come and realize the simple beautiful elegance of garter stitch again? This is about where I’m at. Plus Beaverslide calls and prays and begs to be knit in garter stitch all the time, who am I to deny it?  This sweater has designed itself. I don’t know if there is a design to tell you the truth. All of the sudden something will pop in my head & then appear on the needles. This will most likely end up one of my most wearable sweaters too because of it.  I know I’ve knit a lot of beaverslide lately, and this will not be the last, but for now, this is the end of my stashed (except for another skien of star  gazer that will be a cowl I think?)

The Interwebs HATE me.

Dear interwebs,

I’m not sure what I did to offend you thus, but I sincerely apologize for the unintentional pain I must have caused you.  I was not aware that by moving one mile down the road from where I currently live, I now have entered the boonies where you, dear Internet, do not dare go.  None of your stately carriages bring you out so far it seems.  Not Direct TV, not Dish Network, not AT&T, (and Verizon is just not allowed). None it would seem are able to power you through that one mile invisible barrier to my new home and let you flow through it’s cables as the blood does through my veins.

I almost cried my tender hearted Internets, “How would I ever live?”   Such a separation must not be!

Then, Time Warner Cable, my knight in shining white utility truck, came to my rescue.  Dear Internets, we are once again united.  Please don’t tease me Internet, don’t send word you are coming only to never show. Don’t break my already fragile multi media addicted heart. 

Until then I will wait on baited breath till you do light up Ravelry & WordPress & Yahoo from the very depths of my home.

Sincerely,
Me.

Lowe’s = the SUCK

God I’m tired of the continuing BS! :P I can handle it & not whine to much, but enough already! Lowe’s double charged us for a stove we bought this weekend.  They don’t believe they double charged us and have to “start an investigation and give me a response in 24 hours”.  We have our bank statement showing that they pulled out over a grand from us. If I had bought a thousand dollar stove that would be different. But I didn’t.  *sigh* Matt’s going right now with bank statement and receipt in hand to prove that they double charged us and to cancel the order. Obviously if they couldn’t figure out how to charge us properly in the first place why would I want any of their products?

Tile guy is coming to give a quote today (thanks Becky!) and the carpet cleaners are coming to sanitize the carpets.

Also…I may or may not have cleaned up a crime scene. Does anyone know where to get that luminal that the CSI use to show blood? Something was seriously (and I’m really not joking, it’s actually kind of scary) butchered in the kitchen. It was in the fridge (which is moving out of the kitchen), on the tile, under the fridge, under the stove, on ALL the cabinets (splattered, nice) the ceiling, and INSIDE some of the cabinets. It’s actually a little disconcerning.

If the Mr or I suddenly disappear from the cigar store or knitting group, please call the police O_O

Time For Change

Weighing your options. As an adult you are forced with decisions every single moment of every single day. Some of them are as simple as what to wear to work, some of them not.

Being back in California was not a choice that we made lightly. Chances are if the job market in Ohio had been better we would have stayed.  The reality was that we had transferred to quite a poor state in terms of employment.  So back we came to the beaches, Sana Anna winds, family (whom we dearly missed) and high real estate prices.

We moved back with the intention to buy again. To put down roots and try to stay settled in one place, once and for all, to be just like everyone expected us to be.  Then, some small voice began to made it self known. It started quietly enough, just barely a whisper of a thought.  Stretching itself bigger and bigger till it reached every part of my brain and was incapable of being further ignored.

You do not put down roots when you have the heart of a nomad.  You will never become the tall oak tree, staying forever in one spot, rather you are the incarnation of lichen.  Though you appreciate the oak and may periodically cling it’s bark thinking “This time I’ll stay put” it will never last.  For your cling is tenuous at best and you know, deep in your heart, that the minute you found this oak you were already wondering what it would be like to be a mighty fir.

I don’t know if you are born like this or made.  I grew up in the house that my mother & father brought me home from the hospital in.  I lived there for 21 years, nothing ever changed, not the color of the paint, not the cracks in the sidewalk, not even the neighbors.  Then after those 21 years had passed I married my husband and everything changed.  Unlike me his parents were expert movers and he had called several different states home.  “Where are you from” is not a question that is easily answered for him or his sister. 

I think that Matt is the nomad and I am merely along for the ride. Being with him makes me unafraid of almost anything (though lately I do seem to have a certain irrational fear of him being anywhere near the garbage disposal when I turn it on, who knows).  Knowing that he will always be there right by me as we take uncertain steps into uncertain lands makes everything easier, everything “do-able”.

Knowing our insatiable zest for experiencing everything that comes from life it makes sense that we would reconsider buying a home.  I loved my home in Ohio and had big plans on how I wanted to redo everything, that said, about 4 months into owning this house I was already wondering how soon was too soon to buy a new house and move.  I think for now we have decided that renting is in our best interest.  It will allow us the disposable income that we have grown quite fond of, allow us to easily pick up and go, vacations, toys, and freedom.

Maybe this is what being an adult is really about. Weighing your options and making the best, most rational decision you can, based on nothing or no one else, but you.  There is no wrong or right in these times (though sometimes you feel like others may judge you) it is simply different lives, and different ways of living them. 

Last Day of 2007 ENJOY!

Last day of this year. Crazy how fast time goes by. Here are some of my favorite pictures of 2007.  Everyone have a happy and SAFE new year.

From the garden at the Ohio House.

Cleveland Sunset

Owl Eyed Butterfly, botanical gardens Cleveland OH.

Ed on top, Sue on the bottom. Love my boys!

Sweet Ed

Bob’s usually not this photogenic.

Sue is always a pretty boy.

Edison/Ford Estates, Fort Myers FL

Sanibel Island FL

Glacier Grooves. Putin Bay Ohio

My Buppa

Raku, Channel Islands University, California

Miss Mi

God I love this man!

 

Is It Over Yet?

2007 that is. I’m seriously sick of this year. I think everyone around me is sick of it too. 2007 you were not a lucky or happy year.

In other happier news, Matt and I spent the weekend up at Pismo Beach. We drove up to Paso Robels and visited some of our favorite wineries. (Ally! The rasberry champange place is GONE! SOLD! *cry*).  Got some great bottles as usual and took some great pictures.  How great is my husband? When my camera battery died mid-trip and he knew that the movers had stolen & packed my charger he found me a best buy & bought me a new one. $39.99 for utter happiness. (usually I’m cheaper than that!).

So I took some good wine shots & what not. Saw the elephant seals up in San Simeon which are always super cool. The big males were out on the beach fighting. Picture two VW Bugs fighting for beach rights. Thats how big they are.

Bought some yarn from the LYS up there. As soon as we find the power plug for the wireless router I will flash the stash I promise!  God I hate moving.

Oh! Got an offer on the house. The former parent company accepted it (they are reimburssing us the mortgage payments till the house sells and paying the diffrence in the mortgage we owe & what they sell it for) so we are going to be free & clear soon. They are taking a total loss on it, but honestly, I couldn’t care. I do miss my house and I did cry when I saw the offer. Guess there’s really no going back & I’m really officially homeless. Oh and people will say “But you are living with your inlaws! you are not truely homeless” & while I’m not on the streets I am homeless, because this is their home & their house. If I wasn’t homeless I could walk naked from my bathroom to my bedroom to get dressed after a shower.

Going to weight watchers tonight. Time to get back on the wagon.  I think I’ve been loosing stress weight but don’t know for sure. I think I look thinner & Matt says so too, but I don’t know for sure. Time to get back to it.

I accepted the job with ICE today. It’s a 10% pay raise from what I am currently earning and it will be a good stradagy to finally split Matt and I up. FTS (our old parent company) used us against each other (like telling my FIL that they would just close down the ohio office & fire both Matt and I if he didn’t do what they wanted him to do) and I never want to live through that again. I think this is a much better route for me anyways, so we will see.

Lots of things going on, I’m finally coming out of my self imposed hiding. I haven’t really been able to deal with my own life since I found out about my infertility and the forced relocation & selling of our house.  Slowly I am able to deal with and be there for people who need and deserve my time. Most days I’m still not me and I know it. That’s probably the hardest part is when you know what you are supposed to be like, but some how can’t muster it.  Breaking down in your FIL’s office over not wanting to work at the new parent company after you’ve already made the decision to take another better job is just not who I am. I am someone who would kick that weepy chicks ass.  The worst part is that normally (not afraid of drugs invented to make you feel better!) I would be on zoloft again just to get back to normal & not weepy. But I can’t. Zoloft + my fertility drugs do not mix. So I would again have to make a choice that I can’t bring myself to make right now.

Your Little Dog TOO!

Dinner in Cleveland’s version of Little Italy last night was fabulous. Course it makes sense that my Brooklyn native cousin found the best restaurant ever :) We both agree that it is comparable with anything in the REAL little Italy. Also, peaches in tripple sec? THERE IS A GOD! :) what a lovely little desert that was!

 Also, because my cousin seems to think that I am a knitting goddess she asked me to knit some dog sweaters for her little man.  So she sent one with me last night when we left. Looking at the construction, this is going to be cool. Basically it’s one big swatch, which means I finally have something to cable & use sticktonaries on!!! :) Crazy ass bobbles here I come! The best part is that they take so little yarn too. So that should be fun. She wants me to sell them to her Chihuaha group so who knows, either way the Toadster will have some great new threads :)

On an unrelated note, there are lots of weird strange men in my house, touching all my things. I don’t know why I worried about the movers judging my house. I don’t know what I expected but when 6 men showed up with collectively 20 teeth & 4 sleeves between them I suddenly didn’t worry that my groute hadn’t been scrubbed.  Honestly, they are all very nice & almost fell over themselves with gratitude for the coke, moutain dew, & water in the fridge.  So in 30 minutes I will be ordering them pizza.

Knick, Knack, Patty Wack, Give the Cat Some Yarn

10 days to go. Got some estimates from movers & packers so we should know today when we are going to be packed up. Feeling much less stressed about that!

Found out last night that it’s a no go on the house we put an offer on. The city of Ventura won’t budge about us not being first time home buyers. Boo. But that’s ok. I’m really not that upset as it just wasn’t the right house for us. I’m sure that we will find one.  It’s not the end of the world. There must be something better waiting for us.

Knitting news you ask? Why of course!

Socks that Rock. Heavy weight on the left, medium weight on the right. The left will become Kent’s lace scarf and the right is going to be another pair of jaywalkers!

Hello Beautiful!

To become the candle flame shawl

I have such a good helper. He doens’t let the yarn fall off the couch & make sure I have no tangles!

You didn’t know, the only way to see if ti’s really good alpacca is by tasting it?

And now for a trick.

Happy Friday!!!!

 

12 Days

The moving guys are coming tomorrow to give us a quote on the moving. I’m suddenly feeling so much better. The couch is gone on friday, the boat might also be gone as some guy is coming tonight to look at it, and the kids toys are going tonight also.

 Moving right along.

Here, have a radom picture I took. I love the guy on the left :)

Moving Right Along

Ok, our parent company is shipping us back out to California. They gave us, 2 weeks. 2 weeks to find a mover, packing guys, to sell our boat, sell our pool table & get the truck re-registered.  We are getting finger printed today for the company that will soon be buying us (Located out in California). Unfortunately we are going to be living with Matt’s parents till we hear on the offer on the house. Hopefully it will be accepted and we won’t be there long. Now it’s not that I have anything against Matt’s parents, on the contrary they are the best inlaws & second parents I could have ever prayed to have, but I feel like I’m giving up. Like my adult privlages should be taken away because we won’t be living on our own. This is becoming very hard for me to swallow. I know it will be fine and I love my family more than anything on the earth, but I guess I’m just judging myself.  On the upside with minimal bills to pay we will be able to sack away massive amounts of cash (minus of course the rent that we ARE going to pay even if I have to stick cash in their cupboards).  So yeah. 2 weeks. Woo. 

Pro side? I work great under pressure so as soon as we line up a moving company we should be good to go.

Here is some random knitting I finished the other night.

Weird distorted foot picture. NICE. So in other knitting news I seemed up my caridgan last night & tried it on (minus sleeves which I still have to finish) & it’s LOVELY! Fits PERFECTLY! the waist shaping was PERFECT. You don’t know how happy a camper I am right now. I just have to finish the sleeve I’m 1/2 way done with already, block those & then pick up & knit the collar & it’s wearable! :) yay!

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