A 1000 Words (or not)...

Time flies when your having fun, so I must be having an amazing time at work. It wasn't so amazing at home. I increased my bike time by five minutes. I'm ready to die now. I'm debating if I should leave it at the increased time and pray it gets easier or screw that, it's back down to the baby level.

The camera cord was pulled out by PerkyGoth (the bestest daughter on blogspot). So, here are the ripples on the beach socks. They turned out very well all things considered.

We won't talk about how one sock has colors running down and the other has them running up. I didn't even think about that when I had been ripping back.

Here are Grilltech's revised navy blue socks. I finished them on Thursday, he wore them on Friday. He's ready for me to start him another pair.

I've finished the back of the Bella sweater. Started on the front, only to find a major mistake on the instructions. The shaping was completely gone. GRRR.

I seem to be the crazy cat lady today. I can't beat them off with a stick. Uggy will play fetch with the leather string, but that's about it.


I've got pictures of finished projects. I really do. But... Grilltech hasn't charged the camera, so I'm unable to post them. Grilltech is blaming PerkyGoth, because she hasn't dug out the cable to charge the camera. It's a viscous circle. I'd do it, but it's buried under 100,000 tons of Grilltech's crap stuff.

Last Thursday I found out I was a BOB. (Best of the Best) Sometimes is good to work for large bureaucratic companies. Sure it caused a bit of hurt feelings in the cube, but damn it I work hard. Last night, I was treated to a dinner out with the other BOBs. There was pool, free food, and mock gambling. They call it gambling for a reason. I played a game of pool with one of the supervisors. He was running the table. I couldn't make a shot to save my life. (I blamed it on the fact I couldn't see the balls over my glasses. Yeah, that was the reason.) He's shooting the eight ball and scratches. He was graceful enough to shake my hand and not grit his teeth over the loss. Sometimes that's just the way things go. I played another game of pool with a co-worker. This time I did a bit better, I had one ball left at the end of the game, instead of five. He won.

We had a buffet dinner of burgers. We had a round of accept this gift card. Polite clapping and posing with the person handing it out. (Large-ass fake smile.) Then it was (mock) gambling time. We started out with 1500 and a choice of 21 or Texas hold'em. I went with the hold'em. T, a tall red-headed Scandinavian who likes to trade insults, decided to play hold'em also. He's on the other end of the table and we're trading jabs at each other. The rest of the table seemed to listen in a stunned silence. He would tell me such gems as I should just hand my chips over now, because he's going end up with them anyway. I would tell him no, you need to hand over the card now, because I'm that good.

One of the other players had never played before. He's holding his hand up where another guy (the one who lost so gracefully) could see his hand. He'd ask, should I bet? It was good entertainment. By the end of the night, he was holding his own. He was one of the last five players. Remember the guy trading insults? He was the first to loose all his chips. I won a few. I lost a few. Flops would happen and people would look at their pocket cards and take forever to bet. Your cards haven't changed. I'd point out strategies to the newbie. The goal is to get as much money into the pot, before the first flop. What do you have? You're betting like you've got a good hand. Only one way to find out.

Towards the end of the evening, my pile of chips was starting to go down. We decided the final hand would be all in, winner take all. A good thing, because I had a smaller pile. I looked at my pocket cards, a pair of threes. Crappy! You only live once. I pushed the pile in, so did four others. The fifth guy decided it wasn't worth the risk. We flipped our hands over. I'm the high hand, with a crappy pair of threes!! Don't remember what the flop was, but I ended up winning it all. Grand total of 14,425 worth of chips. Sometimes that's just the way things go.

Oh and I finished Grilltech navy blue socks....

So tell me, Doctor...

Dreams can be quite confusing. The night before, I was dreaming of a giant pit in the middle of the road, being worked on. One lane of traffic, still had part - by part, I mean four plus feet wide - of the tarmac removed, but cars where still allowed to drive over it. So much of a hole, there was only about eight inches (if that) of tarmac on the passengers side the wheels could be driven on. Cars before me would zoom over the giant hole. I on the other hand, had to stop and think about it. Because I live in the real world; I know how gravity works. Since I was in the dream world, something completely different could have happened. Right as I was building up the courage to drive over the pit, the alarm went off saving me. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out, I was having an anxiety dream.

Last night, I was dreaming I was walking around in pants about 10 times too big. The length of the pants were fine. It was the length from the crotch to the waist that was huge! It went up to my arm pits and was way to wide. I had to hold it up, otherwise I'd be nakid. Yet another anxiety dream. Not sure what's going on.

The new yellow sweater is coming along smashingly. (I have this god awful fear it's going to be too small.) Maybe that's what my dreams are trying to tell me. I have about three more inches before binding off the neck. Here's hoping I'm wrong!

Happy News!

See what was on the porch when I came home? (Crystal had to supervise.)

I was amazed. YCS must have went off to get a make over, instead of running away.

We had the kids over this weekend. I was doing laundry. Baby Bird thought the basket was the best toy.

Case of the Missing Sleeves

On March 18, 2008 the yellow cabled sweater was reported missing. Sources close to the sleeves stated YCS had a habit of staying out late, trying new stitches, and liked sleeping around with cats.

“It’s shameful,” Carbon commented “I don’t know how something could look so nice, but yet end up not being worked on.”

YCS pictured below follicking on the deck.

"Sleeves grow up so fast," Katia Mississippi 3 YCS' yarn said. "YCS simply misunderstood."

One theory is YCS ran away because it felt Navy Sock was getting all the attention. The knitter has been seen working on the socks everyday, while YCS was languished in timeout.

Another theory is the knitter didn’t like how the YCS was turning out and frogged it. Rumors spread quickly of how the knitter was looking for another pattern to knit up.

YCS is missed by it's relatives Shaker Sweater, Green Sweater, and Blue Sweater.

We may never know, there are a lot of loose ends.

Because I'm a Lemming....

Thanks Sandra:

What Jill Means

You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.

You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.

You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.

You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.

You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.

You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.

You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.

You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.

Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.

Hmmm I think it's a bit confused.

Friday Catch Up

Friday. I don't know where to begin... How does Thursday mid-morning sound? It was about 1030 and the network went down. Picture IT people running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I offered to threaten it with my knitting to be helpful. (I was turned down.) It was amusing, until I realized I couldn't e-mail my post home. Crappy!

Thursday night was also the Brewer's meeting. I came home and took a nap so I wouldn't be so dead being up past 2000. Grilltech went to the meeting, I went and had dinner with the locusts*. We went to an all-you-can-eat place. I had two trips and finished up to knit. The locusts? They made many trips and an hour later was asking for more plates. I left after an hour because it was time to go meet up with Grilltech and possibly go home.

We made it home by 2100 and made it into bed by 2120. Did I sleep well? No, about every hour or so I would glance up at the clock to realize it had been an hour. 2330 was the last time I remember looking at the clock before the alarm went off at 0300. I got to work on time. And my second computer was still off the network. It was strange because I could tell work had been done, but I couldn't reach the network. After 45 minutes, I jump over to a co-worker's system and got going on work. About 0720 IT shows up, mind you I've been there three hours and it could have been ugly. I let them know what's going on and one comes over to see what's going on. About 15 minutes later, I'm up and running - a good thing - because the co-worker had shown up and needed his system to work. I managed to get everything I was going to get accomplished before I left for the day.

Called PerkyGoth and went to lunch because I was starving. Kommandant** was happy I took PerkyGoth off his hands so he could go game. We went to Barnes & Noble, by the time we left there, I was barely able to keep my eyes open. Once home I napped until Grilltech made it home. I read on Space Weather March 14 was PI day. I had to send PerkyGoth out to get PI. She came home with Mudd Pie. We supplied the pizza (pie). It was a good night.

Today, I'm off to teach how to make a sweater.

For some reason, this video makes me happy.

* The eldest and her family
** Perky's Husband

Yesterday's Post

I am so proud of me. Last night I decided I needed to add another row of braid in the middle of the sleeves to make the yellow go further. I couldn't remember how long the inseam needs to be, so I e-mailed MIL to ask. Instead of casting on for a sweater I've been thinking about making and purchased the yarn for, I worked on the afghan. Only completed ten plus rows, but it's going.

I've also decided, I didn't like how the biohazard symbol was turning out. I ripped back to the start of the heel, and have finished the gusset on the sock. There is the long trek to the toe, but the first sock will be completed soon. Tonight we're having dinner in a dim restaurant, so I'm starting another sock. (Navy yarn on Ebony needles. I won't be able to see a thing!)

Sabrina had been locked in the garage at some point in time yesterday. I know because threw up on the roof of my car. I noticed it this morning while getting into the car. I'm more then grateful, she didn't puke in the car because I had left the driver's side window down. And there are dusty paw prints on the door.

I'm starting to enjoy this early morning shift. Except for the going to bed at 2000 and getting up at 0300, that kinda sucks.

Because I'm a Lemming....

bedroom toys

At least when I die, I'll know it was worth it.

I made lemonade

The best part about getting to work at 0400? I park right next to the front door. Sure I need to park at the other end of the parking lot and walk there, but I'm taking my perks, when and where I can. I also have four (FOUR!!) hours without co-workers. I'm almost in heaven.

Follow Through

My Olympic Afghan, take 2.

Grilltech's Biohazard sock. It's been in time out because I'm having issues with how the two color is turning out.

Second Ripples on the Beach sock. (Now completed.)

Sweater Sleeves.

I know...

I said I would post pictures. I was going to. Honest. No really. The Gnome kept me an 40 minutes after the end of my shift to tell me, I'm to start coming in at 0400. Which means I'll be going to bed at 0700 again. (sigh) We made it home by 1600, for an hour then took some friends out to dinner. Sunday is M's birthday. We're bringing cake to the shop. So PerkyGoth and I spent 1.5 hours going through the 200 dollar store. When it was all said and done. It was too dark to take pictures.

Tomorrow, I promise.

Let the Good Times Roll....

It never fails. I'll be waiting forever for my page to up date. While I'm waiting, I go try to read a blog. It comes up, before the blog I'm pulling up opens. It never fails. I have a ton of stuff I need to get done, now it's dragging. I want to scream. I want it to work right. Maybe it's face ripping time. No, not faces, but electron ripping time. I'll knit those electrons into something workable. I don't have fragging 20 minutes to wait around. (I'm thinking the database is going to crash and burn. Things will be fun.)

Second verse, same as the first. Day two of the database lagging. Its sad, a co-worker opened a ticket. The IT guys sent a reply stating it's working within parameters. Mind you, the e-mail was sent about four hours after the problem. It doesn't take a rocket scienetist to figure out what's going on. Update: it took 45 minutes to publish. They sent out an e-mail stating intermediate connectivity issues. Oh please. it's more then intermediate issues. The thing isn't working. I think I should threaten them with knitting.

I've started the sweater. I have found someone who has the same wrist (not waist) size as I need. I'm debating if I should post pictures. That would involve going out side, and the day star burns. it burns! What the heck, I'll post my wips. Should be a lot of fun, tomorrow.