The Yarn Harlot's blog today captures the logic behind gift knitting perfectly. Brilliantly.

Some of you may believe that it's the knitters choice about whether or
not he or she does this to themselves every year, but it isn't. For many
knitters who suffer from this variant, there is no choice.  Sure as a
nightingale has to sing, a gift knitter must ( Read more... )

...Yes. You wouldn't really believe it if you read my recent blogs, but I really do. As a matter of fact, I spend most of my thinking time thinking of people and events that don't exist and have not happened. Very hit-or-miss; bad blogging material.

Once in a great while, I'll watch the Super Bowl. Last year was REALLY interesting because I was the ( Read more... )

or, Caution: much sentimentality ahead ( Read more... )

First thing's first: Thank you for all the comments/well-wishing on my Bell's Palsy post. They made me smile. (BTW,skurtchasor : I hadn't been tramping about in the woods recently, but the folks at the ER pulled blood for a lyme test anyway. I haven't heard from my GP so I assume I don't have it.)

Eating and drinking is getting easier, and I can close my eye ( Read more... )

I am eating mint julep peaches, and all of the general misanthropy and the low yet incessant hum of depression I've been feeling lately is forgotten.
My Nana used to (she probably still does, frankly), as many ruralish* folk do, get good things to eat by the bushel basket in the summertime. Peaches were among these, which she would clean, peel, ( Read more... )

My mother is on Facebook, now.  As is half my family, so it would seem. I just got a friend request from my uncle.

This is getting weird.

My Dad is on Facebook, now.

I feel the need to scour the entire internet to remove any instances of me swearing, complaining about my family, or making mention of ever having sex with anyone who is not my husband.

...I'm fucked, aren't I?

...at my parents' house, that is.

Last night my Dad went out and adopted two kittens; everybody felt that the house had been catless for quite long enough.  So now they have 9-month-old Dashiell (Dash to his friends) and 4-month-old Amanda (Mom wanted to call her Lilly, but Dad veto'd it because of my cousin who's called Lily.) I went over this ( Read more... )

Nana believes that it is illegal for married people to have different last names, according to the conversation I just had with mom.  The concept totally screws with her brain.  Apparently, she has very recently convinced herself that I hyphenate (I don't.) I don't know if I should be worried, or if she's just trying to out-stubborn me.

Oh, and Mom ( Read more... )

I woke up yesterday and discovered that my lungs had filled with wood glue overnight.  This was double-suck because we were taking our moms out for the afternoon.

Well, it was actually just Josh's mom, but we invited my mom, too...

My lovely acquaintances Charles Hughes and Rowan Rose had a special Mother's Day sale out at their place this weekend ( Read more... )