not an interesting entry, more a note to self.
not really one for new year's resolutions. i find that i'm still the same person come january 1st so trying to bullshit myself that, i dunno, this year i'm gonna get hot or whatever is useless. arbitrary deadlines mean zilch to me. the only success i've had is with knitting resolutions so these are the projects i would like to make this year.
a sweater for mom (iced, knitty 2010)
a sweater for dave (avast, knitty 2006? maybe)
a sweater for ruby
a shawl for mom (swallowtail shawl)
a shawl for me (ishbel)
what the hell, another shawl (haruni)
lizard ridge blanket
finish the sudoku blanket
february lady sweater for someone who is not me.
and finally the big one: reduce my stash by 15 types of yarn. YEAH I SAID IT. probably impossible but i worry that dave is starting to kind of lose patience with my yarn buying so i'm going to make an effort.
my christmas went well. i loved being with my family and osky has learned how to open presents, so he was a happy camper on christmas day--he ran to his presents and grabbed one and looked back at us, like "are you gonna yell at me for touching this?" then when we said it was ok he demolished them. he really makes me such a happy mom. he went back to two naps a day in pittsburgh plus the 13 hours at night. it was awesome.
i also got a cuisinart food processor from my mom. it's truly a thing of beauty and i'm looking forward to making pizza dough with it--right now i use my kitchenaid mixer for it but i've read that processors are actually better for dough so i'm excited about it.
for our christmas present to each other dave and i decided to stay at the william penn hotel in downtown pittsburgh for two nights, with the idea that dave was finally going to get to see some of pittsburgh (it's embarrassing, we've been together for 6 years and he's spent no time in the city whatsoever) and we were going to have a little holiday from being parents and whatever. well the night before we left for the william penn i got the goddamned stomach flu. it lasted for about 8 hours, but i was a fountain of horrible bodily fluids. i threw up so hard my nose started bleeding and whenever i'd start yakking again it would start bleeding again. all i could do was lie on my mom's couch and cry and try to get david to kill me. i've been through labor with a 9 and a half pound baby and pitocin and no epidural during transition and i swear, with god as my witness, this fucking stomach flu was WORSE. i honestly just wanted to die. i begged them to take me to a hospital but my mom said (since she'd already had it) it would be over in a few hours and i'd be ok. she was right, of course, but being up all night yakking had totally exhausted me but i dragged my dead ass out of bed and drove dave and i down to pittsburgh the next day anyway. and of course that first night i passed out from exhaustion and the next day dave got the fucking stomach flu. so it was a waste of time and money and was the worst christmas present ever. not anyone's fault just real fucking unfortunate.
and of course everyone who came into contact with my mom, who was the typhoid mary in this case, caught the stomach flu EXCEPT for Oskar and my brother. dammit.
we flew home new year's eve. osky hadn't slept on the plane so we put him to bed at 5 pm and he slept till 9 am the next morning. dave and i took a nap and woke up at 9 pm and watched mr. show on ifc until midnight. we kissed and went to bed. i didn't think i would get to the point where new year's eve failed to excite me before i was 30 but yet here i am. 26 and like omg soooooooooooooo bored with everything.
i'm on 30 mg of prozac and it was working really well but the ennui is staring to creep back.
oskar knows how to tickle people now, and his vocabulary is growing in a weird way--he says yowza and mudbutt. i mean he says more than that but those are the funniest. when he needs a diaper change and you don't notice he'll start telling you "mudbutt! mudbutt!" except it's "mabaah! mabaah!"
and now to go back underground for another 6 months or whatever. i'm a san francisco groundhog.
a sweater for mom (iced, knitty 2010)
a sweater for dave (avast, knitty 2006? maybe)
a sweater for ruby
a shawl for mom (swallowtail shawl)
a shawl for me (ishbel)
what the hell, another shawl (haruni)
lizard ridge blanket
finish the sudoku blanket
february lady sweater for someone who is not me.
and finally the big one: reduce my stash by 15 types of yarn. YEAH I SAID IT. probably impossible but i worry that dave is starting to kind of lose patience with my yarn buying so i'm going to make an effort.
my christmas went well. i loved being with my family and osky has learned how to open presents, so he was a happy camper on christmas day--he ran to his presents and grabbed one and looked back at us, like "are you gonna yell at me for touching this?" then when we said it was ok he demolished them. he really makes me such a happy mom. he went back to two naps a day in pittsburgh plus the 13 hours at night. it was awesome.
i also got a cuisinart food processor from my mom. it's truly a thing of beauty and i'm looking forward to making pizza dough with it--right now i use my kitchenaid mixer for it but i've read that processors are actually better for dough so i'm excited about it.
for our christmas present to each other dave and i decided to stay at the william penn hotel in downtown pittsburgh for two nights, with the idea that dave was finally going to get to see some of pittsburgh (it's embarrassing, we've been together for 6 years and he's spent no time in the city whatsoever) and we were going to have a little holiday from being parents and whatever. well the night before we left for the william penn i got the goddamned stomach flu. it lasted for about 8 hours, but i was a fountain of horrible bodily fluids. i threw up so hard my nose started bleeding and whenever i'd start yakking again it would start bleeding again. all i could do was lie on my mom's couch and cry and try to get david to kill me. i've been through labor with a 9 and a half pound baby and pitocin and no epidural during transition and i swear, with god as my witness, this fucking stomach flu was WORSE. i honestly just wanted to die. i begged them to take me to a hospital but my mom said (since she'd already had it) it would be over in a few hours and i'd be ok. she was right, of course, but being up all night yakking had totally exhausted me but i dragged my dead ass out of bed and drove dave and i down to pittsburgh the next day anyway. and of course that first night i passed out from exhaustion and the next day dave got the fucking stomach flu. so it was a waste of time and money and was the worst christmas present ever. not anyone's fault just real fucking unfortunate.
and of course everyone who came into contact with my mom, who was the typhoid mary in this case, caught the stomach flu EXCEPT for Oskar and my brother. dammit.
we flew home new year's eve. osky hadn't slept on the plane so we put him to bed at 5 pm and he slept till 9 am the next morning. dave and i took a nap and woke up at 9 pm and watched mr. show on ifc until midnight. we kissed and went to bed. i didn't think i would get to the point where new year's eve failed to excite me before i was 30 but yet here i am. 26 and like omg soooooooooooooo bored with everything.
i'm on 30 mg of prozac and it was working really well but the ennui is staring to creep back.
oskar knows how to tickle people now, and his vocabulary is growing in a weird way--he says yowza and mudbutt. i mean he says more than that but those are the funniest. when he needs a diaper change and you don't notice he'll start telling you "mudbutt! mudbutt!" except it's "mabaah! mabaah!"
and now to go back underground for another 6 months or whatever. i'm a san francisco groundhog.