Getting sick, playing guitar, making cookies, and knitting like a muthafucka
What, I live in Houston, I can say it like that.
But, yes, all of the above, swirling, swirling around, causing nothing monumentally productive on the whole.
I just started feeling sick and refuse (do you hear me, germs/antibodies/whoever in there will do something about this?) to be sick over the holidays for the FOURTH year in a row. So I've been drinking these lime flavored "Don't get sick!" thingies. I think they made me sicker. Which means today is the perfect day to make Christmas cookies with my sister! Whoo. I'm headed over to my Nana's house to go do that in a minute.
Adrienne came over last night and we played around a little, some new stuff, and my fingers tried to remember the old stuff. And, I do believe I turned Adrienne on to Ok Go, which esctaticizes me, because I love them, and believe that they will save the world with their backyard dancing. We can't practice together until after the holidays, though, so I'm going to try to fill in the holes I have on some songs, and see what comes of it.
And oh my god the knitting. There is still so much fucking knitting to be done, not to mention that the gorgeous Diakeito Erin sent me is taunting me with its absolute yarnaliciousness. But I am starting the decreases on the little hat I'm making for the toddler of a friend of ours, I'm about to just give up on my father-in-law's Harry Potter scarf of doom and just do one more repeat of the gold bands, the maroon part and then bind off. Its still fairly long, but let's face it: the man's over six feet, and I don't have the kind of stamina it takes to make a scarf that's going to hit him at the knees when its done on fricking size five needles in knit one purl one ribbing. I've got to finish my mom's Clapotis, then block it, my mother-in-law's scarf, and something else, I feel like I'm forgetting something else. Who knows. With all of this lime flavored effervescing, there's absolutely no telling.
But, yes, all of the above, swirling, swirling around, causing nothing monumentally productive on the whole.
I just started feeling sick and refuse (do you hear me, germs/antibodies/whoever in there will do something about this?) to be sick over the holidays for the FOURTH year in a row. So I've been drinking these lime flavored "Don't get sick!" thingies. I think they made me sicker. Which means today is the perfect day to make Christmas cookies with my sister! Whoo. I'm headed over to my Nana's house to go do that in a minute.
Adrienne came over last night and we played around a little, some new stuff, and my fingers tried to remember the old stuff. And, I do believe I turned Adrienne on to Ok Go, which esctaticizes me, because I love them, and believe that they will save the world with their backyard dancing. We can't practice together until after the holidays, though, so I'm going to try to fill in the holes I have on some songs, and see what comes of it.
And oh my god the knitting. There is still so much fucking knitting to be done, not to mention that the gorgeous Diakeito Erin sent me is taunting me with its absolute yarnaliciousness. But I am starting the decreases on the little hat I'm making for the toddler of a friend of ours, I'm about to just give up on my father-in-law's Harry Potter scarf of doom and just do one more repeat of the gold bands, the maroon part and then bind off. Its still fairly long, but let's face it: the man's over six feet, and I don't have the kind of stamina it takes to make a scarf that's going to hit him at the knees when its done on fricking size five needles in knit one purl one ribbing. I've got to finish my mom's Clapotis, then block it, my mother-in-law's scarf, and something else, I feel like I'm forgetting something else. Who knows. With all of this lime flavored effervescing, there's absolutely no telling.