Lateshoes

My blog is being stupid and stank. I tried to post some pictures of my progress on the schnuggy sweater last night, but it kept logging me out. So, I tried doing a regular post, but it kept logging me out. hisssssssssssssss. kill. I’ve also changed the “About Me” part of my profile about 19 times, but it still says the same stuff. I’m too annoyed. I’m in a fight with my blog right now. We’re not speaking. We can’t even look at each other.

I got Stitch n’ Bitch Nation yesterday to console myself. I was giddy to see my fellow Utah knit bloggers in there. At some point I am going to start going to their amazing SnB, but I think I’ve got a teance too much on the ol’ plate right now until after the Christmas holiday. Sigh. Sigh, big time.

Hey dudes…like we’re in the car right now, on our way to St. George for Lars’s family Thanksgiving festivities. I just finished re-installing everything on the computer again. Actually, I’ve only gotten as far as Windows and Office. It’s blowing my mind that I can even do such a thing in a car. Technology is ca-razy.

Anyway, I’m just passing time now because driving in a car in the dark is like totally boring.

I guess I should explain my latest computer problem, though I’m not sure I even understand it myself. See, at around 1:30 I turned it on to show Tawnya how to use it while I was gone. Everything worked fine…it was all good. Anyway, so around 4, I came home and decided to check my email before we left and suddenly Windows wouldn’t open and I kept getting this stupid Error message. Being a total computer moron and knowing that I didn’t have anything saved on the computer that I REALLy needed yet…I just decided to start all over again. This really must be the last time though or I’m going to lose my frigging mind.

I was thinking of having the computer smudged…to stave off the evil spirits who want to annoy me and make me cry.

I’m sort of surprised that typing this isn’t making me car sick.

I can’t really think of anything else right now. I wish I had the snazzy wireless internet, that would be totally radicool. (Microsoft office is so un-radicool that spell check doesn’t recognize the word “radicool”).

Since I ended up bringing this silly thing I brought all of the “pointers” for writing my “statement of purpose” for grad school. I know I really need to start working, but I’m honestly at a loss as to what I really want to do. I mean, I want to work in a library and make more money, but I’m not sure which aspect of the library I really want to focus on. That kind of undecided crap doesn’t sound good on an application though, now does it? Oh well, I’ll think about it while having no privacy this weekend. Sigh.

***** Much later. We’re in St. George now. Lars’ brother totally hooked up the computer and now I am ever so happy. Apparently there were still some “threats” on the computer even AFTER completely re-installing everything. Lame assholes. Anyway, things are looking good now… he even hooked us up with some temp. wireless connection…even though I can’t log on right now because I restarted the computer and the key and password need to be put back in. Computers, while vastly convenient and awesome are also a total pain in the asshole. Perhaps it’s just my computer moron-itude. Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s it.

*Side note that I can hear Lars’ brother in his room, on the phone with his friend while playing some internet game. “Now, what kind of armor do you have?” It’s killing me.

***Next day. The turkey prep has begun. Potatoes have been peeled, cut and are boilling at this very second. I’m just hanging on for more stuffing. One can’t possibly eat too much stuffing.

I have absolutly no knitting to speak of because every chance I’ve had to do so has been spent napping or fondling this silly computer. I’m thinking of working a little on my grad school stuff (hey! don’t laugh!) … (I heard that).

Lars and his brother (the other one, James) are having a sonic, hippie death jam right now. It’s actually very pretty… but, I can’t think of what else to call it when folks jam out on guitars. Ok… that’s all I’ve got. (She says after one of the longest entries she’s ever written). There are a lot of parentheticals too. I should have been thankful for those too.

*Oh, one more note about that Dave Sim thing, when I was talking to my friend Tawnya about it, she had this to say, “If men had more artistic “light” than women, they would have never written “Who let the dogs out.”

Amen.

If I have learned anything from Sex & the City…and I haven’t, it’s that I love the thought of Sarah Jessica Parker narrating my blog entries. I love imagining myself, typing this at my thousand dollar, maple desk, wearing nine-hundred dollar, Manolo Blahnik spiky heeled shoes, some fabulously vintage dress over calvin klein jeans, my ever fabulous hair brushing my shoulders. In this fantasy, I’m sipping wine and listening to smooth jazz and marveling at the glowy-ness of my shiny, flawless skin.

*Reality* I’m sitting on the couch (which reeks of cat pee *thanks Klaus*), bra-less (again), pant-less (again), barefoot, wrapped in a pilling flannel blanket, sporting the floppy chignon because I haven’t washed my hair in three days, listening to the sounds of Lars flipping channels. (Right now Little Feet on VH1 classic *shiver*) The insane part is, I really wouldn’t have it any other way.

Which brings me to the heart of this entry. I read Miriam’s blog yesterday and it inspired me to make my very own “Things I’m thankful for” list.

* I’m thankful for Lars. It will make me feel like an asshole to go into too much detail here, but I will say that there is nothing more amazing than sharing my life with someone as brilliant, kind, considerate, loving, hilarious as he is. He is the best person I’ve ever known and I looooooooooove him.

* I’m thankful that I get to share my life and space with some of the most awesome cats in the universe. I’m a crazy cat lady and I’m proud.

* I’m thankful for my wonderful friends. You know who you are, bitches.

* I’m thankful for those who make me laugh my ass off.

* I’m thankful for the right to vote, even though sometimes it seems like a total crock of shit. (ok, RIGHT NOW, it seems like a total crock of shit).

* I’m thankful for kick ass music.

* I’m thankful for kick ass movies.

* I’m thankful for kick ass books.

* I’m thankful for kick ass magazines, blogs, zines and comix.

* I’m thankful for kick ass television shows. (sorry t.v. haters, but I’m a junkie thru and thru)

* I’m thankful for the feminist/ homoselualist axis. (Sorry, this is sort of a random “F-word” to Dave Sim, the creator of the Comic, Cerebus and his anti-woman, anti-homo rant of bullshit called “Tangents.”

* I’m thankful for my family. I miss them.

* I’m thankful for my schnuggy, even though I don’t have him yet.

* I’m thankful for my computer and the internet therein.

* I’m thankful for the drums.

* I’m thankful for the bass guitar.

* I’m thankful for inspirational older women.

* I’m thankful for my boring job, because I met some of my best friends there and I also get to make a lousy, lame, sad amount of money.

* I’m thankful for Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel dvds.

* I’m thankful for knitting. (no shit).

* I’m thankful for making it to 30.

* I’m thankful that I’m finally, at long last, just a little ok with myself.

* I’m thankful for Morrissey’s voice. ( I shit you not, I could listen to his latest record over and over again for days on end. I NEVER TIRE OF THIS MAN’s pipes).

* I’m thankful for harmony (both musical and like the kind where people get along and stuff).

* I’m thankful for my smart ass and the smart asses of my friends and family.

* I’m thankful for my awesome shoes that do me right in any weather situation…and look snazzy doing so.

* I’m thankful for foooood. Oh how my fat ass loves the food.

* I’m thankful for pictures.

* I’m thankful for memory…and color and sound and light and love and peace and joy.

ok, so I ended on a cheese note, but I really do mean it.

The End. (or is it? …is it? …..is it?…..)

Ugh. It’s been a long day…but, here’s some of the puppy sweater. I’m so bummed that I couldn’t make the SNB tonight. Having crappy shit to do is lame. I gave the blog a bit of a new look. I’m not sure if everyone will be able to view the title font, but I hope so cos it’s cute as hell. It reminds me of ice cream, which is kind of crazy…but, you love me, right? right.  

Pee Wee, Chopper, Boris, Eugene, Magnus, Wicket…???? 

Max, Peanut, Ernie, Calvin, Junior, Otis, Monkey, Bruce, Fats, Groucho, Iggy… 

Lars just said, “Shake and bake!!” at the t.v., specifically at football and it really made me laugh a lot.

I’m about halfway through the back part of the puppy sweater, but alas am too lazy (and it’s actually a bit too dark) to take a picture right now, but trust me, it’s friggin’ cute. Speaking of which, I actually do have new pictures of the puppy that are going to make everyone cry, they’re so cute. He’s starting to get furrier and scruffier. I can definitely see the schnauzer-y-ness now. We’re thinking that he might have to be named after an Ewok.

I’m so happy to have found all of these wonderful knitters/bloggers here in Utah.

You all have such fanfuckingtastic blogs and ability, I’m a bit in awe.

Here’s a question: say, I wanted to make my blog look more snazzy… what’s a semi-computer savy girl to do?

Klaus and Nada’s big ol’ fat butts watching birds. Klaus is such a hypocrite. 

Totally sweet! I’m hanging in there. I still feel pretty good. *knocking on wood* *crossing fingers* I woke up a little early this morning to get the turkey ready. (We’re having a Fakesgiving with Kelly and Shannon today). I pulled out its nasty neck and “giblets” (puke). I washed it. I stuffed it with fresh oranges, lemmons and herbs. I buttered it. I salted it. I popped it in the oven. It’s times like this that I remember why I became a vegetarian. In about 5 hours, I’ll remember why I stopped being a vegetarian. Now, I’m just a guilty carnivore. *Klaus (my fattest kitty) just looked at me with disgust.

Speaking of disgust : Bill Frist is on Face the Nation right now and if anyone ever needed a donkey kick to the neck…it’s him.

Knitting…yes, I still do that… I’m going to work on the puppy sweater today, while everything cooks and smells good. I’m using some wonderful army green Lamb’s Pride. It’s going to be so cute, everyone is going to barf.

I really don’t have anything more to say, but simply can’t end a post with the word, “barf.” Dammit. uhhh, petunias. tulips. roses.

It’s a Friday fucking night (only 11 pm) and I’m bra-less, pant-less and huddled in a blanket on the couch. This is what it’s come to? This is what being 30 is like? I’m really not sure why I’m complaining, I’ve been like this for years now. If Lars wasn’t on the couch being pathetic and old with me…I would most likely feel worse. I’m actually quite content and maybe that’s the scary part.

I’ve been fighting off this devil cold all week. Pretty much every one I know who could possibly rub their nasty old germs on me, has…and of course, I will most likely break down and die either Sunday, when Lars and I will be having our own Fakesgiving dinner with some friends…or on Saturday when we’ll be in St. George at Lars’ parent’s house. This same thing happened last year. We got about 20 minutes outside of St. George and my face started swelling, my nose started draining, my neck got all sweaty, my hands clammed up, my sinus began to burn. It was miserable. Lars’ brothers were in town and had already claimed the two available bedrooms, meaning we got stuck in the family room. I realize that young men in their 20′s need their own private space for “private time” but, I’d like to take my bra off when I sleep and that’s just not going to happen in the open space of my boyfriend’s parent’s living room. Adding to that, I was sick as hell, drugged up and draining all over the place. Since last year both of his brothers have moved back home, meaning it will be the same arrangement. No one seems to understand a girl’s need for privacy. Especially a sick girl. Oh well, I’m not complaining. Ha.

On top of all that…Thanksgiving is my favorite meal of the year. It’s the one time you can load your plate, go back for seconds and make a sandwich all within a three hour time span and no one bats an eyelash. So help me if I get full blown sick by then someone’s going down. GOING. DOWN.

In knitting news:

I’m about to start the “Howl” from Stich n’ Bitch. I’m not really sure what size the puppy will be, but I’m using a football shaped diet dr. pepper bottle as a guide.