I finished the stocking caps. All of them. Tassles, pom pons attached, the whole gamut. Done. Holy freakin’ crap. I’ll take some pictures tomorrow. Christmas has come 3 months late for the nephews and niece, but at least it will come at all. Right? Please just agree.
Archive for March, 2007
Hell has frozen over
Posted in Knitting on March 31, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A lot
Posted in Random on March 28, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Last time we spoke, I’d just had an emergency root canal. Well, I’m still feeling some pain, but we’ve still only done part one of the root canal process. Is that normal? No idea. Should I call the endodontist? Most likely. But I haven’t, because since then…
The dog. The poor dog. She woke us the [...]
When dentist visits go bad.
Posted in Random on March 15, 2007 | 5 Comments »
I went to the dentist yesterday for a toothache. I ended up at the Endodontist having an emergency root canal. Oy.
I had an 8am appointment with my regular dentist that I had not seen in too long. I go in, he scolds me appropriately, I tell him what’s going on. He takes an x-ray and [...]
I can smell spring in the air
Posted in Random on March 11, 2007 | 1 Comment »
We took our first bike ride of the season today. It felt so good! We only pedaled about 17 miles, but we averaged right about 15 mph, which felt good for the first time out. The sun was bright and hot, the air was cool, and the wind was crisp and chilly. At some points [...]
Tattoo Meme
Posted in Random on March 6, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Have you seen Scout’s Tattoo Meme?
Here I present to you a lousy pic of The Lorax.
Acquired in 1995, I think, for my 22nd birthday, I’m pretty sure, and referred to as “…well, definitely an original” by the dude who did it, Tom Spaulding, I still like him. Half the time I actually forget, and then [...]
Fuzzy
Posted in Random on March 4, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
We had a party last night to celebrate the Pisces of the house. (Two birthdays in one week is a lot of cake. Especially during Girl Scout Cookie season. STOP CALLING MY NAME, SAMOAS!!) Our parties (or really anything when J comes over) usually end with J on the guitar, and the rest of us [...]
