Let Nothing Ye Dismay

27 11 2007

I figured that the South Beach Diet with which I am currently torturing my fat ass would leave me hungry. I figured I might be a bit snappy with friends and loved ones and everyone else on the planet. What I did not figure is that it would make me completely brain dead. I have had a very hard time waking up these past few mornings, and I’ve always been a morning person so this was quite a disappointment. I’ve never stumbled around my kitchen bleary-eyed before, so this day has already been full of new experiences. Coffee, of course, which I love and will gleefully admit has me addicted, so I wandered over to the pot, rinsed it out, filled it with water, poured the water into the reservoir, put the pot down, placed a filter in the basked, and scooped eleven scoops of coffee into the filter. Close the basket, flip the switch, wait for coffee. Listen to the pretty sounds of what in a few minutes I will realize is a coffee waterfall, a coffee fall, if you will, roaring from my countertop onto my floor. Right, because when I put the coffee pot in the counter, I should have put it on the warmer plate under the basket in the coffee maker itself. But alas, I did not.

Not soon after my precious daughter (who, by the way, loved having me volunteer as a lunch lady, go figure!) had a serious flip-out over clothes that no longer fit her but she still insisted on wearing. I cannot allow my children to start the school day al upset and in tears, so while I wanted to throttle the bad attitude right out of her nearly-pubertyish self, I did not. I took so many deep breaths that I became light-headed. But again, that could be South Beach Diet. During the drive to school we spied with our little eyes an elderly couple on a morning stroll through the neighborhood. To cheer my delightful daughter and ensure a joyful start to her school day, I told her that the old folks were casing the neighborhood looking for houses to rob. We howled with laughter making up stories about The Cult of Elderly Thieves, and how the members sell their goods on eBay to raise funds for their new sports stadium.

And that is how I’ve spent my morning.

Oh, and PS: Here is a picture of the baked brie in a pastry puff shell that I made on Thanksgiving. Proof that I am not always a disaster in the kitchen. I also won the gravy cook-off, thanks.





Unce-a Punce-a Time….

14 11 2007

Heavens no, Ed, I haven’t forgotten about you or my blog.  I’ve been studying, teaching, buying a house, flying across the country to see my new baby niece, knitting an awful hat for Jim, and busy with life in general.  I go through phases where I can’t be arsed to blog, look at blogs, or think about blogs.  I mostly grow out of those phases, although I’m in the middle of the “can’t be arsed to look at blogs” thing.  I’m being moody.

Since I won’t show you pictures of my new niece, new house, students, or what I ate for breakfast (because I ate it, see), I’ll show you pictures of my current one true knitting love- the Moonlight Sonata shawl. 

 

After months and MONTHS and months of trying to decide what to knit for my wedding shawl, after a few false starts, this is the one.  Here’s a close up of the double increase, which for the LIFE OF ME I cannot figure out how to do properly according to the recipe in this pattern.  So instead of all knit stitches at the start of every new circle, I have purl stitches.  I’m sure with blocking they’ll be less noticeable, but even then I think they’re ok. 

 

Can you imagine having the super mega brain that was able to come up with this insanely gorgeous pattern?  Isn’t it amazing in its complexity?  Don’t you think I must be so frickin’ smart and such an incredible knitter to knit this?  Seriously.  I can’t wait to wear it, and I think I’ll have it mounted and framed after the wedding so I can gaze upon its loveliness every day.