Knitter's Treat Exchange

I just discovered a knitter's treat exchange. I found it on jan-lee's blog and I skipped right over the blog to check it out. I signed up, it sounds like fun. Thanks Jan!

So to my exchange pal here is the questionaire:

Knitters Treat Exchange Questionnaire
1. What's your favourite type of yarn? Soft sock yarn

2. What's your least favourite type of yarn?mmm...don't know, maybe a squeaky acrylic?

3. What's the first thing you do when you visit a new yarn shop? ooohhh aaahhhhh Then I touch and smell the yarn

4. What other crafts do you do / would like to do? Scrapbook and design teddy bears

5. What magazines do you currently subscribe to? Interweave Knits and Country Woman

6. Put this type of magazine in order of preference:Knitting / Crochet / Other Craft / Food / Home /Garden / Fashion / Celebrity Gossip

7. What items do you like to knit? Socks, lace shawls, sweaters, gloves, mittens etc....... Maybe a house sweater?

8. Are you allergic to anything? Spring! Pollen.

9. What do you like to* smell of? Honeysuckle, Lilac

10. What's your favourite way to relax? With a cup of coffee and my knitting, that's all I need.

11. You're stood in front of a Victorian style sweetshop, an Italian cafe, an old fashioned bakery and a dainty tea room. Where do you go first? The old fashioned bakery

12. What do you come out with? A sweet muffin and some warm homemade bread

13. Where do you go next? The Victorian sweetshop and hopefully come out with a very sweet cake

14. Any other words of wisdom for your pal? Pink is my favorite color, yellow is second, then green.......oh it doesn't matter, I like every color!

I hope this helps my pal. I am looking forward to this exchange. Have fun!

Kangaroo Yarn Court!

A suspect has been indicted and is now in Kangaroo Yarn Court. I AM THE JUDGE! I have done my detective work and I do believe forensic evidence has implicated the suspect as a yarn criminal.

On March 22, 2007 @ approximately 10:30 am, I entered the living/yarn room to find a large 4 legged yellow and black suspect on MY couch with something furry in his mouth. At first I yelled. Not sure why I yelled as the suspect has selective hearing, much like his owner aka DH. He continued with his antics. I ran to him to pull him off the couch. A feat that continues every day all day long. All of a sudden he dropped the furry thing. I went ballistic(as the DD's say). It was my mohair shawl in progress on my coveted Knitpicks needles!The entire neighborhood heard my shrieks. He wagged his tail and ran outside to PLAY! This suspect was totally oblivious to his criminal actions.

I sat down on the couch and stared at the mass of mohair and the needle. The WIP fell away from the luscious skein of mohair. He had chewed the yarn in half from the skein and the shawl. The circular cable was also chewed in half. I gained composure and slowly got up from the couch. I apprehended the suspect and dragged him back inside. Not an easy task. I took a picture of the suspect. It took a while to get the mug shot as he does not stay in one place. I bagged the evidence and marked them: Exhibit A and Exhibit B.

The criminal report reads:

Suspect: Bettis Alias: The Bus
Age: 4 months
Species: Dog, a VERY large dog
Weight: 54 lbs (and gaining 4-5 pounds a week)
Foot size: HUGE and growing
The above suspect has been charged with the following charges:

1. Getting on furniture; a repeat offense
2. Snatching the caretaker's (aka the knitter) knitting project
3. Shredding a mohair lace shawl that has taken the caretaker (aka knitter) much time to knit
4. Chewing caretaker's (aka knitter's) coveted needles in half
5. Slobbering on caretaker's project (this slobber is directly linked to the suspect)
6. Running from the caretaker while in pursuit

Exhibit A and B along with the report were presented at the dinner table that evening to the owner of the suspect. To which he replied: That dog! The owner tried to defend his client with feeble defense i.e."he's just a puppy, he didn't mean to do it" etc.

I, the judge, did not believe this feeble defense and imposed the following sentence.
The Owner must purchase another needle for the caretaker (aka me) and another skein of yarn (cashmere would not be out of the question). Yes I know the remaining yarn is fine to use but I think punishment is necessary for this suspect and the owner. Otherwise, the owner will neglect to reprimand the suspect and the caretaker (aka knitter) will continue to lose WIP to his slobber, chewing and disobedience.
Not sure this sentence will work as the owner has the same selective hearing problem as the suspect. Time, yarn and needles will tell on this one.

ps The cats are planning their own "Cat Court Hearing" on the suspect. The hearing is postponed until further notice.

Ecstatic.....for a day!

We took the dogs to the "clip and snip" appointment. The vet called on Thursday to confirm the appointment. He told me to be there at 7 am. The oldest DD and I had them there at 6:30 am. (We didn't want to be late........LOL)I felt like I was dropping off 3 toddlers at a day care. center. I was ecstatic! Not that I don't love pets but you have no idea what I go through on a given day with these three. They are 2 yrs, 1 yr and 3 1/2 months. They are a handful. Well, Bettis is NOT a handful, that's for sure he's more like a body full.

Once again Bettis had to be carried/dragged in the vet office.
First the vet tech wanted to weigh him in and she tried to walk him with a leash. He was having none of that. She pulled. She tugged. She pushed. Nothing doing. Bettis, like his namesake, was not to be moved. She finally picked him up and half carried, half dragged him to the scales. She mumbled something about each of his feet weighing 10 lbs each. Bettis weighed 42 lbs 2 weeks ago. He weighed in at 48 1/2 lbs at the ripe ole age of 3 1/2 months?! What was my DH thinking when he got this dog? I'm guessing he wasn't!
Fast Forward: I had a wonderfully peaceful day. I got my hair done, I knitted, I cleaned. All in all the day was wonderful until.......we had to pick them up.
Now, my mind thinks when one has surgery one is tired and hurting. Obviously that is reserved for "people patients" or smart dogs. We left at 6 pm to get the "patients". Gypsy and Molly were looking pretty sad and lethargic. Bettis? He was wagging his tail, slobbering all over us and JUMPING! He's not supposed to JUMP! What was this dog thinking? Oh that's right, his owner is the DH and as I mentioned above, HE wasn't thinking.

The vet told me, he was jumping an hour after surgery and they had to give him a mild sedative (which obviously wore off by the time we arrived). He warned us to be certain to keep them quiet for 10 days. Is this vet for real? Does he really know dogs?Did he operate on Bettis or was it an impostor who operated on him? Did he not just say he had to sedate him after surgery to keep him quiet? Gimmee' a break!

Once again Bettis had to be carried/dragged from the vet hospital. He came in the door and started to......play! This dog just had major surgery and he's playing, jumping and running? The other two just looked at him like he was nuts. He IS !

They go back in 10 days for a post surgery checkup. I would suggest the owner of Bettis teach him to walk on the leash. At the rate he is gaining weight my DD and I will no longer be able to carry/drag him to the vet office.

p.s. I find it convenient that the DH works during vet office hours. p.p.s The knitted dog house is at a stand still until I know the true size of Bettis.

Snow, Socks, Shawls & Sanity

Okay, another snowstorm hit on Tuesday. Gracing us with 9 inches of fresh, white fluff. The weather guy missed this one. They called for 1-3 inches. The DD was off school, the DH couldn't travel to work as the roads were unpassable and the oldest DD was off work. The DD's danced with joy and the DH reported every 1/2 hour the measured snow amount (as if I cared). He was in and out all day, like his dog. Not that I'm comparing my DH to his dog but keep in mind the DH has large feet and his dog has large paws. They tracked in snow all day long. I, on the other hand, announced I was knitting for the day. Translation? DO. NOT. BOTHER. ME. Unfortunately I failed to translate this to "these people". Snow meant that Bettis (who now weighs in at 42 lbs at the ripe ole age of 14 weeks!) raced, ripped and rolled in the snow by the hour. The youngest DD went out to sled ride. Translation? WET clothing! Translation for all of this? I get to clean!

Mind you, I should be grateful for these 2 children. After all, I have 2 children who live 2 hours away and they are "too busy" to be bothered ! Of course I have been told, "well, if I lived in CA you wouldn't see me." "Yeah well, I have a news flash for you, YOU. DON'T. LIVE IN CA!" What is it with grown children? They have the "busiest lives". Busy is a curious word, isn't it?

I am knitting on a Swallowtail shawl from Fall 2006 issue of Interweave Knits. I am enjoying this one. I enjoy making lace patterns. I think I've found my niche:lace and fair isle. I took this pic on the porch step during the storm.
Socks: I have started more socks and now I must finish a pair in order to have free needles to start more. I am beginning to think I am a process knitter. Meaning, I like to knit. Not necessarily to finish a project but enjoy the process of knitting. Does it matter if I finish? Nope. I love to touch fiber, I love color, I love knitting. Particularly socks. I intend to enjoy life in spite of my children albeit knitting, bird watching etc.

ps They have yet to figure this out. Some day the "lightbulb" just might flicker..........LOL

Yarn and "The Bus"

As I mentioned in an earlier post, the DH brought home Bettis aka The Bus. I took (or should I say, pushed, pulled and carried) him to the vet office for his check up and scheduled "clip and snip" as we call it. I attempted this feat with "The Bus", the yorktese and the lhasa apsa. Mind you, the DH was at work. They all checked out fine. The Yorktese is 1 yr old and weighs in at 8 lbs. The Lhasa is 2 yrs old and weighs in at 14 lbs. The Bus is 13 weeks old and weighs in at 38 1/2 lbs.! Try carrying that into a vet's office.

The vet (happily, I might add) informed me, "the Bus" has "a lot of growing to do. He has a wonderful disposition and will tip the scales when full grown at 125-150 lbs." He also informed me, that we should take him for a walk on the leash NOW so we won't be a passenger on the end of the leash when he is full grown.

I immediately called the DH to inform him of "his son's dr visit". He laughed and said, "That's my boy". Now, I must inform all of you, I AM the one you has house trained. I AM the one who feeds. I AM the one who rescues "stolen" stuff from his mouth and paws. (VERY LARGE paws I might add) I AM the one who wipes up the floor endlessly from snowy, muddy paws. (Again VERY LARGE WET paws) And the DH has the nerve to say, that's MY boy??!!

I like the dog, don't get me wrong. But when I went to the living room one morning I noticed a strand of yarn on the couch. Now that in and of itself is nothing new however the yarn was coming out of the side of the couch between the cushions. Anyone who knows me, knows that I would have yarn laying AROUND or ON the cushion not coming from the side. Upon investigation I found a wound ball of my yarn, 4 dpns and the cuff of an UF sock buried deep in the side of the couch. The yarn was chewed in half between the cuff and the yarn. The dpns were OFF the cuff. One DPN was bent in the shape of the letter L. These were (in the past tense) my favorite needles. I packaged it up in a ziplock bag and labeled it "Exhibit A" for the day. By the way, "The Bus" is not supposed to be on the furniture.

Yarn seems to be a fetish of "the Bus". This is a problem that he and I battle daily. All the while the DH says, That's my boy!

PS Have I mentioned I am constructing (er, knitting) a VERY LARGE dog house for "The Bus" and his owner (aka DH)?

I Love Lucy Socks

It's cold and snowing outside and I just finished one sock. School is cancelled and the DD and the DH are home for the day. I have announced that I plan to knit for the day. The sock yarn is STR Lucy colorway and I love 'em. "Self" wants them. They're MINE!





The 15 yr old DD "invented" this purse pattern all by herself. She wanted me to post this so you could see it for yourself. The top band has elastic and she made a fabric liner for the inside. She now has several projects on the needles. (takes after her mother....haha)
I'm off to knit where I can stay warm inside and watch the snowflakes fall.

Did I Really Need This?

The DH is in trouble. He is in BIG trouble!

He has been asking for another Labrador Retriever. I have said NO! countless times. His boss has 2 AKC Labs that gave birth to 9 puppies on Thanksgiving Day 2006. He offered the DH one at Christmas at a reduced price. I said NO! On January 27, 2007, he GAVE the DH one of the pups. I still said NO! but it didn't matter. He came home with the puppy like a little boy would come dragging home a stray.

This pup is 9 weeks old and weighs in at 25 1/2 pounds! His paws are HUGE! We're not talking puppy here, we're talking this is a horse!(by the way, we own one of those creatures too, but that's another story.) This puppy seems to have a shoe fetish. MY shoes, mind you. He chews paper. Any paper. Whatever he finds he chews. Knitting patterns, books, bills, whatever. He also has an aversion to yarn! NOT. A. GOOD. TRAIT. I have compiled a list of everything he does wrong on a daily basis. It is posted for the DH everyday. I am sending this list to his boss so he can read it as well.

His name? Bettis aka THE BUS! (after the Pittsburgh Steeler's football player) Very fitting! He runs through here like a bus.

He drinks water by the gallon and he eats like a horse. There is one plus and I do consider this to be a HUGE plus. He is already house trained! We have had a few Labs and I must say they are the easiest dogs to house train. So he does have that going for him. YARN? Now, that remains a problem.

P.S. The cats are NOT happy with him either!

Yarn Diet Confession

Alright I must confess..........I am off the yarn diet.
Here's why:
1. I have many internet knitting friends who heard I was on this yarn diet. They bombarded me with yarn sale emails. (in spite of this unorthodox behavior I will still consider them to be very dear friends)

2. My non-knitting daughter found the most beautiful fair isle sweater pattern and asked me to knit one for her. Fair isle is my absolute favorite to knit. (anytime a child asks for a hand-knitted item it is a miracle in and of itself.) And if this item is something the knitter postively loves to knit requires said knitter to grab the needles, the yarn and knit this item for the non-knitting child

3. I went to my stash room (yes it is an entire room of stacked containers, bags and boxes) to look for the yarn. I. DON'T. HAVE. ANY. YARN! Now I know what you're thinking, how can that be? Let me re-phrase: I don't have any fingering weight yarn in the colors that she wants.

4. My friend (and she knows who she is) and I were "helping" each other on this yarn diet. But she succumbed first to the temptation and then gave me the "okay".

5. Buying yarn is better than eating chocolate (unless one eats M&M's for each complete knitted row and the project gauges at 7 rows to an inch then one is entitled to M&M's or any other chocolate for that matter)

Today I clicked and ordered the Palette yarn in the requested colors from KnitPicks. I will patiently wait for the package to arrive so I can start this beautiful sweater. (a winter coat and scarf should keep me warm while I "hang around" outside at the mailbox everyday)

P.S. I hereby promise to not let this sweater become another UFO!

SYA sock yarn addiction...HELP!

I am trying to refrain from buying sock yarn. I have surfed the net and I can almost feel the yarn running through my fingers like liquid gold. I looked on BMF's sock that rock and lo and behold they're having quite a problem with their bank. Seems they don't believe there could be that many knitters signing up for their STR Club. Gimmee' a break, executives! We knitters are a force to be reckoned with.
However, I will take the inconvenience of placing an order by phone as an omen for me that I cannot succumb to the sock yarn addiction that I suffer. I will get through this..........for now. But just how long can this last? I am crumbling over here.............................HELP!!!!!!!!!!

I Boldly Stand to yarn temptation

Okay.........you know who you are........those people out there who tempt me with yarn. Beautiful yarn, drop dead gorgeous yarn, vivid colored yarn, soft yarn, sock yarn (my biggest downfall) and good yarn at a good price ...........you know I can't resist good yarn at a good price. But I must!

I WILL resist internet sales. I WILL resist any emails concerning yarn and if one friend offers a trip to a LYS, I WILL decline (unless of course it would hurt the friend's feelings then I have no choice than to go).

I WILL use my stash for my projects and empty containers (You know? the ones my DH counted that I reported on a former post)

I boldly stand before you with needles in hand and totes of UFOs ready for a yarn war. I WILL NOT SUCCUMB to yarn temptation! I WILL DEFEAT THIS! The chant must begin...I will not buy yarn, I will not buy yarn...........

P.S. I will follow all of the above rules just as soon as I check my mail to see if a certain friend (and she knows who I'm talkin' about) has sent me another yarn sale.
P.S.S. The credit card is hidden.........(in my pocket)

Shawls, socks and bears...oh my!

These are WIP. A shawl that I put aside for myself. Gifts for Christmas took precedence over my shawl. I plan to have it knitted by the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival in May.

Socks for ..you guessed it! ME of course. I bought this yarn the same time I purchased the above shawl yarn at the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival 2006. I'm feeling a little guilty about not having this yarn knitted already. Not sure why..as I have a LOT of yarn from previous Maryland festivals that is aging nicely. Like a fine wine, yarn ages well. (Unless of course stupid moths get into it).

Last but not least a tiny little teddy bear. I don't normally crochet but these little creatures are just too cute. Besides, they are very tolerant of my knitting, they don't sass back and they are grateful for handknitted garments. This little bear is patiently waiting to be finished. I'll keep you posted on my progress.

Footnote: There are MANY more WIP but I thought I would only show a few. I'd be blogging all night if I showed all of them and I need to knit instead.......

KSTC=Knit Stash Control

I have a serious problem over here. KSTC meaning Knit Stash Control. The DH decided to count my stash containers in my separate off-limits room. HOW DARE HE! I must confess that he is unaware of closet stash, underbed stash and space bags.

Do I go to his area and count his nail stash? Each and every nail? Do I count his power tools and hand tools? Even though he owns several saw, hammers and screwdrivers? The answer? NO I DO NOT! But he decided that he HAD to do this. Okay. So he came up with a figure that was a bit daunting. Does it matter? NOPE! But I took a second look and humbly bowed my head (to myself) and decided I must knit from the stash. So I am off to knit afghans, sweaters, accessories and many many socks. I will be proud when I have knit all this. (Forget the fact that I will be years knitting this stuff.) I can only hope that I have the right color, the right weight, the right yardage for all of my knitting.

I have not purchased any yarn for 11 days. I deserve a pat on the back (or maybe a skein of yarn?) I am heading out of town today to see the DD that just moved out on her own. (Her room became another hidden stash area but the DH doesn't know that)I must admit that I printed a coupon for AC Moore and I plan to visit a LYS in that area (but only to look at patterns). I will be good, I will be good, I will be good...........

I'll let you know what I saw at these stores.

P.S. The DH is still alive after having the audacity to check out my stash room. He swore he would die in there from so much yarn. NO! But count my yarn containers again and well............never mind.

Pattern obsession!

I was looking for a pattern that I know is lying around here. It's a pattern that I purchased ions ago at Stitches in Valley Forge. It's a knitting pattern of wee little dolls. The lady that designed it has since gone out of business. So here's the story. I made a few of these little darlings. They are tedious yet darling and very rewarding. I decided to make another one for next year. To back track a bit, let's just say that I have an organizational "problem". I do NOT think like most people but I am organized, disorganized. I need to mention that several of my family members are "those" organized people. Namely the DH and the youngest DD. They spend many hours trying to make me organized. (doesn't work but if they want to spend the time, so be it) Anyway a few months ago the DH and the DD decided in their own right to organize my knitting pattern leaflets and books. Quite a daunting task, but again, if they want to spend the time, so be it.
Last eve I decided to look for the little booklet. I promptly went to the notebook marked (in very nice handwriting by the DD) doll and bear patterns. I picked it up, feeling rather smug, and looked thru. No booklet. I chose another notebook marked misc, No booklet. I picked up yet another notebook (marked socks, didn't matter, I was getting just a little panicked) NO booklet. At this point, I am starting to hyperventilate. I calm down and begin to look thru all of the notebooks ( all 11 of them)No booklet. I glance at the 4 bookshelves of knitting books and shudder. But I begin to pull each of them down and look thru the books. NO booklet. I sigh. I go to the "knitting corner" better known as the knitting nest and begin to go thru the notebooks and books that are stashed within reach, NO booklet. Ok, now I am in need of a paper bag to help with the breathing. The DH who is making hard tack candy for the holidays asks a stupid question about the temperature of the candy. Who Cares? I have a crisis here!! The DD enters the scene and wants to know the problem. I tell her and she decides to help. We went back thru all of the books. NO booklet. I went downstairs to the yarn room. NO booklet. (that room is getting a good cleaning as soon as the holidays are over, it's a mess). 3 hours were spent on this endeavor. NO booklet. I was getting a wee bit cranky. I did (perhaps hastily), accuse those family members who have tried to organize me. After all I knew where to look if I had put it away, looking through the sock pattern notebook should be self explanatory. At midnite I finally went to bed and dreamed visions of the little knitted dolls. I dreamed of knitting an entire basket of the little dolls to hang on next year's tree. I awoke at 5 am and the little things were still dancing in my head. I went back thru all the books again. (Ok now you understand the title of this blog). NO booklet. I can see this booklet, 3 pictures are on the front and they are so cute. 20 some pages of instructions. I can see it!
I get online and I search. I found the woman's name and typed it in the white pages to find her. (yeah , I know, one might say that is borderline with stalking,but you just don't understand the NEED for this booklet). 10 minutes searching and I found her name and phone number. I decided to call her but thought 6:00 am was probably not a good time (some people sleep). I waited until 8 am. I think I woke her up however she was very polite. I explained my crisis and she offered to send me a copy of her pattern. Oh my gosh, I was so excited. I have the yarn dug out of the yarn stash, the needles are ready, now I will wait for the booklet.
I can only imagine 50 little knitted dolls sitting atop the branches of the Christmas tree.

p.s. 50? you say? I'll keep you posted on the progress.

YEAH!

Okay, I know you all have been wondering where I've been. Let's just say: splashing in color.
A lot has happened since I last wrote. The bathroom is finished!!! YEAH! Hail to the bathroom finishers (aka sons) Finally and not a moment too soon.
The "son" showed up to finish it. I was so pleased and complimented him on the beautiful granite counter and ceramic sink. ( I refrained from making a comment like: "well a bucket with a hose connected would've sufficed at this point)

Now the Christmas season is upon us and like many other knitters I am beyond frantic. There are gifts that are finished. YEAH! And there are gifts that didn't make the finish line. BOO! But December 25, 2007 is just around the corner and I am already making my resolution for the New Year. (Nevermind that it is the same resolution I made last year). I do intend to follow through this next year. (For all of you out there who doubt me, tsk tsk tsk)
I must get back to the cookie baking. I am going to knit on something for next year later this eve. KNIT ON!

Vintage Bag

Lights! Camera! ACTION! aarrgghh

I am so gonna........never mind....I won't go there.

B-DAY!

Okay, It's the "turn another year older day". I'm not about to reveal my age but if this is a hint: My kids have called and made sure I KNOW how old I am. Smart-alec kids!
I have recieved nice phone calls (besides the kids). My best friend, my grandmother, my parents......they've all been very nice.
Just how does one celebrate this? Well let's see, Di called and we "hashed" the DH's and kids who are inconsiderate slobs (and that's putting it mildly). While I was on the phone I managed to clean the "yarn room". I do not need to buy anymore yarn for a decade.......ok.......maybe not a decade. How about an evening? I just bought yarn from SpinCityYarns. Cheap yarn and oh so pretty. I bought the brown mohair look cos I'm knitting bears. Bears you say? Yep bears! You know why? Cos they are cute, loveable and they don't talk back!(Unlike kids and husbands)They also don't make messes. I should be knitting gifts but I've decided that I'm entitled to knit what I want right now........especially today!


P.S. Most of my yarn is turning another year older too.......................

Son! Friday the 13th

Remember in the earlier post Like Father Like Son? The DIL called and is so disgusted because it seems she and her husband (aka my son) were having a "heated discussion" over renovating this home! Imagine that! I tried not to laugh. I gave them 6 months before this started.............LOL it's only been 3 weeks! She said "at this rate we will be years". I gently reminded her that I have been waiting 5 months for my bathroom and it still isn't finished. As the story goes my DIL has been tearing down old wallpaper, cleaning, packing, moving and holding down a full time nursing job while her husband (aka my son, and I use that terminology loosely) has been working, "talking to construction people", running to lumberyards (just like his father) and doing a whole lot of nuttin'. YEP! Welcome to the real world of happy home ownership and marriage! My DIL has decided she might open up her own construction company just as soon as she figures out all the tools and what they do. ( I gave her some pointers after all that's what I've done all these years.)

On a lighter note her husband (aka my son) has a birthday today. I usually call each child at the time they were born. But I decided to call this one at 6:13 am the precise time I had the very first labor contraction. I informed him (after I sang Happy Birthday) that I was calling at the time I had my first pain, one of many that he has managed to impose on my life since his birth. He laughed! Believe me there's a reason why there's 6 yrs between he and his brother................. I have put the "mother's curse"on him: I hope he has not one child but a set of twins "just like him". mmmm........do you think that's why they've decided not to have children for awhile?:)

CRASH! I'm cryin' here

Okay, if it isn't enough I had to run to the big city to stupid dr appointments for the last two days I got on the computer last nite and the dumb thing CRASHED! I have a beautiful black screen with lovely white writing at the bottom telling me Win-something or other is something something repair....press f8 to try to repair. I did. NOTHING! So now I must not only share the bathroom sink with the daughters , now I must share their computer. Let me tell ya, if you thought sharing a bathroom with them was bad, sharing the computer is WORSE! They hang over my shoulder asking, are you done yet? how much longer will you be? my friends are on MSN waiting.........ok...........what's wrong with the phone? When I was a teen, we used a contraption that was installed in the wall and when you dialed (not meaning to date my age but it was a rotary dial) you actually heard and talked with another human voice. We had a shared line and could talk with several people at once. Not necessarily good as we had an older (older being she just had to be 50 or so..........come to think of it, that's not old) nosey neighbor who listened to our phone calls. Now these kids text message whether it's thru the cell phone or computer. This sharing computer thing is NOT good! We checked into another windows system and it's going to cost as much as a new computer. Where is recycling in all this?
Anyway this morning as we're getting ready for another 2 hour drive to the dr's office I picked up the phone to make a phone call. NO SERVICE! Our tv, internet and phone are all 1 service. For some unknown reason the phone won't work on a crashed computer. GREAT! I'm cryin' over here.....................

Ch-ch-ch-changin'

Okay, as you've noticed I've changed the format of the blog......again. Seems the links dropped to the bottom a few posts back. I tried everything (within my computer skills) to fix it. Nothing worked. So I decided. What the heck? Why not? Lo and behold.........it worked! The links returned where they belong and I am a happy blogger. Not quite as happy as I would be with perhaps a lovely skein of cashmere or a skein of buffalo gold but nonetheless I'm happy. Well I'm off to do the knitting, the wonderful world of knitting. (sung to the tune of "we're off to see the wizard" u know the Wizard of Oz)