I’m moving to NYC where it’s quiet!

February 13, 2009

Seriously, this week has been insane with a capital I! I can’t take much more of this small country town living, it’s too much excitement for me!

Monday started out with this. Apparently the news camera crew was kind enough to set up in our yard while we were gone. Gosh, I missed my 15 minutes of fame. Oh darn. Yes, in our ridiculously small town there was a manhunt complete with an armored car, sniper rifles, and tear gas. I woke at 9 am to my husband’s Aunt pounding on our door letting me know that the neighborhood nut had really gone off the deep end that morning and had kicked off the day by firing at someone and at houses and then barricading himself in his ex girlfriend’s barn. Joy of Joys! The hubby insisted I pack up the baby and come to town and spend the day at his office. He didn’t have to ask me twice.

Then came Wednesday night. The Monkey and The Bean and I were driving home behind hubby with Chinese take out in the car. We crested the hill just before the turn onto our wee little road to our house and there were flashing lights everywhere! There had  been a horrible, horrible car accident. Traffic was rerouted past our house until close to midnight. At one point during dinner the Life Line helicopter flew over our house to take someone to Hershey Medical. It was not a good night.

At some point the wind that night grew to the point that I seriously thought someone was driving a freight train through our bedroom and I was waiting for our house to lift off the foundations at any moment. I didn’t sleep a wink it was so loud…and scary. Thursday morning arrived finally and after seeing The Monkey off on to the bus without blowing away and hubby off to work Finn and I settled into our morning routine. With me jumping out of my skin every two minutes because of some new piece of debris being slammed into our house: garbage cans, Mason Jars blowing off my front porch, the neighbors humongous pine tree crashing down on our house.

Yep, I watched the tank light on Finn’s aquarium flicker off then on then off. I wasn’t really surprised with all the wind. I heard this loud bang outside and was peaking out all of my windows to see what the heck it was. Finally I looked out the living room window and the top third of our neighbors two story high pine tree had hit our house and was now laying in my front yard. The middle third was flopped in the middle of the road precariously laying on the power lines and pitched just right so that if the power lines snapped it would come straight into our living room window. Enter the dopey guy with the pick up truck who pulls up and decides to start up his chain saw and start cutting on the tree laying on THE POWER LINES!!! Idiot. Luckily someone from the township garage showed up and told him to stop. They waited for the power company to show up and take the massive tree down.

Finn and I packed up again and went to MIL’s house four doors up for the day. Where we had a nice visit with my mother in law and listened to the wind just absolutely howling. I called hubby to let him know all that was going on and suggested we move to New York City where it might be quieter.

Seriously, I’m a bit nervous about getting out of bed today.

Thank You Harriet!

February 9, 2009

I won a contest! I have never won a blog contest before. Whoo Hoo! I was the 3,000 commentor over at Lime Dragon and I won a $15 gift certificate to The Loopy Ewe! Hee! So now some Trekking XXL in this colorway is coming my way, hurry Mr. Postman, hurry! Thanks Harriet!

So passes a dear friend

February 5, 2009

Tuesday of this week Elizabeth lost a friend. Her faithful and nutty fish, Ruby, died. Ruby, more affectionately known as Rubal Turd Face, was a good fish, if not a bit eccentric. He could often be found flaring at the thermometer in his tank. We still aren’t really sure what he had against the thermometer, but it did seem to offend him. Ruby lived a good long life of 2 1/2 years, which in pet store bettas is pretty good. Elizabeth had herself a good cry and I assured her it was going to be okay. I kind of saw this coming. I knew he was nearing his expiration date and had slown down a bit. I also knew she was going to take it hard. Apparently not as hard as I thought. Yesterday she said after school, “So when can we go get a new fish?” Hmmm. Well, now there is a new betta, Chilli, where Ruby used to be. This one doesn’t seem to mind the thermometer.

What do you get when you cross a…?

February 2, 2009

Elizabeth and I like to play a really silly game in the car to pass the time. Basically we take two animals or an animal and an object and cross them and rename them. So basically it goes like this.

Elizabeth:  “If a rabbit and a cow had a baby what would it be called.”

Me: *thinking* “Okay, I got it, a cobbit or a raow.”

Insert silly giggles.

Or another one

Me:  “How about a sea cucumber and a yak”

Elizabeth:  “Oh this is good one, a sea kayak! Ha ha ha ha!”

Well we had a really good one a while back and it was pretty durn funny. We were actually in the car traveling to NY and I was knitting a mitten. It was my turn and I wasn’t really in the mood to play so I just thought mitten…yarn…sheep.

Me:  “OK, cross a sheep and a mitten.”

Elizabeth:  *crickets chirping in the distance*

Me:  *also thinking this one over…light bulb goes on* “Oh! Ha, ha, ha! That’s a good one! Whoops!”

Elizabeth:  “I didn’t know if I’d get yelled at if I said it out loud mom!”

Yep, gonna knit me some shittens.

Finnigan approved dishcloth

February 2, 2009

The other day I was weeding out some of my old dishcloths. Ones that had holes, ones with a ton of stains, ones that were just downright disgusting. Well, by the time I was done I really only had a couple left. So like any good knitter with a stash full of dishcloth cotton, I cast on!

This is the Basketweave Spa Cloth. Very easy, very pretty, and good and nubby for lots of scrubby! I finished it in one and a half movies too. Finnigan tested it out for me after his breakfast. It is excellent for playing peekaboo with…

and does work for cleaning off messy baby faces.

Although Finn really protested that it might be put to better use as a teething rag.