Week In Pictures

Out of Sorts

The bad news is that I have just a horrible migraine today and am headed back to bed and then perhaps a nice fire, some tea and my mittens.

The good news is that even when I'm not feeling well, and need to escape for a few minutes of privacy into the rest room, Sammy will always follow just to keep tabs on me. It's her way of checking in and asking: "Is everything OK in there?"

Later....

Smitten

I'm so completely in love with these that I went stash diving immediately and found some Knit Picks Palette tucked away for I-don't-know-what and found three colors that I love. I soon had a sweet picot cuff and the beginnings of the color work portion on the cuff completed.


I had great plans for yesterday as it is the only day home for the rest of the week. Surely you thought I'd be farther along. But alas . . .

I had an eye doctor appointment yesterday.

Jon returned home early Friday evening. I kissed and hugged him hello. Then I grabbed a cat, a blanket and this DVD set on loan from Jeanne.
I did not emerge until Sunday morning. Season One is in the bag. Frak!! Where did the weekend go? I wonder if he's going out of town again soon??

There Will Be Bag

It's still gift time here. We've changed recipients however. Went to see some pals last night that I've not seen in way too long and there was a birthday to celebrate. Here's what I took. Let's just see how long it is before you see these little treasures posted again out on the internets, k? Then you can know whose birthday we were celebrating.
Some soft and yummy Misty Alpaca sock yarn. Not exactly this person's color range, but then there really wasn't anything in her color range. Maybe she'll re-gift it. I wouldn't blame her if she did. Heck, my birthday's coming up; maybe I'll get it back.

Clever. Put cat paw anti-skid things on your socks. I guess so you don't slide around in your shoes?

Proof that I have absolutely NO imagination whatsoever, the new "it" book and a Zecca pointy scissor cover-upper thingy. What I lack in creativity, I make up for in volume. Now to pack it all up and wrap it...

And lo . . . there will be bag. Gift Bag.

Box Redux

An very observant now-blogless-formerly-K3Tog-Jeanne noticed an really important "other box" in the background of yesterday's picture. See it . . . there underneath the attack guard kitty. Yeah, I know he's asleep, but he'd snap to attention if you came REALLY close to that box.So that was "the BIG" present. Not the one just sort of shoved at him as an afterthought. A nice, big, shiny, SONY BluRay disc player. Now, it should be noted that I am not an authorized electronics purchased for the household. I am only allowed to purchase said items when given a web url and told to point, click, pay, ship. This one was a no-brainer though. Until we I got it home. Where to put it, where to put it?? Well, under here looks like a good starting point. Ya got yer TV and ya got yer cabinet for yer TV stuff.

Yeah - no room. Full up with other electronic stuff. All of which makes it very complicated to actually watch TV or a movie or something you recorded yesterday. Sometimes, I have to call him during the day and ask how to do one of these things. Totally blows my cover.

The bedroom cabinet could have been an option but looks like were plum outta space here too. Ah, that's ok. Who needs HD movies in the bedroom anyway?

Looks like something in the basement "Tower of Power" has got to go. It's probably best that it goes here. I think a TV this size, really needs HD movies.

Dog added for size comparison. And because well - she's a dog!

Yeah - he REALLY needed that BluRay! Because as you can see, he has all the other crap!

Payback . . .

. . . is a box. Conversation while shopping for Jon's birthday gifts:

Clerk: Would you like a box?
Me: No, thank you. I had a bad box experience recently.

Clerk: Our boxes are very easy to make. And they are just the right size.
Me: OK.

Me: It is a conspiracy. Sure wish I had saved the other boxes!!

Feeling Blue!

But in a good way . . .
. . . because I was the lucky week #4 blog birthday winner over at Carrie's. I got a super cool blue-themed gift pack! I know Carrie is a tooth cleaner by trade, hence the gum, but she also included an awesome flickr card (how come I don't know how to do this??) which sports a picture of one of my favorite blog-dogs. Can you see Casey-Blue's eye's peeking out over the gum? He's just SO handsome. He makes Holli's knees - all four of them - weak.

It's on to Monday madness - dad is gone all week! Mmmmmm - noodles and cereal for dinner.

V

. . . is for Volleyball.

From their very humble beginnings back in August, this team of 5th and 6th grade girls went from a group of squirrely girls to a team. The fifth grade girls have been playing together for three years; the fourth grade girls for two. This is the first time we've had to move a few 5th graders "up" to balance out the teams. They had great coaches who taught them play together as a team - not 5th and 6th graders. Volleyball is a great sport for girls --low impact, builds good upper body strength and as with anything with girls -- requires teamwork. I never played but now, really wish I had.

This group of girls went 8 - 2 on the season. They beat the giants in the division (the ones that practice 5 times a week, are a good 30 pounds bigger than our girls and are mean). And despite an unfavorable seed in the league tournament (where they would face the giants again) these girls were . . .

. . . victorious!!
First place; Girls Cub Gold Division

V is for Volleyball!

Nine Days Later...

. . . we get to celebrate again! So the signs and the banners just stay up. Poor Jon, it must seem so unfair to him that he gets no fresh decorations for his birthday.

Luckily, Kathryn saw the injustice in this and made sure to correct it. Tonight there will be a nice dinner, presents and leftover birthday cake.

But for now, will you please help me wish a very happy birthday to the man who stole my heart, who makes my palms sweat (still honey!), who shares my dreams and sorrows, who makes me laugh like no other, the keeper of the castle, man of the mansion (it's really not that fancy Carole - he just takes REALLY good care of it - and built it!), father to one terrific kid, two cats and a dog, my guy, Jon.

Happy Birthday Jon!

Also, I happen to know that it's a certain special birthday of a certain special Wisconsin girl. I couldn't love her more and I hope you'll stop over and wish her a very, very Happy 50th Birthday. Love you Vicki...glad I could pave the way to 50 for you. It's all uphill from here dear friend.

Unseasonable

Sammy is confused. The window to the kitty "office" (the porch) is once again open. And because the furniture is all tucked away or covered up for winter, she's not sure what to make of this.

It's OK kitty - go on out. You may not get many more chances like this. Find a sunbeam to curl up in.Because as of 9:00 this morning, it's 70 degrees on the porch and heading for 75 and sunny!

And we'll take that in November any day!