Arm Chaps #59

Jenny's "arm chaps" are lucky number 59! Woots! I'm getting up there!!! Not nearly close enough, but it's been fun trying!

Pattern (Jenny has small arms and is a biker):

Cast on 32 sts

Rib (k2, p2) for 59 rows

Change to knit for 8 rows

Thumb hole is knit for 8 rows (knit one row, turn and purl next)

Back to circle knit for 7 rows

Rib pattern (k2, p2) for 4 rows

Bind off and have fun!

I hope Jenny sends me pictures soon!

#57 and #58

Project #57 is the wristwarmer pattern, "Primeval" is done! I have no more yarn! I tried to do the second one but made it too tight around the finger-entry-top-ish part so I tried to cut some of the decorative parts to loosen it up just a little, ended up cutting the wrong one and made it stretch out too much.



So... I undid it all and used the yarn to make a swatch, or as I call it my "car dust rag". I needed a new one since my blue one is missing. There wasn't enough yarn to make the second wristwarmer so I just made a little square and crochet around the edges. Classifying it as a project since I did a lace pattern with the whole crochet thing, I don't crochet at all so it was interesting. NYRP #58

SEND ME PROJECT IDEAS! 

I want to try new things! 

Time is wasting away!

Cold Season

AHHH! Cold season is here and has claimed me for a victim! I request justice! Wait a minute- Neil already avenged me. He's so sweet! Not only did he get me airborn, cold meds, and major support at night when I can't breath and needed to find the pillow (to prop me up), he also found me STRAWBERRY halls! I only know of one place we can find them, at my former work place!

Now on to what matters. KNITTING!!! While watching the first season of "Supernatural" (checked out at the library) I finished up my sisters "arm chaps"! Neil sent it off in the mail along with her charger. I hope to have picture(s) from my sister with them on, keep your fingers crossed!

Also... watching "Supernatural" and the second season of "Criminal Minds" I have been working on various other knitting projects while watching them. Keep you posted!

Sloth Arm Chaps

I do not think sloths are cute. In fact they kinda scare me a bit. Don't know why, they just do.

 The flowers are what I got when I made dinner. To celebrate Jenny's visit! That was a few days before she left.

Now, on to the crafts! Sister took the one (of two) "arm chaps" with her on the plane so I'm going to have to ask her to take pictures of them when she gets them! I'll document the second one of course, but just letting you know that!

The pattern I made after the first "arm chap" and there is the second part of the pair. Woots for me! I'll post the pattern when I post the final project pictures!

Here is the second "Primeval" wrist warmer and the pattern I've scribbled out and placed on diagrams. Oh yeah, I'm just that good.

Worry or Not to Worry

Ahhhh! Dear readers, no worries, life is just majorly stressful. Energy is high, negative then positive, then REALLY out of wack.

Jenny is still here, and I think in a way, she needs to be. Not just for her, or me, or even mom, but for the WHOLE family. Minus Melissa because she can just drop down a deep hole and never be heard of again. I think that having Jenny here, being who she is (rather brash and amazingly farty, is that even a word? Farty? She could blow you away with her farts). I know that since she's been here I have had felt so happy, so worried, so excited, so down, so amazingly wonderful that she likes Neil and he likes her, possibly even loves her (though he won't use the word I honestly think he dose). She has brought a new added breath to the family that has been needed.

Last night the kid's parents went out to a birthday party (they had fun) and Jenny and I had fun with the kids. She had them brush their teeths after the showers I made them take, they got dressed, made their beds, cleaned their rooms, set out cloths for tomorrow, did ALL their homework, watched a TV show, cuddled, and they had one hell of a great time together! There were memorizes made. The kids enjoyed the time with their Aunt Jenny so much.

Hope that she is getting something out of this trip, because I know I am.

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Neil is amazing. I had a super stressed out night and didn't sleep until about 4 or 5 this morning, he just held me and listened to me cry, talk, laugh, giggle, and do some venting. Then he let me sleep in! After I woke up on my own (at about 8:30am) he asked me what I wanted most. I said strawberry waffles from Sandy's. Yes, I like their food, well some of it. So what dose he do? He calls them, too busy, so he WALKS down there, orders, and waits for the food. Spent like 40 minutes waiting. But he got it for me. Cream/whipped topping was separate so that the cream wouldn't make the waffle soggy. It was huge and yummy.

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CRAFT UPDATE:

As for crafts, dear readers, I have been working on her "arm chaps" that is a nice cotton/acrylic yarn that's like a 2 worse thing. It's charcoal type colored yarn. I love working with cotton stuff so it's been fun. I've been trying to get them done before she leaves but I don't think I'll be able to. 

I haven't finished the second "Primeval" wrist warmer thing, but I have been trying to write down the pattern to share it. It's on hold in my wood basket, that really needs to be repaired, there are holes so big the balls of yarn fall out. I love it though, the right size and everything. Any sewers that want to line it for me? I would greatly appreciate it!

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Sammy has his own Facebook page! link

Dark 2.0 No Crafts

Fortune for me that I am ignorant to most things around me. The small things seem to be the ones that I catch, just as they fall to the floor. The tiny little things that are meant to be left there, pushed away till it's time to sweep them all up into a dust pan and dealt with as a mass.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not stupid, or maybe I am. If I am I am ignorant to the knowledge of otherwise. There have always been people that wanted and still do want, to protect me. I have this, innocence, or purity, like that of the meaning of my name. I tell otherwise, try to leave them with a sly-eye as if to say ‘is that so?’ Who knows to what they think afterwords. I’m just a 24 year old female that is mentally ill.


{too dark to leave on the blog}


Told you it would be dark. If you actually read it all, I wonder what my reader stats would be. More? Less? No different? Do I even HAVE readers?

Dark

Clinging, desperately to the dashboard of the car that is my life. Nails biting so hard into the dashboard that blood begins to pool in the dents. Swerves, sudden stops, crashes, hissing of metal agents metal, bright lights, dings from the key-left-in-the-ignition, rattling front he seatbealt, ready to fall apart, leaving you to be swung out the open window with your nails still attached to the fake leather dashboard, where "airbag" is neatly stamped onto the front.

Once landing you have to be able to walk away from the still bucking car, holding your head high, walking in a sright line. Ignore that pounding of blood between your ears. Wipe away the sweat from your brow. Straighten that shirt. Dust the dirt and glass from your shoulders. Look presentable. Because when you reach the ones waiting for you, they want you to know that they don't care what you're feeling, as long as you can put yourself together, barley, with scotch tape, loosen the lines around your face to show affection and concern for them, leave your eyes blank so they know that you're willing to fill your eyes up with attention for them.

Them. Those who are the migraine/headache/human hybrids. The ones that are coating our friends and loved ones. They are the ones us with the migraines see. The ones that have haz-mat-suits on to protect them from the possible contaminates we may have left on our skins from the ride of our lives. The ones on the outside see the pain we are living. The world that refuses to just stay still. They can see between the rays of bright lights and rigging sounds that penetrate our skulls. They wait to pass judgment, using our friends and loved ones faces to confuse us. They whisper that we're weak. This little tingling in the head is nothing and that the world has suffered greater hardships then we ourselves will ever know. They will use those whispers, those looks, those faces, to get their way into our head and make us feel like whips for even trying to battle the pain. The pain that seems to be every rock/metal music band (good or bad), nuclear bomb, giving birth threw the back of the skull, ice picks, drills, squeezing, toothaches, high-speed train wreck with an Optimums Prime semi truck, conga line at your cousins wedding, static on the radio, piecing threw the eyes to the back of the brain, flower press, deeply inhaling chlorine treated water, looking threw a kaleidoscope while one a tiltaworl eating pop rocks and soda type of pain.

Maybe if I just grip the seat a little harder, maybe if I cry a little softer, maybe if I will it to be so I can push it back, far enough to the back that I won't find it till later. I won't find it till after times have come and gone and I can face it head on, in a 5-point seat-belt for the car. Could it be that now the hip is fixed I'm focusing way to much on this mega-migraine?

Where's a zombie apocalypse when you need one?

Surprise!

Jenny is here for mom's birthday! It is so hard for me to keep a secret but I have kept it since my birthday (September 1st).

Jenny came to us from the airplane, which Neil and I had to go get her from and then drive all the way back. You know that my migraine has made me suffer so much that driving was a miricule. I love my sister so it all was worth it.

Mom had no idea! Not the kids! Not my brother or sister! It was all a surprise, and a surprise I could keep that secret.

Days Old Thoughts

The past few days have left me pondering what in the world I'm going to do. As far as a vocation that is. I am very worried that I wont be able to find a job that understands migraines. What in the world could I do? I really liked being a pharmacy technician, whether or not I was actually good at it, I'm not sure, hoping I was.

How dose one live with migraines? During school it was just fine, I could go home, sneak off to the bathroom, find a sympathetic teacher to give me a dark room to rest in. At my last jobs I didn't take it too seriously because I am rather arrogant, or ignorant, not sure which word would be better. I know now that I was purely lucky in having a great place to work. Now it's that time of time were everyone is scurrying for a job (especially with the whole job market thing), let alone a job were there would be understanding between the employee and employer.

So yah. Car accident is done with, now it's on to finding a way to deal with other medical stuff. All I can say is "WTF?"

Wahhh!

I've been trying to work on the second sock and hardly have 1 1/2 inches on it... sad I know. But I did finish one of the wrist warmers in this pattern I got from a knitting newsletter. I call it my "Primeval" pattern... I just modified it and kept working on it while watching the show, which is awesome!



I have some news! Doctor said I can go back to work in like 2 weeks if  the sharp pain doesn't get worse. Yah! Now I just need to figure out why I can't seem to figure out how to renew my pharm tech license. It's driving Neil and me mad!

Well that and my headaches/migraines. Still have this damn thing in my head and have to figure out how to work and deal with them at the same time. What if I can't find a way to deal with the head and work? What should I do?