Knitting Olympics- NOT

Who did I think I was kidding?!?!

I don't even have time to blog properly, much less start yet another project. I'm spread thinner than light butter on a rice cake.

I think I will just check in with the rest of the crew on Ravelry, monitor the "real" Olympics on the web, and dream of getting involved next year.

I met this guy online. Funny, handsome, nice, smart. Enjoying our online email exchanges. Lives in Cali tho. (The nice ones are always the hardest to find ). This V-Day had me too busy to be sad about not having someone. It is cool though, that someone is on the other end of cyberspace that likes me.

Cast on the Brown wool socks. They are going to be really  nice. I think I will embroider a big 'L" for Laura on each one. ( she might think its "L" for left??hmm) Like the L in Laverne and Shirley? Remember, she had that big letter on all her blouses? I loved that show.

Happy Sunday..

This is my dad. John Michael Wilber. He was about 23 when this was taken. I would have been about two years old. He was a second-generation son of Irish Immigrants. He could fix just about anything from diesel engines to stubborn horses. 

He would have been 65 this year, March 18th. He died 6 years ago today, February 9th, from a self-inflicted gunshot to the head.

    

                                

He was hurting. Inside and out. His wife pretty much ran us kids off due to her self -absorbed personality, and I am almost certain contributed to his untimely death.  He left this world without ever meeting his youngest grandson, (my boy Joe), and has missed so many things in his children's lives that he should have been there for.

He was of the Catholic faith, and even with that, he was honored with a proper funeral, in church, with hundreds of mourners, shocked, reeling, overwhelmed, from this. He was forgiven. He went to Heaven. I stand unwaivered in my belief on that.

What I want you, the reader, to take away from this. Nothing. Nada. NOTHING. There is absolutely, irrefutably, NOTHING in this world that could happen to you, or me, or your best friend, or your mom, or some hero, that is worth taking your own life for. PERIOD.

We are here for a reason. No matter what faith you follow. There is a purpose. You just have to find it. You also have to make a choice. God gave you that freedom.

No matter how much you hurt, or how scared you are, or how far you've gone, there is always a way back. You just have to find it.

You just have to find it.

 Dad. See what you lost when you left this sweet world?

Laura's socks are going to be really soft. The wool feels hand-spun. I knitted a swatch while at the laundromat. I'm using a size 6 needle, so if they accidentally get washed (in cold water, I hope) they shouldn't felt down too much. Cast on 60 stitches, 2x2 ribbing, and have made a few rounds.

I'm looking forward to dance class tonight, since I missed it last week. I was looking at the calendar for upcoming MEDGE events, and it looks like there might be a student dance night. OOOh! I'm going to have to get my costume together. I have all the elements. Coins, sparklys, stuff for skirts and I have a really cool belt idea picked out. 

I cut my hair last night. Just the sides. I really like Wynonna Judd's hair and wanted something similar: 

She's a pretty lady. Heard she lost a lot of weight with Alli-  hmmm..

Rambles from Rain

I did some cleaning and re-organizing today. (kinda have to do it a lot due to lack of space).

My brother's fiancee', Laura had mentioned she needed warm, wool Boot Socks. I decided to 

pull this out of my stash and use my Boot Sox pattern (shown below).

                                   

 You can fold down the cuff over your boots, or pull them up over Long Johns to keep warm.

I made the green ones for my sister's Fiance', who is a Farrier (One who shoes horses). He's outside all the time. 

                                  

I like the shades of brown. Not 'plain,' but nice and sturdy looking.

The next photo is a sample of almost 10 balls of Mohair originally purchased at Meir & Frank. My  Grandmother Wanda picked it up during a sale (are they still in business?).    

                                         

Still trying to decide what to do with it. It is very soft, and  might work for a baby blanket, or a light Spring sweater or Shawl.  Although, it has such a history, I couldn't just give it to anyone. I should just stash it for when one of my daughters becomes a mother..?? Or just knit it up and forget about it. There's endless amounts of yarn in the world, right?

                            

I love that tag. I should have asked how long she's had this. It came in a nice waxed cardboard box, with a little gift tag and everything. 

Finally, I'm actually going to knit something for myself.  

Ahhh, Noro! Silk/Wool blend, soft, and a harmonious mixture of my favorite colors! ( I always hit the 'z' when I try to type the 'x'. They should rearrange the keys.) I have pondered and thought, and imagined, and I believe a nice pair of mitts would be awesome! Almost as awesome as Sunflowers, or Microwaves, but not quite. My Awesome-meter (Awesometer?) has things like, "Hubble Telescope", and "Wound healing" at the top.  Mitts, right in the upper third, with Avatar, Lord of the rings, and maybe almost as cool as Blue Jeans.

I like wearing mitts when I drive. I have a good 45 minute commute to work, so it would be nice having something to keep my hands warm.

Most of us around the southern Willamette valley are MORE than ready for the rain to stop. At work yesterday,  El Sol peeked his sunny head out for a couple of hours and my two best friends and I dropped what we were doing, skittered outside and sat on a south-facing bench and soaked up some Vitamin D like a couple of California girls back from Alaska.

I haven't laughed really hard in a while like we did Friday. My ribs and stomach muscles (yes, I do have them.  Somewhere.) are sore. Really sore. That proves I have them. HA. I wish I could tell you what we were laughing about, but gotta keep this blog rated G. or at least, PG-13. Just know that it is possible to lose control of your bladder when you laugh that hard. 

Spring term:  Geometry and Computer Science 120  at Lane Community College. I always liked Geometry. 3-D math. What I didn't like, was the proofs. Ugh. 

Has anyone watched the sitcom, "Community"? I don't have TV, but my friends watch it and I saw an episode on Hulu.com. I laughed my arse off! (probably because I'm going to community college). Chevy Chase is in it. He's funnier now than I remember him from Caddyshack and the 'Vacation" movies. Otherwise, I stay the heck away from television.

On a final note, I found a little video on youtube that defies description. This woman has the most beautiful voice. I felt the way I did the first time I heard Charlotte Church. Enya. Enigma. Lisa Gerrard. Bagpipes. All goosebumps and spellbound.  You HAVE to hear her!

Just go to youtube and search  'yasmeen song', sit back and hold on to your chair. Then, visit her website. You will not regret it!

                                    

My Grandmother Wanda, in her new February Lady sweater. I finally got one with her in it! She has the most awesome granddaughter!  Love You, gramma!