Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Boston Strong

Man, this post is hard to write.  The city that I love was attacked on Monday.  Thankfully no one I know was injured.  My heart goes out for the injured and for the families of the deceased.

Dear Boston,
My home, my heart, always will be yours. 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Gamble about like a bunny

I signed up for my first 5K. Who is this person inhabiting my body? Seriously, WTF am I thinking? 
I started trainning today with my nifty RunZombie 5k app, 37.30min, 1.99 miles, not too shabby for a beginner who mostly did walking. I might treat myself to some yarn or a pedicure after I complete this.

Speaking of yarn! I had some birthday yarn from many years ago, that was just sitting there and sitting there looking all pretty & green, pleading with me to knit it up.  I felt bad so I bought a pattern, and started knitting on Irish Coffee, and I love it!  I can't wait to see what it looks when it's done.

The BFF socks are coming along well, the pattern makes the yarn sing! or the yarn makes the pattern sing, either way you get the idea.

That's about all I got.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013


So, yesterday, April 2nd, I looked outside my office window and what did my wandering eyes did appear, an otter.  Yup, random.  No one at work believed me, I was beginning to doubt my eyes, but, I know what I saw and it made me happy and that's all that matters. 

The Golly socks are no more, the pattern and the yarn were not a good match, and I am ok with that.  I'd rather knit up that lovely pattern on a plain yarn where you'll be able to see the pattern than have it be lost in the lucious yarn colors. I was able to find a new pattern, one with lots of cabley goodness.  I will start those most likely on Saturday.

my lil freshie

 I've had this little freshie since she was 8 weeks old.  Even though she is still small (she was the runt of the litter) she has grown alot.  She was once a scared little kitten and now, she is a scared little cat.  She still doesn't like loud noises, new things or people make her scurry under the bed to her own little kitty fort, but unlike the kitten she once was she will now jump up on your lap to cuddle. This coming Monday my dear, sweet, little Lila girl will be 8.