I can't believe it's been this long since I've posted to this blog! Let's see where I left off...
Yes, I remember now. I was saying that I was going to finish some ufos and would try my very best to stay focused on finishing the blanket I started for Summer's baby. Well, I can safely say that I have stayed knitting on that blanket and haven't put it aside to work on something else. But that doesn't mean it's done, either. It's coming along nicely, but unfortunately I haven't had much time to knit.
Opened the new gym in Exeter. Maybe "new" isn't the word for it. See, our bosses (the owners) purchased an existing gym in Exeter and are in the process of converting it to a Snap Fitness. (Like the one they own in Visalia) This has been a slow and painful process. In the meantime, I get to rise at 3:45 AM to be in Exeter by 5:00 AM to open the doors.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
It's Friday, April 3rd and I have decided to do something out of the ordinary for me. I am going to finish some projects that I started and cast aside when my ADD kicked in. I even went so far as to post a project on Ravelry. Yikes! I have to finish it now because it's out there for the world to see. (The knitting world anyway or maybe just the Chicks that use the site too. Or maybe just my sister, lol.)
Either way, it's a special project. I am knitting a baby blanket for my grandchild who will be entering this world sometime in October. Yes, I am going to be a grandmother. I guess I should have figured that having my children at a young age would also make me a grandmother at a young age as well. But it's all good. I guess not all grandmothers are the typical cookie-baking, stay-home-babysitting type. I'm definitely D none of the above.
4 days have passed and I did knit on the baby blanket. I also went on an urban hike with my sweetie and the dog, went out to the golf course (yay!) and putted and drove 100 balls, sucessfully avoided housework for countless hours and taught a couple of circuit training classes. Exactly how far did I get on the blanket? about 4 inches. At that rate, the kid might be able to take it to show and tell when he gets to the first grade. I have got to step it up! I'm off to knit.
Either way, it's a special project. I am knitting a baby blanket for my grandchild who will be entering this world sometime in October. Yes, I am going to be a grandmother. I guess I should have figured that having my children at a young age would also make me a grandmother at a young age as well. But it's all good. I guess not all grandmothers are the typical cookie-baking, stay-home-babysitting type. I'm definitely D none of the above.
4 days have passed and I did knit on the baby blanket. I also went on an urban hike with my sweetie and the dog, went out to the golf course (yay!) and putted and drove 100 balls, sucessfully avoided housework for countless hours and taught a couple of circuit training classes. Exactly how far did I get on the blanket? about 4 inches. At that rate, the kid might be able to take it to show and tell when he gets to the first grade. I have got to step it up! I'm off to knit.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Oh the Horror!
Busy, busy, busy. I'm very busy working and trying to play the greatest sport on earth. But some evil person has done his level best to take that away from me. Yes, someone stole my golf clubs from the trunk of my car. Along with my cart and two pairs of golf shoes, my sandals and my Adidas. I was so upset!
I still can't figure out exactly how. We do know that it happened the morning we left for Las Vegas. My car was in the driveway and not in the garage because we wanted Trudy to have room to run around, and Sean's car was right behind it. We were packing the car Thursday night and early Friday morning. I guess I popped the trunk to get something and didn't close it because my car shows no sign of forced entry. Hell, there is only one lock on the driver side door and that wasn't tampered with. I guess I should be thankful that I still have my car.
We know it happened Friday because Jess showed up to let Trudy run around sometime around 1 PM and he noticed that my trunk lid was up. He called my sister and asked if I would have left the trunk open for any reason and she said no. Well he shut the trunk and then never told me anything about it. It took me 'til Wednesday afternoon (right before my golf lesson) to realize they were gone.
It's not like they stole an expensive set -- it's the sentiment. I loved those pink Wilsons and my pink Adidas shoes and my Footjoy sandals and my pink golf balls. I love that I bought those clubs for myself when I was feeling so down in the dumps about my life and decided that I needed to get out. And I love the peace I feel when I'm out there on the course or the range. I love that I don't have to think about anything but the next stroke and where do I want the ball to go and what club to use.
As always, I look for the silver lining around every cloud and here it is. I do not, and I repeat, DO NOT miss that putter. It was a complete P.O.S. It's to blame for every missed putt I ever had. Also, I did get a hold of another set of clubs and shoes - - Summer's. Thank you baby!
Looking outside, I notice it's perfect golf weather! Gotta run!
I still can't figure out exactly how. We do know that it happened the morning we left for Las Vegas. My car was in the driveway and not in the garage because we wanted Trudy to have room to run around, and Sean's car was right behind it. We were packing the car Thursday night and early Friday morning. I guess I popped the trunk to get something and didn't close it because my car shows no sign of forced entry. Hell, there is only one lock on the driver side door and that wasn't tampered with. I guess I should be thankful that I still have my car.
We know it happened Friday because Jess showed up to let Trudy run around sometime around 1 PM and he noticed that my trunk lid was up. He called my sister and asked if I would have left the trunk open for any reason and she said no. Well he shut the trunk and then never told me anything about it. It took me 'til Wednesday afternoon (right before my golf lesson) to realize they were gone.
It's not like they stole an expensive set -- it's the sentiment. I loved those pink Wilsons and my pink Adidas shoes and my Footjoy sandals and my pink golf balls. I love that I bought those clubs for myself when I was feeling so down in the dumps about my life and decided that I needed to get out. And I love the peace I feel when I'm out there on the course or the range. I love that I don't have to think about anything but the next stroke and where do I want the ball to go and what club to use.
As always, I look for the silver lining around every cloud and here it is. I do not, and I repeat, DO NOT miss that putter. It was a complete P.O.S. It's to blame for every missed putt I ever had. Also, I did get a hold of another set of clubs and shoes - - Summer's. Thank you baby!
Looking outside, I notice it's perfect golf weather! Gotta run!
Monday, February 23, 2009
OMG I Love the Internet
LOL, I know that makes me sound like an idiot, but it's totally true. It made my life so much easier today and saved me some gas too. I hate going places alone when I don't exactly know where I'm going and today I didn't have to all because of the internet. See, I am one of the many jobless people in this world and I was totally dreading going down to the local EDD office. I found their website and applied for benefits online. Yes friends, I googled. Oh and please don't worry about me becoming a recluse with too many cats - - I love socializing way too much to go there. Yes, I do have too many cats, but that's another story.
Back to the joblessness - - I used to think that there couldn't be anything worse than losing one's job until I lost mine. Amazingly enough, I am not overcome with despair or suicidal over it. I am actually looking forward to doing something different. Something I am better suited for, something great. I guess I had fallen into a rut of complacency, content to just put in my 8 hours and collect my check every other Friday. I used to sit there like a veal in a box - - waiting on customer after customer and now.... What lies next for Lisa?
On the personal side, I am going to be a grandma! Uh yeah, I'm waaaaaayyyy too young to be a grandma, but that's what I get for having kids so young and now they're grown and well you know what comes next. So my baby girl is having a baby - - I'm going to support her one hundred percent! I love her and I will love her husband and baby too. Oh yeah, she's got a list of things I must knit for the baby - - better go get started! I have until October!
Back to the joblessness - - I used to think that there couldn't be anything worse than losing one's job until I lost mine. Amazingly enough, I am not overcome with despair or suicidal over it. I am actually looking forward to doing something different. Something I am better suited for, something great. I guess I had fallen into a rut of complacency, content to just put in my 8 hours and collect my check every other Friday. I used to sit there like a veal in a box - - waiting on customer after customer and now.... What lies next for Lisa?
On the personal side, I am going to be a grandma! Uh yeah, I'm waaaaaayyyy too young to be a grandma, but that's what I get for having kids so young and now they're grown and well you know what comes next. So my baby girl is having a baby - - I'm going to support her one hundred percent! I love her and I will love her husband and baby too. Oh yeah, she's got a list of things I must knit for the baby - - better go get started! I have until October!
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Of Knitters with Kitties
Yes I have two kitties - - Cupcake (who's on loan from Summer who's currently in Georgia in the U.S. Army) and (my very own hellion) Cookie. What on Earth would possess a Monster Stash-building knitter to have a cat for a pet, let alone two?
Why am I complaining about the two most loveable hunks of fur to ever walk on four paws? Maybe it's because I came home to a veritable web of yarn in the living room, hallway and the Cats' Room. Different colors, it was truly a feline masterpiece. Yes, call me insane for storing my yarn in their room, but they are in tubs and boxes that they can't get into. Or can they? I guess only they and their canine accomplice, Trudy can say what really happened. No one's talking.
Why am I complaining about the two most loveable hunks of fur to ever walk on four paws? Maybe it's because I came home to a veritable web of yarn in the living room, hallway and the Cats' Room. Different colors, it was truly a feline masterpiece. Yes, call me insane for storing my yarn in their room, but they are in tubs and boxes that they can't get into. Or can they? I guess only they and their canine accomplice, Trudy can say what really happened. No one's talking.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A.D.D. Who Me?
This is not and I repeat not an admittance of guilt but in the immortal words of the magic 8 Ball, all signs point to yes. Am I talking about Twig's socks? Yes. I started them with hopes of completing a pair and seeing them on her little tootsies. Will I finish them? Will I take that little project bag out again and tear back the error -ridden gusset and start that section over? Will Twig see these socks ever? Will I restore my beloved sister's faith in my knitting abilities? Wait a minute, back up there, she is aware of my knitting abilities, what she is also aware of is my painful inability to stay focused on one particular project.
What the hell am I doing up at 2-something in the morning? Is it the siren song of my socks calling out to me that brought me out of some pretty delicious REM sleep? Was it my drooling, kneading cat, Cookie? Or maybe Trudy's snoring? Whatever it was, I am sitting here typing and not knitting. But I must say this in my defense. I am the proud owner of not one, but two newly-knitted dishcloths. Go me! Oh yeah, speaking of knitted dishcloths, there was this pattern on Ravelry....
What the hell am I doing up at 2-something in the morning? Is it the siren song of my socks calling out to me that brought me out of some pretty delicious REM sleep? Was it my drooling, kneading cat, Cookie? Or maybe Trudy's snoring? Whatever it was, I am sitting here typing and not knitting. But I must say this in my defense. I am the proud owner of not one, but two newly-knitted dishcloths. Go me! Oh yeah, speaking of knitted dishcloths, there was this pattern on Ravelry....
Thursday, February 5, 2009
All I Can Say is "Wow!"
Sean got me reading this book that has totally opened my eyes! It's called "The Secret." I'm sure some of you are rolling your eyes. Yes, this book has been around and there's even a movie or DVD about it. I can't believe that I'm just now discovering it. And I hate to admit this, I started reading it rather grudgingly. It took me away from my knitting and other creative pursuits (snort).
Sean, baby, I can't thank you enough.
It's funny how books that he's gotten me to read have really done wonders for me - - Body Rx by Dr. Scott Connelly and now The Secret - - I've lost over 30 lbs and now I know the secret. Wow.
I recommend BOTH books. Oh yeah, Franklin Habit's "It Itches" is HILARIOUS! I totally saw myself in a lot of those cartoons. Thank you Patti.
Okay, so about Twig's socks - I picked up for the gusset and I'm not happy about it. I did something pretty ugly right around the heel flap. And on the gusset I picked up 14 stitches on one side and only 13 on the other. I am sure that if my anal-retentive sister read this she would make me rip back tonight at Borders, and do it over again. I can see her now, pursing her lips and telling me that I can't be sloppy. Even though Twig wouldn't ever know, I would know that it's wrong. Ay yay yay. Dang it - - it sounds like I'm chastising myself instead of just waiting. I know it's coming. I won't steal her joy. I'll just let her look it over and find the mistake herself. Does that make me evil? Nah. We'll see tonight!
Sean, baby, I can't thank you enough.
It's funny how books that he's gotten me to read have really done wonders for me - - Body Rx by Dr. Scott Connelly and now The Secret - - I've lost over 30 lbs and now I know the secret. Wow.
I recommend BOTH books. Oh yeah, Franklin Habit's "It Itches" is HILARIOUS! I totally saw myself in a lot of those cartoons. Thank you Patti.
Okay, so about Twig's socks - I picked up for the gusset and I'm not happy about it. I did something pretty ugly right around the heel flap. And on the gusset I picked up 14 stitches on one side and only 13 on the other. I am sure that if my anal-retentive sister read this she would make me rip back tonight at Borders, and do it over again. I can see her now, pursing her lips and telling me that I can't be sloppy. Even though Twig wouldn't ever know, I would know that it's wrong. Ay yay yay. Dang it - - it sounds like I'm chastising myself instead of just waiting. I know it's coming. I won't steal her joy. I'll just let her look it over and find the mistake herself. Does that make me evil? Nah. We'll see tonight!
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