Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Happy birthday to Jared

It's my boy's birthday today. So, happy birthday, Jared! Eh, he doesn't even read this.

So, I've been hella busy. We got Valentine spayed, and we spent the last weekend in Tulsa. We saw The Flaming Lips and MC Chris, and Jared got to meet most of my family and friends in Tulsa. And my family adored him.

Good news: the cord to my camera still works.
Bad news: the fan on my motherboard is going out. I've been told that the fan can be replaced without replacing the entire motherboard, but I don't know anything about it. Is there anyone in Austin that does? And can help me? I'll so cook you dinner or cookies or brownies or something.

Someone in Seattle found this blog by Googling my full name. Who in Seattle knows me? I'd like to talk to you, promise. I don't bite, and if I ever knew you, I probably remember you.

I read Harry Potter. I cried, but over all I felt like Rowling just kind of...gave up on this book. It was no where as good as the previous six.


I have been knitting. I have been trying to teach Jared to knit. I'm still working on the birthday socks (I got the yarn as a birthday gift - thanks Suna! - on February 3rd). They're sitting there, almost complete. Really, I just need a day off work when I don't have other plans and I should be able to finish them.

I'm also working on a skinny version of Wavy, as well as a scarf for my mom. Wavy is going along well, though the scarf is at a stand still.

When I moved out of Bryce's I realized that I have a metric crapton of acrylic yarn. Most of it matches, too. I'm thinking of making a sweater or two with it. I don't like knitting with acrylic much, but I've never minded wearing acrylic sweaters. And I'd like to have a sweater I made by the time winter is over. I'm debating if I want to design the damn thing myself or if I want to follow a pattern. If I decided to go with a pattern, I'm thinking about one of these:

Holey Cable!
Ballet Camisole (I know, not a sweater. Still. I want one. I've been loosing weight - 18 pounds since March! - and want to show off)

I'll also have to dig out my magazines and books and see if there's anything I want to knit there. Also, if anyone knows any awesome patterns where I won't have to add short row shaping in the bust (as in it either doesn't need it or it's already figured into the pattern), I'd like to see them.

But, that's not starting until the socks and the mom scarf scarf are finished. Also, I am frogging EVERY UNFINISHED PROJECT except for the socks, Wavy, and the mom scarf. Well, if I have like, a single sock or armwarmer finished, but the second isn't on the needles, it can live. So, I guess I'm frogging any "on the needles" project. (I'm also rambling.)

I decided I'm going to be a two project max woman. A larger project and then either a sock or a scarf or something small and portable.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Admin notice

My mail has been funky for the last few weeks. I'm not getting mail at either my P.O. box or my apartment. I don't know what's going on, but if you tried to send me something (secret pal?) and I haven't mentioned it, please, PLEASE let me know. Otherwise, if you were planning to send me something, let me know, and I will email you my address at my apartment, which should be okay. I think something's just gone weird with getting my mail forwarded.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

My Kitty.

I posted this as a comment over at Laurie's, but I thought I would share it here as well. Laurie lost a good friend yesterday, so go give her some love if you haven't yet. Also, if you haven't been keeping up with Rachael and Digit, you should be.

When I was 3 years old, one of our barn cats had kittens. There was one tiny grey and white female kitten that just was having a hell of a time. My parents decided to move mom and the kids inside the house, so they could be out of the harsh elements.

Once everyone was big and strong enough, Mama Cat moved back outside, and the kids were slowly given to neighbors, as barn cats are always a good thing to have out where we lived. But no one wanted the still smallish, scraggly, grey and white kitten.

My older sister (she was 10 at the time), persuaded our parents to let us keep the grey and white baby. So she moved inside, and my sister named her "Precious". Technically, she was my sister's cat, but she mostly hated everyone except for me and my dad. She became our cat, and refused to answer to "Precious", so she was unofficially renamed "Kitty", and that was all she responded to.

My dad frequently referred to her as "damn cat", and she was more mine than his. As I grew older, she became my companion. I grew into an unpopular, awkward adolescent, and Kitty was the only one I could talk to. I sang to her, and told her made up stories. She slept on my bed, frequently on my face, actually, and always let me cuddle her, even when she would let anyone else near her.

The fall I began college, it became apparent that she wasn't doing well. Over the last year, she had gotten more scraggly, and crankier. She no longer got around very well, and it got where she stopped eating and drinking unless if was given to her by hand, and only by me. The time came to have her put down.

The vet said it appeared she had suffered a stroke, and that our decision was the best one. He shaved her leg to give her the shot, and when he put the needle in, she fought back with all her strength, hissing and trying to scratch and bite. She jerked the damn needle out, even. The vet ended up giving her the shot somewhere else, I can't remember if it was in her stomach or in between her shoulders.

I held her as she left this world, and I cried. The vet was kind enough to give me a hug. But that was my Kitty, tough as nails until the end.

Monday, July 02, 2007

uh, well...

The cord to my digital camera...um...may have sort of, you know. Been put through the washing machine. On accident. I washed my laptop case, since my friends' cats peed on it while I was living there. I thought the bag was empty, but I guess not. I don't know if it still works. Right now the only internet in our house is on Jared's computer, which I don't like using as much as I like using my computer.

Couple of things first: Ms. Pixie Punk asked about the dye used in my profile picture. Yes, it's Punky Color in Green Apple. It's also about a six month old picture. Now, my hair is Flamingo Pink. Same brand. I usually don't go in for product endorsement on my blog, but Punky Color is the. best. freaking hair dye on the planet. I've only had one color fade on me: Lagoon Blue.

Yeah, that wasn't long after I did it that color. I've loved every other color of theirs that I've used, though.

Thing #2:

I got tagged by covered in Yarn for the wonderful "7 random things" meme.

Here's the deal: Each person tagged gives 7 random facts about themselves. Those tagged need to write in their blogs the 7 facts, as well as the rules of the game. You need to tag 7 others and list their names on your blog. You have to leave those you plan on tagging a note in their comments so they know that they have been tagged and to read your blog.

  • 1. I get antsy when I don't dye my hair. Even with natural colors. I think the longest I've gone without dying it since I was 14 or 15 (that's 8 or 9 years, for those keeping track at home) was 6 months. I also didn't cut it during that time. If was for my high school graduation.

  • 2. I hate having excessive icons on my desktop. It looks cluttered and nasty to me, no matter how I organize them. I have to have about 20 icons on my desktop at work, and it drives me insane. Like, batshit crazy.

  • 3. I've gotten to play with an iPhone several times. I was the biggest hater of the iPhone when they were announced. I certainly didn't want one - until after I played with it. Now I'm dying for one.

  • 4. I get these intense desires to like things that I know I do not like. At all. Such as seafood. And sushi. And mushrooms. And egg. The list goes on. It's like I feel like I'm a horrible person because I don't like these things that everyone else seems to like.

  • 5. Now, some of you know this, some of you don't - I have an addiction to CraigsList. I found my dog, my boyfriend, and one of my first (and closest) local friends on CL. Interesting side note: I met my boyfriend from a Strictly Platonic post I made. Platonic, my ass. But, that's a longer story for another day.

  • 6. I'm incredibly forgiving. Perhaps more than I should be. I have a tendency to forgive friends for doing the shittiest things. It probably says something about my character. Or it might say that I'm just a doormat.

  • 7. My ex-fiancee is my best friend (aside from Jared, naturally). Robert and I share some weird, unusual bond, and have vowed to see each other through everything. This bond took about 4 or 5 years to fully develop, but I'm glad it did.

I'm not tagging anyone in particular. If you want to do this, and you haven't already, by all means - do it. Then leave me a comment or shoot me an email (chemicalpink (at) gmail (dot) com) letting me know you did it. RAWK.

Moving on with my ramblings, I met Jared's parents for the first time Sunday. We drove out to Schulenburg and had lunch with his parents and his two little sisters. His parents were nice, though apparently they weren't feeling well, and I adored his sisters. I always wished I had little sisters when I was a kid, but I was the youngest. So, I'm laying claim to his sisters, hehe. They're 11 and (almost) 13. And adorable, have I mentioned that?

I think that's all my news for now. I'll try to keep it less quiet around here.