| October 2006 Dribblings | |
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10.30.06 IT IS SO MUCH FUN. it's sad though really, cos now? i get excited about yarn. YARN! i go down the MULTIPLE yarn aisles at Hobby Lobby, and i ooh and aah over the different colors and textures and I AM SO DAMN EXCITED BECAUSE I SAW SOME YARN THAT IS SPECIFICALLY FOR BABY STUFF because it's all awesomely soft and sweet. the only blah thing is that it only comes in soft baby colors like blue and pink and a green and then the obligatory mixed roll of pastels and MAYBE I WANTED SOMETHING ORANGE. but still, baby blanket yarn. aw. right now i'm working on a scarf and a trivet. the trivet is brownish and the scarf is this awesome mixed colors that cookie had where it goes from red to orange to purple. AWESOME! YARN! i can't wait to get better at knitting so i can make stuff out of the more awesomne (hee, silent n) and expensive yarn. i'm looking at you, fizz and eyelash. YOU WILL BE MINE! this is the week i learn how to purl. okay, well, this is the week i attempt to learn how to purl, go to class and learn it, get home, and completely forget how the hell to do it. thus turning in to Tourette's Knitter while jimmy sits next to me on the couch and laughs at his swearing, knitting old maid. *** cookie! for you!
10.24.06 while updating the fiddy i was looking up stuff about rabies (as happens sometimes) and of course ended up looking at stuff about Old Yeller (as happens sometimes) (oh like it's just me?) (what, because you're too damn cool?) (oh sure. right. whatever.) and i found out that the little bro, moochie, remember him? he played the little bro in ALL THOSE DISNEY FLICKS? well I JUST FOUND OUT THAT HIS NAME IS NOT TOBY TYLER. that actually toby tyler WAS THE NAME OF ONE OF THE CHARACTERS HE PLAYED. and that his actual name is KEVIN CORCORAN. all these years people, all these wasted years of me thinking his name was Toby Tyler. i feel like a fool. 10.22.06 while on this 6 mile adventure we: the reason for the funyak adventure was not my birthday but was jan's 50th birthday. incidentally, my shoulder is not hurting nearly as bad as it was even though technically i shouldn't be able to move any of my upper body what with the funyaking and all. in fact, it's amazing how not sore my body is, truly a miracle. a blessing! a blessing from the lord!
10.18.06 friday: it sucked. i was completely ineffectual at work and i shouldn't have even bothered. i was Farmer Benign. i did get Moxied though, so the day wasn't a total bust. saturday: an old black dude scammed jimmy
and me at the Sonic on Meighan. he told us a racist joke and we
died and then gave him money. his joke: A: the police. not that funny of a joke really, but when an old black dude tells it, it's funny. sunday: walmart. monday: i took the day off because my left shoulder is in
serious painitude. it hurts, you guys. tuesday: paint. i've got a buddy helping me paint. he's been
moving all the heavy stuff and doing all the rolling and you'd think my
shoulder would be really appreciative about it, but it continues to hurt.
i'm taking lots of advil and wearing those icy hot patches. neither helps,
but those patches are CRAZY weird. it's cold! it burns! it's cold again!
it burns too! bowling! is! back! luckily my right shoulder is okay; so i could bowl. of course it still hurts the left one a bit what with the moving around and all. but c'mon, i had to bowl. wednesday: more paint. i've still got my henchman rolling for me. shoulder is in exquisite painy pain. seriously thinking about calling a doctor. i just don't know what doctor to call. ideas? lemme know. also, it was Knitting Knight. night. tonight was the knitting class and this time i talked liz and cookie into going and they are SO HOOKED. knitting is so badass. i've got about two more days on this painting job, unless i can get in to see a doctor. going to the doctor really cuts into work time, and? it costs money. monkey hate doctor. 10.13.06 it's friday the 13th. knowing how my days go on a "normal"
day, i know that what i should do is go right back to bed. *** i've started taking a knitting class. (i'll wait while you laugh) ANYway. it's at the lutheran church on wednesday nights at 6pm. anyone can attend. and? best of all? it's free. i'm almost certain that knitting isn't the hardest thing to do, however, so far, i feel like an uncoordinated retardo montalban. it's like i'm all thumbs and butterfingers. buttahfingahs! but the hardest part about knitting so far is trying not to swear. because there i am, at church, surrounded by sweet church ladies, and i'm totally sucking wind at knitting, and the urge to yell, "son of a bitch!" every time my yarn slips off the needle is too great a temptation. so i mumble a lot. and also you can hear me saying, "no!", "what the-?", and "this can't be right." over and over. my goal is to knit a blanket for laura's wee fleegan. i figure a baby blanket will be an easier task than say, an adult blanket. of course, she may not get it until the baby's like, 13 years old, but at least i've set a goal, dammit. *** hey all you geeky gamers. is gametap any good? is it worth
the monthly fee? cos see, i'd like to play some of those old games. but
i'm just not sure how easy it is to actually play them on a computer. and?
can you save your games? i don't think you could actually save many of
those games anyway but they used to give you a code right? so you wouldn't
have to start at the beginning each time? any suggestions and tips would
be appreciated. http://www.fleegan.com/forum2 10.10.06 sorry, that's been in my head. *** roxy rockstar and i went for a walk this afternoon at the "bird" sanctuary. number of birds spotted: 3. everyone loves to pet roxy. she's so friendly when she's on the leash and out of the yard. it's like she's all, "hi! yeah, it's me. you want to pet me? of course you do! i'll be right there!" and she pretty much forces herself on you by shoving her giant nose into your hand. so yeah, everyone on the trail that went by us either stopped to pet her or at least commented on what a pretty rockstar she is. *** i went to the Humane Society on my lunch break. i thought maybe i'd find a friend for roxy, but no, they only had really small dogs. and one german shepherd puppy. no. no puppies. i'm looking for a big, old dog who wants to just eat and sleep and who's done with barking and chewing and climbing fences. i'm looking for lazy. big dumb lazy dog. 10.08.06 *** after describing talking to Alice like talking to a Foxfire book i just had to go to the library and get one to read because those are some good reading, lemme tell ya. the homemade remedies kill me, or they would if i tried them anyway. already i've learned a "cure" for warts. apparently, to get rid of a wart all you have to do is sell the wart for a penny and then throw the penny away. the country mountain people have a cure for everything. usually the cure will involve making a tea of some sort and then adding turpentine to it. most of their cures actually seem to be poision. and so it's a wonderment to me that these people live to be 97. i mean, honestly, you drink stuff with turpentine in it on a regular basis...and yet you die from typhoid fever? i don't see how any organism could live in your bloodstream....when it's poison! anyway, everyone should at least read one of the Foxfire books. it should be mandatory reading. they are chock full of information and charm. i wish i could drive over there and meet those people and talk to them and learn from them and just soak up their crazy backwoods knowledge. i mean, just their knowledge of plants and trees is amazing. i realized the other day that i have no idea what a birch tree looks like. i can recognize an oak leaf and a pine needle. that's it. oh, and a maple leaf, sure. but these people know about trees, like actual trees and roots and things. it's amazing to me. of course, we all know i'm easily amazed. 10.07.06 cookie, it's your birthday. so you should probably, i dunno...get busy? i guess you should run some errands or something? what does that mean "get busy"? and why, on your birthday? i don't know. at any rate, here for you, a new weekly! 10.06.06 10.05.06 so the old lady, we'll call her "Alice" because that was probably her name, was the one to let me into the people's house because they were at work and she was old and had nowhere else to be. i had to work that job for 3 days, so everyday i'd get to see Alice for long periods of time. she, being an old southern lady, would not let me skip lunch. and every day she'd make me a chicken salad sandwich with all kinds of goodies. except one day she gave me a ziploc full of what i think were nacho flavored pork rinds...and i'm not a fried pork skin kinda gal. still the thought was very sweet. she even gave me a jar of some muscadine preserves she had made! and while i'm not a fan of muscadines or muscadine wine...the jam is AWESOME! well, she was the coolest old lady. first of all, she had a voice like the creepy old guy from Family Guy, but not so much with the whistled Ss. just kinda high pitched and a really southern accent which was long and drawn out and quite charming. she would say things like, "ah hope ah'm not hinderin' you." she hung around and talked a lot probably because she doesn't get to see a lot of people during the day although she seemed to get around pretty well. so i started asking her questions about where she grew up and about her childhood. well! she lit up! she pulled up a chair in the room i was working in and started telling me all these stories about growing up in the country back in the "good ol' days". it was like talking to a Foxfire book! it was so much fun. in fact, i'm supposed to paint for those people again in november, and i can't wait to hang out with Alice again. i even wrote her a thank you note (people love getting mail) for telling me her stories and for feeding me. she really made an impression on me. in fact, next time i paint there i wish i could take you with me so you could listen too. EVERYONE should listen to the stories of an old southern lady. do you know an old southern lady? go ask her questions! ask her about christmas when she was a girl. ask her about rabid dogs. (mad dogs were a HUGE deal back then, i mean, they'd be pretty serious now, but they're kinda few and far between these days.) ask her about cathead biscuits. ask her about sorghum syrup and if they made their own. be sure to pronounce it "sahgum" or she may not know what you're talking about. hee. 10.04.06 lately on Being Married: anyway, Wire in the Blood and The Street. WitB was all right. i haven't watched The Street yet. there seems to be lots of murder/cop shows that are popular over there. kinda like here. oh, and there's a new Dr. Who series starting soon...this time with real special effects. hee. but i must admit i'm disappointed with BBC America because it seems to show the same things over and over and over. and while i love that they show the old episodes of As Time Goes By in order (in order!) i can't help but be disappointed that they show their version of Antiques Roadshow 8 times a day. don't get me wrong, i LOVE Antiques Roadshow, but not that much. and WHAT is WITH the Benny Hill show? i mean,
still? and you're putting it on EVERY NIGHT? it's on PRIME TIME?
are you kidding me? there's not anything newer or even...dare i
say, better, you could put on the 7pm spot? lord. we're AMERICA! we're not
COMPLETE RETARDO MONTALBANS OVER HERE. i can't figure if the channel is
run by brits or if it's a u.s. channel. did they pick the shows all,
"well, we know the stupid americans like benny hill and Are you Being
Served...we'll just show crock shits of that. they'll love
it." yes. yes it does. there is a show called My Husband is Gay. i shit you not. i'm sure we'd have that show over here, but i wonder what they'd have to call it. because really we have the same exact reality shows over here, but they're just called different things. like the antiques roadshow over there is called cash in the attic. hell's kitchen over there is called masterchef goes large. what not to wear is called...well, it's called what not to wear. there's a show on TLC called Little People Big World about a midget family. i've not watched it, but i've always meant to. i wonder what they'd call it over there, Midgies? the Wee Ones? television. honestly. meanwhile, in real life: i've been meaning to take a picture of my new glasses, but
really just find a pic of barbara starr
and there you go. i made fried chicken the other night. i used my 20lb Emeril Cast Iron Grill Pan Skillet Thing (on Amazon they say it's 7lbs. they lie.) hee, grillet. anyway, i don't mean to brag or anything...but that was some damn good fried chicken. ask cookie, she'll tell you. she'll say, "dang! jaimie's danged ol' fried cheeckin was dang good!" it was the best i've ever made and i really believe it had to do with using cast iron instead of the frying pan i usually use. word! tonight i try my hand at making cornbread...not in the grillet though...i think it would stick inside the grill things. i've got a small round iron skillet i got from a dead guy. i'll use that. i'll let you know how it turns out.
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