a light at the end of the tunnel

I realized suddenly, while knitting away on my cardigan [ravelry] last night, that I was actually going to finish it. Eventually. In fact, I deluded myself into believing that I could finish it if I just knitted a few more rows. Of course, this resulted in a very late night for me and a sweater that is somewhat closer to being finished than it was before, but is still not finished.

and here’s an action shot

Doozer · life

What is that old saying about revenge?

While I was out with the children yesterday, the cat did something really and truly heinous. He had nom’d one of Isaac’s newest and most highly prized toy, a small R/C helicopter. Mr. Interrupted caught him in the act, and immediately doled out what is likely an overly harsh sentence — a kitteh time-out in the bathroom. The helicopter is a complete and total loss, but can be easily replaced. Isaac was disappointed, but got over it soon enough. The bathroom, however, is another story. You see, at some point during his timeout, Doozer retaliated by peeing somewhere in the bathroom (rather than in the toilet where he usually goes).

The bathroom to which he had been confined is tiny, practically a closet, a water closet if you will, so it didn’t take much to really stink up the place. When I arrived home with the children in tow, the stink of cat urine was rather thick in there and spilling out into the rest of the house. I immediately removed the bathmat, which was the obvious place for him to have his feline revenge on us, but the acrid smell lingered. Then I mopped the floor, but to no avail. Resigned, I scrubbed every horizontal and vertical surface — the floor (again) the cabinets, all four walls, the shower stall, the toilet — and still the stench persisted!

Mr. Interrupted pressed upon me to retrieve a black light from the local Spencer’s Gifts, which I did, but no mystery spots were revealed by its velveteen otherworldly glow. As I backed out of the room, lighting the murky corners with the ultra violet light, eyes straining for even the barest hint of the florescent smoking gun, I caught in the corner of my eye a glimpse of Doozer, taking a shit in my shoe. Feline revenge, apparently, is a dish best served stinky.

holiday cheer

Merry Christmas

And don’t forget to eat your greens!

holiday cheer · meme

Christmas Questions: A Meme

I got these from SunflowerFairy (thanks)! Jump on in, the water’s fine!

Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper for the most part, but gift bags are fun, too.

2. Real tree or Artificial? Artificial. There’s less mess, and just a one time investment instead of a yearly fee.

3. When do you put up the tree? Preferably the day after Thanksgiving.

4. When do you take the tree down? On the Epiphany. (The epiphany usually being something like “holy shit, why is that tree still up? It’s freaking January 6th already!”)

5. Do you like eggnog? Love it. When I was a kid, my dad would drink eggnog mixed with 7-Up. I know it sounds weird, but it’s good. Really.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? Cabbage patch doll. I’ve still got her, too. :-)

7. Hardest person to buy for? Hubby. We usually pick out our own gifts, which is fine and actually works out very well for both of us.

8. Easiest person to buy for? Me, for the same reason as #7.

9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes. We have this one from Haba the boys can play with.

10. Mail or email Christmas cards? The ol’ snail mail.

11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? I can’t remember.

12. Favorite Christmas Movie? A Christmas Story. Elf is a new favorite. This one looks promising.

13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I did all my shopping in October this year. I wanted to be all done so I could enjoy NaNoWriMo without the additional stress of holiday prep.

14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Yes.

15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas? Chocolate.

16. Lights on the tree? Lots! And multi-colored, not white.

17. Favorite Christmas song? Lately, Oh Holy Night is a favorite, along with The Holly and the Ivy (with the original, pagan lyrics), and the advent carol that Sting did: Gabrielle’s Message.

18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? Definitely stay home.

19. Can you name all of Santa’s reindeer? Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen. Rudolph was always my favorite, though.

20. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? Christmas morning.

21. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? Certain despised “Christmas” songs played over and over and over on certain radio stations (that shall remain nameless).

22. Favorite ornament theme or color? Santa.

23. What do you want for Christmas this year? Yarn. Or hand knits. Or knitting paraphenalia. Perhaps some pretty rosewood needles. Or the glass ones.

24. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star.

25. Favorite Christmas dinner? Chili.

Happy Holidays, everyone!


Life After NaNoWriMo

The first week of December, nearly gone now, has been a week of writing avoidance. I finished my juxtaNaNoWriMo project–the wonderful light and lofty qiviut knitted up into a soft and warm moebius cowl [ravelry].

Here it is, modeled by a very pensive looking Isaac.

And I cast on a sweater [ravelry].

I need a new picture. I’m already through that ball of yarn and halfway into a second!