Crafty Christmas

So, I finished all the macaroni necklaces and made kelly green vests with mustard yellow rick-rack accents for my dear friends Ed and Anthony.

Not really. Look at what's coming for Christmas:



These two were used to make a LOVERLY afghan/throw. Maybe instead of the green one for Ed. Pix of the afghan as soon as I get home to Cincinnati and have access to a nice digital camera.



These two made a lovely FULL-SIZED (!) blanket. Not sure -- it could be for you!

All photos courtesy of Purl Soho (where I also bought the yarn, and where you should, too! The store is amazing. And, you can shop online (see link on the right). Merry Ho Ho!

Oh, Snap

So, you all know there's no bus, no subway (which I wouldn't take anyway, because I feel like a slice of pizza whenever I go down there) and no way but the walkway to get into work. I'm not sure how I feel about the strke, because I can't divorce my own personal issues fromm those that face the union workers. I mean, I get that there should be maternity leave. I agree. But also? I walked 7 miles (7.14, actually, according to www.hopstop.com) today. Ugh. I could be, however, super-skinny at the end of the strike, which means for sure, I'd get a real boyfriend. In the interim, my feet hurt.

The good news? This story of my walk home with Ed. (On the way to work, I wanted to kill him ... and, I guess I wanted to kill him on the way home, too, actually, because he kept pointing out how nice it was, how beautiful the view .... a punch in the neck was warranted, is all I'm saying). But, here's the best joke on me in weeks:

Ed: Oh, what's that?

Me: That's the Metropolitan Club. Anyone who's anyone knows that. That's where I had my first wedding (joke).

Ed: Oh, that's right, when you married Don King.

Me: (Unsuspecting). That's right.

Ed: And, you got the hair in the divorce.

Me: (Peeing my pants laughing, because he got it right on.)

I hate you, Ed.

Ho, Ho, Ho ... Not

More like Boo-Hoo-Hoo! So, look at this from strangezoo.com:



Nope, that's not Izzy. But, it could be. So, here's the thing; Why is my cat a poop magnet? Why? I was minding my own business mopping the floor (also, why can't I buy a bucket that works? It's a fucking bucket, for heaven's sake. All it needs to do is keep the water on the INSIDE! I've bought four buckets in the last two months, and they have all been broker than a bag of glass. Anyway.)

So, as part of my cleaning/mopping, I changed the litter box. And then, Izzy needed to use it, which was fine until I heard this: "Merroawwww." That was her whilst in box! Then, she jumped out onto the just-mopped floor and proceeded to scoot her butt around the floor. Ew. So, I had to look. I didn't want to, but I had to, and what I saw? Oh, how I wish there were someone here to hold my hand as I type this -- I might pass out .. because, the thing is, I looked ... and I saw ... A BIG POOP BALL ON IZZY'S BUTT!

Gloves, warm water, hissing, scratching, swearing ... and now, Izzy is poop-free. I am getting ready to pour myself a drink. Man, it's hard to have pets. Thank god I don't have kids.