uh, i got nothing, but i did find this meme. . .

1. dawn passion, 2. CoTTon … !!, 3. Ojo De Dios, 4. Scrunchable Scarf, 5. BSJ Elizabeth Zimmermann, 6. Vintage Mother’s Day Card, 7. Slow But Steady, 8. Irish Hiking Scarf, 9. socklet, 10. botticelli birth of venus, 11. ~maive~, 12. It`s a kind of magic

Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search.
Using only the first page, choose an image.
Copy and paste each of the URL’s into the mosaic maker over at FD’s image maker.

The questions:

What is your first name? Dawn

What is your favorite yarn? cotton

What was the first thing you made with yarn? Ojo de Dios

What is your favorite color? Variagated

Which crochet or knitting designer do you have a crush on? Elizabeth Zimmermann

Favorite handmade gift you have received? Mother’s day card

Dream project? Lace Pi Shawl

Favorite notion? cable needles

What will you crochet/ knit next? socklets

What do you love most about yarn? it’s variability

One word to describe your craft. Knitting

Main inspiration to craft. sanity

    in the yarn harlot’s ‘Knitting Rules’, she explains how to knit a round item by doubling your stitches every time you double your row count. it’s not exactly a pattern, more of an explanation of a method. you start with four stitches, one on each of four needles. can you say “pain in the ass!”? first of all, there are no other stitches on the needle to keep the needle from sliding right out of the deal. so you want to use some kind of rougher needle. i’m using bamboo, fighting the urge to take sandpaper to them. after you get up to 16 stitches, it’s easier, but until then, sheesh. the other thing i had to overcome was the fact that, again, until you get to 16 stitches, the needles hang up and down, not sideways like i’m used to knitting with dpn’s. the first couple of times i tried this i kept trying to knit from the top ends of the needles. then something clicked and i realized i needed to pull the top of the needle back toward me and knit the stitches from the bottom of the needle, which is the correct end. . .
    that’s what i like most about knitting. it makes me feel like a dumbass most of the time, but every so often, i feel like the smartest woman alive.
    totally off topic, but does John McCain sound like Casey Kasem to anyone other than me? i keep expecting him to end his speech with “so casey, can you play “rock the casbah” for my husband serving in Iraq?”

you will be glad to know that it is no longer features that make a good cell phone. it just has to look good. and have bluetooth. reception? bah! who cares where it picks up? we’ll eat lunch under a cell tower. we can trade ringtones that will never ring with our blue teeth and be oh-so-cool with our pink, big-display-having phones. my daughter has informed me that not only does she need this phone, but i need one too because her friend tried to bluetooth me* a ring tone FROM 100 MILES AWAY and i didn’t get it. piece of shit razr! it’s just money! let’s all get new phones with big displays and blue teeth. as my daughter pointed out, i didn’t spend MY money on the phones we have, i spent my husband’s money. . . i know filicide is illegal, but she is as tall as i am now, can i at least shake her real good?

*the friend was sending it to me, 100 miles away, instead of to my daughter, right in front of her, because she couldn’t bluetooth it to dd since dd has no bluetooth. and if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, friendy couldn’t mms it to daughter either because dd’s phone is not cool enough for friendy’s phone to talk to. that, or, as i suggested, some ringtones are locked and you can’t send them with any phone. but what do i know? if dd’s phone was pink enough and had a big enough display on the front, it would have worked.

and to top it all off, our carrier doesn’t use the brand of phone she wants. i told her that the razr has everything she wants, pink - check, big display - check, reception - check, bluetooth - check, AND it’s a Motorola, so i can fix it when she (&%$s it up by screwing around in the menu as she is wont to do. she said she doesn’t understand why i want her to CONSIDER a razr. friendy says they have more of the good phone at her cellphone place and we can just get one of those. dd will explain it all to my senile ass next weekend when it’s my turn to host her highness again.

CONSIDER??? when i was a kid and my folks bought me and my brother a Nintendo, there was no considering whether we wanted the NES or the SNES or the SEGA, we got what we got and i would have self-immolated before i would have suggested that everyone i knew had a SEGA and i would CONSIDER playing the nintendo until they could straighten up and get the right system. OMG, i said “when i was a kid”. i’m my mom. . .

since the oldest unread post bloglines shows are from May 8th, that must have been it. the day straight outta hell. went a little something like this:

0900 - rance called to let me know that the guy that owns our storage building wants the lock off, NOW. dude thought he was gonna charge us another month’s rent. he’s all howlin’ about the front rent, he’ll be lucky to get any back rent, he ain’t gonna get none of it.

1000 - after an hour’s search for the key, i finally find it.

1030 - finally convinced Michael that we ARE getting in the car.

1035 - run over dead dog.

1036 - hit flying bird. are you kidding me? in a lancer?

1040 - work on code to gate outside of storage facility forever, finally get in, my lock is covered in spider webs or pods or cocoons or whatever. blech.

1100 - weather goes off all grody. power flickers without warning. laptop modem D-E-A-D.

1101 - call power company to come figure out why my power goes postal everytime the wind blows.

1400 - find out top half of pole is rotten and the transformer is about to pull through the pole. power is out altogether.

1540 - while helping sydney with her homework michael sneezes down the back of my shirt. i DO NOT DO MUCUS! i can be barfed on, peed on, shit on, or bled on, but do NOT sneeze on me.

1550 - michael threw the cordless phone in the bathtub full of water.

1600 - realize the pot roast i put on this morning has been without heat for almost 2 hours. yay cooking with glass top range in a house that is prone to power outages!

so, this past friday, the 16th, i got my computer back from the computer place. didn’t get to try it out til sunday. it no worky. shiiiiit. realized this morning that the modem is outside of the computer and the cable i thought was extra and planned to return to the computer when i took my ‘puter back actually is the cable that goes to the new modem.

welcome back to the innernets, retard!

when the thunder sounds like it’s going on out on the front porch, unplug the laptop from the power cord, but continue surfing on battery power and let the modem jack get fried through the phone cord. the phone company guy that tested my jacks says that static can damage the jack. i finally figured out a secret dance to get the innernets going here. great, the pc is smooth dead and now the laptop is swaying. shitbiscuits! yay broken computers everywhere!

1. own an e-machine
2. upgrade it out of it’s gourd
3. by a book about how to make it run faster
4. go in and delete shit willy-nilly
5. when the keyboard quits working, open it up with no grounding equipment to blow the dust out
6. act surprised when the lights on the front come on, but nothing else happens
7. pray the computer guy can get the pictures for your blogs off of the hard drive

did i mention i don’t own one printed picture of my 2 year old? they’re all digital. . . and on that computer.

if i keep ordering yarn, i WILL always be waiting on it. i bought some yarn from someone on ravelry and now i’m waiting on it so i can start my mabel dress. i did finish one of the slippers to go with the dress while i’m waiting.

it’s not that the yarn is taking long, i’m just impatient when it comes to knitting supplies.

dear people that tried the diet i’m on and it didn’t work,

you did it wrong. i’ve lost 35 pounds so far and still have all of my hair and my skin and liver are fine.

love, (less of) me

Dear everyone else that looked at the house my husband and i bought and decided not to buy because of wtf-ever,

thanks for your input. if you really want to help, the note is due on the first.

love, the people that bought the house and love it even though you didn’t

 from now on i will not go ANYWHERE without my camera. the forecast was for snow. in deep east texas that means three flakes fall, 20 minutes apart, nowhere near each other, and melt before they actually land. so the day it snows for 5 hours straight, i, of course, have nothing but a cellphone for a camera.

syd’s snowman. baby carrot for a nose and raisins for the rest.

i only took pics til 10 or so. then i had to go get summer from school. i didn’t know how long it was going to snow and i didn’t want to drive on it if it got much worse. in texas, we can dodge potholes and cows and hay bales and feed sacks but we drive in snow like old people screw. it’s awkward and you can tell we don’t do it often and we sometimes get hurt.