Am I the only one who thinks Alex Trebek doesn't mean it when he says "oh, sorry" to Jeopardy contestants who miss a question?
As I look ahead to 2007 and starft to consider where Van and I should go on vacation, I find myself flumoxed. I want to go to the Galapagos and he is not so down with that plan. He suggested Panama City and I balked. I countered with Machuu Pichu and he sort of agreed. Then he pushed for a place that I was so not interested in that I didn't even bother to remember it. Since marriage is all about compromise we talked and found some common ground in Chile. As in the a little sandwich shop in central Heredia named Chile that has pictures from all over Chile on the wall. So we both agreed on Chile.
So now we are thinking Patagonia. Anyone ever been?
My internet has been out for days! Per usual, I am drowing in work. It turns out that getting on the GSA schedule is real let down because there isn't a parade or similar type of celebration. It just brings more work. At least , I am not bored.
Over the next three months I'll have a visitor or visitors for a week each month. I had better whip out my guide book and get to studying. The thought of going to Volcan Poás three times is too damn much. For the sake of my sanity, only one of my visitors will be seeing Poás.
Tonight, I want to relax, knit and snuggle with my hubby.
Internet gods willing, I'll post progress picks tomorrow.
I rarely use my blog to be overtly political or comment on social issues but I am so annoyed with the evolution or rather devolution of the whole Mel Gibson apology that I simply can't help myself.
Who apologizes for such hateful language and using what amounts to a "they started it" defense. So he got picked on for making Passion of the Christ, boo-frickin'-who! You'd think given the quality of many of his movies he might have grown a thicker skin. The Patriot anyone? Ben Stiller movies often suck and are lambasted but he rarely gets loaded and goes off on those "gentiles." Regardless, deciding that criticism and concern about anti-semitism somehow justifies a vile, hateful drunken rant is absurd.
Bite me Mel! You and your hair plugs!
Now back to knitting.......
For reasons I cannot fathom, my once dear sweet scarf turned against me. The neat side suddenly looks like a quasi-ordered jumble fibery spaghetti noodles. What do I do?
Is there hope for my beloved scarf or is it froggin' time? Since the scarf is destined to be sent to my international scarf exchange pal I am hoping there is a fix. Maybe a reblocking will bring it all back in line? If not I am sending to military school to be straightened out. That worked on a high school boyfriend maybe it will help my scarf too.
I sprained my ankle fighting off a yarn stash stealing band of ninjas. I used my circular needles like nunchucks and hastily dispatched their dastardly plan. Unfortunately, in the heat of battle I lost my footing but I fought on. And not one single skein was taken.
Those who know me well, know that I am a truly clumsy girl. I don't mean the odd but harmless fall every once in a while. If only I were that lucky. Sadly, I am more the break your pinkie toe with a tempered glass cutting board the day after your birthday girl. Or the severely twist your ankle in a teeny tiny pothole in the parking of your new job type of klutz. Once I was even the cut your index fingertip open through your nail while putting away dishes gal. I could go on and on.....
I must admit that not all accidents are the result of bad luck and freak occurences. The night I burned my inner thigh because I decided to touch up my wrinkled shorts with an iron while wearing them, I was clearly asking for it. And what kind of world class boob carries a gallon of paint up a ladder while also holding a roller, masking tape and a CD player. What? I love painting to music. The point is that I am a mess sometimes out of sheer bad luck and often based on my own poor sense of judgement.
It is no wonder that my husband has a habit of forbidding me from certain activities, particularly craft related. I always do what I want but he gets the golden opportunity of saying "I told you so." He warned me that my glue gun would result in charred skin ruin. It did. Even the memory of it is painful. It is a wonder that I haven't poked out an eye or impaled anything with my kntting needles. I hope I didn't just jinx myself.
So my dear reader what is the point of confessing that I am klutzy karmic mess? I just had to tell someone that I did it again. This time I had help of the furry kind so I won' take all the credit. While walking Koshka (notice the guilt she feels) I misplanted my foot on the sidewalk ledge. So all it took was one good yank and I went down like Tom Cruise's likeability rating after a Today Show appearance. I had to hobble home and face my hubby again.
You would think after all these years he'd be immune. Bless his heart is still surprised at the myriad of freak-ish ways I manage to hurt myself. He is threatening to cancel our trip to the beach this Saturday. I can tell he doesn't really mean it. But we are returning to the beach where the bottom of my foot was torn open by a jagged rock before I even made it to the water.
I sense another I told you so coming on.
When Van found this gorgeous chocolate brown leather chair he did not imagine that I would claim it as my very own. He severely underestimated my potential attachment to comfy place to knit. I am hoping the situation doesn't get tense leavingus no choice but to Rock, Paper, Scissors for the right to park your keester. But if it comes to that, I am ready.
On the actual knitting news front, my tutti frutti clapotis has been put on hold so I can finish up my international scarf exchange project. The deadline is looming and I am getting nervous. It would be awful to be late but I also don't want to skimp. The simplicity of the pattern really shows off the gorgeous-ness of this yarn. I am so digging it that I may have trouble parting with it. I am of course kidding.