I am weak

So very, very weak.

While waiting for the gnome to return my missing yarn, I’ve started my very first sock!

I’m both terrified and excited.  Mostly excited.

So far it’s going great, though there isn’t much to show yet as I’m still just working on the cuff.

I ignored my friend’s advice to make a plain sock first and went straight for a pair I liked — the socks are for Logan.  If I don’t like something, I won’t be able to knit it.

I’m making Gimli socks by Claire Ellen.  So far, so good!  The only thing I’m actually worried about will be the heel but I have plenty of people to bug if I have issues when the time comes.  🙂

I’ve never worked with DPNs this small before so hopefully I won’t break them.  They’re cute and beautiful…and very wooden when I’m used to using little steel stabbities.  I’m using the “Majestic” ones I snagged off of KnitPicks last year when they went on an awesome sale.  I’d been coveting them for ages and couldn’t resist.

Speaking of KnitPicks, my yarn impulse arrived yesterday.  My only regret now is that I didn’t buy more since it’s going out of stock.  It’s all so squishy and yummy, even the warm colors I wouldn’t normally ever buy or pick out.  They’ll make awesome gifts!


…and to round out the “I’m weak and can’t control myself today” buys, I finally caved and bought two patterns I’ve had my eyes on for a while, plus a third because why not?

Actually, there was a reason but still!  Why not?!

I had to grab Yarn Quest 2018 since I finally finished the scarf for last year.  2018 is Steam Age and guess who I’m married to that loooooves steam punk?  Yup, he’s already rolled the first Chapter so I can start his scarf whenever I’m ready.  He’s that excited.

I also picked up the most adorable Mind Flayer amigurumi for Logan’s cubicle.  I’ve been wanting a fun little crochet project and this definitely fits the bill.

Lastly, the one that seems the most impulsive, is a new beanie pattern.  One of our friends asked if I’d mind knitting him a new hat.  There’s a story and reason behind it that I won’t get into here and I told him if I had the time, I’d see what I could do.  I saw the Smoke in the City pattern pop up on Ravelry and really liked the fit and how it would work for most any age or gender, so thought it would be a great one to add to my pattern stash.  It looks like it’ll be super quick to knit up and with a bit more style than just a plain, old, boring hat.

I can’t wait to dig into everything!


Birthday celebrations

I think my house gnome ran off with my yarn and ate it.  I could’ve sworn I had an extra ball of what I was using to make Mom’s scarf and poof!  Nowhere to be seen.  I even had two listed on my Ravelry stash.  Something is amiss and I’m stuck until I can make it out to the store to buy another ball unless the missing one magically shows up again.  Phooey!

…and by gnomes, I of course mean the kind from Trollhunters.  What other kind could live in my house of horrors?


Gnome Chompsky 3D printable from MyMiniFactory’s @3DofTom — not my image or design, but I do need to get my hands on a 3D printer again so I can make this awesome little guy.  Adore!!!

Logan’s birthday is coming up in about a week, so we kicked off our year of concerts with an early birthday gift: The Chieftains.  Logan hasn’t always been a fan of music but he has always liked The Chieftains, go figure.

We had quite a bit of confusion in our house because he kept talking about their being the ones that made “The Long Black Veil”.  I like the song too but didn’t remember a whole lot of Celtic/Irish influence to the song, but hey, whatever, sometimes they have a guitar?  It still left me confused but I largely just went along with it. …until Logan said something about it was going to be a pity that it wouldn’t be played at the concert.  I agreed, it really is a good song.  “Because there’s no way Mick Jagger will be there.”


We grew up with two very different versions of the song.

I listened to Johnny Cash, specifically the Folsom version, while Logan only thought it was original to The Chieftains.  Turns out it was originally recorded by Lefty Frizzell as a twangy country song.  Logan and I both still prefer our respective versions — I will concede it would probably be better if you could swap out Cash for Jagger, but that’s just a preference for his voice in general.  I do quite like the Celtic instrumentals.

We’re also seeing another concert this week: Nightwish.  Logan is super excited.  We’ve had a bit of an adventure over the years trying to see them in various places and finally saw them a couple of years ago in Birmingham.  To date, Logan said it was his favorite show, ever, so he’s really excited to see them again.  I’m personally excited about the venue.  Seats at a metal show (and we have AMAZING ones) are to be appreciated!

I think we’re up to seeing 39 bands between now and October so we’re in for a real whirlwind!

The rest of Logan’s birthday gift, well, it got complicated.

Somebody hacked my eBay account and Logan’s physical birthday present was mailed to somebody unknown by the name of “Steve” in the Bronx.  I received a bunch of creepy ransom looking texts late one night from a lady who doesn’t speak English and her son — they seemed just as confused as I was, were very sweet, and also aren’t named Steve.  Thank goodness I remembered a smattering of Spanish from high school and the son speaks pretty good English!  Turns out the hacker changed the name and address but NOT my contact phone number and thankfully the eBay seller included the invoice in the package.  The whole thing is being investigated by eBay now.  D’oh.

The last part of Logan’s gift (he asked for experiences this year rather than physical gifts but who can resist Blue Batman?!) is scheduled for on Friday, April 13th.  Dun-dun-dunnnnn.  If the weather holds, he has a flying lesson!

Right now we’re in the 3rd snowiest March ever for this part of New York, so I’m really hoping the weather clears up for Logan’s flying lesson — if not, the pilot said we’ll just reschedule until it works out.  🙂



Shopping habits

-edit-  Writing this post made me realize that not only am I a weird adult, but I’ve always been weird.  …and not just a little weird, either…but super weird.  It’s a wonder that I ever had friends or found a man crazy enough to marry me.  Then again, Logan is about as weird as they come, so there’s that. -edit-


I’ve also been haunting winter clearance sales in my few clothes shopping sprees the last little bit.  I very, very rarely buy clothes.  I don’t like trying clothes on and I usually just lounge in my pajamas at home.  If I put on real pants, the dogs get super excited.  They think they’re going on a roadtrip!  Chances are I’m just going to the mailbox (or not, I’ll wear my pajamas there too) or grocery shopping, which means the only place the dogs actually get to go is to their crates.  Sorry dogs!

I hate going to shopping unless food is involved.  Shopping in general is akin to torture.  I do, however, have to replace clothes that wear out and I have a handful of stores that I’ve found stock clothes that I don’t mind wearing.

My taste in clothing really hasn’t changed much since I’ve been able to voice an opinion about what I wear — I’ve always loved notions, so if it had ribbons, zippers, and buttons, sign me up!

Even though I loved jelly shoes as a toddler, the first pair of shoes I remember actively choosing had ribbons at the toes that you could swap out.  That ribbon thing really was pervasive.  I learned to tie my own shoes really young because I wanted boots.  After that, if I could find granny boots, that’s what I would insist on for my back to school shoes — we got one new pair of shoes a year and I’d search everywhere for shoes that most other kids would rather die before wearing.

I was the 2nd grader in gym class that took forever because she had to lace up her blue suede granny boots.  Yah, you read that right:  Blue. Suede. Granny. Boots.  My Dad may was an Elvis fan and I thought they were extra great.  I later had magenta-ish purple leather boots that I had to polish every night along with my Dad’s work boots (I volunteered).  I loved those boots.  My wedding shoes?  Victorian style lace granny boots.  Even now, if I have a clothing vice, it’s shoes.  If I’m feeling sad, I throw on a pair of 4-inch bitchin’ heels and do my housework in them.  You’d be surprised how much it brightens my day to stomp around in something pretty with a vacuum in tow.

Consistently weird shoe choices aside, once I was old enough for my parents to start letting me choose my own clothes (around 6th grade) my Mom immediately complained that all of my clothing was gray, navy, or black.  She then tried to inject some color back into my life.  That was the year one of my classmates told her she looked like the Pink Panther for one of her BRIGHT pink outfits she was wearing.

She was marginally successful at the time but only because brand names were becoming important to kids at that age and, unfortunately, the late 90s were an era of Pacific Sun and Aeropostale where I grew up.  The rainbow barfed on everything at that point and butterfly hairclips were a thing.  It was an age of horror that I mostly avoided because I always liked darker jewel tones and things that weren’t pink and super frilly (Carebears and My Little Pony aside).  Mom still tries to throw color my way, though I’m not sure how well that works out.  Why’s that?

First a bit of a diversion!  I keep incredibly anal records of all of our purchases for budgeting reasons and just evaluated all of my clothing acquisitions in the past twelve months to see how much we spent.  Clothing is the one area I truly have no idea how much we spend since it’s spread out on replacement basis and sporadic entertainment.  Turns out almost all of the money spent on clothing goes to band t-shirts at concerts (we’re seeing 39 shows this year and while we won’t buy shirts for every band, we’ll buy quite a few and they’re usually about $20 each) and for Logan’s work shoes (I swear he eats those with his daily two mile work from where he parks).

$700 over the past year, as it would turn out, for the both of us.  $58 a month on average for clothes surprised me but about $200 of that was in Logan’s work shoes alone.  The biggest expense overall was concert t-shirts.

My entire total was $249.11.  Logan is our clothing whore!  That makes me feel better! 😀

So back to the color infusion.  Mom still buys me clothes when she sees something on sale that she thinks I may like.  It’s usually bright and colorful and some crazy print but in the right style.  I’ll wear it ’cause I’m an adult and who cares?

However, left to my own devices, in the past year I bought: two concert t-shirts (Progpower USA and Orphaned Land), a shirt, a sweater, a dress, a cardigan, a pair of fleece-lined leggings, a pair of shorts, a pair of jeans, and a pair of tights….plus three pairs of shoes I bought myself for Christmas ’cause I’ve bought myself something every year since the year Logan forgot both my birthday AND Christmas, just in case.


Yah…  Every single item has ended up being black and it was completely unintentional.  Color injection fail!  There are also an insane amount of ribbons and buttons going on, so some things never change.  I think little me would be proud of old me for a change.  😀

I guess my hair will have to be the pop of color in my wardrobe for now?

In other shopping news:

KnitPicks is discontinuing another of my favorite yarns.  *cries*

I really hate when they do this.  There aren’t many places I can find lighter weight yarns, much less ones I just want to pet all the time, and Preciosa Tonal Fingering is definitely one of those.  I was horrible and finally caved and bought one of each of what they had left yesterday morning, so got 9 colors.  Each hank has more than enough to make a hat or a pair of gloves, so that’s probably what everybody will be getting for Christmas this year.  😛

…and I’ve come to the conclusion (again) that I shouldn’t take my husband grocery shopping with me.

Especially not when I go to the Asian Supermarket.  <– that’s what it’s called, I’m not being that kind of weird or anything.  😛

I wanted to pop in last night to grab a handful of items that we’re low on or completely out of.  My list was pretty basic:  mirin, miso, tahini, gochujang (Logan has literally started eating it by the spoonful out of the tub so it doesn’t last long here), rice cakes, spring roll wrappers (the type you can fry), and my favorite sweet soy sauce.  I’m pretty brand loyal by now — mistakes can be super gross — and know where the things I want are in the store, so it shouldn’t have taken long.

We popped in super late so the seafood and butcher counters were closed — small blessing or I would’ve probably ended up with something alive in my fridge again — and the only crowd that was there was waiting for the night bus to NYC, so the store was empty for the first time ever.  It was a magical experience that led to Logan grabbing a basket and gleefully running through the store.  He ended up buying over $70 worth of items, mostly sauces and random vegetables that he insisted I can cook for him.   X_x

It shouldn’t be too bad, most I’m familiar with already and the others look fun.  Some things he just grabbed because he already knows he loves them so we’re going to be seeing another week of baby bok choy and exploring his newly discovered love of enoki mushrooms.  Adventure awaits!

My one impulse buy was a gallon of rice vinegar.  It’s 11 cents an ounce when you buy it by the gallon.  It’s 29 cents an ounce at our regular grocery store.  Bargain!  Logan thinks I’ll have some left for the summer so I can make him more chive blossom vinegar.  I don’t think that will be the case.  He puts rice vinegar on every reasonable thing he can and a lot of things that make me green around the gills to think about and I’m the one that can drink vinegar.  Plus, I cook with the stuff.  I don’t think he realizes how often I have to buy it or how many bottles I keep in reserve in our basement pantry when it goes on sale.  😛  It’s not like it’s a rare, precious item anyway, I’m always up for an excuse to go back to my favorite grocery stores.

My only wish now is that I could find a tasty Thai type spicy, sweet, and sour dipping sauce — you know the bright orangish-pinkish, super runny and yummy sauce that’s often served with crispy spring rolls?

Anybody have any brand recommendations or a recipe?

Everything I’ve tried in store so far has been completely disgusting and so sweet it hurts.  I like my sauce acidic and tangy (I regularly drink pickle juice – acidity and I really get along).

My local Thai place has an -amazing- one that they call a plum and cream sauce and at this point it’s the only reason I eat there unless I’m really craving their house special tamarind and ginger crispy duck. Their plum sauce is NOTHING like the sickly sweet Chinese take-out plum sauce that comes in packets.  It leaves just enough heat to feel warm and the hint of whatever creamy stuff that floats on top really brings it out…and it’s so acidic that I think if I ate enough of it my tongue would bleed like that time in 4th grade when I ate way too many ShockTarts candies.  It’s perfect.


Photo from Yelp of my local Thai place’s super, super tasty plum sauce.  The food they serve with it is okayish, but let’s be honest, anything we order as an appetizer, we only order for that sauce.



Little sewing

I’ve slowly been making a bit of progress on the scarf I’m knitting, at least I’m approaching the end of the first skein of yarn.  I have the 12 repeats of the pattern memorized so it’s nice and monotonous and I don’t want to work on it anymore.  😛

I’ve taken that disinterest as an excuse to finally find my way back into my sewing room and tidy it up a bit.

It didn’t take long for me to get distracted and sew, which is a really good sign.  I haven’t sewn in over two months, so I whipped up some pillow cases to donate to a local organization that provides goods to families in crisis, specifically foster children.

Tomorrow I think I’m going to break out a sewing machine I’ve never plugged in before, one that belonged to Logan’s grandmother, and see if I can get it going.  It’s a freearm and can do automatic buttonholes, seeing that it’s my youngest machine at only 27 years old.  I need to put a buttonhole in a pair of pants and this seems like the time.  We’ll see if I can find the gumption to freeze my ass off in the basement tomorrow to do it or not.  Thank goodness my Grandmother gave us a really cool heater for Christmas.  It’s going to earn its keep if I do!


Decluttering to reclutter?

I didn’t knit any this weekend, so no chance to sneak in an extra medal for the Ravellenics.  I’m still tickled pink that the other scarf will be finished at some point and didn’t end up an Aerial Unwind!  The flash completely destroyed most of the detail, but rest assured, it’s there!


I spent most of the weekend cleaning and culling the house.

I throw things away when I get stressed and I’ve been really stressed for some reason.  I don’t even know why.  Actually, I don’t throw stuff away, I donate it.  I have five boxes of stuff going out for donations.  Woohoo!

Which is fine, because I do have two new things in my house to find room for.

The first is a new food processor!!!

Logan broke my old one.  I destroyed him at a game (Carcassonne) that he thought he was going to win and he didn’t take that so well.  He puts a lot of his ego into games sometimes and did this time, so started beating on the poor table like Donkey Kong.  My old food processor was sitting on the end, waiting for the blade to dry, and BAM!  It fell off and smashed onto the floor.

I was pretty furious; both that he broke an expensive kitchen appliance and that he behaved like such a little brat when he’s an adult.

…so I ordered a new food processor a few weeks ago.  I decided I might as well go big or go home so I wanted this Cuisinart, to be exact.  I had a few Amazon gift cards from different discount programs saved up and set up an alert on Honey (an extension that tracks price changes and lets you set up alerts if it reaches a certain price) so it cost me just under $100, so I can’t complain really.

I certainly can’t complain once it got here.  I’ve loved it!  It knocks the socks off my old one — it’s almost silent, twice the size of my old one, and absolutely batters everything I throw at it.  I made Grandmother’s cheeseball not long ago without thawing the cheese or pre-chopping anything in less than 5 minutes.  My old processor would’ve rocked off the counter trying to cut through cold cream cheese.

The second (hopefully fun) appliance I picked up was a FoodSaver.  One of my friends swears by hers, so I’m really looking forward to trying it.  It hasn’t gotten here yet because it finally just hit my price alert — it was $168 (insane, right?) when I added it to my watchlist and we finally ordered it when it hit my $80 price alert on Friday.  It should arrive Tuesday.

We process a lot of our own meats — we buy in bulk on sale and freeze them for later.  By process I mean we’ll by entire cuts and cut them down to steaks or grind them ourselves; it’s way cheaper that way and we can get exactly what we want and need…even if it is a little extra work or people look at me weird for having a cured ham leg hanging up in the basement.  ;P  We also save a lot of cooked meals for easy dinners.  I also can or freeze a lot of produce when it’s in season, so there’s always something going on here!  🙂

Logan and I are both tired of wasting Ziploc bags and foil with freezing and since you can wash and reuse these and actually microwave or cook in FoodSaver bags we thought this would be a good investment for us.  Fingers crossed!




As promised, here’s my Heroes of Yarnia scarf in its entirety!


All mistakes are mine and a product of rushing and/or tiredness.  It was a great pattern and a fun story.  If I had a better attention span, it wouldn’t have taken me nearly as long to complete.  I loved every step of it, though!

I think the only changes I made to the pattern were adding on an extra stitch of each color to both ends and knitting them together at the end of each row so I wouldn’t have to go back and do any joining at the end since it is double knit.  I like the braided look anyway.  🙂  I also changed the type of cast on and bind off, but that’s purely preference on my behalf.

I snagged my WIPs Dancing medal from the Ravellenics with it this evening, so I’m also very happy about that.  I feel like I actually accomplished something other than unwinding a bunch of yarn!  I always like finishing a WIP more than a new project anyway, it feels like a burden has been lifted…even if it has been one I’ve enjoyed immensely.

In other knitty news, I still haven’t heard back about the other blasted scarf and at this point I don’t expect to.  I have been active in the Knitting Help group though and I do believe one lady there made it her mission to figure it out.  She basically rewrote the entire lace section of the pattern to make it look like it should and get it to work then sent it to me.  I’m still not sure how everybody else got it to work on Ravelry.  If I believed more in conspiracies, this would be one. 😛

I tested it out the reworked instructions this afternoon and it worked flawlessly!

…until I dropped a stitch and managed to get a hole big enough to stick my hand through.  XD  I, of course, hadn’t put in a lifeline at that point either because I was so gleeful that it was all working for a change.  I’m definitely not comfortable enough with lace to know how to fix that mess, soooo back to my previous lifeline to restart the lace again — like that’s something I’m not super experienced with at this point!!!

No harm, no foul.  I’m just glad there’s going to be something that works! 🙂


Done, done, doneeee!!!

Is it perfect?


Is it done?

YES!  Soooo excited that it’s done that I don’t even care.  How’s that for finally throwing my old perfectionist habits to the wind?  😛


I didn’t even notice that one of the turrets is magically hovering away because I got sleepy and was rushing to finish until I took the photo.  Oh well.  Not fixing it now!  It sustained damage in the great battle, that’s all there is to say for that one.  XD

I’ll get photos of the entirety of the scarf tomorrow when it’s daylight and I can use something other than my phone and desk as a staging area.  It will be fun to see it all spread out!


Let there be progress!

I’ve made it to the final chapter, Chapter 8, of the RPG scarf I’ve been working on!

Better yet, I’m on the last page with only three dice rolls remaining!!!

I’m so close I can smell it!


I did a different cast on than suggested because I never like to follow directions.  Since it was a bit fancier than the normal double knit cast on, I’ve had to look around to find something that makes a similar-ish looking bind off.  It’s not perfect, but I think this one from Sockmatician will do very nicely when the time comes.

As far as the other scarf, I still haven’t heard back from the designer; it has been nine days since I sent her a message, which seems like an eternity on the internet.  I think the most frustrating part to me is having to pay for a pattern — and $6.50 isn’t what I consider a cheap pattern — and then it not being user friendly or having the designer accessible.  I think I’m just spoilt at this point!

After asking a few friends about the pattern and they couldn’t solve it either, I gave in and joined a knitting help group.  I felt bad about uploading the lace chart (I hate when people share pay-for-patterns!) but I didn’t name the pattern or provide any more instructions than needed for understanding the setup and my problems with it, so I guess my conscience will live with it.

Good news and bad news.  The good news is that one of the way-more-experienced-than-I’ll-ever-be lace knitters wrote out the charts and I *had* been reading them right!  I’m so, so happy about that!

The bad news is that nobody could figure out how on earth the charts would fit in the number of stitches either, at least not with the symbols she was using in her chart and how she was designating things.

The group opinion has been that it is a shittily written pattern because of the lack of instructions, numbers of stitches per row, and other basic things that should be very easily included.  …they also think to get things to work out, I’m most likely going to have to either not reduce the number of stitches as far as the pattern says or reduce them even further to get a number that will work out.  This could be fun.  =/

…so really now, why haven’t other people on Ravelry had issues with this or commented about it?!  Is there some secret that the rest of us aren’t privy to?

I saw plenty of whining about the cables, but I love cables and knew I could figure those out no problem.  If I had seen even a whisper (and after a lot of digging around after I had issues, I finally did find ONE person having issues with the lace but not in the projects:  “I am an experienced knitter but I find the lace pattern not only confusing but maintaining the stitch number correct is impossible! 7, 8, 9? stitches??? then the cable is thrown off and the stitch number at the end is unknown! help.. I love the pattern but tired of pulling out and reknitting to the same stage.”) about people having problems with the lace charts, I would’ve nipped this one in the bud in the vetting process when Mom was looking for a scarf.  Ugh!

I’m still going to try fighting with it when I finish my blissfully relaxing (but slow) double knit scarf.


High school

I was tagged in a thing on Facebook but didn’t really care to post it there.  Nevertheless, I used to LOVE these things back when I was, oh, a senior in high school…so given the topic, I thought it would be fun to fill it out and post it here.  You know, for old time’s sake.


1. Did you date someone from your school?  That would be a negative.  My school was ridiculously small and both sides of my family had settled the area so early that I was either related to everybody or knew them so well that I could never date them.  I didn’t date until college.

2. Did you marry someone from your high school?  Same as above.  I went out of state to find somebody to marry.  Take no chances!  😛

3. Did you car pool to school?  On the rare occasions that I would drive, my sister would hitch a ride with me.  We still usually rode the bus for an hour and a half, though.  That’s the ultimate carpool!

4. What kind of car did you have?  I drove the family’s old ’92 Dodge Spirit when I drove anything.  That car never quit.

5. What kind of car do you have now? 2008 Toyota Prius

6. Its Friday night…where are you now? How late? At home, all night.  Most likely camped in front of my computer playing a game or maybe knitting/sewing.

7. It is Friday night…where were you then?  Depends on the time of year.  Fall, definitely a football game — between cheerleading and band, I went to all of the games.  Winter and spring were different academic competitions and tennis, but I can’t remember what nights they competed.  

8. What kind of job did you have in high school? I babysat four kids and took care of a nearby farm when the family was away.

9. What kind of job do you do now? Housewife.  Anybody that has met Logan knows that’s a full-time job. 

10. Were you a party animal? I think I was the antithesis of party animal.  I only ever really went to a Halloween and birthday parties.

11. Were you considered a flirt? Again, the antithesis of this.  What would have been the point?

12. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? Band — concert, jazz, and marching.  We didn’t have anything else, the school was too small.  I played flute starting in fifth grade and then when we got a new band director he taught me to play alto sax.  My senior year I auditioned for the color guard and ended up somehow making captain, so twirled a flag instead of marching around with a flute the last year.

13. Were you a nerd? Let’s see, I was taking college classes at 15 and graduated a year early.  In band class one of my friends and I would make up what was essentially our own Magic: The Gathering cards; after we built decks for ourselves and our friends, we would play the game at lunch.  We also invented our own languages and codes to converse in, which I still remember.  Before school, instead of socializing in the gym or cafeteria like the rest of the student body, my friends and I hung out in the Chemistry lab and quizzed each other on science trivia.  I’m *pretty* sure all that makes me the penultimate nerd.

14. Did you get suspended or expelled? No.  I was only ever in trouble in 6th grade and the principal ended up calling my parents “concerned” because I didn’t cry when I was called to his office.

15. Can you sing the fight song?  I don’t think there was an official fight song, although the band students had one we would sing anyway.  “United in true fellowship…”

16. Who was/were your favorite teacher(s)? I don’t like to name names but I always liked my Spanish and science teachers, also my first and second grade teachers.  In retrospect, I also really liked my math teacher and wish I had appreciated him more while I was in school.  The teachers were effective and cared about the students and what they learned, not about their social status.

17. Where did you sit during lunch? The furthest table back in the corner by the wall.  I sat either on the end or the second seat over, depending on the year.

18. What was your school’s full name High School? Bland.  Enough said.  It was so small that it was a combined elementary and high school and in order to have enough students for sports teams, we had to combine with another school.

19. When did you graduate? 2003

20. What was your school mascot? Rockets

21. If you could go back and do it again, would you? Goodness no.  I was there long enough as it was and that was a year shorter than most.  I do miss being able to see some of the people but sorry, not worth having to deal with the rest of the people…especially not the bullies.

22. Did you have fun at Prom? I hated dances, I hated dressing up, and there was an immense pressure to attend Prom…so I did the logical teenage choice:  I rebelled and didn’t go.  I chose to go to a New Found Glory and Good Charlotte concert in South Carolina instead with my sister and one of her friends.  Horrible bands but she enjoyed herself and I think we all enjoyed the experience (at least compared to the alternative), so no regrets.

23. Do you still talk to the person you went to Prom with?  Considering I didn’t go?  😀 

24. Are you planning on going to your next reunion? That would be a massive no.  I was invited to both the 2003 and the 2004 (since I went through all of school with them) ten year reunions and didn’t go to either.  Small school and I wasn’t exactly Miss Popularity, so I didn’t and don’t see a reason to attend.

25. Do you still talk to people from school? I still talk to my best friend pretty regularly.  He and I had lost touch but now we email at least once a week.  I see one of my other good friends every few years and we talk off and on.  Life gets in the way and I’ve moved a goodly distance from “home” so it’s not always easy to keep in touch when you’re a hermit.  Facebook is a good way of keeping in touch, though.

26. School Colors? Maroon and gold.

27. What celebrities came from your high school?  That’s so absurd it’s laughable.  We have people with egos that are so large that they certainly think they’re celebrities but nobody who is actually anybody as far as I know.

28. Did you play a sport? Cheerleading, basketball when I was younger, and tennis.  The only other option for females was volleyball and I never liked volleyball so didn’t care to play it on a team. 😛

29. What was your favorite club? Upward Bound or Science MACC (an academic team competition).  None of the other clubs really did much, aside from Forensics which was really more of an excuse to get out of class to practice your performance piece.



Panic.  It’s this weird overwhelming anxiety thing and it feels like there’s something squeezing me to death from the inside.  I can’t breathe right and I want to run away, even out of my own skin.

I don’t like panicking.  It’s really not fun, but it does happen unfortunately often.  The anxiety also causes migraines, which I know I’ve mentioned before, so it makes for an altogether not-so-fun day or days…depending on how long that impending doom feeling and the aftermath lasts.

Why does that matter at all?

Over time, I’ve sort of figured out that if I can do something with my hands, I’m usually distracted enough that I can remain calm.  Logan even bought me a spinning ring so I can fiddle with it when I get stressed in public.

Even better, I’ve found that the best way to help manage that suffocating, choking, crushing feeling is to do something productive.  Sure, taking naproxen like my neurologist suggested does knock off the edge a bit, but it doesn’t actually help me manage it.

But!  Making something does.  Putting something net positive and beautiful (or pretending it’s beautiful) out in the world helps to soothe those horrible nasty feelings.  If I can keep my hands wrapped up in yarn and make a pretty scarf, I’m usually pretty content.  If I’m using my hands to sew up a quilt, I at least have something to concentrate on.

I don’t know why but if my hands are occupied, my mind is too.

…so today, when I got a little overwhelmed out of nowhere, I made pretzels!

I don’t know why.  I’ve never made them before.  It just seemed like the thing to do.  I’ve been wanting to get more into baking, so maybe that’s what prompted it.


Bonus:  baking is much more tasty than yarn or fabric.