I pulled a disappearing act for a bit.  Whoops?

I finished the beaded scarf, though I’m not sure where my finished picture of it is.

I’m almost finished with a sock — my first sock!  I’m rapidly approaching the toes.

I’m also crocheting a bath poof for my husband.  He likes them and destroys them.  Maybe this one will last a bit longer.

…and I have a small order for some Dammit Dolls with some odd specifications, i.e. really long hair they can be swung around by.  Whatever floats your rage-filled hearts. ^_^;

Things are still chaotic: one wedding down, one to go.  I’ve been perpetually exhausted but whatever, it’ll pass.

Now for a survey that I obviously stole from a friend on Facebook while my hubs tries out the elliptical machine he HAD to have yet I HAD to assemble.  Hopefully it doesn’t break. :X



1. What was the last thing you put in your mouth? Water and migraine preventative medication

2. Do you sleep naked? Depends.  Not usually but sometimes it’s too durn hot and I feel like I’m being choked.

3. Worst physical pain you ever felt? Ovarian torsion resulting in organ death

4. Favorite place you have been? Downpatrick Head, Ireland.  I don’t know what it was about that turf but it was amazing.

5. How late did you stay up last night? 5:30 a.m.  I’m rocking the insomnia!

6. If you could move somewhere else where would it be? Scotland, loved it there

7. Which of your Facebook friends lives the nearest you? Does my husband count?  He’s a friend on Facebook.  If he doesn’t count, I think it’s Andrea — an online friend I met in a quilt chatroom.

8. When was the last time you cried? I…can’t remember. I think it was at Rich’s wedding? Not because I was happy or sad, but because I had two epic panic attacks at his reception and tears happen when those come a’knockin’.

9. Who took your profile pic? Me.  My Facebook profile photo is a selfie.  How lame.

10. Two of your favorite movies? The Nightmare Before Christmas and The Boondock Saints

11. What’s your favorite season? Spring

12. If you could have any career what would it be? Conservation/Wildlife Biologist

13. What was the last book you read? A Man Called Ove

14. If you could talk to ANYONE right now, who would it be? That’s really, really hard.  I’m going to go with somebody that has a name that starts with K.  Living male or deceased female if the rules of this question go that way.  Your choice.  I talk to one pretty much every day and dream of the other pretty much every night.  It’s a weird life but I think they’re the only two people who’ve ever gotten me.  I can’t talk to one anymore because of the dead thing and even though she knew every. single. button. I had to push, I’d take that all over again…and I feel like an idiot some days because I just want to spam the other ’cause even when (and often especially when) he’s being an ass, it somehow makes me feel better.  I just like having people around that I don’t have to explain things to; they’re rare and special.

15. Are you a good influence? Depends on the person, I suppose.

16. Does pineapple belong on pizza? Never.

17. You have the remote, what channel would you be on? BBC — I have a problem binging the programs they put on Netflix and PBS.

18. Three people who you think will do this? Nobody

19. Last concert you went to? Celtic Woman on March 30.

20. Favorite type of food? Ugh, that’s hard.  I waffle between the down-home Southern cooking I grew up with and just about any kind of roughly Americanized Asian food.


We’re a Couple of Misfits

Hubs wanted to spice things up food wise — we do eat pretty wild and free and I’m comfortable cooking pretty much anything.

His biggest gripe is always that I never cook enough fish (I only like a few kinds) and that we never seem to have a bajillion vegetables (medically I can only eat ones that have been peeled and cooked).  He’d be over the moon happy to be a pescatarian.  I, on the other hand, not so much.

We have an impasse.  I cook some sort of seafood at least once a week and almost always make his lunches for work seafood based with tons of veggies.  I’ll make seafood more often if I’m feeling spunky or if I can find one of the types I enjoy for sale — most grocery stores aren’t stocking sole and grouper around here.

…but I did pick up two pounds of sole today at the fish market!!!  I almost bought some grouper but it was almost $27 a pound right now.  Eek!  I also got hubs a dozen oysters as a treat — they’re waiting for him to crack open as an appetizer before dinner.

He never complains about the food that is served, he just wants a bigger variety of things I can (and can’t) eat.

I have a huge chest freezer stuffed to the gills with meat.  We buy everything on sale and I shop the freezer before meal planning every week.  It’s the only way we can get the huge variety of food that hubs wants to eat without breaking the food budget.

So, in an attempt to assuage his whiny self about more vegetables, I bought a delivery service box.  Why not?  If it’s in the house, I’ll use it.  If not, I’ll stick to the same stuff I always get.

I started with a small box from misfitsmarket.  The box cost $23.75, I had a $5 coupon, and shipping was $4.50….grand total of $23.25.  If you subscribe, it’s $19 instead of 23.75 base price.


I haven’t liked food delivery things in the past, but I will say this one impressed me.  The only veg that I wouldn’t have picked myself was the monster zucchini — it’s going to be loaded with seeds but I should still be able to use it in a stirfry.  All of the packaging is compostable or recyclable, so I’m also pretty durn happy about that.

I weighed everything out and they sent 12 pounds 3.25 ounces worth of vegetables — the box promised between 10 and 12 pounds.  Then, because I’m me, I priced out the difference.

$23.25 from misfitmarket, $26.86 for the same weight of vegetables from my normal grocery store (including member discount).  There are two caveats: my store isn’t offering romaine lettuce right now so I just used the closest in price….AND I used non-organic vegetables for my store pricing — the variety simply doesn’t exist in my normal store.  The in-store price would be way higher if it was all organic there.

Overall, I’d do it again.  If these vegetables go down easily this week, I know I could be on board with the two boxes a month subscription.

Hubs is very, very excited.  He’s going to be using some of the romaine on open-faced sandwiches tonight (I can’t eat lettuce so it’s a rare treat for him!) and I have tuna and avocado cups on the menu for tomorrow’s lunch.

Crafty Q&A

I needed a bit of distraction tonight, so when NothingButKnit‘s Q&A popped up…well, you know the drill.  I find things like this irresistible.

  • What is the first actual craft you remember doing as a child? (Not coloring or finger painting. Something more special that you didn’t do regularly.)
  • What is the craziest craft you’ve tried?
  • What craft would you like to try but you know you’d be bad at it?
  • If you had to give up your crafting how would you spend your crafting time?
  • What craft isn’t your thing? Have you tried it or do you just know you wouldn’t like it?
  • The first real craft I remember is counted cross stitch.  I started crafting when I was really young and I think I made the cross stitch bookmark when I was in kindergarten or first grade?  I was also a heavy reader so it made sense.
  • Building furniture counts as a crazy craft, right?  Mine’s still utilitarian and still pretty basic but it exercises that need to make something that gets into my bones.  It looks like I may be building a few storage workbenches and some Adirondack chairs this winter.
  • I’d love to try bobbin lace but I know I’d get sooo frustrated with it in just a few minutes.  Plus, I’d have no use for the end product.  It just looks really fascinating.
  • Considering how much time I craft and that I use it as a source of pocket income…I guess I’d have to find a real job?  Or I could become a complete hammock hippy and read my life away.  I’d be okay with that.
  • Macrame.  I’ve never seen anything that came from that monstrosity that I like.  Somebody gave me some cords for it once and I cringed just touching them.  Definitely couldn’t be my thing.


Tea plea

I’m easily sidetracked.  I finished the number of repeats required of the body lace charts in my shawl and decided I wanted a few more to make it bigger.  I can’t do one thing at once, so while I was contemplating how many more repeats I wanted, I was scrolling through facebook and saw one of those simple “about me” type of things.  Easy enough!  More distractions!

…but seriously, in regards to the last question thing:  if you have a black tea you’d recommend, please let me know.  I had the PERFECT cup of black tea when I was in Austria — some sweet old lady made it for me while I was visiting her home.  She said nobody else would ever drink tea with her because she liked it so dark.  The tea came out darker than coffee.  It was black, crazy strong, and so, so dry.  I loved it.  She just called it Russian tea and I’ve been on the search for something like it ever since, scouring all of the tea places around (especially the Ukrainian one over in Springfield, MA) but no luck so far.

3 places I have lived:
1. The Appalachian* Mountains in VA — seriously, the “town” has a population density of 11 people per square mile…if I named the town, anybody from the surrounding counties and across the state line would be able to figure out everything about me 😛
2. Atlanta, GA
3. Albany, NY

4 jobs I have had:
1. Farm hand
2. Babysitter
3. Tech support
4. Lowe’s commercial sales cashier

5 favorite shows/movies I love to watch:
1. Star Trek
2. Trollhunters
3. The Nightmare Before Christmas
4. Sherlock
5. Peaky Blinders

4 places I’d like to visit that I have never been before:
1. Antarctica
2. Iceland
3. New Zealand
4. Costa Rica

5 things I love to eat:
1. Country ham
2. White peaches
3. Dill pickles
4. Biscuits and gravy
5. Steak

5 Favorite Drinks:
1. Coca-Cola
2. Blenheim ginger ale (hot)
3. Vernors
4. Black tea
5. Ice Water


*I just wanted to throw out there that it’s app-a-latch-en, not app-a-lay-shun.  That’s very important.  I’ve always thought that Sharyn McCrumb (an author local to my region) explained it best.  I saw the sign below when I was in Northern Ireland last year and I had to grab a photo since it was so relevant.20232665_864192924219_7061932475770452448_o.jpg

Keep on rollin’

I finished crocheting my second baby hat for the AHA Little Hats, Big Hearts.  I’m not the biggest fan of either pattern, so I’ll continue my search for one I like and think is appropriate.  I’ll also remember to take a photo tomorrow at some point to post.

I’ve also kept trucking along with both the scarf and the shawl.  The scarf is still sitting by my recliner and I never can remember to snag a photo.  One day!  It’s really simple, just tedious at this point.

The shawl for me has been a bit more entertaining so I’m finding I work on it for about an hour every night after my hubs goes to bed.  He likes to talk too much for me to keep count and it’s all about the repeats at this point.  I’ve finished the second repeat of both body charts.  I think I’m aiming for five total before starting the edging lace, but we’ll see how that goes.  It’s still pretty small but it looks like it’s going to balloon quickly at the end and after blocking.


Since I’m at my computer, the pattern is Sheherazade by Anna Victoria on Ravelry.

I ended up using US4 needles, interchangables from ChiaoGoo that I LOVE.  I make everything with them if I can and am currently coveting the new Shorties set they released recently; I like DPN well enough but I will always prefer circulars if I can pull it off.  This is the first project I’ve used their spin cable on and I’ve decided I prefer the twist cables.  The spin ones have a small plastic lump where they join the metal and my yarn keeps lodging itself on it.  The cable also wants to twist a bit, which the twist (ironically enough) never has with me.

I’m also using Knit Picks Gloss Lace yarn in Navy and the beads are Toho round seed beads 8/0 in Midnight Iris.  The color is just different enough that it stands out but isn’t overly obvious.  It’s also rainbowish, so win/win!


I also bought some Miyuki beads for the scarf project and have decided that, of the two, Toho is more consistent with their beads and I prefer their larger holes.  Unfortunately Toho doesn’t make beads the size I needed for the scarf, so if I ever make it again, I’m back to Miyuki (who is way, way better than anything I found in local hobby shops).

As a bit of a related aside:  when my husband suspects I’m irate with him, he has a stash of small presents he’s bought off of my various wish lists.  I’m the queen of shopping a site and not buying a thing, but I stash it all away for the future.  He’s smart enough to have caught on that I keep a wishlist (or a full basket that I’ll never buy) at all of my favorite sites so buys a bunch of relatively inexpensive items (under $10) and stashes them away.  The morning after he’s done something annoying, one of the items will mysteriously appear on my desk.

This one showed up this morning after he disappeared last night after he ate dinner and I found him asleep at 7 p.m., still covered in sauce:


I suspect my fellow knitters will spot the issue.  If not, they were supposed to be a size of interchangeable tips that I’m missing from my collection and wanted for an in-the-far-and-distant-future project I’ve saved on Ravelry (see, wishlists everywhere!).  The sticker on the outside says so, but the one deeper down and the contents say otherwise. Instead I have a 30″ mini cable…and no needles that fit on them!

I’m not mad at all and it was hilarious when I pointed out to him that he may want to check orders in the future (seriously, I ended up with a Star Trek series that was in ITALIAN this year for Christmas…)  I’ll readd the size I want to my wishtlist and I guess I’m just going to have to scour Ravelry for things I want to make that take a mini-sized cable and aren’t socks or gloves.  How horrible, right?  😛

Beaded knitting

I’ve started two adventures into beaded knitting, a first for me so let’s just double up on the lesson so I really learn it… Right?! I don’t make sense most days.

The first one is a scarf out if a library book. I’m already finished with beading one side and just have to garter it until it’s long enough to add the other side. I’ve left it in our entertainment room so I can blindly knit on it while watching something with Logan after dinner. The only pain was stringing 725 beads on the yarn for the first half. It was a bit insane and I bent my large eye needle.  D’oh!

The second is a pattern I’ve wanted from Ravelry for as long as I remember using the site. I never had the right mix of boredom and bravery before, so now’s the time! I had a neuro appointment this week and the doc is happy with how I’m handling the new migraine meds but she’s concerned that my new antsy behaviors are a side effect and linked to my anxiety, even though the big anxieties and panics seem to have decreased with this medication.  I told her I’d take being fidgety over a migraine every day, at least I can knit or crochet that away!

I’m just now starting my first repeat if the second lace chart. I’ve not done much lace work but am really enjoying it even if I’ve had to learn the hard way to lifeline often. I think I ripped the cast on at least a dozen times. Thank goodness my circulars have a lifeline hole!


This one uses 0/8 seed beads and I’m crocheting them on – finally a use for those microscopic hooks!

So far, I’d say there will definitely be more beading and lace knitting in my future!

Wtf plastics

In today’s massive wtf moment, I opened my stitch kit and discovered that the cheap point protectors somebody had given me at Christmas have had some bizarre chemical reaction with the hard plastic container and stitch markers I had kept with them.  Needless to say, they went on the trash. The hard formed plastic is now super sticky.  It’s soooo weird. I washed it and hope it will garden back up…


Bad neighbors and some craft time

I finally found my way back into my craft room!

It feels like it has been forever, especially in regards to quilting.  I haven’t quilted since last year.

I don’t have much to show for my efforts — most of my crafts take a long time and I spent the first few days resetting and reorganizing things.

I’ve had a good supervisor.


Usually she’s biting at threads or trying to catch needles, so hiding with the stuffed animals seems to be an upgrade.

I finished the slippers from a few posts ago.  They’re fish and went together fast — don’t judge.


I left the black pupils off because it made them look insane.  They’re already pretty nutty, they don’t need any more help.

I also actually quilted a flimsy I designed and sewed a while back.


I’m not quite sure what I’m going to do with it yet.  I’m thinking of giving it to my Grandmother since it’s about lap quilt size.  It may come in handy in her living room or she can use it for a couch cover like she does some other blankets.  We’ll see.

In other news, we ventured over to Massachusetts for a concert this past weekend.  I think it’s the third time we’ve seen this particular band?  I don’t have any photos of the inside so this will have to do:


The town it was in was SUPER cute.  We wore some Renaissance garb since we were sitting in the second row on the aisle — the band encourages people to dress up and dance.  …probably a bit too much as an old guy almost flipped over the railing into the orchestra pit.  He *bent* the railing and his feet were in the air for a good ten second and even the band was all SOMEBODY HELP HIM during his geriatric gymnastics.  Old people and beer don’t mix well; their shenanigans have always been my favorite part of those concerts.

On the way home, we made a quick detour to Springfield to stop in at our favorite late night place: Crepes Tea House.  It’s hard to beat a plate full of pancakes (especially the sirniki) and a cup of tea after rocking out at a concert.

…and once we got home, we had to resume our near silent feud with the new neighbors.

They’re horrible people.  I’ve hardly met them but they’re horrible.  You can’t see their house from ours but you can -hear- them.  Everything they say.  They don’t have an inside voice, even when outside.

The guy rode his bike up to our house, with our dogs outside, and didn’t even introduce himself.  He just screamed “Do you guys work at night?  You’re never here…  I have a mini schnauzer too but he’s bigger than yours.” at me.  I was in my pajamas, braless, and home alone, desperately trying to corral the dogs back inside because he royally ticked both of them off by approaching like that.  I’m pretty sure both dogs also know when I’m freaked out…and I was pretty freaked out by him and his hotpants and weird assumed knowledge of our routine.

Uhhh….who the fuck are you?   …and why are you in my driveway antagonizing a biting dog.  Because, you know, he’s bitten somebody now.  Also, I’m always home.  We only have one car, which we park in the garage to hide from the world, and we generally don’t answer the doorbell unless it’s somebody in a package delivery uniform or we already know them.  We’ve been invited to too many Jehovah’s Witness conventions (we talk to them, they’re sweet…then they keep coming back because we’re the only ones that doesn’t slam the door in their faces) to keep opening that door.  You’re on a bike, we’re not going to risk that you’re Mormon.  Stereotypes, man, they’re all we have when making snap decisions while in a panicked mode.  <– I didn’t actually say any of that but I said it in my head.  I didn’t answer any of his questions but just stared at him blankly and was tempted to let the dog go; his hackles were up and he was straining against his collar.  A few weeks ago the dog was getting belly rubs and licking people that he’s only met twice.  The dog knows.

Back to the crappy neighbor rant!  When they moved in, they cut all of the trees on their property and put in a huge, ugly fence.  We have an HOA but it doesn’t determine stuff like that, but the community is pretty chatty and it seems that quite a few people were miffed about it.  I was annoyed because they were chopping trees down all day and it was loud.   They fenced it and immediately kicked their three dogs out of the house and into the yard.  The dogs didn’t seem aware that a fence was put up.  Every day, several times a day, they’re at our house infuriating our dogs as they pee on everything.  The dogs don’t seem to know their names (we’ve learned them from hearing the neighbors holler at them to come home), so I don’t have much confidence in them.

But back to the trees thing; have you SEEN my backyard?


Most of the community here is wooded and jointly owned among residents.  There are hiking and cross-country skiing trails throughout.  A good bit of the community is also dedicated as a bird sanctuary and left as wild habitat.  It’s pretty hippy-dippy, so clear cutting an acre of it is cringe-worthy.  Why would you move here if that was your plan?

Add that they’re the ones responsible for the rabbit capers last month.  I can’t remember if I blogged about that insanity or not but they had two domesticated rabbits and they disappeared one day.  When asked, they told our other neighbor that the rabbits had died.  This is a big animal loving community, people notice missing pets.

It’s probably gonna get a bit convoluted so here’s a really crap-tastic map:


I live in the heart house and own to the road on the right and almost to their driveway on the left.  The bad neighbors, the X, so imagine the acre behind their house now cleared away.  The star is obviously right across the road from me: that house is being gutted and remodeled so is unoccupied until he finishes.  The house to the right of ours never gets involved in anything — he’s nice but keeps to himself, he calls this the community’s antisocial corner because we have more space at the top of the hill and don’t get involved with as many of the other people that are crammed in close to each other.  The guy in the check-mark house is the one that’s super animal friendly and always very concerned about the well-being of all the neighborhood critters.  The one circled in blue lives across from the annoying new neighbors.  We’re all players in this.

We noticed some new rabbits at the unoccupied star house across from us.  They were easy to spot since those two rabbits weren’t exactly the same breed as our wild locals.   …and we may have named the baby bunnies living in our forsythia.  It happens.  😀

The check-mark neighbor that inquired about the rabbits, myself, and the blue circle neighbor spent more than a week outside catching the two domesticated (but definitely not tame) bunnies.  Check-mark even set up crates and blankets and left out a ton of carrots.  I would just go over and hand-feed them blueberries — they would approach to eat them but were sooo skittish.  Blue circle got a bunch of screens out and tried corralling them in, check-mark got a pool skimmer, we had a bunch of towels.  It was mayhem but the rabbits WERE captured!

So where do the red X people come in?  As we were outside one day the woman screeches by in her car then stops in the road to scream at us “OMG THOSE LOOK LIKE MY RABBITS” then sped off.  No. Shit.  They’re the ones she said had died not a few days before, I’m not blind.  Check-mark neighbor was a little confounded — he tends to believe the best in people so thought somebody had dropped off the bunnies, not that one of our neighbors lied to his face and said their rabbits were dead.  The next day, the man (thankfully clothed this time) came by to WATCH us try to catch them.  He didn’t offer to help or try at all.  He just stood in the road and watched the five of us crawling through bushes.  We had to go pick up dinner before it came to a conclusion but apparently the jerkface said he didn’t want the rabbits and didn’t care what happened to them.  I heard screaming ensued; I’m sad to have missed that.  The bunnies ended up being taken in by a local animal rescue — check-mark has a house full of dogs and cats, we have three cats and two dogs, and circle has around three dogs and some other critters of their own.  None of us felt we could reasonably take on two new, not tame, additions.

So what happened after that?

The jerks got chickens.  Not one or two chickens…a flock of chickens…including a rooster that doesn’t know when it’s supposed to crow.  It crows every 5 to 10 minutes all day, every day, even through the night.  We do not live in a right to farm or agricultural district.  The rooster is so annoying that our guests even complained about them and they’re all animal friendly people.  I grew up in a rural area, the weird building on our family’s property…yah, that was a poultry house.  One of my favorite things to do as a toddler was collect eggs from under hens.  I love chickens, I would love to have chickens, I’ve told my dogs they can eat these chickens if they catch them.  I will defend their right to eat those chickens until I’m blue in the face — it’s already been well established through the bite incident (still so sorry that the big guy bit that nice mailman) that if anything happens involving my dogs on my property, they’re not at fault.

My little dog, in addition to knowing her name, seems to know my intentions.  My hubs gets frustrated with it sometimes because he said I never had to train her, she just does everything I want, including some really bizarre things that most people would never think to ask of a dog (like taking out his ponytail)…but she does them, without question.  She’s awesome. ❤

For example:


That’s my side yard right by the tree line.  Their chickens didn’t stay in the pointless fence, either.  The little blur to the right is my little schnauzer.  She was happily prancing about in the driveway until she was asked to get the chickens.  Yakety Sax (aka the Benny Hill theme) may have well been playing after that because she chased chickens until she had them corralled all the way back onto the neighbors property — she knows her name AND where the property border is…amazing, huh?  She chased them in circles.  She chased them under trees and through blackberry bushes (she got scratched, poor thing).  She chased until she could chase chickens no more and collapsed in my lap.  She really, really wanted to catch a chicken and I really, really wish she had.

That evening, I taught my husband how to wring a chicken’s neck.  You know, just in case.  My childhood knowledge has to come in useful at some point, right?  Roosters make really good chicken and dumplings.

Do no harm

Well, that last post needed to disappear faster than I anticipated.  Fun times! 😀

Through the years I’ve linked my blog to a few accounts and I started receiving messages through those forums about the content, including one from somebody I know.  Thankfully our association is very limited and they don’t know anybody mentioned in the post…but still.  I was quick to take down that account.  Take no chances!

I did receive some wonderful tidbits of advice and I really appreciate having fresh perspectives and new ways to approach my thoughts. ❤

I still don’t know what to do and probably won’t until I’m forced to make a decision. I do know what I’d like to happen in a dream world but that’s about the extent of it: dreams are just dreams. I’m far too practical to spend my life wishing the impossible.

I would also like to say that I’m amazed at how counter-productive some people can be.  Being hateful, saying there’s something wrong with the person and they need counseling, or saying you went through worse doesn’t help anybody.  Seriously, don’t.

Everybody processes and feels stuff differently. Some things do more harm than healing, even if you think your intentions are in the right place. How would you feel if somebody told you what you’re telling another?

I’m all about delivering harsh realities.  I’m too blunt and lack an empathy chip when it comes to most people…but I’m also a firm believer in compassion.  Think before you speak; there is a time and a place.

Sometimes all a person needs is a safe place to vent.  Sometimes they just need a smile or a hug to know they’re not alone.  Sometimes they just need time to gather their thoughts and muster their courage.  …but they will always need negativity to fuck off.  Who on earth would want more of that nonsense in their life?

Since I’m feeling rather ornery after some of the things said today, I’ll just leave a link to my favorite song to listen to when I’m angry.  It’s pretty apt right now and it always cheers my crass self up.  A fair warning to people who are upset by certain language, this song is sure to offend your sensibilities:

Fucked With an Anchor by my favorite pirate metal group, Alestorm.


I still haven’t found the motivation to do much of anything except try to recover from the trip.

The burst pipe was located and fixed.  It’s amazing how such a little hole could spew two inches of water everywhere so fast.


We had two days of warm temperatures — it actually got into the 60s yesterday!  …but those warm days caused more mayhem than good.  The rivers warmed up enough for the ice to break up and then cause some crazy ice jams and there’s some wicked flooding in the area.  Last night it also started raining, then the temperatures dropped fifty degrees back to the teens and we had a flash freeze.

Welcome ice coating everything! I can handle all of the snow winter wants to throw my way but ice is a whole new ballgame.

I spent a good portion of the evening trying to chisel free the steps and salt what I did free up.  It’s hard to believe how thick the accumulated ice is!  All I can say is I’m glad I have some microspikes for my boots or I probably would have went flying down the stairs today.


The driveway is a lost cause and the road is still slick, even though trucks have been running all day.  I’m not sure if I’ll be able to get out to tomorrow or not for grocery shopping.  We definitely need to get an AWD vehicle for our hill…

In other fun news from the holidays, my hair decided it was time to be teal while I was visiting VA.  Most of the old green/blue/purple had faded out, so it was bleached blonde on the bottom (with lots of panic — I don’t do well as a blonde, even if it’s for half an hour) and then slathered with a much more fun color.  We just bleached the part of my hair that had color before, so the top is still natural.  It’s fun ’cause when I pull it back or braid it, it still looks normal at first glance and from the front.  One of our friends didn’t even notice the color until I unbraided it the second day he was around me.  😛


I’m not a contributing member of society, so why not?  😛  If/when this color inevitably fades, I’ll do an all-over-dye with something else.  The hairstylist I’ve gone to all of my life bleached it to a brassy color (instead of a bright blonde) that complements my natural color really well, so I suspect an all-over color will make it look almost ombre.   …at least I hope.  It’ll be fun to find out what happens either way when the time comes!