k is for krista

No Title Today...But Lots of Bad Language

Can I just say I'm more than a little sick of every single celebrity who fucks up going into counseling or rehab?  I'm sorry, but it doesn't mask the fact that you screwed up royally.  And maybe you don't need counseling.  Maybe you're just a fuck-up.  Maybe we're all getting a little tired of you blaming your screw-ups on a personal tragedy, a personal battle, and internal struggle to be yourself because life in the spotlight has made you the way you are.

There's a big fuss over what Isaiah Washington said about a coworker on Grey's Anatomy.  Now he's in counseling. 

"With the support of my family and friends, I have begun counseling. I regard this as a necessary step toward understanding why I did what I did and making sure it never happens again. I appreciate the fact that I have been given this opportunity and I remain committed to transforming my negative actions into positive results, personally and professionally," Isaiah said in a statement released to Access Hollywood.

I have a few ideas, Isaiah.  Maybe you're just a nasty person.  Maybe you just don't think before any little thought comes flying out of your mouth.  Maybe you honestly think you are so big that you don't need to censor your personal views and opinions and take other folks' feelings into consideration.  Whatever the case, I actually don't think you need counseling.  I think this is some pathetic cover-up to try to save your career.  I think instead of counseling you should promise that for as long as you live, you will censor yourself and think for 2 seconds before running off at the mouth.  It's called being a responsible grown-up, and you don't need a Freudian psychoanalyst to tell you that. 

That'll be $95.00 and call your mother every now and again.  Try good manners.

It was really grey and dismal last weekend, and with Steve away hunting I went into a bit of a slump.  So I dug around in the stash (!) and found the perfect project.

The brightest sock yarn I could find.  A little something to get my mind off the dismal winter outside.

Toe-up, my own pattern.  It's better that way, I promise.  I just do a toe-up cast-on and work from there.  They fit better and I don't have to keep reading notes to see if I'm messing it up.

Steve's back now (yay), and the sun it is a-shining, but I am glad I have this pick me up, especially after a long day at work.

An extra shot...This one's all for Alice.

Reality Check

When Steve and I were trying to get pregnant, I kept having these notions of what I would be like, once we concieved.  I really wanted a baby so badly I thought I would become this amazing Earth Mother, peaceful with the world and content with my life, spinning in circles in a sea of daisies.  Well.  It's just not happening.  I don't FEEL pregnant.  I don't feel this amazing bond with my unborn child.  I don't have enough energy to spin in circles, and it's January.  There are no daisies to be found.  I really worried that I would never feel for this baby.  Until today.

My secret pal sent me the sweetest baby socks and mitts that I have ever seen.  I can see my baby's feet and hands kicking around wrapped in these beauties.  The front is the bear's face and the back is it's butt!!!  Ha ha ha!!!  I love them so much.  And secret pal, these are my very first pieces of baby clothes.  They will always be a sweet, sweet memory, and will make their way into baby's hope chest after they have been enjoyed many times.  You are awesome.  How did you know exactly what I needed?

Oh, yum yum yum.  I am in love with you secret pal.  I dream about being your best friend, and exchanging delicious candy treats on a regular basis.  Maybe it's just the chocolate talking, but I really think we have a good thing going.  I really think I want to move to your country and live next door and eat chocolates from this company every day.  I don't even care what it will do to my ass.  I am in love.

Purple is perfect.  I think I will make some bedsocks.  Or maybe a cap.  Or maybe...could be anything, you know. 

These, my friends, are handmade socks.  They are pink and I think they are the most perfect socks I have ever seen.  I am guessing they are Pomatomus socks, but I can't be sure.  I took off my socks and put these on immediately, and my feet are toasty warm.  That is really saying something because the Arctic blast hit us two days ago and I cannot get the apartment warm.  I love them, and I think I am going to wear them for the rest of my life.  I am one happy camper.  Secret pal, you are so awesome, but who are you?  I am desperate!  I have your name on the package, but I need your blog!  I want to know more about this great person who sent me exactly what I needed when I needed it.  Thank you so much.

Promised Pictures and Finished Objects

First off, I promised to post pics of the presents I got from my secret pal.

Mmmm, Chocolate.  It had crunchies and small, small bits of hazelnut.  It was gone in about 5 seconds flat.

Pure new wool and the cutest potholders I have ever seen.  Thanks again, SP!  I love love love the potholders!

Also, I finished the first thing on my list of incompletes!  Knit From Your Stash Hooray!

My Mother's Christmas socks, just a little bit late.  The pattern is Simple Trekking Socks, which I totally loved.  The point where the picked up stitches become a gusset don't have a hole at all.  The pattern is easy to follow and works very well for the Trekking yarn.  I will be keeping this pattern on hand for this yarn in the future.  Next up, the hunting mittens.  Then Dad's bed socks.  I'll keep you posted.

Hi Everybody!

I am so totally back.  I don't know if the exhaustion will come back, but right now I am awake and aware of my surroundings (a true improvement).  Again, no pics.  It is sloooow here at work, so I'm gonna make a list or seven.

What I Am Joining This Year:

1. Knit From Your Stash 2007

2. UFO Resurrection Challenge 2007

3. A reasonable and fun knitting group, even if I have to make one myself.

What I Am Not Joining This Year:

1. Charity Knitting Groups.  I am not trying to be uncharitable, but clearly the trend for this year is to get rid of the stash.  My stash at this point has projects already assigned, and we will stick to this with the severity of an overzealous captain at a boot camp for teen mothers on crack.

2. Secret Pal.  I have enjoyed it, really I have, but receiving random skeins of yarn will not assist in stash reduction.  See ya next year.

What I Will Be Focusing On This Year:

1. Having a baby.

2. Writing one poem or short story a week.  I will, at some point, be published.

3. Journal-ling whenever I get a great idea instead of trusting myself to remember it and then never getting it on paper.

What I Will Not Be Focusing On This Year:

1. Weight loss.  I will be pregnant until August, and breastfeeding after that.  I will not be dieting.

2. Pleasing certain family members.  I love ya, but I don't really care right now, and you can't make me.  Nani nani boo boo.

3. Television.  There are many, many other things to do.

Later, possibly this weekend, I will be going through the stash and index carding each project.  I think the list will amaze some, shock most, and possibly cause one or two of you to run screaming from your computer.  Coming soon!