And it rocked! I didn’t bring a camera, but there are plenty of photos floating around the internets. Besides, it’s kind of tough to document girlish glee. My travel mates, Melanie and Kellee were the best. We worked out sort of an unspoken system of parting and regrouping throughout the day. Rather than lingering or rushing, we pretty much moved at our own paces, but managed to come together after just about every yarn barn. It was like a little[...]

I’b totally sick today. By nose is all stuffed ub, and yet it’s running like a faucet. Gross. It’s so stuffy that I can only breath through by bouth, so by borning iced coffee was a real treat. I was afraid that while I was drinking through the straw I would create a vacuum and imblode, bossibly sucking by head right into the straw! Lucky for be and cars near be, this was not the case. But I did try[...]

Today I have shoe p0rn for you. Charlene and I are going to Spain early in November (more about that in the coming days), and I needed some good shoes to traverse the narrow streets of Seville. No, wait, wrong Seville. I meant this one. The one littered with frilly Flamenco dancers. I also needed some to stroll in the rolling farmlands surrounding our pension in Andalucia. Sometimes when I look at that picture, I think I’m just going to[...]

    Man is that a cute baby! Anyway, I have a couple of finished objects! ~gasp~ I finished Maxx’s sweater and he looks very dashing in it. He loves wearing little outfits and does a good job of lifting his front legs to help put them on. He’s a good guy, that Maxxie. I recently discovered that he spells his name with two “x”s and I think it makes him even more of a stud. I learned of this[...]

OK, in perusing magazines for MOKS fodder, I ran across what very well may be the cutest baby ever. Don’t you just want to squeeze him? He looks like a little Purdue Chicken. I can’t stand it. It saddens me a little to think that this baby is now in his late 40′s. Or maybe he’s a magical eterna-baby who never grew up. Yeah. I’m going to assume that’s the case. He’s to cute to have a second mortgage and[...]

The knitting masses say Word Verification, and Word Verification it shall be. Thank you, gentle readers. And spam you, spamsuckers! Blow it out yer spamhole! (This may be my favorite new way of swearing.) I love the idea of typing in a word to prove you’re human. I feel that my existence in validated every time I do it. Typing “Ve6t8soK” means I’m me! I just hope that I haven’t offended any artificial life forms. If any of you are[...]