I should write a book!

Every so often I say to myself, I should write a book.  Usually I’m in the car, I drive along thinking of witty and wonderful ways to start off the book, .  I write the entire first chapter in my head and start thinking of who I will dedicate my book.  I get encouragement through varies means when i say something profound or funny and some person in my life will say ‘you should write a book’.  In my mind I become a famous author on the level of Maya Angelou (without the wise) or Toni Morrison (cause when i’m old I’m going to look like her dreds and all). I dream of the advance money as several publishers recognize my potential and line up to be raking in the dough.  And then without fail I think, heck I’m just going to do it.  I sit down with either pen and paper or in front of MSWord and stare at the blankness.  It is at that moment that I realize. Unless I vomit up finished pages of manuscript in my sleep,  I will never write a book.   But nonetheless as I drive in my car later today I will rewrite the first chapter of my book…..again.

What is wrong with you people?

Why has no body told me about Jen Lancaster?  Have you no soul?  Have you no heart?  Geez.  Anyone who writes books called Bitter is the New Black and Bright Lights Big Ass is definately someone I should be paying attention to….plus the fact that they are little essays nonfiction…come ON people!  And the footnotes, you know how I love a footnote! I was doing an open house (does that sound sexual to anyone else?  anyone…..anyone…..Bueller?) and the client left out the book Bright Lights Big Ass and I read HALF of it in 2 hours.   HILARIOUS.  I’ve been reading her blog Jennsylvani for an hour now and I think I may have peed on my computer chair a little.  Go read….I’ll wait.

SP11 Contest #2

1. What is the one knitting accessory you could not live without?

My knitpick Option needles.  I can’t believe I lived this long without them….
2.  If you’re heading on vacation, do you take knitting with you?  If so, how much and what type of project?

pardon?  what the hell are you talking about! I take my knitting to the BATHROOM how could it be a vacation without my knitting.  I takea lot of projects because a ridiculous fear that I’ll run out.  Or suddenly I’ll start knitting like The Flash and knit through all the projects I’ve taken.  I take all types of projects because I don’t know what I’ll feel like knitting.
3. Where have you travelled to that you’d consider your favorite spot?
I love the area around Playa del Car in Mexico.  I would love to go back.

4. What is your favorite knitting book at the moment?  Do you own it?

More Sensational Socks because it taught me how to make socks based on gauge.  I LOVE it.

5. Do you listen to podcasts?  Which is your favorite(s)?

No I haven’t started yet.

6. If you could only knit with 1 color for the rest of your life, what color would that be?

Brown

7. If you were far into a project and then noticed a mistake near the beginning what would you do?

stuff it into my UFO pile and never speak of it again.

8. Where is the most unsual spot you’ve ever knit?

at an Il Divo concert.

Stop reading my blog and go hug your kid.

So I was going to write this post about the sad death of my friends son. I was going to talk about sweet Austin and how at 19 he fought a battle against cancer for two years that would had brought grown men to their knees. I was going to tell you all about the sweet boy who in the middle of the night would walk his sister, Sandra home after she had stayed out past curfew at my house with her best buddy, my son. I was going to tell you of the nights that my son, trying to be a gentleman would walk Sandra home only to have Austin walk him home because he would be too scared to come back by himself. I was going to talk about my friend Heather talking to me about how she was writing down the songs her baby wanted played at his memorial. I was going to talk of their amazing streghth during a horrific experience. I was going to be poetic and insightful. But I’m not. I’m going to use every ounce of my being to be thankful and grateful that I have one more day with my kids.

Before and After

couch before sad and pathetic…what the hell made me buy this thing…oh yeah it was cheap

and now with the new slipcover (i have to steam it but I was too excited) once it’s all straightened out it will look perfect.  It’s called eggplant but it’s chocolate brown.

My offspring

What a freak.

Elijah is ADDICTED to taking pictures.  He steals the digital camera and runs around taking pictures all over the house…and I mean of EVERYTHING.  Here is a sampling of what we see every night as he runs around with the camera….thank god for rechargeable batteries.

Frankie has stopped posing, even he has had enough.

Some of the pictures are actually quite artist….the cell phone with background…geez.

Note he’s not actually PLAYING DORA, just taking pictures of what it would look like if he did…..

One of his favorite subjects, the big vase.

Elijah, weird and wonderful.

Admit it…

How many of you did a double take thinking it was titless tuesdays……..

Titleless Tuesday.

I’ve decided that alliteration is cool and fun and more entertaining than anything I could come up with for a title. So instead of racking my brain trying to come up with one I am coming up with an entire concept. Now on Tuesdays, NO TITLE….it’s revolutionary, it’s forward thinking, it’s new order (well not the band new order, which is old but New new order).

Geez, I got nothing.

N’s first sock is on the foot…ooo a pic….

I would like to finish them up soon as I’m already itchin’ to do the next pair. It’s a gift….for a girlfriend (mad rush as all my girlfriend’s that read the blog run out to buy me “just in case it’s me” present tee hee). Remember when you couldn’t call your friends GIRLfriends without feeling weird? I said I was picking up something for a girlfriend to a teenager working at Shopper’s yesterday…he blush and got all embarrassed. Dude thought I was gay! I WISH, geez, would I be shlepping around all these kids with no sense of inside voice wearing sweat pants and a stained shirt if I was GAY. Dude, my wife would do that….cause I roll like a knitta.

A contest! A contest!

I’m a sucker for a contest….there’s one going on at Golden Purl.

Tell her I sent you…cause then I’ll win and share…okay I’m totally lying about sharing, I just want the extra entries….god, I’m horrible.

Shut UP!

yes I’m a copycat…just because “someone” changed their blog theme meant that I had to change mine.  I can’t help it.  We have already established that I am 12.