They're Fixing Something

About four years ago I was in the car with my niece--who was about 11 at the time--on my way to have one of those wonderful grown up/kid at work days. We passed a construction site and she asked me what they were fixing. I answered her "They're fixing something." About five minutes later she started laughing and, when I asked her why, she pointed out that not only had I given her a total non-answer but she had accepted it because it sounded good.

So this big old bail out--they're fixing something!

I keep hearing about the bail out but have yet to hear what it actually means. What do they want to approve? What are they voting against? I don't know if I think the bail out plan is a good idea or a bad idea because no one is talking about what it actually means.

I did hear our President on the news today saying that we--as tax payers--would buy the failing assets, wait for the market to correct and then resell the assets. Hello! Aren't these failing (and in many cases artificial) assets the problem. It seems to me like he is saying "We'll take your house of cards, protect it from the wind, and then when the wind stops give you back your house of cards." For crying out loud--it's still a house of cards.

On the other hand, for my Jewish friends, it is the beginning of a new year. I'm going to embrace that as well and wish you all a happy, happy new year and a healthy and wonderful next 12 months.

A Good Day For Ripping Back

I decided that I didn't like my Spring Forward socks. It's not that I don't like the pattern. I do. I love it. And I love the yarn. But together--they're just not working for me. So I'm ripping back and coming up with a new plan for both.

It seems like a good metaphor for life these days. Ripping back and exploring and trying to figure out what went wrong. As in knitting, sometimes, you rip back to a spot where you can fix it. Other times you just rip the whole thing out and try something new with it. Other times, you don't even bother ripping back. You just toss the whole thing in the trash because you hate it all. Between my fractured relationship and my consulting gig ending--I have to say I'm appreciating the zen of ripping out knitting and trying to figure out how to do that in the rest of my life.

So here are the poor little socks before I pull them off the needles.


I think I may just go for plain socks and enjoy the colors in this yarn. Or maybe not. We'll see where all the ripping takes me.

On the other hand, I did finish baby Dylan's sweater and sent it off to him. Again with the favorite baby sweater but I just love making it. It just works out perfect every time!


Yes those are adorable little Peter Rabbit buttons on it. I don't know why the picture came out so blue. I swear it is white (and my bedspread is white!). When you were a kid, did you have summer and winter bedspreads? We always did and I never quite understood it because we didn't sleep under the bedspread so the winter one wasn't going to keep us any warmer. And we had plenty of heat in the Y.O. so it just didn't make sense to me. But I digress.

In other knitting news, we started a little knitting group at the Hastings Farmers Market. We meet at 10 on the grass next to the knife sharpener. It was only two of us last week but it was the first week and I think we'll grow. Of course I have to be late tomorrow because I have to go to the dentist (who is a huge Met's fun so I am sure quite happy right now) so I'll get there as soon as I can. Gotta love a dentist with Saturday morning hours!

A Day for Checking In

Jinkies this has been a crazy few days. Life in the Y.O is okay (not great today--just okay) but I just wanted to do a quick check in.

• I've been up to my eyes trying to get the Annual Report done at work and it has not been an easy task--especially since my boss decided to rewrite the whole damn thing Saturday morning. But we're almost done. Just need to finish proofreading and it can go off to the printer on time.
• On the vanity page of the magazine of my life, I finally got a haircut! It took forever but it looks really nice. Now we just have to finish fixing the color and I'll be good to go.
• On the Boy front, I am still heartbroken. Although my Fatal Attraction feelings have passed (they really didn't last long), I am still terribly sad. It's awful to have someone lie to you over and over and then refuse to talk to you about it. I think I've finally slowed down on my crying but I can't be sure of that yet.
• Does anyone have some good ideas for birthday presents for 10-year-old triplets (2 girls and a boy). I have no ideas. They may just get cash. Or underwear.
• I'll post some finished knitting tomorrow (I finished Dylan's sweater) and some photos of the beautiful treats I bought myself at the sale at Katonah Yarn. Got some sweet stuff.

Even though it's lousy out, I may head down to the Y.O. waterfront tonight and treat myself nice. I could use a little pampering.

P.S. If you haven't seen the move Once, run out and rent it right away. It's wonderful. Although the song about the lies sent me over the edge. But I survived.

Finally--something made me laugh!

Okay so I had a totally crappy week. Won't bore you with the details because they are all things that all of us have gone through. Nothing original here--keep on moving folks.

But tonight--that all changed. In a moment of complete and total patheticness (Hi--my name is Pathetica and I'm emotionally handicapped. Hi Pathetica!) I You Tubed the Def Leppard song Love Bites.

And I couldn't stop laughing. The halos of hair. The drama. The 80s. Oh good God, if I knew that this was all it would take to make me feel better, I would have done it a week ago.

So, for your viewing pleasure, I give you:

Love Bites

Click it. Live it. Love it.

P.S. You might have to right click it to open it but it's worth it for the split screen and the earring in the opening sequence.

Don't get bitchy on Match.com

Does anyone else think it is "not okay" that some guy asked for a picture because he wanted to know--and this is a direct quote--"what he was talking to." WHAT! For crissakes--I'm not a what, I'm a who. I checked out match.com because I had a crappy crappy crappy week and my relationship is ending and I come to find that this is what is out there--a guy who refers to me as a what instead of a who.

Am I over reacting?