I wore green today in honor of St. Patrick. I read in a history book that St. Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland . I always thought he was remembered for driving the snakes out of Ireland. Either way, I'm not quite sure how it evolved into an excuse to get drunk on green beer while wearing a shirt/button/hat that says "Kiss me, I'm Irish" after eating corned beef and cabbage for dinner. How did that happen? Corned beef and cabbage - I'm craving it now. And since I can't cook it and have a meeting at 5:15 I'm going to have to get on the phone and see if I can find a restaurant where I can get some to go.
Tonight is an American Idol night - the remaining 11 will be singing country songs. YeeHaw! I'm not a big country fan, but the evening does promise to be entertaining nonetheless. And by that, I mean entertaining because someone (or two, or three, or more) has a great chance of having a total trainwreck of a performance on national television. I know it sounds mean, but come on, do you honestly remember the good performances for more than about 10 minutes?? Not usually. No, we remember the truly awful ones. The ones that make you watch in horror and think "OMG, is this for real?" and as much as you want to look away, you just can't. The ones that make you squirm in embarassment for the singer. The ones that you discuss with your fellow AI followers, usually opening with the question "Can you believe (singer's name) totally sucked?" So prepare to be entertained - one way or another.
Having said that, I must mention that I do remember a few good performances: Chris Dautry "I Walk the Line", Jason Castro "Hallelujah", and Blake Lewis "You Give Love a Bad Name" come to mind.
Knitting: The "guy" blanket is coming along great! It's probably about three-fourths finished, and I have enough of the yarn I've been using to get the job done. I guess I should start thinking about which guy in my life to give it to. Hmmmmm. I was good today - I resisted the urge to buy some yarn from an online store even though it looked totally yummy and was on sale. I did write down the items I want, just in case I discover a project that absolutely can't be made with anything else. :o) Yarnaholic - that's me.
Have a fun evening - however you decide to celebrate the day!
Sarah
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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
TGIAF - Thank God It's Almost Frday
This week seems to have been going on for at least a month. I don't know if it's the time change, the return of my inability to sleep through the night, or what, but I am soooo glad tomorrow's Friday!
I love my children dearly, but sometimes they do things that make me think: "Is this really my child?" For instance, this morning I was drying my hair and my youngest son (and the only one left at home), Jordan, barges into the bathroom and says "I have track team dinner tonight." Since my husband had just told me "I'll be late tonight - I'm going to Business After Hours" (which also means "After we spend two hours b-s ing and eating free food, we'll probably go down to the brewery for awhile"), I smiled because I thought the two statements combined meant "We're eating somewhere else, don't bother cooking anything." Not a chance. Jordan repeated, "I have track team dinner tonight." Which, it turns out, meant he had volunteered to bring spaghetti. Of course, Jordan couldn't tell me exactly how much spaghetti I should cook or when it needed to be finished because this is his first track team dinner and he didn't get any details. (Sigh) So, the spaghetti is cooking as I write this and I suppose I should be grateful he only asked for spaghetti. My oldest son, Austin, once came to me at 9:30 at night and announced "I have to make the solar system inside a shoe box tonight." He didn't really understand why I was so upset because he thought I'd have everything he needed hanging around somewhere. I will admit, I'm a packrat so I did have a shoebox. I did not, however, have 9 styrofoam balls and planet-colored paint. Anyway, I hope Jordan gets home soon to pick up this spaghetti, otherwise it will be limp and cold and then his entire track team will think I can't cook. Oh, wait - maybe that's not a bad thing. :o)
I watched American Idol last night and felt smug when the two I felt should get kicked off actually did get kicked off. I do have a few comments about the show This new rule about being able to "save" a contestant just one time and only until they get down to five left is OK. It will be interesting to see how it plays out. The group sing and dance was OK. Can something be considered a medley of songs if it's only two? Because I only heard two different songs, "ABC" and "I Want You Back". This year has the added benefit of watching to see if Scott, the blind guy, falls off the stage. Last night, the others did a pretty good job of pushing/pulling him around, but as the number of singers decreases there's going to be more empty stage for Scott to wander around in. Please don't think I want him to fall off the stage; it's just one more reason to watch. And speaking of watching, I noticed that when Michael learned he was safe and Allison gave him a big hug, the camera went to the audience and showed Michael's wife looking like "Hey, get your hands off him!" And when Allison learned she was safe and Michael hugged her, they didn't even show his wife. I bet she wants him to move out of that mansion and into a Motel 6 until he gets kicked off. How about that mansion?? It's like American Idol meets Big Brother. I hope they show us what really goes on in there each week! Could be fun. Also, did anyone else notice Megan's face when she and Jasmine were standing together and found out that Jasmine was going home? For a split-second, she looked like she was going to scream and jump for joy, but then she remembered "Oh, crap, I'm on national TV and I need to look sad because Jasmine is leaving." Sure, we believe that. If it were me, I'd be thinking, "Hey, better you than me, sister." But that's just me. Now, let's be honest: Lil, Danny, Adam, Allison, and probably Alexis didn't really need to show up. We all knew they'd be safe and they could have stayed back at the cool mansion and played beer pong and then jumped in the pool. Finally at the end, there's Jorge and Anoop - who's done? I don't think Anoop will last much longer, but since I had picked Jorge to go I was really happy to find out I was right. So I could be smug, as I explained earlier. Now, next week will be country songs, which is good for Michael and probably Scott, but I can't wait to see and hear Adam do a song from the Grand Ole Opry. Don't get me wrong, I still love Adam, but it promises to be extra-entertaining. We'll see.
Knitting update: I'm still working on the "guy" blanket, but I've been eyeing my yarn stash and imagining different combinations, so I'll probably start a scarf pretty soon. And I did want to add something to what I said about using leftover yarn for these other things: yes, most of what I use is from my own stuff but my dear friend Judy, who's partly responsible for this knitting addiction of mine, also gives me her leftovers and sometimes more because she doesn't like having a bunch of yarn hanging around. Unlike me, I have lots - but that's a conversation we can have later. :o)
Sarah
I love my children dearly, but sometimes they do things that make me think: "Is this really my child?" For instance, this morning I was drying my hair and my youngest son (and the only one left at home), Jordan, barges into the bathroom and says "I have track team dinner tonight." Since my husband had just told me "I'll be late tonight - I'm going to Business After Hours" (which also means "After we spend two hours b-s ing and eating free food, we'll probably go down to the brewery for awhile"), I smiled because I thought the two statements combined meant "We're eating somewhere else, don't bother cooking anything." Not a chance. Jordan repeated, "I have track team dinner tonight." Which, it turns out, meant he had volunteered to bring spaghetti. Of course, Jordan couldn't tell me exactly how much spaghetti I should cook or when it needed to be finished because this is his first track team dinner and he didn't get any details. (Sigh) So, the spaghetti is cooking as I write this and I suppose I should be grateful he only asked for spaghetti. My oldest son, Austin, once came to me at 9:30 at night and announced "I have to make the solar system inside a shoe box tonight." He didn't really understand why I was so upset because he thought I'd have everything he needed hanging around somewhere. I will admit, I'm a packrat so I did have a shoebox. I did not, however, have 9 styrofoam balls and planet-colored paint. Anyway, I hope Jordan gets home soon to pick up this spaghetti, otherwise it will be limp and cold and then his entire track team will think I can't cook. Oh, wait - maybe that's not a bad thing. :o)
I watched American Idol last night and felt smug when the two I felt should get kicked off actually did get kicked off. I do have a few comments about the show This new rule about being able to "save" a contestant just one time and only until they get down to five left is OK. It will be interesting to see how it plays out. The group sing and dance was OK. Can something be considered a medley of songs if it's only two? Because I only heard two different songs, "ABC" and "I Want You Back". This year has the added benefit of watching to see if Scott, the blind guy, falls off the stage. Last night, the others did a pretty good job of pushing/pulling him around, but as the number of singers decreases there's going to be more empty stage for Scott to wander around in. Please don't think I want him to fall off the stage; it's just one more reason to watch. And speaking of watching, I noticed that when Michael learned he was safe and Allison gave him a big hug, the camera went to the audience and showed Michael's wife looking like "Hey, get your hands off him!" And when Allison learned she was safe and Michael hugged her, they didn't even show his wife. I bet she wants him to move out of that mansion and into a Motel 6 until he gets kicked off. How about that mansion?? It's like American Idol meets Big Brother. I hope they show us what really goes on in there each week! Could be fun. Also, did anyone else notice Megan's face when she and Jasmine were standing together and found out that Jasmine was going home? For a split-second, she looked like she was going to scream and jump for joy, but then she remembered "Oh, crap, I'm on national TV and I need to look sad because Jasmine is leaving." Sure, we believe that. If it were me, I'd be thinking, "Hey, better you than me, sister." But that's just me. Now, let's be honest: Lil, Danny, Adam, Allison, and probably Alexis didn't really need to show up. We all knew they'd be safe and they could have stayed back at the cool mansion and played beer pong and then jumped in the pool. Finally at the end, there's Jorge and Anoop - who's done? I don't think Anoop will last much longer, but since I had picked Jorge to go I was really happy to find out I was right. So I could be smug, as I explained earlier. Now, next week will be country songs, which is good for Michael and probably Scott, but I can't wait to see and hear Adam do a song from the Grand Ole Opry. Don't get me wrong, I still love Adam, but it promises to be extra-entertaining. We'll see.
Knitting update: I'm still working on the "guy" blanket, but I've been eyeing my yarn stash and imagining different combinations, so I'll probably start a scarf pretty soon. And I did want to add something to what I said about using leftover yarn for these other things: yes, most of what I use is from my own stuff but my dear friend Judy, who's partly responsible for this knitting addiction of mine, also gives me her leftovers and sometimes more because she doesn't like having a bunch of yarn hanging around. Unlike me, I have lots - but that's a conversation we can have later. :o)
Sarah
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
What Dreams Get Shattered Soon?
So far so good. I'm here for the third day in a row. (I'll try not to break my arm patting myself on the back!) I read on one of the blog advice postings that when you start a blog you need to post often. I think once a day should count as often, don't you?
I watched the 2-hour plus a few minutes extra of American Idol - here's what I think:
Lil, Kris, Matt, Michael, and Megan were OK. Note to Megan: do not dance again, ever.
Allison was awesome! She may be only 16 but her voice is about 35. She's kind of goofy before and after she takes the stage, but of course she is a teenager. When she gets out in the spotlight she's in her element. She may not win, but I bet somebody gives her a contract. I still don't really like the fake red hair, but the shorter style is better.
Alexis was good, I thought. Better than the judges gave her credit for anyway.
Danny was great. He can't dance either (see note to Megan) but he managed to pull it off. I can't figure out why, but it worked for him. He was good enough that I actually forgot about his dead wife.
Scott is blind, so he'll probably be around for awhile. Nobody wants to pick on a blind guy, but last night wasn't one of his better efforts. Michael Jackson songs and Scott just don't go together.
Anoop. What can I say? Other than don't ever try to be like Mike again. In his defense, I have to say that if the judges thought "Beat It" was untouchable and iconically Michael Jackson (I think those were a couple of the comments.) they never should have included it in the song choices. Thank God nobody took on "Thriller" or someone would have stroked out right there on live TV.
Jasmine and Jorge: It's time to go! The more I see of Jasmine the less I like her and Jorge just creeps me out.
And finally, Adam. I know rumors have abounded lately about his man-kissing photos and his gayness and blah, blah, blah. Here's the deal - I just don't care! He's hot and he's definitely got presence and a voice to die for. Do I like his hair and nail polish? Not particularly. I must admit I kind of like the "guyliner" around his eyes. (Don't tell my sons or I'll get way too much grief about that! ) Anyway, his was the best performance of the night and we all know he'll be around for awhile.
I'm anxiously awaiting tonight's results so I can either congratulate myself for being right, or yell at the TV because the voters are stupid. Speaking of voting - I did my part and spent 37 minutes hitting redial until I got through to Adam's number.
My plan to work on my novelty-yarn blanket didn't work out - not enough leftover yarn to do anymore just yet! Which means sometime soon I'll have to take a break from these blankets and make some more scarves so I can have leftover yarn for that blanket (this process is one of those never-ending loops). In the meantime, I have my blues, browns, greens, darker colors blanket to work on. It's made with leftovers, too, with 4 rows of a beige fiesta (light brown w/blue, green, and burgundy flecks) between the color changes. It could be for one of my boys - they'll accept knitting from me if it's not girly-looking (their phrase, not mine). This one will look great in a guy's place, so when it's done I'll find a guy for it to live with.
I guess I should explain about my knitting. I mentioned the first time that I'm no expert. I'm not even ambitious. I just like to knit. (Or purl. Or a combination of both.) But I only do scarves and blankets. Why? Because I don't want to have to follow a pattern and get frustrated when I screw whatever it is up. And I would screw it up, trust me. So I make up my own patterns for scarves and I never have to write anything down because they all consist of casting on as many stitches as I think I need for the yarn I have and then kniting until I think it's done. It works well for me. I do like to combine different types of yarn and see what happens, and sometimes I add buttons, fabric, jewelry, whatever, to them when I'm done knitting. I give them all names, too. Not names like Joe and Marsha, but names like Mountain Amethyst or Monet's River. The names seem to come into my head as I'm knitting. Don't laugh - the voices in my head could say much meaner things than scarf names. :o)
That's it for this time. I should get off the computer and find something to cook for dinner.
Enjoy the evening!
Sarah
I watched the 2-hour plus a few minutes extra of American Idol - here's what I think:
Lil, Kris, Matt, Michael, and Megan were OK. Note to Megan: do not dance again, ever.
Allison was awesome! She may be only 16 but her voice is about 35. She's kind of goofy before and after she takes the stage, but of course she is a teenager. When she gets out in the spotlight she's in her element. She may not win, but I bet somebody gives her a contract. I still don't really like the fake red hair, but the shorter style is better.
Alexis was good, I thought. Better than the judges gave her credit for anyway.
Danny was great. He can't dance either (see note to Megan) but he managed to pull it off. I can't figure out why, but it worked for him. He was good enough that I actually forgot about his dead wife.
Scott is blind, so he'll probably be around for awhile. Nobody wants to pick on a blind guy, but last night wasn't one of his better efforts. Michael Jackson songs and Scott just don't go together.
Anoop. What can I say? Other than don't ever try to be like Mike again. In his defense, I have to say that if the judges thought "Beat It" was untouchable and iconically Michael Jackson (I think those were a couple of the comments.) they never should have included it in the song choices. Thank God nobody took on "Thriller" or someone would have stroked out right there on live TV.
Jasmine and Jorge: It's time to go! The more I see of Jasmine the less I like her and Jorge just creeps me out.
And finally, Adam. I know rumors have abounded lately about his man-kissing photos and his gayness and blah, blah, blah. Here's the deal - I just don't care! He's hot and he's definitely got presence and a voice to die for. Do I like his hair and nail polish? Not particularly. I must admit I kind of like the "guyliner" around his eyes. (Don't tell my sons or I'll get way too much grief about that! ) Anyway, his was the best performance of the night and we all know he'll be around for awhile.
I'm anxiously awaiting tonight's results so I can either congratulate myself for being right, or yell at the TV because the voters are stupid. Speaking of voting - I did my part and spent 37 minutes hitting redial until I got through to Adam's number.
My plan to work on my novelty-yarn blanket didn't work out - not enough leftover yarn to do anymore just yet! Which means sometime soon I'll have to take a break from these blankets and make some more scarves so I can have leftover yarn for that blanket (this process is one of those never-ending loops). In the meantime, I have my blues, browns, greens, darker colors blanket to work on. It's made with leftovers, too, with 4 rows of a beige fiesta (light brown w/blue, green, and burgundy flecks) between the color changes. It could be for one of my boys - they'll accept knitting from me if it's not girly-looking (their phrase, not mine). This one will look great in a guy's place, so when it's done I'll find a guy for it to live with.
I guess I should explain about my knitting. I mentioned the first time that I'm no expert. I'm not even ambitious. I just like to knit. (Or purl. Or a combination of both.) But I only do scarves and blankets. Why? Because I don't want to have to follow a pattern and get frustrated when I screw whatever it is up. And I would screw it up, trust me. So I make up my own patterns for scarves and I never have to write anything down because they all consist of casting on as many stitches as I think I need for the yarn I have and then kniting until I think it's done. It works well for me. I do like to combine different types of yarn and see what happens, and sometimes I add buttons, fabric, jewelry, whatever, to them when I'm done knitting. I give them all names, too. Not names like Joe and Marsha, but names like Mountain Amethyst or Monet's River. The names seem to come into my head as I'm knitting. Don't laugh - the voices in my head could say much meaner things than scarf names. :o)
That's it for this time. I should get off the computer and find something to cook for dinner.
Enjoy the evening!
Sarah
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Spring forward.....into jet lag
Well, here I am for the second time.
I don't know about anyone else, but this time change thing has hit me like a ton of bricks. I feel sleep-deprived and cranky, but it's only a one hour difference! So why do I feel like I've just flown across an ocean the wrong way??? I'm kind of over this daylight savings thing - we "fell back" in November and now we did the "spring forward" before Spring actually starts. Why can't we be like Arizona and just stay the same all year?
Oh, well - enough venting.
I have to admit that in addition to knitting, I'm also addicted to watching TV. Because I can knit while I'm doing it. Anyway, last night I watched one of my favorites, "Two and a Half Men" and Charlie proposed to his girlfriend by putting the ring in her glass of champagne while her head was turned. So she, since this is a comedy, turned back to the table and immediately chugged all the champagne- ring and all. I think someone actually did this a few weeks ago, only in a milkshake or something. My question is this: why do guys think this is romantic? It's a recipe for disaster! Years ago, when I lived in Italy, my friend Carla went out to dinner with her boyfriend Claudio. Claudio had gone to the restaurant earlier in the day and had them put the ring in a little dessert cake so he could pop the question later in the evening. (Obviously this was a restaurant they frequented often - if you try this at a new place you run the risk of being served your cake ringless because the guy you gave it to promptly ran to the closest pawn shop.) Anyway, dessert time came and the waiter presented Carla with her very own little cake. She took a couple of bites, bit down hard on the ring, broke a tooth in the process, started coughing, and spit both the tooth and the ring out. Murphy's law, being an international law, took over and the ring rolled across the floor and down a heating vent. Carla's eyes were watering from the coughing and the pain of the broken tooth, which caused her makeup to run, and she never even saw the ring before it disappeared. Claudio wound up paying for dinner, Carla's visit to the dentist, and for someone to come and root around in the pipes of the heating system to find the ring. They went ahead and got married a few months later but I have no idea if they're still together because Claudio never forgave me for laughing about the whole thing and making sure all our friends knew about it and Carla, being a good new wife, agreed when he banned me from their lives. The point here is: forget trying for a unique method of giving her the ring - just give it to her! If a guy wants to do something romantic he should take her away to a five-star resort for the honeymoon and make sure she gets pampered.
Tonight is the beinning of the Final 13 on American Idol. American Idol is another addiction - it started as a guilty pleasure a couple of years ago but quickly attained addiction status. So for the next three months, expect to hear my opinions about who sang what and how, and if America voted correctly. My prediction is that Jasmine will be the first to go - she's just not that good and has never lived up to my expectations.
Now for the knitting update: the baby blanket is now officially on hold waiting for more leftover yarn. So I will switch to my second blanket-in-progress - this one is being made entirely of novelty yarns. Leftovers of course. I get all these leftovers from scarves, but that's a subject for another day.
That's it for today. I hope you've enjoyed spending some time with me.
Sarah
I don't know about anyone else, but this time change thing has hit me like a ton of bricks. I feel sleep-deprived and cranky, but it's only a one hour difference! So why do I feel like I've just flown across an ocean the wrong way??? I'm kind of over this daylight savings thing - we "fell back" in November and now we did the "spring forward" before Spring actually starts. Why can't we be like Arizona and just stay the same all year?
Oh, well - enough venting.
I have to admit that in addition to knitting, I'm also addicted to watching TV. Because I can knit while I'm doing it. Anyway, last night I watched one of my favorites, "Two and a Half Men" and Charlie proposed to his girlfriend by putting the ring in her glass of champagne while her head was turned. So she, since this is a comedy, turned back to the table and immediately chugged all the champagne- ring and all. I think someone actually did this a few weeks ago, only in a milkshake or something. My question is this: why do guys think this is romantic? It's a recipe for disaster! Years ago, when I lived in Italy, my friend Carla went out to dinner with her boyfriend Claudio. Claudio had gone to the restaurant earlier in the day and had them put the ring in a little dessert cake so he could pop the question later in the evening. (Obviously this was a restaurant they frequented often - if you try this at a new place you run the risk of being served your cake ringless because the guy you gave it to promptly ran to the closest pawn shop.) Anyway, dessert time came and the waiter presented Carla with her very own little cake. She took a couple of bites, bit down hard on the ring, broke a tooth in the process, started coughing, and spit both the tooth and the ring out. Murphy's law, being an international law, took over and the ring rolled across the floor and down a heating vent. Carla's eyes were watering from the coughing and the pain of the broken tooth, which caused her makeup to run, and she never even saw the ring before it disappeared. Claudio wound up paying for dinner, Carla's visit to the dentist, and for someone to come and root around in the pipes of the heating system to find the ring. They went ahead and got married a few months later but I have no idea if they're still together because Claudio never forgave me for laughing about the whole thing and making sure all our friends knew about it and Carla, being a good new wife, agreed when he banned me from their lives. The point here is: forget trying for a unique method of giving her the ring - just give it to her! If a guy wants to do something romantic he should take her away to a five-star resort for the honeymoon and make sure she gets pampered.
Tonight is the beinning of the Final 13 on American Idol. American Idol is another addiction - it started as a guilty pleasure a couple of years ago but quickly attained addiction status. So for the next three months, expect to hear my opinions about who sang what and how, and if America voted correctly. My prediction is that Jasmine will be the first to go - she's just not that good and has never lived up to my expectations.
Now for the knitting update: the baby blanket is now officially on hold waiting for more leftover yarn. So I will switch to my second blanket-in-progress - this one is being made entirely of novelty yarns. Leftovers of course. I get all these leftovers from scarves, but that's a subject for another day.
That's it for today. I hope you've enjoyed spending some time with me.
Sarah
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