4.25.2008

ALL ABOUT ME IN 7 RANDOM FACTS

Okay…a month and a half later, I’m finally getting around to doing this. Oops. Miss Amy tagged me with a 7 Random Things About Me, so here are the goods. 7 of you will get tagged too - watch out!

1-
In my early 20’s, I went skydiving (solo) and my mom jumped too, which is a more interesting fact if you knew my mom...totally not her character. She didn’t want me to bungee jump and thought jumping out of an airplane would be safer. Okay? I don’t know if that’s true but it was pretty freakin’ awesome.

2-
On my second date with my husband (in my very late 20’s), he took me up on a grain silo south of downtown Oklahoma City to shoot a photograph of the Skyline for Oklahoma Today Magazine. It was cool and romantic at first…then I learned I was afraid of heights…out of the blue. I pretty much had a panic attack and couldn’t climb down the ladder to get off the thing. It was such an awful and humiliating experience. For some reason the man still married me.

3-
I love sleeping with the windows open when it rains and thunderstorms all night and the cool breeze puts you to sleep.

4-
If I was alone on a Friday night (without the fam), one of my favorite things to do is sit in front of the tv and watch old movies with a bunch of junk food, a Coke, my knitting and a stack of magazines and stay up til 2am. Then fall asleep on the couch with the pugs snuggled up with me and have absolutely no obligations the next morning so I can sleep til noon. Love that.

5-
Pet Peeve #213
I hate sweaty drinking glasses, cans or bottles. It makes me crazy. I have to have a napkin wrapped around them so I don’t have to touch the wet…just feels gross to me.

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I love vintage stuff…love love love. I wear vintage and love the hunt.
But, when I go to vintage clothing stores, I get a creepy icky feeling. I don’t like to touch things and I hold my breath so I don’t take the air in...like I'm gonna get cooties. Because in my mind, it’s old and stinky and dirty and has been on someone else’s body from 40 years ago…even though I’m sure it has really been laundered since then. For example: polyester clothes from the 60s/70s. No way…very cute and all…but I could never let that fabric touch my body. I envy those girls who can just throw on a 60s crocheted poncho and be all about it…but ewww! Totally mental. It’s so stupid.

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I don’t like other people to be messy, but it’s okay for me to be. It’s like my eyes don’t see my pile of clothes that need to be hung or my dirty dishes. They’ve just become part of the décor somehow. But, if my husband’s are there, I know which ones are his and he dang well better take care of it immediately…totally weird.

Aren't I fascinating? But anyway…here are the lucky 7 that are now tagged by me:

-Pinku
-Red Lipstick
-Read This & Tell Me What it Says
-Designer Line
-Blue Rose Knits
-Living to Tell the Tale
-Knit Wit Girly

4.23.2008

UFO's


Okay, so I have a lot of catching up to do...and how am I gonna get all of my planned birthday/mothers day, etc. projects done with a broken wrist? Hmmm...don't think I'm gonna make it. I have 18 inches or so more to go on the Chevron scarf for my sister. Yes, I had to present it unfinished...which I so hate...but she understood that it was taking longer with the cast on. I hadn't posted any photos cause I didn't want her to catch a glimpse just in case.

NOTE: I HAVE AT LEAST 8 MORE WEEKS WITH THE CAST ON...OMG...I HATE THIS THING. OBVIOUSLY IT'S TEACHING ME A LESSON OF SOME SORT...WHAT COULD IT BE???ARGH!

These projects in the photos are all taking up space on my needles and so I have no needles to work with (my Denise cords anyway). The One Skein Wonder is for my friend Becky from at least two years ago maybe three..hopefully I can give it to her this year...if they are still in style...ugh. I need to make a second wrist warmer and will probably give those to Dawn for her bday. The orange thang is a bag for me. And, or course the little knit pants for my baby boy...those have got to be done...they probably won't fit him for sure now.

That's what I get for being a procrastinator. That's the way the cookie crumbles.