Ceiling Cat Haz U 2

Our dear Prophet has passed away. My mother called me last night about 90 minutes after it happened, to tell me. My wonderful DD woke late this morning, but took extra care to dress in church clothes, in respect for President Hinckley. The Rexburg Temple is due to be dedicated next Sunday, and as I understand, plans had already been made for another member of the First Presidency to be there, rather than him, so it will probably go on as scheduled. If we follow tradition, President Monson will be ordained as prophet in the next few days.

I will miss President Hinckley. He has been so dear to us, even before he was Prophet.

Ceiling Cat Haz U Nao

If you don't already know, this is what I'm talking about.

Stuff Is Missing

You *always* lose something when you move. But I have lost some very precious things, and I'm quite upset about it. First and foremost, my marked-up scriptures. My working copy, so to speak. My BoM has something written on every single page, and the notes began in 1996. I even notated the pages where my daughter scribbled on them. Now, all is not totally lost, because before I left Rexburg, I made a copy of my BoM for a friend, and I know she would lend it back to me for a few weeks while I re-copied it. My D&C and Bible aren't marked up as much, and because of that I think all of those notes made it to my small-edition. The bag they are all in, is a special Kirks Folly bag that I got when I went to Fairyland 2000. It's a nice bag, but I really just want the contents. I am also missing a bag that has my pink Birkenstock sandals that my Mom bought me for Christmas a couple of years ago. I *think* it also has the special door-holding-open rock that I've had since 1991. I could be wrong on that count though. And then there's the sock yarn. I've lost my sock yarn. Not my huge sock yarn stash, but my leftovers stash. All the remnants of all the socks I've made. I had enough there for at least another six pairs of socks.

I have gone through almost every nook and cranny in this tiny house, and I have not come across these items. I am positive they all got into the truck with us. I am even sure I've seen them in the past 3 weeks. But now they are nowhere to be found.

Oh, and I woke up this morning with a sore throat. It's 20* outside, too.

We are home of the sharks......... yay?

*Today we have a guest blogger, DD*

Kai. So mai mommy and I went to the middle school to register for schooly... We got out of the car. We walked up to the scary doors of education and security. IT WAS LOCKED!!! There was a sign on the doors that told us to ring the bellithingy. So.... We rang the bell thing and the door unlocked. Kai, the first thing you see when you walk in is:




So take a little moment and uhmm... GAZE upon the very real-stuffed shark. I BELIEVE IT TO BE BEAUTIFUL....

Okais well lets stop staring at the purty sharkie now. SO! I shall continue my story.

Well, after seeing the shark, I was kinda excited. We walked into the office and..... there was the secretary. AHHHHH!!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!! Waaaaaah she's really scary. Wowzers! *cough she kinda looks like a dragon cough* Yup yup. And so after a veryveryvery long time of giving her papers and her yelling at us for not having the right stuff, she sent us out to the BIG scary hall of edjumacatin to wait for the registration secretary. Well, here is a picture of how it was while we were supposedly "waiting" for the registration secretaryperson.



Wowies!! It was... BORIN-nuuu i mean it was so much fun and HAPPY BUNNIES!!! hehehehehehehehe I like orange juice.

I think the only thing keeping us from falling asleep was making fun of the office peoples names.... WHICH we did take a picture, but i don't really feel like putting it on here.

Well, the registration secretary came back and we talked to her for a bit. She is KINDA COOL! But, ya kno, not.... cool. And we had to fill out this paper thingy for gym clothes... grr i do not really care for gym.

Yes well this unpleasant experience could not have possibly prepared me for the next few days of.....ABSOLUTE HORROR~!! dun dun duuuuun... or for mathnetters, dun dun dun dun. DUUUUUUN!

My Oscar Acceptance Speech

It's way longer than 45 seconds, and some of it is repeated from that last post. So go get a beverage of your choice and put on a CD and we'll get this started. And if you've got a short attention span, too bad. I am naming Everybody here so you don't want to miss your own name.

In no particular order, I would like to thank my DD, for getting through the day with grace and maturity. I forgive you for forgetting my shoes! My parents, for their love and support both moral and financial. Tan, for some lovely Wollmeise, and a wonderful girls' day out. Come to Rhinebeck! Kim and Val, for sock yarn, chocolate cake, and well wishes. Rita, Brenda and Tina, for being such neat LYS-people. Monica and Cheryl, for the beautiful pink laceweight yarn. Tina and Ronda, for pizza and company, and good girlfriends. Liz, for the wonderful experience of a three hour pedicure! That was so relaxing and thoughtful. Rae, for being an awesome boss. Sheron, JeCo, JeBla, Cory, Jean, Stan, Jacq, Michelle, and all my other teammates at Convergys. I will miss seeing you. Pam, for tea and sympathy. My doctor Deb, for making a house call to see to the ulcer on my dad's leg, and talking to me and DD at all hours of the day and night. My home teachers Marcus and Pat. My visiting teacher/RS President Becky, for saving my arse at the last minute. My neighbours Mindy and Darin, and Chelcie and Jesse, for taking my extraneous stuff. Daryol and Rena, for schlepping my bed up to Idaho, and for running the music at the wedding. I will miss you guys immensely. Jeanine, Barbara T, Barbara A and Barbara C for helping my mom. Kolette, for being so patient and waiting arounnd until we got there, and for keeping me company while I got dressed. Marjorie and Kelsie, for insisting on trying to make my hair look sort of presentable, and for being in charge of photos on my camera. Emily, for waiting as long as you possibly could before going home to a hungry infant. Flora and Aggie, for being our best man and matron of honor, and for doing our flowers and general fix-it folks. We love you So. Much. Mole and Mani, for being game enough to dress up in your card gowns. You both looked absolutely beautiful. Tamar and Jamukha, for bringing your children and also Christian and Carol with you. We are so glad you joined us. Paul, for going through what was probably one of the hardest things in your life. Don't let this affect you negatively, please. Shauna, for always being such a wonderful example to me. I am so glad I followed my prompting to find you. All of our guests from 11th Ward and 1st Ward. I am glad you thought enough of us to come see us on our day, even though we were so delayed. Kevin, for marrying us, even though you'd only been a bishop 2 weeks. Any wedding after ours will be a piece of cake! Josh and Charity, for upstaging us by being in the hospital having a baby! Luke, for sending me a congratulatory text. Guy and Machel, for not only coming to help us clean, but also for helping us re-pack the RV. The staff at the hospital in Kimball NE, for hauling the doctor-on-call out to look at my infected finger on Christmas Eve. Walgreens, for being open on Christmas Day. Flying J, for having such nice showers and restaurants. Mary and Duncan, for meeting us in Middlebury IN for lunch. I wish it could have been longer. Paul and Alison, for helping us unload the RV while wearing church clothes in a downpour. Barbara T again, for taking DD with her to Baltimore to visit her daughter while we drive across the country. I didn't have to worry one minute about her. Helen and Adrian for hosting Barbara and DD, and for letting me covet your pink wool blanket. It exactly matches my yellow one and it will be very happy with us. Liz and Ronda again, for calling me this week. I really miss you guys. Tina again, for sending me random texts. I have this terrible feeling that I am forgetting folks. If I've forgotten you, leave a comment reminding me. I promise to get thank-you cards out as soon as I can find them!

We Tied The Faery Knot!

I got married on Friday, but I've been so incredibly busy that I'm just now posting. We are in a Flying J truckstop in Evanston, WY where we slept in our rented RV last night.

I don't have all the photos yet, only those taken on my camera, by our 14-year-old photographer. As soon as I get the photos from other people, I'll post some more.

We had under-estimated the speed the RV could travel and, as a result, were 90 minutes late to our own wedding! But we were forgiven, and everyone had a good time. We took about 10 minutes to get dressed, then flew down the aisle so that we could get to the good part of eating dinner! My DD had forgotten my box with the things in it that I needed, including my shoes, so I didn't wear any! Our dear friends Aggie and Flora were our best man and matron of honour, and they dressed as the Snow King and Queen. The poor bishop had been put in less than 3 weeks ago, and it was his first wedding. But he did very well, and it was all fine. I wish you all could have been there, but we had such fun with those who were able to come. I want to give particular thanks to Daryol and Rena, who brought my bed from Logan to Rexburg. I wanted to give it to my folks for their guest bedroom, and more particularly my grandmother who is currently occupying that room. I also want to thank Kolette and Marjorie, who helped me get dressed. And Emily, for waiting as long as she could before leaving to go home and feed her baby. Mole and Mani, for dressing up in their card dresses and looking so beautiful. To Shauna, for being Shauna. To Paul, for coming so early, and staying so late. To Barbara, Barbara, and Jeanine, who helped to decorate and put the food together. I'll have to do some more thinking and continue this post later.

Countdown

So I'm going to post this and then pack up the computer.

Last week I spent time with my friends. Monday, I met Tan and we shopped and had lunch. She gave me a skein of Wollmeise in this incredible black/purple colourway. And the bag it came in, has knitting instructions in German, which will be helpful if I ever run across a pattern written in German and I need to translate it.





And then Tuesday I got together with Val and Kim. I got some lovely sock yarn, and I got to see Val teaching Kim how to use a drop-spindle. Also pictured is some sock yarn I received from Tina on Thursday.
Also Thursday was our LYS's gift exchange. I had brought a skein of KnitPicks Bare superwash worsted. I had meant to buy the Bare sock yarn but I made a mistake. What I got was some Regia in a colourway I've been wanting for a long time. There should be enough to make a full pair of socks for myself. Friday was regular fiber night at the other LYS, where I received a beautiful skein of pink laceweight yarn.

Tonight I'm getting together with three more friends, and Wednesday is my last SCA meeting. Thank you, everyone! I will miss you all very much.

In Search Of . . . .

Please, if I could get all you little detectives out there in blog-land to help me, I'd really appreciate it. I am looking for a specific item. To wit: Pentel brand R.S.V.P ballpoint pen, fine line, pink colour. I have tried in office-supply stores, but they have the more basic colours. I need pink, because that is how I make notations in my scriptures, and have done for over 15 years. I don't really like gel-ink pens, I much prefer ballpoint. So if any of you are out shopping and run across this little gem, please let me know. Thank you!

Back to our regularly-scheduled program of packing.

And This One Reminded Me of My Daughter

This Reminded Me of My Dad For Some Weird Reason

Update

My jaw is still sore, but the pain is much less.

The counter is down to 14 days, and I am beginning to Freak Out! Several wonderful people have come over for an hour or two and we have gotten quite a bit done. Tonight my plan is to clean out the pantry, and take all the canned goods to the concert on Sunday at the Tabernacle. If you're in my area, please come to this concert. Craig Jessop is directing our choir on two pieces. Since this is the closest I will ever get to singing in the Mormon Tabernacle Choir, I am very excited.

Only one more week of work, and I'm taking Monday off to go play with my friend in Ogden. Tuesday night is a hen party with some more friends, and Thursday is our gift exchange at the LYS.

I am currently having severe knitter's ADD. I need some Knitalin I think. I have only one FO, and I actually already wrapped it up without photographing it. I am just 10 rows and the toe away from finishing PB's socks, so those should be done tonight. They have been so incredibly boring, so it has taken me over a month to knit them. I've taken many breaks to knit on more interesting projects, but as a consequence, I've finished nothing. Okay not totally true. I finished a Monstersocken yesterday. Now *those* are interesting to knit. Not boring at all.

I've still got space on my calendar for packing/cleaning help.

Little-Known Fact

Apparantly you can sprain your jaw.

Last Wednesday (you know, T minus one) there was no school. So DD stayed home and "packed her stuff". I called her about halfway through my shift to remind her that before we could leave for Grandma's house, all the trash had to be taken out and the kitchen thoroughly cleaned. I should have just left right then, when she told me that she couldn't take out the trash, because the outside bins were full. But I didn't listen to that mother's intuition. She called me awhile later and said she was "finished", and could she please go to her friend's house until I got home. Again, I should have gone home. I didn't.

When my shift (full of even stoopider and crayzier people than usual) ended I went home, expecting to load up Moby Dick (did I forget to mention that I'd been driving the white Cadillac since Halloween?) and get going on up to Rexburg. DD wasn't home, but all her stuff was hanging out next to my front door. I looked a bit askance at it as I unlocked the door and rushed upstairs to use my very own, private ladies' room (see previous post). I proceeded to round up all the trash and take it out myself, because I never leave the house for more than a day without removing the trash and making sure the kitchen is clean.

~~Dun dun DUN~~

The outside trash cans were all lined up neatly, ready to be taken away by the City of Logan. They didn't look stuffed to the gills; their lids were barely pushed up. I opened a lid, ready to throw my Hefty bag in. I saw clothing. And books. And videocassettes. And appliances. And lamps. And red.

The DD was able to hear me tell her to come home from two blocks away without the benefit of Cingular.

She decided (for the first time in about ever) that discretion was the better part of valour, and that she had better help me remove all non-trash from the trash bins in a very timely manner. This done, we proceeded to wash two loads of laundry, take out every trash can in the house, and get that kitchen the cleanest it's been since we moved in. And then we loaded Moby Dick.

I don't really like driving. I prefer driving a standard to an automatic, because if I'm going to be stuck behind the wheel, at least I want to be entertained by having something to do. Clutching and shifting, preferably while eating, drinking, or talking on the phone, qualifies as entertaining. I can drive with my knees for several miles, when need be. I totally want to drive on the Autobahn and see what I'm capable of at 120 mph.

Moby Dick is a car that our family was really grateful to get. He came to live with my folks right after my uncle died. It had belonged to my aunt, and it was her errand-running outfit. He's a two-door Cadillac El Dorado, in pearl white. At age 38, I felt a lot conspicuous driving it, even if it were for only a month while my cute little beluga whale (white Ford Escort) was being convinced to keep going for just a few more weeks.

Ol Moby has been feeling his age the past little while. He chose to manifest it by refusing to warm the interior of the car, on the coldest day of the year so far. It takes two and a half hours to get to Rexburg from Logan, mostly going the speed limit. I hate being cold. Once I'm cold, it takes a lot for me to get warm again. I clenched my jaw the whole two point five hours.

It's been a week now, and I am still breakfasting on 600 mg of Advil, with a 10am chaser of Tylenol, followed by a 1pm second round of Advil. (Rinse and repeat.) And copious amounts of Diet Coke and chocolate. (And don't think I haven't noticed that I can buy Diet Coke Plus in Idaho, but not in Utah.) I've returned Moby Dick to his parking space in Rexburg, and retrieved my cute little beluga whale and have been quite entertained by driving it around town this week.

It's for sale. Won't pass Utah state inspection, but Idaho doesn't care. I hope the car I get in PA will be a standard. I like shifting.

For Sale or Trade

I am down-sizing, and I have some magazines that need new homes. I have several years' worth of Martha Stewart Living Weddings, including the premiere issue. All are in very good condition, except the premiere issue, which I bought off Ebay and it's seen better days. I also have about eight years of Herb Companion. All six issues of Breathe magazine (it was short-lived), and several years' worth of Yoga Journal and Yoga International. All of these are in good to very-good condition, as I take care of my things. If you're interested, send me an email or leave a comment. I really don't want to just toss them.

~~ETA~~
The Yoga Journal and Yoga International have found a new home.

Mayday!

Which, translated from the French, is m'aidez. That means "Please help me!" See that ticker on my banner? It is counting down days. Now subtract a day, and that's how many days I have left to pack up and clean my apartment. My DD thought it was all beyond her, and so she went to stay with Grandma until it's all over. So I have no help at all, and I desperately need some! Mostly I need someone(s) to come and keep me company while I do what needs doing. If someone(s) *wanted* to dig in and also do what needs doing, I wouldn't turn them down. Add to this, a pair of socks for the VIP's DS, a pair of socks for my friend PB, a pair of socks for the VIP, the second of a pair of wristwarmers for my DD, *and* a Baby Surprise Jacket for my nephew who is due around Christmas. All of my extraneous furniture has new homes, except my entertainment center. I just have to empty all the shelves and drawers so that said furniture can go live at their new homes. I have plenty of boxes, and I know where to get more if I need them. I have plenty of packing tape. I have all the cleaning supplies. But please, I need someone to come help me. Please?

Ravelry

I'm in!! Username is TolaFaery. Now how do I set up a Flickr account?

SCA

Our local newspaper has published an article about our SCA group here in Logan. As with any news story, they got part of it right. Ignore the comments, they are made by people of small mind and smaller imagination.

Antsy

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Random Pet Peeve

*Warning* Absolutely no knitting content

The ladies' room where I work has 16 stalls. I really really hate it when I've entered a stall, and someone comes and occupies the stall right next to me. I like my privacy, and I've been known to move stalls just so that I can get it. Or I wait until the other person has finished and then I take care of my business.

Does this bug anyone else, or am I just strange?

Happy Halloween!

My
pumpkin
didn't
win
the
grand
prize,
but
I
think
it
was
the
best.










In knitting news, I've made Halloweenie Socks from Trekking 81. Siri made some too, and called them Starfish Socks, because they reminded her of the purple and orange starfish along the Oregon Coast. I made them 2x2 rib, all the way down on 68 stitches, and then gave them to DD because they fit her better. She loves them, and I'll be making another pair for myself, because I really love this colourway. I also made a pair in Trekking 155 for the VIP, but they have been lost by the USPS. So that means I get to re-purchase this yarn and re-knit this pair.



These are made from the sock yarn I bought at Woolbearers when I went to visit the VIP last month. I really love this yarn so much. It has some nylon in it, but it's not superwash, so they have felted just the tiniest bit, and this makes them so incredibly soft and lovely. I have two more colourways of this, and I cannot wait to knit them into socks.

And that's about it. Don't eat too much candy!

~~ETA~~
Big thanks to the VIP who spent three hours on the phone with me, getting my wireless router and laptop all hooked up. He has the patience of an almost-saint!

I Cannot Even Believe This

If rappers, gangsters, and prisoners want to off each other, I say fine. Less tax-payer money being directed that way if there are fewer of them. But now, Lucky Dube's luck has run out. I am so sad.

I first heard Lucky when I was in college at BYUH, from 1990 to 1993. He had an inimitable voice and style. You could always tell a Lucky Dube song from the first few notes, just like you can tell a U2 song. It's just his "sound". His voice was sweet and unique, like Jon Anderson's. He wrote and sang about social problems in both his native South Africa and around the world.

Rest well, Lucky. God bless your family.