Here's a podcast from our last bout:

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And here is some video!

DOING INDY

AARRRGGHH!

So I'll admit it. I keep knitting in my purse. All. The. Time. I mean, I know I look like a crazy lady when I knit in line at the grocery, or bank, or while in movie theaters. But damnit. I don't like non-productive down time. I have hats, scarves, socks, blankets and sweaters to turn from WIP's to FO's!
Anyway, I made the mistake of putting newly restarted Quidditch Socks on their super tiny, super slick, dpn needles into my purse. Walked around. Tossed the purse to the back of the jeep a few times. It got jostled around on last nights catering gig too. Anyway, open up the purse today... a TON of my stitches fell off my needles. ARGH!

So with that:

Knitting Circles Around Socks


2 At a Time Socks

Anyone have either of these books? Is one better than the other? I am over the dpn thing with socks. Way, way over it.

Also, if anyone is done with one of these books and would care to trade, I have some super awesome yarn that I would be willing to swap out!

So it has taken me a bit to blog about the bout. I had to cool my head a bit, which resulted in a couple of deleted posts.
We lost, and it was a hard, hard loss for us. We made a lot of mistakes, and we played a team that had STUDIED us front to back. I'm talking videotaping our bouts for a year. They knew our moves, and our skaters front to back.
We started off strong, then lost focus. We didn't answer the fact that their pivot took the front every time until the 3rd period. (When Touretta would just knock her on her ass as soon as the whistle blew) We left our jammers to fend for themselves, and instead focused all of our energy containing their jammer. Big mistake. We needed to make up points. Instead we let them get the early lead, then spent the rest of the game with 0-0 jams.
Unk, our jammer ref in the second period, for some reason kept throwing Ace out on majors when she was jamming. No idea why. Hopefully the video will answer that a little better.
One of their girls, Juwanna Hurt, got thrown out in the 3rd period. The whistle blew, the jam was over, new skaters were lining up, our jammer was heading back to the bench when WHAM! Juwanna nailed her into the crowd. (to a big chorus of BOOOO from our audience)
One of our girls, then whacked her on her helmet like a school marm saying, "no!" It was kind of funny actually.
The after party was great as always. I discovered that Locals Only makes a fab gin and tonic, danced as much as my wrenched knee would allow, and had a great time hanging out with my girls. The CRG girls were for the most part okay, though some of them didn't leave it on the track. Hopefully our girls did, but I'm not sure since I didn't witness anything first hand.

So boo. We lost. Now we train our asses off and get our shit together. We've got another bout on April 19th against Bruise City!

The cover is finally on line for Knock Down Knits, thought it's not up on Amazon yet.

Check it out!

I'm pretty pleased with the way everything is coming together so far. I can't wait to see the actual layout and what was done with all the model shots and live shots!

Whew! This pattern was really, really simple. It just took me a while since I actually had to sit there, count rows, and read the pattern. The cable work was pretty breezy too.
Sorry for the crappy pic, but I forgot my camera today and had to try and take a picture of myself with my cell phone!It fits perfect, is warm and snuggly, perfect for the cold, nasty, first day of spring we're having!

Is this the way my day is going today?

After a horrific night last night, in which I came home in a grumpy mood, helped tend to Sassy Burrito, who is recovering from her spaying, went to bed and TRIED to sleep, I woke up with the worst knee pain ever. I suspect it's because the above mentioned Sassy Burrito managed to make her 5.2lb ass take up half the bed. And if you tried to move her at all, she started crying. Hearing something that tiny cry when YOU are the one who took her to the vet for the surgery makes it pretty hard to not just give her whatever she wants. (It's all made worse by the fact that they said she is too small for any pain killers)
Anyway, this morning.
I limp into work, then run to get milk at the store. As I'm getting ready to leave, this guy is checking me out. Hell yes I think! Hair in sloppy pigtails, oversized hoodie on, baggy jeans, no make up, and I am getting CHECKED OUT ANYWAY! Whoohooo! I casually move to flip my hood up as I head outside into the rain and....
Get my keys stuck in my hair. I had to try and casually play off the fact that my key ring was completely tangled into the top of my head.

Ugh.

Can I go back to bed yet???

I spent all day yesterday looking out at the bright sunshine and sunny skies. We put our outdoor tables out, opened up the doors to the shop and dreamed of getting off work at 4pm to go "play". Callie came over after work, we laced up our skates and hit the street, while the boys took our combined herd of dogs (all 5 of them between us) and went walking. We made it about 2 laps around the neighborhood before the rain started.
Boo.
In better news, one of our customers is adopting from Ethiopia. That is one of our "top choice" countries, but not many agencies are working with them, since it's such a new program. This customer though, gave me the name of the agency around here that does, so we'll hit the informational meeting!
It feels like their are so many agencies to choose from, but finding the right one can feel a bit impossible. The first one I went to seemed nice, but I just didn't feel a "fit". It was very formal, they spent most of the time talking about domestic infant adoption, and while I was open to their "plan three"which was for a domestic african american infant, they only did open adoption. I'm sorry that I'm not modern, or hip enough for that. But listening to some of the stories from parents that had adopted with the open adoption, I know it's just not something I'm comfortable with. There was one family that had the birth mother come to the kids first two birthday parties. Understand that I'm not knocking this in any way. I think it's absolutely a wonderful thing, if that is what you're comfortable with. I just know that I am not, so I shouldn't get involved with a program like that, just because I want a child so badly. If it takes me longer to go another route, than that is just what will happen!

So while posting on ravelry today, I realized that I never posted the completed picture of my Sandman Tattoo on my blog! So here it is!

It's been done for a few months now. Long enough for me to start getting the itch for a new one. I want a derby tattoo next, then I want Dream from the Sandman as well.

Look, I respect fire inspectors. But sometimes, i think they're trying a little too hard to keep people alive. 

For instance:
On the coffee shops most recent fire inspection, we were told we had to remove the "employees only" sign from our office door. The sign that has been there for over three years mind you! The reason it now needs to be removed? Our office is also the exit into the back alley. So if you were a customer, and caught on fire, or terrorists were attacking the coffee shop, and the front door were blocked by more fire or said terrorists, you might be "confused" by that sign, hesitate, or god forbid, fail to exit the building, because you know you are not an employee.

Now, this is where I think evolution just needs to kick in. If you, or the building you are in, catches on fire, or if terrorists are attacking, and you let an "employees only" sign stop you, you kind of need to die.
It's nothing personal. And it's not that I think ALL stupid people need to die. Just in this case. If you are taking up on the planet, sucking up resources, and don't escape a fire because an exit says employees only, you are taking up too much room.

Just sayin.

Sooo... I'm not typing this on my brand new mac. The reason being that my brand new mac is in Daniels hands, while he plays with Garage Band. Le sigh. I knew that would happen!

Saturday, we left the shop, let the puppies out, then made the long drive to the Fashion Mall, which is apparently the only dang place to "window shop" for a mac. (heehee) After wandering around the mall for 20 minutes, we finally found the apple store. And I learned along the way, that if I'm ever in the mood for a good laugh, take Dan to the fashion mall. His *loud* running commentary was cracking me up the entire time. (For those of you not from IN, the Fashion Mall tends to be where the people with more disposable income than us go)
Anyway, we walk into the Apple store and it is PACKED. I mean just crazy, crazy busy. It takes us about 10 minutes to muscle our way up to a laptop to see what they're all about. We fiddled around with it for about 20 minutes, trying to catch the eye of an employee. No good. They were outnumbered by customers a good 10 to 1. Finally I snagged one and got him over to the laptop we were looking at.
Here's where it gets really, really scary, and why I never want to go to the Apple store again.

We ask him about two questions, then while our heads are still spinning, he shows us the printers we can get free after rebate. Hops on his walkie talkie, turns to us, goes, "Matte or Glossy screen"? Dan says matte. Employee appears out of nowhere within about 3 seconds. Sets our boxes at our feet, he whips the machine off of his belt, takes our card, swipes it, confirms our email (I can only guess he had it because we have itunes. Scary) then next thing we know we're standing outside the store, in a massive amount of debt, with our receipt, our laptop and our printer, with about three other people and their packages looking just as shell shocked as we were. Dan said if a support group opened up next door they would do killer business. It was nuts! It was just so easy to buy one, you didn't even have to move from your spot. There's no "think this through" long march to the counter or anything!
Buuuttt, we have a Mac! So far we're still trying to get comfortable with it and see what it can do. The little things I'm noticing right off the bat are the better keyboard, light weight, and waaay long battery life. The picture on the screen is pretty amazing too!
After that, we went home, cleaned house a bit, and went to our friends Will and Holly's for game night. We played a few different games, including an 80's version of Outburst Jr. which was pretty funny. (You try and name 10 different brands of toothpaste from the 80's)! Then, it was Scene It, Harry Potter time.
Alright, I am a Harry Potter Nut. I mean, just stupid about it. So when Wills friend straight up challenged me, saying he knew way more... it was just on! I wiped the floor with him of course ;) Though, to be fair, he knew way more movie trivia than I did, ie, behind the scenes questions. It was a great night, until Dan pointed out that thanks to daylight savings, it was now 1:30 in the morning! Ugh.
Sunday felt extra long. Daylight savings always means the next work day is dead. Completely and utterly dead. Plus we were short an hour of sleep and I had practice, it made for a long day. We went to the movies right after, to see the next installment of the Living Dead series. Diary of Death or Death of Death, whatever you want to call it. It really, really sucked. It wasn't even bad in a campy funny way. It was bad in the way that I was wishing they could turn the lights up so I could knit. Checking my watch bad. We should have known. We got to the theater, and we were 6 of the 15 people there. Then we found out it was coming out on DVD in late April or early May. Um yea. Bad.
Will try to post some pictures up later. Hopefully from Mac. If I can figure it out, and drag Dan away from it.

I want them all!

String Dolls

So once again, 7" of snow predicted, and once again, we get maybe an inch. Why do I watch the news at all? Those poor guys, they just can't get a break with the weather this year! EDIT: We ended up getting lots of snow that night. So they were right, just a few hours off.

I cast on for the Hermione bobble hat from Charmed Knits last night. I'm stuck my sock, and didn't feel like dealing with figuring out where I messed up. So I'm stepping back for a second from them.

Annnddd... this weekend is daylight savings. I effing HATE daylight savings. With a passion. When you are as sleep deprived as I am you learn to really hate anything that messes with your sleep schedule. Plus, Indiana is so dumb about it. For instance, Dan drove to Evansville IN a couple weeks ago, and they were on a different time zone then us! How the hell is someone supposed to predict that a city in the same state will be on a different time zone? Stupid.

I might be dragging Dan to the apple store Saturday. We can't afford a Mac, but really, my laptop is dying a very quick death, and I refuse to buy anything with Vista. Plus, I showed Dan garage band on the mac. He fell a little in love I think. Not to mention the fact that I have put up with PC's for the past 7 years, and I STILL miss having a mac. The reign of PC's in our office needs to end. I am over them.
So I'm going to take him to the store to "look". I predict once he actually sees and touches one, he will want it.


Women, Wheels, Wicked Fun!


That's my gal Touretta Lynn, and it's her second book! So excited to see it coming out! The more roller derby books the better!

I've made very little sock progress, mainly due to the fact that I've glued to the computer screen plugging in numbers for taxes. That, and roller derby practice are taking it's toll on my knitting. We're only a couple of weeks away from our bout against the Cincinnati Roller Girls, so practice is major priority right now.
We had a speed skating coach come in Monday, which I know helped me like crazy. He showed me a couple of tricks on my form that just boosted my speed right away. It was great!

Here's the sock progress I do have to show right now:


I'm just starting to turn the heel. It's not going to be the prettiest sock in the world, but damnit, I am determined to break my sock curse!

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