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June 13, 2005

Take a picture, it'll last longer

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Saturday, June 11
6:35 a.m. Wake up to Frankie meowing on my chest. This is either the "Pet me, I'm lonely" meow or the "Feed me, so so hungry" meow. Neither of which are appreciated at the butt crack of dawn on a Saturday.

6:37 a.m. Contemplate selling all four cats on eBay.

7:10 a.m. Wonder what I was smoking when I thought it would be a great idea to rent a tiller and dig up the back yard for a garden. Wonder where on earth to find a tiller in Los Angeles. Must have coffee to fully understand error of ways.

8:07 a.m. Decide Tomorrow Is Another Day, and probably a better day for the Great Tiller Adventure.

8:09 a.m. Remember I have to go to Post Office. Then, sadly, remember payday is not for three more days. Must conserve all necessary resources until payday.

8:22 a.m. Wonder if I can accept sugar daddy applications online.

8:48 a.m. Remember that I am going to Ellen's Saturday knitting group at the Farmer's Market and feel completely freed of all other obligations, because Knitting Comes First.


Pictures (click for big):

Ellen in her amazing Serafina shawl, which is so pretty and perfectly matched her outfit:

   

You would not believe it until you saw it, but yes, Ellen crocheted a set of headrest covers for her car!! I call them seat cozies because I think everything knitted or crocheted is essentially a cozy. Don't you? A hat is a head cozy. A shrug is a shoulder cozy. A tank top is a boob cozy. Socks are foot cozies. You get the picture. And I about died with love when I saw these headrest cozies:

   

After Saturday SNB, Jennifer and I went to Target for the essentials (which in my world seems to be cat litter because OH WITH THE POOPING. You have never seen cats poop so much. In fact, they poop more than I feed them, like somehow they are manufacturing poop in their little furry behinds and if I could find a way to power a vehicle with cat poop, I'd be the richest woman alive and never need a sugar daddy. No sir.)

At Target, we have to wander up and down every aisle in order (which means start at the front of the store and walk all the way around the perimeter, then do the middle) because if not, I feel like I am missing Target and I complain, loudly, that we are MISSING all the TARGET and the GOODNESS. This is how my mind works. Like I managed to conquer my spastic synapses and sensory overload tendencies by applying a grid to the Target. But it works! I never miss the good stuff!

We found the summertime essentials aisle and spent a fair twenty minutes debating which kind of pool I should buy for the party* and Jennifer was kind enough to try them out for quality control purposes only:

   


I did not purchase a pool (see "payday" above) but I'm also not sure I need a mosquito-breeding habitat in the backyard, what with our West Nile issue and all. Ya'll know how I am with Nature. Nature wants to kill me -- I don't want to add fuel to the fire.

*The Party Footnote
I am actually throwing myself a birthday party, which is BIZARRE since I hate to draw attention to my birthday and never celebrate it, not really. Because birthdays stress me out. But you know. New year. New me. No husband to wake me up and say Happy Birthday. You have to make your own happiness in this world, I think, instead of waiting for someone to bring it to you. Plant your own garden. (Well, unless you're me and are immobilized by the thought of renting a tiller.) (But, really, plant your own garden. The metaphorical kind.) Also: longest freaking footnote ever. Love Mondays!

Finally, The Hat. (Again.)

My current hat obsession has led to several key insights.

1) I have gauge issues
2) I cannot count
3) When talking, do not attempt to also do decrease rows

Laina's perfectly nice scarf which morphed into a hat (thank you, OCD!) was coming along just fine until I realized I had once again created a very, very large mushroom. This is not because I am a bad knitter, as I previously suspected. This is in fact because I am brain dead at The Math and cannot even count. Therefore, my gauge (which I usually "guestimate") is always wrong. You can see why I also have issues with the cooking.

Yet, not all is lost. I plan to fix this hat by adding a fluffy off-white faux-fur-ish lining. I'm thinking I'll just knit another hat and seam them together. Right now, Laina is thinking, THANK GOD I MOVED TO BOSTON where I don't have to see CRAZY OLD PURL and wear her crazy FUNKIFIED HAT. And you thought moving to Boston would be just for grad school. Here it's saved you embarrassment and ridicule. But you know I expect a picture of you in this hat!

   


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Giant Godzilla hat prepares to eat tiny Los Angeles.

Posted by laurie at June 13, 2005 10:21 AM

Comments

I daily have thoughts of selling my three cats and dog on ebay, but they would probably only bring about 50 cents...total.

Wish I could come to the birthday party...I would bring a good red wine!

Posted by: Mary in Boston at June 13, 2005 10:25 AM

OMG you are using four dpn!!! (worshipping at your feet while clutching my two circulars---still petrified of those scary evil things!!)
Happy Early Birthday!! You know you'll have to take pics of all the goodies for us!!

Posted by: Lesli at June 13, 2005 10:38 AM

When is the official birthday, oh Cancer goddess?

Posted by: Amy at June 13, 2005 10:47 AM

June 22, but the party is this saturday OH MY GOD I am having party anxiety already. It's going to be a very small thing, a backyard BBQ. If any of ya'll want to come, email me :)

Posted by: laurie at June 13, 2005 10:49 AM

And by small, I mean small. Like I am only making hamburgers. And my house is TINY, with one bathroom, and I have to clean it and buy food and ice and I am freaking out, why did I think this was a good idea? Really? You know, us cancers want to have parties and feed people, but we also want to stay home alone and feel sorry for ourselves. It's a constant battle to see which impulse wins out LOL.

Posted by: laurie at June 13, 2005 10:54 AM

I like to think of kiddie pools as staging areas for alcohol.... fill with ice & then beer & other assorted beverages.

Posted by: vanessa at June 13, 2005 10:55 AM

la la la me and the comments are having a therapy session, ya'll don't mind the crazy lady

I don't want a party! this is a dumb idea! my house will never be clean enough.

but it will be fun if people get to hang out and drink and eat and just chitchat, maybe it will be fun?

hope I don't drop the food this time. ARGH party anxiety!!!!!!

Posted by: laurie at June 13, 2005 10:55 AM

when you make your cat poop car conversion, send me the schematic. While I'd only be able to drive 1/2 as far as you (only 2 cats), I'd appreciate the gas savings.

Posted by: cant_talk_knitting at June 13, 2005 11:01 AM

What?! No dirt burgers at this party! And to think I was considering making the trip.

"somehow they are manufacturing poop in their little furry behinds" -- tears streaming down face I am laughing so hard

Posted by: Anonymous at June 13, 2005 11:13 AM

Helps if I fill in the blanks...jeez, what a Monday!

Posted by: NolaPete at June 13, 2005 11:14 AM

You could always just give in to BOTH of your opposing Cancerian impulses... you know, invite everybody, go insane getting ready, and then- on the big day- lock the door and seclude yourself with all the party booze and pretend you don't hear anyone ringing your bell.

Just kidding, don't do that. Enjoy your party, you will have a grand time!

Posted by: Mary-Heather at June 13, 2005 11:25 AM

PETE they were NOT "dirt burgers" they were "GROUND burgers" ahem.

Mary Heather, I love your suggestion!!!

Posted by: laurie at June 13, 2005 11:26 AM

yes, kiddie-pools = beer staging! those things hold tons of ice and tons of beer. You can also add water balloons to them for the entertainment

Posted by: April at June 13, 2005 11:28 AM

hey Raurie,

Some of your guests ougta help out with the food situation (see payday) and bring a little something to nibble on ...or better yet......to DRINK.

You provide the sweet tea, the hot coals and the plates.

The swimming pools do make GREAT places to ice down massive amounts of liquid wonderment. Then, after all the bottles and cans are gone.. they ain't too bad for icing down a hot bod neither.

Happy Birthday! (Mine was on June 7th)

Nancy F.

Posted by: Nancy France at June 13, 2005 11:36 AM

Also - I COMPLETELY understand the need to browse Target in its convenient grid format! How else are you to find all of the wonderful clearance items located at the end of the aisles?
And the Giant Godzilla hat is beautiful and does not look that big to me... maybe we need a wine glass for scale?

Posted by: vanessa at June 13, 2005 11:40 AM

OMG I love the crocheted headrest covers! I'd love some for my truck!

Posted by: Dee at June 13, 2005 11:51 AM

Oof, I didn't know "dirt" was dirty. My bad, "ground" burgers.

Posted by: NolaPete at June 13, 2005 12:02 PM

The "seat cozies" ARE cute, but all I can think of is how badly they would make my hair tangle!

Posted by: Deb at June 13, 2005 12:09 PM

hey happy birthday! when is the blessed event?

i just welcomed laina to boston. if she doesn't melt, she'll do just fine.

Posted by: maryse at June 13, 2005 12:12 PM

Oh my goodness I hear ya on the poop. It is amazing how much they manufacture. Incredible. Whoever thought that such cute little furries would produce so much waste and stank!

Posted by: LisaB at June 13, 2005 12:14 PM

Cool, we have the same B-Day! I'm going to be "Still not 40." You? We're also on the cusp of Gemini, "The Twins", giving us not one, not two, but THREE crazy lady personalities to comfortably slide into...

The cats and the poo. Follow this simple rule: "One is like one and two is like ten." When I had one cat, it was no biggie. When the second cat arrived, I thought I was going to die!! The POO!!!

You, having four cats, have infinite poop.

Posted by: Shelly at June 13, 2005 12:16 PM

Ok. I'm with Vanessa. Buy the pool. Fill it with ice. Folks can put beer, white wine, ketchup bottles, anything that needs to stay cold in it. Then they DON'T NEED TO GO IN THE HOUSE (except to pee, so only clean the route to the bathroom).

Alternative way to avoid cleaning the house -- only invite people who love you more than a clean house. there will be plenty. Have fun. I'll drink beer in your honour on June 22 (which is also my brother's birthday but I like you better) when I will be flying home to Ottawa from Vancouver and will need one anyway even without the excuse.

Posted by: Jo in Ottawa at June 13, 2005 12:17 PM

Happy Birthday Laurie. I'm right behind you, June 26. And guess what? I'm having a party too. Although, it's at the BEST Mexican Restaurant ever cuz I learned my lesson lastyear when I had the BBQ at my house. But it was WAAAAAAAY fun. You gotta do it! I do have one word for you though CATER! (El Pollo Loco, like mine) =) Wish I could be there, but I'm in SF, can't make it to LA that fast. I'll be at Kristy's though. You should come. =)

Posted by: Valerie at June 13, 2005 12:18 PM

Heh heh. Jen looks 12 years old in those pictures. "I like THAT one! Buy me THAT one Auntie Laurie!" ... Sorry, Jen.

Posted by: Jeff at June 13, 2005 12:27 PM

A pool is a beer-cozy (in a non-knitted way). Be sure to fill it with ice, water & salt (much colder -- I saw it on "Mythbusters," so it must be true).

Next hat challenge -- crochet. You start at the top (instead of the bottom), so the chances of ending up with scary mushroom head are smaller.

Posted by: Sara at June 13, 2005 12:48 PM

Happy birthday to us June people!! My b-day is this Wednesday, the 15th.

Posted by: Brianna at June 13, 2005 12:54 PM

OMG!!! We have the same birthday!! Hope your party rocks. :)

Posted by: limedragon at June 13, 2005 12:56 PM

hahaha. Jeff-- When Laurie e-mailed me to tell me I was on the internets, my response was: "hahahaha. I am 12." Spooky how we siblings think alike!

Laurie, I can't wait for your par-tay! Finally you are letting us celebrate your greatness!

Posted by: jen at June 13, 2005 12:58 PM

Haven't received my invite yet...well, other than verbal that is...LOL. Hey are you going to SNB on Thursday? I'll bug you there.

Posted by: Regina aka LadyLinoleum at June 13, 2005 01:02 PM

.......At Target, we have to wander up and down every aisle in order (which means start at the front of the store and walk all the way around the perimeter, then do the middle)......

Holy Guacamole! This is EXACTLY how I shop, and why oftentimes I must shop alone, because my friends know me and apparently don't enjoy not missing anything.

Posted by: ~drew emborsky~ at June 13, 2005 01:20 PM

That's super spooky.

Posted by: Jeff at June 13, 2005 01:44 PM

I shop at Target the same way. Scary. We should start a club - you, me, Drew, Jen......

We have a Super Target. Do you have a Super Target? It is a Target with a grocery store.

Posted by: Crystal at June 13, 2005 01:46 PM

Cancer and Aquarius must be in cahoots... I get the exact same party anxiety!

While at grad school I've stopped having birthday parties... I have "once-a-year-invite-a-bunch-of-people-over-for-dinner-party." (I pretend I'm too grown up for birthday parties... plus, no candles to mark age.... well, there wasn't until people caught on.) Definitely do pot-luck grill. It went over *great* at my place. :) (Much cheaper, too.)

Posted by: andrea at June 13, 2005 01:46 PM

OMG we don't have the same birthday! LOL.
The Hat that Ate Los Angeles - wow that would be some hat! Raow! RAOW! Fear me I am the Hat.....

Posted by: lynne s of oz at June 13, 2005 01:57 PM

Even Martha Stewart's Living says its perfectly OK to enlist guest help at the party -- set the table, be in charge of bringing out ice cream in event of drunken hostess (not that you would *ever* do that...), etc.

As for house cleanliness -- I figure that each one of my friends gets one look at a super clean house, the first time they come over, & then I don't care anymore. So just invite people who've seen your house before cause first impression = lasting impression. "My that CTK does keep a clean house." ha ha. Or make new people wear sunglasses inside the house -- they will never see dust or dirt because their vision is darkened!

Posted by: cant_talk_knitting at June 13, 2005 02:31 PM

Well if you do buy a pool you can always fill it with ice, then fill the ice with beer.

Posted by: Rebekah at June 13, 2005 02:33 PM

That hat is loverly! Beautiful! I am such a baby knitter. So far all I've done is just knit and purl and knit and purl these long, insane things. But soon I will be starting more earnest endeavors, like a scarf for the Best Friend who is leaving me in August to go to school in stinky North Carolina.

/rant

Posted by: Jo at June 13, 2005 02:36 PM

if you find out the answer to your thought at 8:22 am was yes, would you please send me the link to the site... :-)

Happy (early) Birthday!

Posted by: rg at June 13, 2005 02:39 PM

Once again you have me laughing soooo hard on a Monday ...or any day I read your blog which is ALWAYS!!!! Why don't you pick up stitches with that fur crap stuff and just knit another hat that way and then stuff it all inside the hat for a furry lining thing...
btw, HAPPY HAPPY...

Posted by: Susanne at June 13, 2005 02:54 PM

Love the seat cozies! And the pool with ice and beer and other alcoholaneous beverages! Then, when you get sunburned, you can dunk for brewskis and soothe your skin all at once, and call it multitasking.

Posted by: Linda L. at June 13, 2005 03:03 PM

I am extremly relieved to hear that someone else does the 'Target walk'. My friends think I have issues..lol. I think your hats look great. I keep wanting to drop all my knitting and knit a hat too after reading you blog.

Posted by: Michelle at June 13, 2005 03:53 PM

Pictures will be supplied upon demand :)

The hat pics look great; I heart blue.

Posted by: Laina at June 13, 2005 04:07 PM

my sister and i have a similar party anxiety. love planning the party. i love cooking the food. but once people show up....we hide in the kitchen drinking....pretending we have hostess stuff we're doing.

on the cleaning: i figure my friends are more concerned with having a good time than the cleanliness of my house. so don't worry about it.

on the food: costco is your friend. they have lots of premade stuff you can buy, serve on your plates and look like you slaved all day.

here's wishing you a happy, stress-free party! and a fabulous 29th birthday! (right? wink-wink)

Posted by: taral at June 13, 2005 04:08 PM

6:30 cat wake up?? That's *heaven* compared to my 5:30 am-sit-on-your-belly-and-meow-because-I'm-a-perpetually-starving-cat wake up call! Every day. Harumph.

Posted by: stacyo at June 13, 2005 04:14 PM

Happy Birthday!!! I love your blog so much.

Also, I find that when I drink (usually wine from a glass the size of my head) my gauge changes. I'm not kidding. It took me a while to figure this out but it's true for me.

Hope this helps.

Posted by: Chelee at June 13, 2005 05:04 PM

happy birthday from one of your crazy blog stalkers! is there any chance of finding out where to send birthday goodies? um, and i'm not really crazy. or stalking you. i do however think you're hilarious (in a good way!) and love to read your blog.

Posted by: wendy at June 13, 2005 05:16 PM

I know this is a TOTALLY radical idea .... but have you ever considered making felted hats? Meaning hats that you knit with wool you are not supposed to wash, you PURPOSELY knit it HUGE and then.... (ready??) ..... YOU WASH IT! In HOT water no less! Actually, it would be even better if the person you gave the hat to was required to wash the hat. That way, if it was still too big, it would obviously be the problem of the washer and not the knitter!

Posted by: Felicia at June 13, 2005 05:26 PM

Me too with the Target shopping pattern. Well, really, it's obviously the best way.

Are you doing what She Just Walks Around With It Kristy did -- inviting everyone to your party? Hrmmmm?

Posted by: San Francisco Knitter at June 13, 2005 05:43 PM

Happy Birthday from a new reader! I can so sympathize with the cats. I have three, and i swear I could starve them for days, and they would still be pooping. When does the madness stop?

Great cozy's for the headrests too.

Posted by: Liz at June 13, 2005 06:17 PM

God bless Target and all it's Target goodness...

Posted by: Christie at June 13, 2005 08:15 PM

There's a SATURDAY knitting group at the Farmer's Market?? A knitting group on a day that I don't work? Huh. Of course if I went to the Farmer's Market I'd just do something dumb like buy a bunch of food and that would lead to me actually cooking our meals instead of paying someone else to bring them to me and clean up after me while I drink beer.

Posted by: jenifleur at June 13, 2005 08:48 PM

My turtle's name is Sir poopsalot.

Damn poop.

Posted by: Danielle at June 13, 2005 09:34 PM

Can't help but notice that not many guys post anything here...so I just had to (um, again). Besides, I have a little crush on you. Dude....www.homedepot.com rents rototillers, just go to tool rentals, lawncare, tillers...etc. The pain is getting that mofo from the store to your place. You'd need a truck or trailer, or you could see if they deliver. Best to till before the valley turns to scorched earth temp. --->(sorry...I dont knit)

Posted by: Tom at June 14, 2005 01:07 AM

Happy Birthday!!! I just wanted you to know that while looking at some beautiful alpaca fiber yesterday, I picked it up, and SMELLED it. See. You are not a lone smeller of fiber. And I wasn't aware there was any other way to shop the Target.

Posted by: chris at June 14, 2005 03:23 AM

I think you should get TOM to come over and help with the whole tiller thing. He seems to know what he is doing. And I bet he likes ground burgers and beer. Get Jen to come too for safety if you like :-)

Posted by: Jo in Ottawa at June 14, 2005 05:34 AM

OMG MY birthday is June 22!!! No wonder I love your blog so much!
(Hi Shelley. All of us cusp ladies wandering around here from one personality to another.)

Remember, things could be worse - you could be turning 40 on June 22, like I am.

Remember too that according to your horoscope (which I am clinging to like a drowning person) we are due for new good things as soon as Saturn gets out of our house! July 16, here we come. (I could tell as soon as Mars came in on June 11. I could. I felt better right away.)

(But I sure wish the comment software would let me make paragraph breaks instead of running everything together. We Cancers are picky that way.)

Posted by: Anne at June 14, 2005 07:25 AM

Ya know..everytime I buy that 45 lb bag of dog food (one dog is 80 lbs, the other 35) I wonder how this turns into 100 lbs of dog droppings in the yard. OMG I bet the garbage man hates us!

Posted by: Cheryl at June 14, 2005 08:20 AM

Headrest cozies, how beautiful! Thanks for the photos!

Posted by: Patricia at June 15, 2005 08:33 AM

You would SO be my hero if you rent that tiller!

Posted by: Laurie at June 15, 2005 12:59 PM