Oh but my. I have no words to explain the pristine awe in which I have been spending my days this week in the lake country of just shy of Michigan but still Wisconsin. Bald eagles buzz our boat daily. They poo in our pines. Seriously, do you know just how big these birds are??? I picked up a feather off of the beach the other day. It's 20 inches long. Insert google eyed smiley here. Big. Bird.
I pulled a solid orb of quartz out of the lake...and it's the size of a large grapefruit. This rock hound is in h.e.a.v.e.n. We're on Jute Lake and 75% of the shore is state park. We're the only ones inhabiting the 7 ish houses here. I canoe with the loons. I never want to leave.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Pictures, pictures, pictures
Lots to catch up on as usual. Finished spinning the Aisha Celia fiber. Andean plied.
Moving onto some fiber from the Alaskan adventure. Merino from RavenFrog Fibers:
The Seven Deadly Spins Club package #3 came! Hat pattern by StitchStud. Looks to be quite the challenge, It will have to wait until I've cleared some UFOs first so I can concentrate fully. This one might be my favorite so far. Very much my colors and the challenge I was hoping for. Bitsy little ball of angora to line the earflaps even!
Then we get to The Secret Project. These landed on my doorstep this week. All the way from Mountain Home, Idaho.
Retired to the backyard in extreme anticipation.
What's inside? FIBER! Lots and lots of Border Leicester roving from my friend Meg. She's been sitting on the fruits of her ranching labor and I am helping her liberate it.
This is lambs wool from Mattie and Gabriella. More caramel-ish than it looks here. It's all buttery soft and sproingy. I'm in love.
Peanut's lambs wool. Warm brown.
Snicker's Hershey lambs wool. Cooler brown. Bit more caramel.
Beulah's yearling wool. Brown shot with grey. Fabulous.
Packed up in 4 oz. bundles. Haiku by Meg attached. It's headed for a fiber fest in Chicago this weekend with Jenniethepotter, then to Etsy if there be anything left.
Moving onto some fiber from the Alaskan adventure. Merino from RavenFrog Fibers:
The Seven Deadly Spins Club package #3 came! Hat pattern by StitchStud. Looks to be quite the challenge, It will have to wait until I've cleared some UFOs first so I can concentrate fully. This one might be my favorite so far. Very much my colors and the challenge I was hoping for. Bitsy little ball of angora to line the earflaps even!
Then we get to The Secret Project. These landed on my doorstep this week. All the way from Mountain Home, Idaho.
Retired to the backyard in extreme anticipation.
What's inside? FIBER! Lots and lots of Border Leicester roving from my friend Meg. She's been sitting on the fruits of her ranching labor and I am helping her liberate it.
This is lambs wool from Mattie and Gabriella. More caramel-ish than it looks here. It's all buttery soft and sproingy. I'm in love.
Peanut's lambs wool. Warm brown.
Snicker's Hershey lambs wool. Cooler brown. Bit more caramel.
Beulah's yearling wool. Brown shot with grey. Fabulous.
Packed up in 4 oz. bundles. Haiku by Meg attached. It's headed for a fiber fest in Chicago this weekend with Jenniethepotter, then to Etsy if there be anything left.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Catch-Up
Quick game o' catch-up before I return to the assault on weeds.
1) The veggies. To this point utilized in the form of: many green salads, cucumbers n feta n olives, zucchini pizzas with gobs of basil, potato salad with spring onions some parsley and olive oil, snackin' stuff. In the line-up: risotto with peas and parm, whole wheat capellini with sauteed garlic scapes and baby beet greens, carmelized radicchio with onions, spicy cabbage salad, roasted curried cauliflower. I. Love. My. Farmers.
2) The Tea. Cold brewing RULES. Today's batch = passionfruit/hibiscus. Have learned to sweeten it when necessary by adding concentrated sugar or honey water. Made the cheater way by dissolving a tablespoon or 2 in a cup of water and microwaving for 2 minutes. Put this in the bottom of the pitcher, plop in the tea bags, fill with cold water and stick in the fridge overnight. Happiness in a glass.
3) The Bread. I will say it once again. BUY THIS BOOK. This method of wet and cold rise dough makes for sublime bread. I can bake bread in the cool of the morning. Pizza dough is at my finger tips always. Revolution in my mommy life.
4) The Tour. I have been very remiss in filling you in on the spinning. Learned on the cruise. have not stopped since. Doing the Tour de Fleece this summer to make myself commit to improving. This is what I have accomplished in week 1. The green is my second ever completed blob of batt. Silk/wool blend. About 4 ounces. Very laceweight. The pinky red is a wool blend from Aisha Celia. To be plied on itself Andean style.
1) The veggies. To this point utilized in the form of: many green salads, cucumbers n feta n olives, zucchini pizzas with gobs of basil, potato salad with spring onions some parsley and olive oil, snackin' stuff. In the line-up: risotto with peas and parm, whole wheat capellini with sauteed garlic scapes and baby beet greens, carmelized radicchio with onions, spicy cabbage salad, roasted curried cauliflower. I. Love. My. Farmers.
2) The Tea. Cold brewing RULES. Today's batch = passionfruit/hibiscus. Have learned to sweeten it when necessary by adding concentrated sugar or honey water. Made the cheater way by dissolving a tablespoon or 2 in a cup of water and microwaving for 2 minutes. Put this in the bottom of the pitcher, plop in the tea bags, fill with cold water and stick in the fridge overnight. Happiness in a glass.
3) The Bread. I will say it once again. BUY THIS BOOK. This method of wet and cold rise dough makes for sublime bread. I can bake bread in the cool of the morning. Pizza dough is at my finger tips always. Revolution in my mommy life.
4) The Tour. I have been very remiss in filling you in on the spinning. Learned on the cruise. have not stopped since. Doing the Tour de Fleece this summer to make myself commit to improving. This is what I have accomplished in week 1. The green is my second ever completed blob of batt. Silk/wool blend. About 4 ounces. Very laceweight. The pinky red is a wool blend from Aisha Celia. To be plied on itself Andean style.
Friday, July 11, 2008
Day 6
Pictures are coming, I promise. Just haven't been able to stop spindling long enough to 1) take them and 2) crop them and 3) upload them.
Addicted. Yep I am.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
What's in the Box Wednesday!
It's CSA pick up day! So, what's in the box? An organic bounty:
one head each of broccoli and cauliflower
a bunch of carrots
bursting bags of snap and shelling peas
multi-hued green beans
several summer crisp lettuces
brilliant baby beet greens
one head of radicchio
2 English cucumbers
bunches of cilantro and basil
summer squashes of all colors and sizes
one head each of chinese and green cabbage
It's finally summer in the very upper Midwest!
one head each of broccoli and cauliflower
a bunch of carrots
bursting bags of snap and shelling peas
multi-hued green beans
several summer crisp lettuces
brilliant baby beet greens
one head of radicchio
2 English cucumbers
bunches of cilantro and basil
summer squashes of all colors and sizes
one head each of chinese and green cabbage
It's finally summer in the very upper Midwest!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Preventative measures
Guess whose glass the sick midget keeps drinking out of? Mmmm Hmmm. Lucky me.
It's a good thing our CSA is serving up large bags of bountiful greens right now. I so do not need raging fever. Calling all antioxidants!
How many greens can one girl eat? Only time will tell...
It's a good thing our CSA is serving up large bags of bountiful greens right now. I so do not need raging fever. Calling all antioxidants!
How many greens can one girl eat? Only time will tell...
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Cold Brew
Yes, it's like 90 here in the land of humidity and mosquitoes. The dew point is something obscene.
And of course I spent the day covered in a furnace of a fevered achy 2 year old that could not be put down even to go to the bathroom. Sticky doesn't even come close to covering it.
When I finally pumped him full of enough ibuprofen and acetaminophen to break things enough for him to sleep I ran for the fridge only to find the iced tea pitcher bone dry. SOB! For the sake of household harmony I shall cast no aspersions as to the ID of the culprit, but I was indeed left with a conundrum. There was no way I was possibly going to boil enough water to fill said pitcher and set it to brew and I have a pathological fear of sneaky bacteria infiltrating any attempts at sun tea.
So I went to my local tea gurus and happily they had the solution. Cold brewed tea. It's sitting in the fridge as we speak and by tomorrow afternoon I shall have a briskly refreshing glass of contentment awaiting my pleasure. Apparently it really is the little things. I'm like deliriously happy just knowing it's in there. (that and the fact that they have a tea of the month club...how awesome is that???)
And of course I spent the day covered in a furnace of a fevered achy 2 year old that could not be put down even to go to the bathroom. Sticky doesn't even come close to covering it.
When I finally pumped him full of enough ibuprofen and acetaminophen to break things enough for him to sleep I ran for the fridge only to find the iced tea pitcher bone dry. SOB! For the sake of household harmony I shall cast no aspersions as to the ID of the culprit, but I was indeed left with a conundrum. There was no way I was possibly going to boil enough water to fill said pitcher and set it to brew and I have a pathological fear of sneaky bacteria infiltrating any attempts at sun tea.
So I went to my local tea gurus and happily they had the solution. Cold brewed tea. It's sitting in the fridge as we speak and by tomorrow afternoon I shall have a briskly refreshing glass of contentment awaiting my pleasure. Apparently it really is the little things. I'm like deliriously happy just knowing it's in there. (that and the fact that they have a tea of the month club...how awesome is that???)
Fever Dreams.
Ah vomit. An unfortunate natural phenomena that today reminded me that 2 year olds do indeed need to be taught to chew their food.Curly noodles. Antique Indian rug. There are no pictures. Rejoice.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
The Loot
Yes, I finally have pictures of the goods I so liberally bought on the cruise. Hang on, it's a looong and fibery ride. See?
First you should know the one overriding rule I set before heading out. No buying anything available at home. Nothing I can walk into one of the many fiber stores dotting the cities may come home with me no matter how gorgeous it be. All purchases shall preferably be of local origin, with one exception given for Handmaiden, though that's not really much of an exception since only very rarely do I see some rogue Fleece Artist about these parts. We all clear? Good, let's go.
Starting in Seattle:
OK, so this is from California. But it's gorgeous bamboo blend. And the 2 hanks of camo on top are perfect for the long awaited clapotis of my dreams.
Once on board (which is a story unto itself....and for another day) there were several freebies nestled in the swag bags:
Next stop Ketchican:
The Raven Frog Fiber Arts is a silk blend and frabulous. Sheen, sheen, sheen and very subtly shaded in silvery goldish tones. In front we have some great tweedyness by Purple Carrot Creations that was a blast of sunshine in a veeeery rainy day. Both dyed by Alaskan dyers.
On our roundabout way to Juneau we hit Disenchantment Bay for a bit o' glacier viewing which made me determined to find a yarn to capture even a bit of that surreal setting.
This is my favorite pic of the bay itself, though it comes nowhere near to capturing the varied colors I'm talking about...and is frankly in the exact opposite of the glaciers, but hey, I'll get you some of that later. It does give you some idea though of what I was looking for...
...and happily unearthed at Skeins in Juneau!
There are bits of startling turquoise in there amidst the deeper blues and greys. Raven Frog Fiber again. The color is Stormy Seas, which is so appropriate given the weather we powered through.
Then we come to Victoria, and the Churchmouse. Really, I thought I had prepared myself. With reportedly the biggest inventory of Handmaiden and Fleece Artist I was prepared to be fairly liberal with myself. I will go into this saying that I put back at least half of what I was at one time hoarding. Easiest decision first, the yarn with which to work up the wonderful comp sock pattern by Chrissy Gardiner we all received. What better than working seaweed in cashmere?
And then it got sticky. Deep breath. Here goes, full disclosure:
Really, how could I be expected to not by Camelspun??? It's part SILK.
...and again with the SILK. This I am imagining some sort of complex, perhaps freeform beaded stole. Uh, a really big one because the ever enabling Heather Ordover said she would feel horribly if I went home and did not have enough to do what I wanted. Mmhmm. So I of course readily bought 2. Baaaaa.
...and yet again with the SILK content. This time with the linen thrown in. I blame Amy Singer and her no-sheepy ways fully for opening my eyes to how very lovely linen is and how horrid it is that I had none with which to craft. I wish I had smello-blog-o-vision. This is the epitome of earthy silky warmness.
So. Seven hanks of Handmaiden in one fell swoop. Deep breath. That's not even all...there was fiber too:
Those 4 braids at the bottom? Yep, ya guessed it, Handmaiden. The pinky tanish is a merino/silk blend, the sea tones are straight up merino. The autumnal wad is more from Raven Frog Fibers, split with the frabulous Jenniethepotter, as was the other blueish blob I believe from the Purple Carrot peeps. And why was there so much fiber? Uh, because I learned how to spin too. It's a disease, I fully admit it. My name is Dawn and I am a full-fledged follower. Baaaa.
First you should know the one overriding rule I set before heading out. No buying anything available at home. Nothing I can walk into one of the many fiber stores dotting the cities may come home with me no matter how gorgeous it be. All purchases shall preferably be of local origin, with one exception given for Handmaiden, though that's not really much of an exception since only very rarely do I see some rogue Fleece Artist about these parts. We all clear? Good, let's go.
Starting in Seattle:
OK, so this is from California. But it's gorgeous bamboo blend. And the 2 hanks of camo on top are perfect for the long awaited clapotis of my dreams.Once on board (which is a story unto itself....and for another day) there were several freebies nestled in the swag bags:
Next stop Ketchican:
The Raven Frog Fiber Arts is a silk blend and frabulous. Sheen, sheen, sheen and very subtly shaded in silvery goldish tones. In front we have some great tweedyness by Purple Carrot Creations that was a blast of sunshine in a veeeery rainy day. Both dyed by Alaskan dyers.On our roundabout way to Juneau we hit Disenchantment Bay for a bit o' glacier viewing which made me determined to find a yarn to capture even a bit of that surreal setting.
This is my favorite pic of the bay itself, though it comes nowhere near to capturing the varied colors I'm talking about...and is frankly in the exact opposite of the glaciers, but hey, I'll get you some of that later. It does give you some idea though of what I was looking for......and happily unearthed at Skeins in Juneau!
There are bits of startling turquoise in there amidst the deeper blues and greys. Raven Frog Fiber again. The color is Stormy Seas, which is so appropriate given the weather we powered through.Then we come to Victoria, and the Churchmouse. Really, I thought I had prepared myself. With reportedly the biggest inventory of Handmaiden and Fleece Artist I was prepared to be fairly liberal with myself. I will go into this saying that I put back at least half of what I was at one time hoarding. Easiest decision first, the yarn with which to work up the wonderful comp sock pattern by Chrissy Gardiner we all received. What better than working seaweed in cashmere?
And then it got sticky. Deep breath. Here goes, full disclosure:
Really, how could I be expected to not by Camelspun??? It's part SILK.
...and again with the SILK. This I am imagining some sort of complex, perhaps freeform beaded stole. Uh, a really big one because the ever enabling Heather Ordover said she would feel horribly if I went home and did not have enough to do what I wanted. Mmhmm. So I of course readily bought 2. Baaaaa.
...and yet again with the SILK content. This time with the linen thrown in. I blame Amy Singer and her no-sheepy ways fully for opening my eyes to how very lovely linen is and how horrid it is that I had none with which to craft. I wish I had smello-blog-o-vision. This is the epitome of earthy silky warmness.So. Seven hanks of Handmaiden in one fell swoop. Deep breath. That's not even all...there was fiber too:
Those 4 braids at the bottom? Yep, ya guessed it, Handmaiden. The pinky tanish is a merino/silk blend, the sea tones are straight up merino. The autumnal wad is more from Raven Frog Fibers, split with the frabulous Jenniethepotter, as was the other blueish blob I believe from the Purple Carrot peeps. And why was there so much fiber? Uh, because I learned how to spin too. It's a disease, I fully admit it. My name is Dawn and I am a full-fledged follower. Baaaa.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
...and so it begins
Friday marked the big kids' last day of school, so we are now officially 2 days into summer vacation and life is indeed looking rosy. I love the ripe prospect the beginning of summer holds. Plans and ideas are running about absolutely higgledy piggeldy amok in my temporarily unburdened brain.
Our CSA has had the rough end of Minnesota's lack of spring and crazy early start of serious storm season, so weekly deliveries that in better years began weeks ago should start Wednesday if the fates smile upon us for a few more days. I absolutely CAN.NOT.WAIT. Opening that box and delving into the mystery bounty within is the best weekly treat ever. makes my day every single time. So to tide us over #1 and I ran to the Saint Paul Farmer's Market this morning. Today's haul:
Asparagus...GROWN IN MN!!! This is a first for me, and the result of several long year's TLC for the grower. It's amazingly sweet and tender.
Picked this morning pea shoots, mixed lettuces and red spring onions.
Pasture raised chickens and their beautiful eggs.
Jalapeño cheddar brats.
Our CSA has had the rough end of Minnesota's lack of spring and crazy early start of serious storm season, so weekly deliveries that in better years began weeks ago should start Wednesday if the fates smile upon us for a few more days. I absolutely CAN.NOT.WAIT. Opening that box and delving into the mystery bounty within is the best weekly treat ever. makes my day every single time. So to tide us over #1 and I ran to the Saint Paul Farmer's Market this morning. Today's haul:
Asparagus...GROWN IN MN!!! This is a first for me, and the result of several long year's TLC for the grower. It's amazingly sweet and tender.
Picked this morning pea shoots, mixed lettuces and red spring onions.
Pasture raised chickens and their beautiful eggs.
Jalapeño cheddar brats.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
...and the world slid sideways
Everything slid a tad off kilter as the enormity of slurping lusciously fresh watermelon on Memorial Day weekend in Minnesota landed in my head.Our world is at times ever so surreal.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
On Superior Fish Names...
Halibut.I like saying "halibut". Even "tuna". Try "mahi mahi" out.
Lake fish...not quite so poetic. Northern. Walleye. Muskey. Pike. All best said with thick Minnesotan tripping off the tongue. Then we reach the ever lovely "crappie".
SIGH.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Ah, the wonders of nature.
One must admit, one was not expecting to arrive at the homestead fresh from one's intrepid adventures in the wild to find odd natural phenomena right in one's own back yarn. Or one's garage for that matter. It seems some of the local squirrels have not only developed thumbs, but have gained the oppositional abilities necessary to use said new evolutionary leap appendages to both open car doors and reprogram the stereo buttons found within. Apparently they have a predilection for country music yet unheard of in indigenous populations. One can only marvel at the ingenuity of urban wildlife...
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Yo Ho, Yo Ho...
...a pirate's life for me!
Yes, the great sea voyage quite agreed with me. Great folks. Great scenes. Great yarns.
Um, perhaps a few too many great yarns.
I'm still staggering around like a drunk puppy though so for today I shall leave you with this not even a fragment of how stunning it was in person shot of Hubbard Glacier.
Can one be in lust with a glacier? I'm starting to wonder, because all I desire at this moment is to be in it's majestic presence once again. (as I penned in my kayak journal just moments ago...) If I could live on a float in the middle of this bay without freezing to death I so willingly would. We're about a half mile off the ice cliff itself here, what our captain informed us was the legal limit for closeness between such a large ship and such a large lump of ice. And yes, those lumpy things in the water are indeed icebergs.
I know, I'm a tease. The pictures shall start flowing once I have some time to play with them.
Yes, the great sea voyage quite agreed with me. Great folks. Great scenes. Great yarns.
Um, perhaps a few too many great yarns.
I'm still staggering around like a drunk puppy though so for today I shall leave you with this not even a fragment of how stunning it was in person shot of Hubbard Glacier.
Can one be in lust with a glacier? I'm starting to wonder, because all I desire at this moment is to be in it's majestic presence once again. (as I penned in my kayak journal just moments ago...) If I could live on a float in the middle of this bay without freezing to death I so willingly would. We're about a half mile off the ice cliff itself here, what our captain informed us was the legal limit for closeness between such a large ship and such a large lump of ice. And yes, those lumpy things in the water are indeed icebergs.I know, I'm a tease. The pictures shall start flowing once I have some time to play with them.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
It's A-live!
'Tis true. I am slowly climbing out of the pit of sick, clogged, flu-ish allergy ridden days that became my April. A pox on April. It also snowed here like 4 times. Foul month.
Playing major catch-up, so there shall be more pretty, pretty pictures for you. Lucky dogs. (and speaking of, yes, I still miss Willy daily, particularly when the 2 year old wanders about looking for him, but our little girlie doggie is taking a turn for the frisky and has anointed herself protectress of the realm. Single dog-dom just may suit her.)
Twas a month o' socks. I finished the first of the Family Adventure socks in Paca Peds:
The Sock Madness rounds flew fast and furious over the past weeks, and as vacation, dog mourning and illness subsumed my life and knocked me out in round 2, I have me a new host of socks in progress to share:
Reversai. In a Trekking tweed. Totally reversible sock. Same patterning inside as out. Sole is garter and quite comfy squishy.
Round 3. Slippin' Strippin'. Double stranded laceweight. I'm using Dream in Color Baby. Quick workup but a bit futsy as you change up the color combo every 10 rows.
Round 4 was the Hippie Ripple sock. My first successful toe up attempt, though man I ripped Judy's magic cast on and EZ's firm backward loop increases about a bazillion times before I got it right. (thank you once again knittinghelp.com!) More Paca Peds. Better pic tomorrow. They rock.
Skipped round 5 completely though I scored some undyed from Aisha Celia to do it up right in later. Very purty lace pattern you overdye after it's done. Afterthought heel scared me. Currently have 2 at a time toe up going for the optional all play round while the front runners get a bit of a rest. Another great pattern. Pics soon.
...and last but certainly not least my Seven Deadly S(p)ins Club project #1, which just happened to be a sock also:
That brings the sock tally up to date. I've also got a recipe for you soon. And a crochet treat. And an update on the crazy packing going down this week. There's a trip on the horizon. And a mystery person sent me a book! A Diana Wynne Jones even. SO the best surprise ever. Whoooooooooo are you, (who who, who who) mystery benefactor???
Playing major catch-up, so there shall be more pretty, pretty pictures for you. Lucky dogs. (and speaking of, yes, I still miss Willy daily, particularly when the 2 year old wanders about looking for him, but our little girlie doggie is taking a turn for the frisky and has anointed herself protectress of the realm. Single dog-dom just may suit her.)
Twas a month o' socks. I finished the first of the Family Adventure socks in Paca Peds:
The Sock Madness rounds flew fast and furious over the past weeks, and as vacation, dog mourning and illness subsumed my life and knocked me out in round 2, I have me a new host of socks in progress to share:
Reversai. In a Trekking tweed. Totally reversible sock. Same patterning inside as out. Sole is garter and quite comfy squishy.
Round 3. Slippin' Strippin'. Double stranded laceweight. I'm using Dream in Color Baby. Quick workup but a bit futsy as you change up the color combo every 10 rows.
Round 4 was the Hippie Ripple sock. My first successful toe up attempt, though man I ripped Judy's magic cast on and EZ's firm backward loop increases about a bazillion times before I got it right. (thank you once again knittinghelp.com!) More Paca Peds. Better pic tomorrow. They rock.Skipped round 5 completely though I scored some undyed from Aisha Celia to do it up right in later. Very purty lace pattern you overdye after it's done. Afterthought heel scared me. Currently have 2 at a time toe up going for the optional all play round while the front runners get a bit of a rest. Another great pattern. Pics soon.
...and last but certainly not least my Seven Deadly S(p)ins Club project #1, which just happened to be a sock also:
That brings the sock tally up to date. I've also got a recipe for you soon. And a crochet treat. And an update on the crazy packing going down this week. There's a trip on the horizon. And a mystery person sent me a book! A Diana Wynne Jones even. SO the best surprise ever. Whoooooooooo are you, (who who, who who) mystery benefactor???
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Fevered fun with socks...
Things got a little loopy around here yesterday:
Had to frog the heel and foot I powered through despite the fever...it was, uh, a bit creative to say the least. As long as I was at it, thought perhaps a sacrifice to appease the evil Fates of Reversai was in order. Something's just gotta reverse this bad mojo we have rolling.
Had to frog the heel and foot I powered through despite the fever...it was, uh, a bit creative to say the least. As long as I was at it, thought perhaps a sacrifice to appease the evil Fates of Reversai was in order. Something's just gotta reverse this bad mojo we have rolling.
You know you're seriously sick when...
...you find yourself totally enthralled by the crazy oil painting people on PBS.
(for those still managing to keep track, #3 and I are still in the thick of it and now The Big Boy just brought #1 home from school totally fevered too)
(for those still managing to keep track, #3 and I are still in the thick of it and now The Big Boy just brought #1 home from school totally fevered too)
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
I am not going to die...
I am not going to die, I am not going to die, I am not going to die.
It just feels that way.
In fact it is just a nasty fevery achy flu.
But I am not going to die.
But I am very out of the Sock Madness running, for which The Big Boy has been thanking all manner of deities because now perhaps I will start taking care of myself. But I think someone else has to do that at this point because I just want to lay here on the floor. The floor is good. Cool and gooooooood.
It just feels that way.
In fact it is just a nasty fevery achy flu.
But I am not going to die.
But I am very out of the Sock Madness running, for which The Big Boy has been thanking all manner of deities because now perhaps I will start taking care of myself. But I think someone else has to do that at this point because I just want to lay here on the floor. The floor is good. Cool and gooooooood.
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