It’s probably best if I am kept super busy at work, because if I’m not, I find myself precariously close to downloading the theme to “Greatest American Hero” onto my iTunes. My brother, whose 9-year-old birthday cake sported the GAH logo, would be impressed.
Instead I downloaded “Holding Out for a Hero” by Bonnie Tyler because I am just that rad.
And no, I’m not sure why I’m currently obsessed with songs featuring the word “hero.”
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Yesterday, in honor of the temperature finally being above “Oh my GOD – below zero AGAIN?!? I am going to MURDER SOMEONE,” I wore a skirt. And even spent extra time with the curling iron. And, and, pay attention here because this never happens – wore mascara.
And then I had to work 11 hours yesterday and got home at nearly 9:00 p.m. So I could finally see my fiancé, who had left the house at 5:30 a.m. and returned home at 7:30 p.m. after working a 12+ hour day.
I really don’t see how children are going to fit into this equation anytime soon.
Anyway, the moral of this tale? Me looking nice = me working late.
You can bet I’ve learned my lesson.
Yesterday we went and picked up my wedding band. You know me, the thing is HUGE! Diamonds surrounded by sapphires, surrounded by more diamonds. It damn near glows in the dark.
Actually it’s a really nice, white gold ring with a couple of darker bands to give it a little depth.
Enough with the sappy description of the ring. I don’t think it’s fair that I present Shauna with an engagement ring that she gets to wear for a year prior to the wedding, only to add a wedding ring to it on the big day. I asked her if I could wear my band on my right hand until October and I was completely shot down. That’s fine. It’s Sunday morning at 6:00 and as Shauna sleeps, I’m wearing it as I type. I figure I have until about 10:00 before I have to take it off. She can’t stop me; I’m not scared of her. (OK, but just a little; she’s toughened up since I met her.)
Who am I kidding? It’s locked up in our safe, and won’t see the light of day for another eight months.
In my bio I joke about knitting hats that don’t fit anyone. You may have thought I was joking; I was not.
Below is photographic evidence (Exhibit A) of two (2) hats I knitted last year. These hats are known as “Goldilocks Hats.”
Exhibit A
Hat #1 (on the left) was my first effort. By adding extra stitches, I was hoping to modify the pattern enough to successfully accommodate Jason’s huge noggin. Even with my casual adjustments, the hat was still quite, um, tiny. Tiny enough that Jason could easily propel the hat off his head by squinting his eyes or wriggling his eyebrows. Also, there was a giant hole in the top of the hat, allegedly due to a certain someone’s lack of seaming ability.
Hat #2 was modified even further by adding even more stitches. So many stitches, in fact, that it was way too big. And although I had figured out how to close the gaping hole at the top, my seaming skills still appeared to belong to a spastic monkey.
Of course, now that I finally learned how to create an invisible seam, I haven’t knitted a hat since.
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