The best poem EVER

I am doing the National Poetry Outloud Contest with my advanced acting class.  We were looking through the online archive of poems and I found a whole bunch of FIBs. 

I had never heard of a FIB before.  It is kind of like a Hiku, except the lines are based on the Fibonacci sequence of numbers (1/1/2/3/5/8).  I think they are kind of cool.

Anyway, the poem:

Fib to a Knit Dweeb
By Mary Roberts

I

spend

my days

wondering

if Lion Brand Fun Fur

will make a nice pair of undies.

COULD YOU JUST DIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Dude . . . he is still going

I am not sure if he is worried about the looming deadline of Christmas next week . . . but Sweetie is taking his yarn to work . . .everywhere.

Last night, I sat on the sofa, knitting of course, and looked over at him in the chair where he sits . . .

 

And he was KNITTING!

Could I have created a monster?  Could my stash be in danger?

What have I done?!?!?!?!?

 

Look WHO is Knitting at my house

No, I have not suffered a tragedy and forgotten how to knit . . . this is a part of my Christmas present

From Sweetie!

Each year, my son and I make soap for his teachers.  I knit washcloths, Zae makes soap.  This year, Sweetie was around on Saturday and was having a rough day.  Zae asked if Daddy would come play with the soap, cause it would make him feel better.  How could Sweetie say no to that (Sweetie is NOT by nature a crafty person, he is a musician that is where he lets out his creativity).  Sweetie had a great time making soap, and made a bar just for me.  I was totally kidding when I said that I needed a washcloth to go with it.  He said OK!

Last night he got a lesson.  He is doing the simple dishcloth pattern (often called Grandma’s Dishcloth . . . I couldn’t find the pattern anywhere today!).  It is pretty simple, all garter stitch with a Yarn Over after the first 2 stitches on each row.  When he has 44 stitches, I will teach him to Knit 2 together.  He took too it pretty well!  He is worried that the stitches are too loose (I have him size 10s to work with, ‘cause they feel like pencils-his words).  The loose is the needles mostly.  I keep telling him that once it is washed and dried the yarn will fix itself.

 

I don’t think he believes in the magic of the yarn yet . . . we shall fix him!

I don’t think he will become addicted . . . but he did say he could see the attraction.  I’m not too worried though . . . I know my yarn will never come before his guitars!

Isn’t this going to be the best present EVER!!

 

Zae Lost . . .

Halloween has passed . . . but I haven’t shared with you the GREAT costume my mom made for Zae.

He is THUD from the Andrew Lost series of books!

He became very indignant when no one seemed to know who THUD was.  I think he thought EVERYONE would know who this random robot was.  This was not the case!

A typical Trick ‘r’ Treat conversation:

Ding Dong

Zae:      Trick r Treat (in your best robot voice, he practiced for DAYS)

Door:   Oh how cute, are you a Robot/

Zae:      No, I am THUD

Door:   A Robot named THUD?

Zae:      NO, I am THUD the Robot.  From Andrew Lost . . . (said in your most ‘What are you stupid “voice)

Door:   Well, here is you candy THUD.

Zae:      Actually (yes, his word, one of his faves), I am only THUD when I have this costume on.  When I take the costume off, I am Zae a boy.  I am only a robot when I am in costume. (as if they might be confused, since they were to dumb to know who THUD was in the first place)

I don’t know what was funnier to me, his reaction to the “dumb” people, or their reaction to him.  I don’t know here he got the self-righteous streak . . . really I don’t!

 

I swear . . . I am not dead!

Ok . . . I have dropped off the face of the earth as of late . . . but I am not dead . . .   Just CRAZY BUSY NUTS!

You know when NOTHING seems to slow down . . . that is our world right now . . . I have a bunch to tell you . . . . and I will as soon as I find my head!

Soon . . . I promise!

 

Wanna See My Monkey?

I did this hat for Zae last Christmas.  Actually, I was making the hat for my Brother, but the size was wrong, so Zae got this one and Bro got a bigger one.  Then Bro had a baby (actually, his wife HAD the baby, but he sure helped!).  So I made a smaller one for her.

  

You can see it above on Baby Carrie (she was my doll when I was Zae’s age, then he adopted her!).  Of course you don’t see Puppe (I think that is a way to say baby girl in German, at least that is what the internet told me, please tell me if I am wrong) in her hat, due to the fact that she is in Germany and I am here!

This is killing me right now.  Some of my family has gone over there this week to meet her.  And my mom is going for Christmas and Puppe’s Baptism.  I can’t afford to go . . . and it is sad.    It is so strange to be an aunt and not have met the baby!

I have been an aunt by marriage for 8+ years now, and I LOVE them dearly!  But I am surprised by the different feeling I have for Puppe.  Not that I love her more, just a very different connection . . . this might also have to do with the fact that J&S were 4 and 1 when I met them, not newborn.  I don’t know.

Anyway, I wish I was in Germany holding the little one in the hat!

Oh, the bow on the Little Hat . . . I knit and I-cord around a pipe cleaner.  The bow can be bent and stand up on its own . . . it is a very cute look.  I can’t take credit for the bow idea; it was sweetie who came up with the idea!  HERE HERE for non-knitters who pay enough attention to be able to give pointers!

 

Another use for my knitting . . .

The other day, I did something with my needles I NEVER would have thought of!

 

Stuck them through the wall!!!!

 

 

We were running a phone cord from one room to another (OH, please don’t let my landlord see this) and needed to make a small hole.  Metal Number 8’s to the rescue!

 

 

It really worked well!  Who would have thought it!

 

Please help. . .

I have to admit, my husband beat me to posting this.  But I wanted to share anyway.

Most of us know someone who has battled Breast Cancer.  I lost my wonderful grandmother, Goose (that is what we all called her!) to Breast Cancer when I was in college.  It hs touched us all. And we all know that early detection is KEY to survival.

HOWEVER . . . .   

The Breast Cancer site is having trouble getting enough people to click on their site daily to meet their quota of donating at least one free mammogram a day to an underprivileged woman. It takes less than a minute to go to their site and click on ‘donating a mammogram’ for free (pink window in the middle).

This doesn’t cost you a thing. Their corporate sponsors /advertisers use the number of daily visits to donate mammogram in exchange for advertising.
Here’s the web site! Pass it along to all the people you know.
 

 

Who designs your Underwear?

I just HAVE to share our adventure yesterday.  Read fast, as Sweetie may well make me take this off when he finds it . . . but I HAD to share while I could!

 

After Church and a lovely lunch with our new associate pastor, Sweetie, Zae and I went shopping.

Sweetie needed new jeans.  ALL of his jeans were dead.  And he wears Jeans EVERYDAY . . . so this was a need.  I sent him into the fitting room at Penny’s with arm loads of jeans (you know you need to try on EVERY pair… otherwise you won’t find any). 

Zae asked Daddy if he could go in the dressing room too.  Sweetie shot me a “Please save me look” and then the two of them headed off.  I parked myself on that Oh so cozy chair and waited.

 

Zae was talking up a storm, trying to help his dad.  He has been on enough shopping trips where I tried on clothes that he has picked up a few things from his dad about compliments.  Even so, I just about fell out of my chair when I heard over the door:

 

“Daddy, I just love the way your underwear are designed for you!”

 

I thought the woman who came out of the dressing room next to him was going to PASS OUT!

 Not that I think about it . . . what she was doing there to start with.

 

FIRE!

I am SO bummed!

We are supposed to be going to the cabin this weekend with two of our dearest friends, K&K.  I had to cancel the trip this morning because of this:

There is a MASSIVE fire in the Plumas National forest (the Moonlight Fire, doesn’t that sound MUCH more pleasant than it is?).  The problem is that the cabin is there too!

 

The cabin is in little danger.  The fire is about 30 miles away and moving the opposite direction.  They are using the high school across the street from my FAVE grocery store as an emergency shelter- and that is 20+ miles from the cabin. 

Zae and I both have lung issues and sitting in the smoky canyon for the weekend does not seem like a good Mommy Moment, you know?

 

Others in the area may not be so lucky.  There have been some mandatory evacuations, and many more optional ones.  The area in the Lassen/Plumas Forest is beyond beautiful.  Just a sample, this is taken sitting on the deck of the cabin.  And the WHOLE area looks like this.

 

Please send good thought the way of the fire fighters and people of the area.

On a blog note:  Things are settling down with school and life and everything, I shall return to my blogging soon.  I have a BUNCH of pictures to show you . . . does that count?  Well no, considering they are all still in the camera and not here at school.  Really, I am working on getting back to normal (at least for me)