m.o.M - mother of Michael

Why My Recycling Didn't Go Out Today

Hukd On Fonix Werkt For Me

I'm either losing my mind or this will still strike me as funny as hell in the morning!

It's 11:05 pm and there's no one to tell this to so here I am.

I googled (verb) the words "quotes shot on sight" and along with sites that matched my search criteria, Google (noun) came back with "Did you mean: quotes shot on site  ?"

This is still cracking me up! Where else would I shoot someone? Would I say, "I want to shoot you, but I'm sorry, we're currently off site so please step into my car so I can drive on site and then shoot you?"

I've got to get some sleep because I've been laughing about this for 20 minutes now.

Damn, that's funny!

I'm going to resist the urge to do a search on "for play" and just go to bed now.

Not the Title I Had Intended

My original title was going to be Dinner And A Movie, but then things went awry as they often do.

 

We did go to the movies and had a wonderful time! I was surprised at how much I enjoyed Ratatouille,
the story of a little rat who wanted to cook.

Actually, I think I identified with "Little Chef" because for years I did not cook. Then I got the cooking bug and now do the majority of the cooking for my family and friends. (I won't say that it's always fabulous, but I have my share of culinary hits.)

The problem is that no matter how many times my parents sit at the counter in the kitchen and watch me cook, they still praise Michael's cooking abilities and thank him profusely once we are seated at the dinner table.

I once did a Christmas dinner of shrimp bisque, wild mushrooms with garlic, standing rib roast, yorkshire pudding and many other yummies for 12 people only to sit down at the table, splattered with gravy and flour, to have one of my friends raise his glass of wine toward my husband and toast, "To the Chef!"

Hadn't they noticed that I had not joined them for cocktails and the tiny phyllo triangles filled with goat cheese and proscuitto or the bruschetta or the carefully arranged cheese platter?

Now, Remy didn't get the appropriate recognition because he is, after all, a rat and if there's one thing that doesn't belong in the kitchen, it's a rat. In the land of happy endings though, Remy did get his due and I'm sure that someday I will as well!

By the end of the movie, I was starving and what else could I make, but Ratatouille!

So what about the knitting, you ask? Well, that's where things went awry.

Between cooking and movie-watching, there had been no time to knit, but never fear! I got to knit in my favorite knitting spot of all before day's end:

I Knit in Emergency Rooms

There, I said it.

Let me backtrack a moment though.

For my birthday, Patti gave me a gift certificate to a wonderful online yarn shop called PureKnits and I used it to purchase the Long Paisley Shawl Pattern and yarn to go with it. (This is a lousy picture, but I wanted to get one up quickly.)

I was determined to complete the Candle Flame before I started this and somehow remained true to my resolve!

As I cast on yesterday, I wondered where this shawl would take me as the last one took me to some wonderful places. Then I found out:

It immediately took me where my Jaywalker socks had taken me before.

Poor Michael (little) has been sick and we took him to the doctor. The basic upshot was that the doctor told us, "Do not pass go. Go immediately to the emergency room. I'm faxing the information there now and they will be waiting for you!" Yikes!

Waiting for us...yeah. We waited for them...for two hours.

The concern was that Michael had contracted a staph infection and he was breaking out in pussy (that's pussy, not pussy!) bumps by the minute. We couldn't let him into the kid's playroom as we didn't want him to touch anything, but he touched chairs, tables and walls while we waited...and waited.

Finally,  we were called back into the inner sanctum where they put us into a room and posted this sign on the door:

The top box was checked and my immediate response was, "Oh my god! We're all gonna die!" Michael (big) thought it was pretty funny that the protection was for the staff and not all the children he had been in contact in during the two hours in the waiting room.

My little trooper was brave. He had blood taken, wounds cultured and an IV full of antibiotics poured into him. Now we wait for the test results while continuing with two different kinds of antibiotics four times a day and an antibiotic cream three times a day on the pustules. And, we have to do this for the next ten days! Great, just freakin' great.

What's this have to do with knitting? Well, just look what I accomplished!

The Bier Made Me Do It!

It's really taking me a while to get back into the swing of things since my trip to Germany, but slowly and surely, I'm getting there!

Now, I won't pretend that I didn't know how much yarn I was buying in Munich, but once I unpacked all my treasures, I was astonished at how much I had really purchased! I think I will be knitting these beauties up well into the next decade!

Margie (my neighbor) took me to Hertie's which is a tremendous department store in Munich to buy the initial batch. That's where I bought the books and enough green linen yarn to knit a sweater from a pattern that's in a language that I don't speak, much less read.

I also discovered this gem near Nymphenburg Schloss which I visited twice!

Ursula, the propietress, was really wonderful. She spoke no english, but we communicated nonetheless. At one point though, she was out on the street asking people if they spoke english so they could translate for us. I was looking for lace weight yarn and while she didn't have any, we had a good time trying to figure out what each other was saying.

Speaking of lace weight yarn, my big new is: (trumpets and drumroll, please) the Candleflame Shawl is DONE! After a cruise to the Bahamas,

a trek to Nepal (yes, it was in my pack!), and a journey to Germany

it's done! Well, it still has to be blocked, but the knitting is done!

Another well travelled project of mine, the Jaywalker socks are, you guessed it: DONE!

For a brief, but shining moment, I sit here with the only UFO in the house being the dreaded Orange Sweater. Perhaps I'll finish it now, but the siren song of my stash cabinet is awfully alluring!