Thursday, March 13, 2008

Yarn store adventure

While fumbling around the Internet I stumbled across this incredibly cute R2-D2 knit hat that someone made a posted online. See.........

Pretty cute?...right? So cute that I wanted one for my daughter. I mean, originally I wanted it for me. But I figured I was a bit too old to be wearing a hat that looked like R2-D2. But a little kid could wear one!! And who would dare tease a cute little 19 month old girl wearing an R2-D2 hat? The problem is, you can't just buy it. You have to make it, and I don't know how to knit. But my friend Jocelyn does. So with a little bit of begging she agreed to make the hat. Yeah, I know it's March and it's getting warm out...but she'll still get some use out of it this year and there is always next winter.

So I'm not sure if anyone has ever been to a yarn store. This was my first visit and I was amazed at how much yarn is out there. I figured we'd walk in, pick the colors needed and walk out. 5 minutes tops. Nope. Not the case. There's a lot to think about when choosing yarn. I think we spent a good 20 minutes in there and my friend even said that was the least amount of time she's ever spent picking yarn.

Look at all the pretty yarn...

Anyways, that was my morning. Oh, and in case anyone is interested in making their own R2-D2 hat, the girl who originally made it posted the pattern on her blog. You can google "r2-d2, knit hat" or just click here.

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Your hot tip of the day you're watching TV and a commercial comes on with a song that speaks to you. That defines who you are...a song that you swear, was written specially for you....and you're thinking....I want that song. But sadly you have no idea who it is, because in today's world commercial makers are bigger music snobs then those assholes at Yeah, that's right Pitchfork...I called you assholes. Every single one of ya. Ummm..So these commercial makers are finding more and more obscure shit out there...and it's good stuff. But tracking it down is sort of a pain in ass...until now. I found this great website that helps with tracking down that song. It gives you the song and the artist. Click here to check it out. Consider yourself lucky!

Monday, March 03, 2008

Chapstick addict

Okay I've been lazy. I haven't posted a single word on this blog since January. I'm sorry. Yeah, a lot of things happened. Stuff that is probably blogworthy. But writing in this thing is a HUGE commitment. . .. . ..?..... Okay...maybe not a HUGE commitment. But it's a commitment none the less.
So I have this weakness and perhaps it's even considered a sickness. I am addicted to chapstick. Yes, its true. Part of any first step of a 12 step program is to admit you have a problem. So there you go. I have a problem. I am addicted to chapstick. If I don't have it, I feel my lips drying up, and the longer I go, the more dry, sticky and peeled up they get. Then they start to burn, get red and then the hurting begins. It's an awful awful feeling. The other day I was with a friend of mine eating some dinner at the student center and my lips just started to ache. So I reached into my pocket and realized that I was missing my precious chapstick. WTF! Where did it go? But I didn't panic. As a matter of fact I was pretty calm about the whole thing. But as I sat there and watched my friend eat sushi, vegetable bisque soup and washing it all down with a V8 (what the hell is up with that dinner?) lips started to ache again and burn...and I needed chapstick. But without it, I was about to lose my shit, and that's when I saw it. Sitting near the armrest, down by the cushion, with the crumbs of old food and whatever else that fell through there, was someones chapstick. Someone had lost their chapstick and there it was. I had no idea who used it last or where their lips have been. All I knew was I needed chapstick and it was right there. I ignored it at first but my addiction got the best of me and I picked it up and slowly examined it. It looked fine. No weird hairs on it. No flakes of skin. Nothing. Looked pretty good. But looks can be deceiving. What was the history of this chapstick? My friend gave me a weird look that said "if you use that..I swear, I'll never ever respect you ever again". But I was desperate. So I slowly raised the chapstick to my lips. Thought about it for moment. Thought about all the possibilities of terrible things those mystery lips have done..where they've been....the sores...I thought about all of it. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like minutes. And in my most desperate darkest hour...I did the unthinkable. I put the tube up to my lips and I smeared my lips with all of that waxy goodness. And it felt so so good. It was such a rush. I must have put on a good 1/4 coating on my lips and I pressed my lips together to make sure every single nook and cranny was filled with the cooling, soothing and refreshing wax. It was awesome. My friend just looked at me holding back the vomit...which would have been a mixture of sushi, vegetable bisque and V8. She was horrified. Just horrified.

That was three days ago. I've been checking my lips since then and there are no signs of sores, warts or gonorrhea. If anything my lips are smooth, supple and soft pillows.