Friday, May 30, 2008

Heah's Grovah, Deah!


Ain't he wicked cunnin'? Blue faced Leicester. 2 Ply. Lace weight. ~ 3 oz.

Remember that thing Grover used to do on Sesame Street where he'd run toward and then away from the camera to demonstrate:

Neeeeeaaaarrrrrr...

Faaaarrrrrrr...

Neeeeeaaaarrrrrr...

Faaaarrrrrrr...
(If you ever see my brother, BubberKev, ask him to do his Grover impression for you. He does it perfectly, complete with floppy arms akimbo and his head wobbling back and forth. It's hysterical. Especially since BubberKev is not known for doing silly things...EVER!)

I was shocked when I went to put Grover away, how much yarn I've spun up this spring:




I don't have plans for any of it. The joy is still in the making at this point. Time will tell...All suggestions appreciated!

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Tag I'm It!

Elizabeth tagged me with this cool MEME. It's a little more thought provoking than some I've seen so I thought I'd give it a shot! Here are the rules:


Rules:* Answer at least three of the questions. Yes, I know a few look time-consuming and there are several of them. That's why I only ask for three. See? I'm nice!* Post them and the rules on your blog, and please link back to me here. Pretty please?* Comment here telling me and the rest of our little party where you're at and link to yourself.That's all!* Oh yeah, don't forget to tag others!



What's the last book you read that you thought was really super, inspiring, you'd recommend it to most anyone?
I really love Stillness Speaks by Eckhart Tolle. I will never be able to achieve inner stillness. The chatter in my head is even more prolific than the chatter that comes out of my mouth. Hard to believe I know. But I like the thought that I may master inner stillness someday. Maybe in the nursing home. Meanwhile Mr. Bee is just hoping for outer stillness until his TV show is over.

What food totally grosses you out, you'd never be able to touch it? Ew. Gag. *hurl*
Of course this one comes with a story attached. When Mr. Bee and I went to Milwaukee for our post wedding shower with his side of the family, whom I'd never met, they had the prettiest table laid out; salads and nibbles and decorations. And right in the center of the table, a huge raw hamburger shaped like a heart with onions all over it. I thought, "Awwww, isn't that sweet, someone's gonna go throw that out on the grill..." Not so much. The Milwaukee crew tucked into it RAW! Spread the raw hamburger and onion on little pieces of bread and called it 'Cannibal Sandwiches'! I kept waiting for Alan Funt to jump out and tell me it was a joke on the new kid.
Mr. Bee's favorite roast beef hash that comes in a can (and I actually believe IS Alpo dog food) is a close second.



Did you ever watch a scary movie that frightened you so much you were afraid of the dark afterward? I mean like you're lying in bed trying to sleep, but you have to pee, but you're scared to get up. It doesn't have to be recently; could be when you were a kid. So what movie was it?
I'm ashamed to say that it happened recently and with something so tacky as that Ghost Hunters show on Sci-Fi. I swear to God I saw that doll's facial expression change! Just before her head spun all the way around. I ran in and jumped on the bed and made Mr. Bee turn out the lights after I was safely tucked in under the covers. Mr. Bee is immune to facial-expression- changing-head-spinning demon dolls from H-E-Double Hockey sticks! That's why I married him. He keeps me safe from the paranormal stuff. I have enough trouble dealing with the just day-to-day normal stuff.


Is there a song that makes you dance every time you hear it? Would you tap you feet and sing along to it in public?
Pretty much all of them. Mr. Bee just wishes I would actually learn the words. For instance he is pretty sure that the lyrics to Billy Joel's River Of Dreams don't go:



"In the middle of the night...
When I'm walking in my sleep....
In my fuzzy, furry jammers....
With the funny bunny feet..."


He's also pretty sure it shouldn't be sung quite as loudly...but I beg to differ. On both counts.

Singing aloud runs in the family. I was once in a grocery store with my Grammie Mildred many moons ago, when the Muzak version of 'Voulez Vous Coucher Avec Moi Ce Soir' came on and she started singing it out loud. I was in high school and I still remember it. That's right. My little 4'10" Grammie pushing her little grocery cart and singing dirty songs in the cake mix aisle. How did she know the words to that song?!? She's a GRANDMA! I know. I'm still in therapy; scarred for life.

Tattoos: yes or no? Do you have any? Tell us! Do you think they're gross? TELL US!
I don't have any but I've often thought of getting a little one in a place where no one would see- like my hip. I even drew one up. It would either be a Celtic knot, the phrase "One starfish at a time" or simply dates that are significant to me. I'm allergic to nickle and unnecessary pain though so I'll probably never go through with it.

I don't think they're gross on others. Mr. Bee has a mighty fine dragon on his left forearm. Some just seem ill advised. I just keep thinking, what is that going to look like when you're 80? They way things are going in my life, any tattoo inked today would be significantly lower in 5 years!

When's the last time you laughed so hard your ribs ached and/or you nearly peed yourself? What made you do it?
Mr. Bee and I set each other off all the time over the stupidest things. Things that never make sense if you try and re-tell it. We almost ditched the car one morning over a botched attempt at singing the Well Fargo Wagon song. See! I told you it's not funny in the retelling!

Draw or doodle a picture of your pet(s) and post it if possible. Nothing fancy, don't be shy!
My doodle of Bentley would just be one big blur;he is in constant motion. Miss Holli wouldn't look at me long enough to draw her, so I'll just post this picture of them from this weekend.

The neighbors across the way adopted a beautiful red husky this weekend; 9 month old Rocky. Ben and Hol spent the entire weekend sitting at the edge of the lawn 'singing' (talk about loud and not knowing the words!) to get his attention or like this on the love seat, pining for him out the window. This is how I would draw them...back to. I could never draw their adorable faces!

Go through a stack or box of your old music. Stuff that you may not have heard in years. Pick one and tell us about it. Is it as good (or as bad) as you remember?
Billy Joel...Yup! Still as good as I remember. I don't remember that the lyrics went like that though. But I can't really tell, it's not loud enough.

Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? We won't laugh!
Depends on how much Mr. Bee has had to eat for dinner!

Well, it was fun for me, memory lane and all that. Don't know how fun it was for you to wade through it! I'd like to see how Mel, Beth, Dale-Harriet, and Jen would answer. No pressure but it's really fun! Ok...pressure!




Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Muppet Guts and Toe Cleavage

I wore my new shoes to work today...er...well, I wore the right one anyway. They are cute little Airwalks ballet flats that I bought over the weekend. Comfy as sneakers, but more stylish (slightly). A new college-age intern at work stopped me and said that she liked them. I thanked her and told her where I got them. Then she said, and I quote, "I wish they were cut a little lower. They don't show any toe cleavage." WTF!?! Toe cleavage?!? People, for the love of God, don't keep making me learn this stuff on the street! Would it have killed one of ya'll to enlighten me on the importance of toe cleavage? With all of the other things, I, as a woman, have to worry about, now I have to be concerned about TOE CLEAVAGE?!? Oy! I'm too old to care, darn it! I've got more than ample cleavage topside (unfortunately) and at forty two years of age, it's rapidly approaching my toes so I'm just gonna go with that. Toe cleavage. Cripes.

I spent the weekend with my new buddy, Grover. He was aptly named as it turns out. Those turquoise streaks that I mistook for painted dye features in the purple, are actually some kind of crumbly, dryer-linty, cushion foamy hybrid that I can only assume is actual Muppet guts. It breaks into little bits and makes a brilliant accent to the yarn. It is not conducive, however, to spinning the thinnest yarn possible nor will it make good sock yarn, unless you enjoy picking blue Muppet Guts out of your 'toe cleavage' every time you wear them. I'll have to think of a higher, nobler purpose for ol' Grover. All suggestions welcome.

Well, I'd better scurry off to find some lunch. I'm wearing short sleeves so I'll be sure and keep my arms bent to show my elbow cleavage to it's best advantage in lunch line! (Wanders off looking at her new shoe and muttering to herself...toe cleavage.....sheesh....)

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Big Bowla Froot Loops

What did I have for breakfast? Froot Loops of course! Breakfast of champions!


Next up at batt (batt! Get it!?!) is this little guy. He is the littlest one in my stash-weighing in at just over 3 oz. His name is Grover and he is from Rainbow Fleece Farm. Isn't he just the cutest little thing with those dribs and drabs of turquoise?
I picked him because I was afraid he was getting monkey stomped by the bigger kids in the stash. I'm going to try to spin him into the thinnest singles humanly possible. He'll make lovely socks. We'll show those big kids, Grover! Doncha worry 'bout a thing!

Thursday, May 22, 2008

Surgery Dates and Tennis Balls

Well, I got a date for my surgery. Not a date like, "Would you like to go to dinner and then escort me to my surgery, Mr. Handsome Super Model?" Although this would make it an infinitely more pleasurable event to look forward to. Not even as in the delectable edible fruit of the date palm. Even that would be preferable. Nope, it's more like an 'I-ruptured-my-Achilles-Tendon-and-all-I-got-was-this-stoopid-day-and-time-to-fix it' kinda date. June 16th is the big day. Then six weeks of down time. Now those of you who know me, know I'm a fidgeter. I don't sit still. Even knitting and watching TV, I'm up at every commercial, darting about, aiming to misbehave. So two weeks 'toes above nose', two more weeks non-weight bearing, and two weeks of physical therapy so I can stiver around ought to be amusing. And probably not in a good way. I may, in all reality, just spontaneously combust. Poor Mr. Bee will just find a little pile of ash and a sticker-covered cast on my end of the couch. (Note to self: buy new dust pan and whisk broom just in case.)

I almost had to back out on the whole business. My doctor, who incidentally is twelve at the very oldest...I swear! I just wanted to pinch his little cheeks and say "Does your mommy know you're practicing medicine today, Pumpkin? Isn't there somewhere else you should be; like soccer practice or Chucky Cheese or something?" But I digress. He had me worried when he said that I'd have to use a walker for four weeks. It's not the stigma of the impression that walkers are only for little old ladies that gave me pause. It was the fact that usually walkers have tennis balls on the legs and I have two 70 # love sponges at home who WORSHIP at the altar of the fuzzy, yellow orb. They love me and all, but I'm not all that sure that they don't love tb's more. I'm concerned that they will sense my weakened state and inability to stage a quick getaway, knock me to the ground, and steal the thing just for the opportunity to drag it off, bliss out and chew. (Note to self: get one of those 'Help!-I've Been-Leveled-By-My-Own-Dogs-And-I-Can't-Get-Up' buttons as a precaution.) It's always something in the life of Molly Bee!

The good news is that I had already joined the Socks of Summer 2008 which starts on June 21st. Serendipity or what? Now I'll be able to knit socks non-stop for 6 weeks! I may even have to enhance my sock yarn stash a little before S-Day! I still have a hefty little nugget of Sow's Ear gift card left that the kids gave me for Admin. Assistant's day last month. My goal is to get a pair of those sport sandal thingies (kinda 1/2 sandals and 1/2 sneakers) and wear knitted socks in them all fall. A little incentive to get back on my feet again-literally!

In the meantime I am spinning my little fingers off. I have spun up two skeins of Froot Loops and have one more on the wheel. Soon it will be time to dive headfirst into my roving stash and pick a new color. It's always a hard decision that requires lots of fondling, drooling and consideration for the feelings of the hanks that might not be picked in this round. It's still one of my favorite things to do!

PS-Thanks for all of the well-wishes for Mr. Bee. He is feeling better although he vows to not eat sushi again anytime soon. He says it's not as attractive in reverse as it was when they presented it all pretty-like on his plate!

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Totally Outnumbered

Legs-22. Heads 5. Tails 5. Combined weight ~475#. Three dogs, one cat, one rabbit and one Mr. Bee with food poisoning from eating sushi last night. Yeah. This will be a short post as you can clearly see, I am in WAY over my head here today!

Our good buddy, Grendel is visiting for a few days while his people are in Philly. You try to get them all to sit at the same time let alone look at the camera together! They all get along great, but that's a whole lotta dog! Moving anywhere within the house involves the whole pack and takes time and patience!

In between letting pups inandoutandinandoutandinandout, ferrying Tylenol to the bedroom and removing Velcro Cat from Mr. Bee's tender tummy repeatedly, I did get a chance to ply up a little Froot Loops. Added a little cheer to an otherwise out of control day!


Had a great time at Knit Night on Friday. Met new friend, Paul and had nice knit time visits with Beth, Shirley and Lois. The lemongrass mint iced tea was to die for! I stayed up with the big kids and didn't leave until 10:45. Making 4" bias squared out of sock yarn for the Dr. Who project inspired me although I only got two done! Beth delivered my prize from winning her blog contest. Pizzels! YUM!

Uh Oh! My pukin' punkin beckons.....Have a great week y'all!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Haven't Been Able To Work All Morning...

I've got the feeling I'm being watched like a hawk.... I can't explain it... unless it's this guy! (Be sure and biggify it and check 0ut those talons! I took this with the company camera through a dirty window, but still...)
You know it's going to be a better day when you get to work and this is perched outside your window! He stayed for over an hour this morning before soaring off to hunt gold finches. Also had a vivid orange Baltimore Oriole out there and we never see those. How am I supposed to work under these conditions!?

Monday, May 12, 2008

Eye Candy

I don't know about you, but after the day I've had, I need some nice soothing eye candy, my good buddy Mabel and quite possibly a glass of Blackberry Merlot to schluff off this day! If that doesn't work, it's a clock tower and a semi-automatic. That's how bad a day it's been! So we'll try the eye candy, spinning, wine thing first....

One very full bobbin of Fruit Loops merino singles... Looks more like Highlighters to me except for the very dark blue.


And my newest socks....
It's Fleece Artist Merino. Can't remember the name but it's all berry colors so let's just call it Blackberry Merlot OK?

(And with that she wanders off, mumbling to herself, to drink some...)

Saturday, May 10, 2008

One Lucky Weiner!!!!!

I'm a winner! I got home today and there was a phone message from the Sow's Ear letting me know that I'd won a travel mug in a drawing that I entered Knit Night before last. Then I checked my email and found that Beth from Chocolate Sheep fame had awarded me her 1,000th comment prize! [And to think I only had to send comment after comment after comment continuously all day to ensure I won! Hee Hee!] I'm a lucky ducky. Even my Bleeding Hearts started blooming today! I should go buy a lottery ticket!

I couldn't read one more word last night and so I broke Mabel out of her library-enforced confinement and spun a little more of the Froot Loops merino. It's got so many bright colors and is so soft that it just makes me happy to look at it! Can't wait to ply it. I'm hoping for a Knock-Down-Drag-Out-Dave-Daniels-esque-Color-Riot!

One of our Sales folks from California brought my co-worker and I 3 bags of Angora Goat fleece that she had recently sheared. It was so soft, but unfortunately she hadn't sheared in over a year and the fleece was too long and matted to be of much use for spinning. My co-worker says it would make beautiful felt though so she took it to work on it. We thought there were two buff colored fleeces and a gray. She washed a little bit of the buff and it came out a gleaming white. Beautiful stuff. I don't think I'm up to the raw and natural stuff though. I like my stuff carded and colored up pretty when I get it. I think probably my next step will be dying already carded roving.

We went over to the University of Wisconsin Swap this morning. They are open to the public the second Saturday of each month. What an interesting place. There were tons of used stuff from the UW that they sell at ridiculously low prices (office furniture, computers, copiers, office supplies) and things that they will be auctioning off online (including some chairs from the Capitol building that had been used as props in Johnny Depp's new movie 'Public Enemy' that has been filming downtown this week). Found a great deal on CD cases!

Mr. Bee mowed the lawn today and then we engaged in some deck sitting while Princess Holli and Senor Snort and Blow played around the lawn. It's the perfect day. No wind. Cloudy-ish and not too hot. First they pull equally, then Ben poops out and lays down. Holli pulls his sorry butt around on his belly for a while and then tires out too and they both lie down and munch on their respective ends of the rope.







Hope your weekend is going as well as ours!

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

The One In Which Poking The Bear Bites Me In The Butt and Harriet Tries To Kill Me

I brought a bottle of water in to work yesterday. It's one of those square Fiji bottles. I bought it because:

1. We were filling up the car so I was at the station.
2. I'm trying to cut down on soda.
3. It was on sale.
4. I was thirsty

That was it. No big ulterior motives. Just a bottle of water. It seemed like such a simple thing.

One of my kids notices it and apparently has never heard of or seen Fiji water bottles before so he asks me what it is. I tell him. He asks why I got that kind. Thinking that it was an especially inane conversation... [Even within the parameters of our usual conversations around here. Just last week our debates included a 20 minute discussion on where that baby powder smell was coming from and an even longer discourse regarding which exact Star Wars film Anakin/Darth Vader lost his hand in. I thought I was going to have to get out the hose on that one! But I digress...] Anyway, I replied, "Because square water tastes better than round water." Yeah. I know. But sometimes I just have to poke the bear. It worked. Never make a statement like that to a scientist. First he paled noticeably and started to shake.Then I got a 15 minute lecture on the molecular properties of H2O. I figure I got off lucky since I suspect he had approximately six and a half more weeks of information on this subject in his big-giant-head, but I managed to divert his attention with something shiny before he really got going. Yeah. Sometimes poking the bear backfires a little.

I did some deck sitting last night, finishing up an awesome book, People of The Book by Geraldine Brooks. We have a magnificent library system here in South Central Wisconsin. I can go online and request any book from any of the surrounding libraries. The selection is huge! I think I can count the books I couldn't get through the system on one hand. Usually I want to read the most recent, popular books, so I go on a waiting list behind dozens of other people. When the book is finally available, I get an automated phone message telling me that the book is at my local library for pick up. The automated message is from (read this in a robotic tone) "Harriet, The Automated Library Voice". Usually I get a call every week or two as one book or another becomes available. I usually have 10-15 at a time on my waiting list in the system. But sometimes, like this last week, everything becomes available at once in a huge avalanche. I think Harriet is really trying to kill me this time. Last evening's phone message ended with a maniacally evil, HAL2000-type chuckle. I swear it's true. I've got so many books that I have put down the spinning wheel and knitting and have been reading until my eyes bleed. If I don't, I'm afraid that the stack of books on my bed side table will topple and crush me in the night. I made it though half of Ice Trap by Kitty Sewell last night. Another amazing read! Harriet may be trying to off me, but what a way to go!

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Fish Feet Finally Finished

I finished knitting my Twisted Rib Socks on Friday night at Knit Night at The Sow's Ear! It seems like I've been working on them forever because I mostly only worked on them at Knit Night or Saturday Afternoon knitting; I've been a spinning fool at home. I like the way they turned out and I love the Tropical Fish Mer-Maid colorway from Blackberry Ridge. I had a record number of passers-by at the Ear ask what yarn it was. It is pretty bright and eye catching! AND Ann from Blackberry Ridge was there when I finished them! Cool Beans

I'm spinning up this wool Louet pencil roving in Froot Loops color way. It's much longer fiber than the ruby Slippers and is spinning up fast which is good since I have a half a pound of the stuff to get through!

Had friends over for dinner and Wii last night. I made Pork Chops with Apples and Stuffing Casserole and it went over really well. It's one of my favorite winter 'company' recipes and it was nice to give it one last hurrah before putting it away until colder weather. I posted the recipe over in Molly Bee's Kitchen Couldn't be easier. After supper we bowled and rode cows via Wii. I can never make it to the finish line in the Cow Race game because it makes me laugh too hard. I lose control of Ol' Bessie and the next thing you know, I've mowed down the shrubbery and she's tilted up against the fence. Such are the perils of bucking bovines I guess!

Off to take Miss Holli to Pet Smart for a beauty parlor appt. I'll take pics of her sassy self when she gets home!

Friday, May 02, 2008

Ruby Slippers

Name: Ruby Slippers
Roving: Wool from Rainbow Fleece Farm (with shiny add in)
Weight: 100g
Wraps Per Inch: 16
Yards: 330


This was so much fun to spin! You know me and all things shiny! I am disappointed that I can't get a decent picture that shows all the tinsely sparkles though. You'll just have to trust that they are there.

Next up: FrootLoops!