Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Thomas

Here's a christmas present I can actually post, because the recipient is only 2 years old. No worries about spilling the beans here.



This is Thomas. He is from Sandra Polley's book, The Knitted Teddy Bear. The instructions were clear and the whole project took less than one week. And since I had to occasionally put it down to get on with my real life, (so annoying!) that's pretty quick from start to finish.

WEEKEND GUEST ALERT!

You know how sometimes house guests come to stay and you're all excited about it, and then, after they've been in your home for about 20 minutes you start to get all "omg, this person isn't leaving for 10 days." Well, this little house guest could move in permanently and that would be just dandy with us. Because he's small, furry, loves to cuddle, eats whatever you put in front of him, and doesn't talk back.



This is Miguel, aka Mike, and seriously, you cannot walk by him without having to stop and snorgle for a minute or 20. You can see he has adopted Thomas as his 'naptime pal' which was totally cute because when he plays with his toys he tosses them in the air and does actual ripping/tearing and other destructive things to them when I play tug of war with him. But not so with Thomas. Thomas is his pal, not to be treated harshly.

I think every one deserves a friend like Miguel.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

2:44

That's all the time you need to give up to see these awesome catz. Go ahead, you know you want to.




Thursday, August 14, 2008

Go ahead. Knit a toy!


You'll enjoy it. They're easy, and they're cute, and they make you smile. This snake is a birthday gift for soon-to-be 4-year old Jake, my dh's grandson. Now I need to find an awesome book about snakes that's age-appropriate and won't give him nightmares!


We're going to Vegas, Baby!

The short of it is: A phone call from my mom, who lives in MN, to me, who lives in AZ, saying "I'm going to Vegas. Meet me there?"

Yes, that's really all it took.


First, let me just say, if you love to people-watch, get thee to Vegas. If you stand on any street corner for littl
e more than, say, 15 minutes, you will see every size, shape, age, gender, and nationality that there is to see. (Is this statement politically correct? Whatever, it's my blog.) And exposed boobs. More exposed boobs than you'd ever want to see, or, in the case of my husband, "isn't Vegas awesome?" Note: mine were covered. I'm just not that cavalier about showing my body in public.

Vegas used to have space. Not so much anymor
e. It has concrete and glass, lots of it. Every usable inch of land has been built upon so, yup, you can't see the forest for the trees. This was remarkable to me because I haven't been there for 30 years. I can wait another 30 before I go back (or at least a month or so). Explanation? I don't like lots about Vegas, but then again, it does offer one a break from reality, (me, to my husband, "This is really fun. Are you sure we're still participating in our real life?") and that's often a good thing. So, trips to Vegas, in moderation, might be the best approach.

But the trip via car? Awesome. Here's why:



The red hills of Sedona, AZ. Magnificent. And,




The Hoover Dam. Incredible.