I realize that it’s Tuesday and I’m a bit late to blogging about the weekend but we had one amazing Saturday.

The morning was a bit scurried. We took Rogue to get her Rabies shot. This is only her third ride in the car and it was a bit rough going at first. Once she got the hang of it her nose prints were all over the passenger side window.

While Jem was at the skate park I had a thought!

A brilliant thought.

How about a slumber party?

I went to the grocery store for provisions: two flavors of ice cream, Cool Whip, Hershey’s Chocolate Fudge, Mrs. Robinson’s Butterscotch Caramel sauce, popcorn, sodas…

And balloons. We had to have balloons!

I set up the house. I lit candles. I dragged the kids twin beds to the living room and then brought out all of our pillows and blankets. We picked out scary movies (“Nightmare on Elm Street” and “Freddy vs. Jason”). We played truth or dare but no one really wanted to shave their eyebrows or streak the apartment building. (Who would?)

It was one of those rare nights when we didn’t have to think about Jem’s ADHD or if Scout would make a mess. It was nice having an impromtu party and we’ve already planned for a Tea Party with lemonade, tea, little cakes and sandwiches. And a Beach Party.

And just sweeten the pot:

{The Plucky Knitter Handpainted Fingering Merino: Saturday Jeans, on top, and Don and Betty, on bottom. Destined to be some kick ass socks! Maybe party socks.}


All That Matters

Spring break is almost over.

The weather can’t decide between windy and warm or cloudy and cold.

We have been spending more time eating out for dinner. It gives us more time to enjoy the Spring afternoons.

I take naps earlier in the morning so Scout and I can spend the afternoon making chalk art on the walkway. Sometimes we just color with whatever medium is closest to us.

I took off a little too much time from the gym. I feel bad about that.

I studied quite a bit of my Western Civilization book. Not so much studying of Poli Sci or Women’s Studies.

I finished reading House Rules by Jodi Picoult.

I started an herb garden and planted some very pretty Gerbera daisies.

I’ve been feuling my unhealthy stash obsession.

And fabric obsession.

Easter Weekend

I’ve been awake for a while. It’s still early. (8:17 a.m.) And it’s raining. It was supposed to rain sometime last week but instead it glossed over us and came a few days late. It started late last evening. Just a few drops here and there. By 11 o’clock last night we had a full on storm raging. It’s a nice change of pace.

Our weekend was bogged down by a lot of errands (mainly to the grocery store because we always manage to forget something). And a little bit of studying (though I admit there wasn’t as much progress on this task as there was distractions to every thing else).

My mom, Shawn and I stayed up late Saturday night. We watched television together, ate dinner (I made Sweet and Sour Chicken special for my mom), and put together two overloaded felt baskets together. Cadbury cream eggs, Robin’s Eggs, Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Pixie Sticks, Dove bunnies, Peeps (both pink bunnies and blue chicks), Solid Chocolate bunnies (the first two melted in our hiding spot). There were eggs filled with money. And there were toys! Bubble makers and a special edition box of baseball cards. Yeah, the Easter Bunny was suckered.

He apparently had some influence on Shawn too.

Shawn went a little crazy for me. He bought me the new DVD version of Disney’s “Alice in Wonderland” (one of my faves) with all kinds of candy. Candy, which, I don’t have to share.

As you can see, the kids got their own.

And as a “Easter gift to myself” I bought some fiber goodness last week.

I plan on using it (Berroco Inca Gold) for an Eastlake sweater. I also was finally able to grab a large bottle of SOAK Aquae so I can block my sweater. (The Minimalist Cardigan is done. It simple needs a bath and some blocking.)

And because Easter reminds me of Dalton, I decided on a little memorial piece.

I’m also happy to report that I made my very first (but certainly not last) Bourbon and Orange Pecan Pie. I had to take a picture from the recipe though. That’s how good it was.

And while I’m technically on Spring Break I believe my relaxation period has come to an end and it’s time to get back to normal living. At least the laundry and the dishes are done. So should I hit the books or do some knitting? After all, it’s only 8:32. I have plenty of time.


Like everyone else in the country that is battling this H1N1 swine flu epidemic I have finally succumbed. There’s been snotty noses, vomitting, Kleenex balls, Halls cough drops (citrus flavored only), sneezing fits, hacking up a lung type coughing…

Shawn and I cut our night short yesterday. Instead of dinner we did lunch that I thoroughly was delighted with. We don’t go out to dinner, at least not just the two of us. The best we can do for the four of us is Souplantation. But instead we went to one of my favorite Italian restaurants, Buca di Beppo.  And then we spent some time at the R/C racetrack where Shawn races his truck. I fell asleep in the car, the iPod still in my mittened hans.

So instead of bowling we ordered a pizza (and a Cinnapie) from Papa John’s and spent the rest of the night home. We watched movies under a blanket and ate the pizza right from the box. All of that seemed fine.

Until it hit me.

I’ve slept most of the day. The other part of the day has been spent wrapped up in my King size microfleece blanket, sitting as comfortably as possible, watching “Perry Mason” movies, and trying to focus on the little tweedy stitches of a new yarn (and a new pattern).

And that’s all she wrote.

As for the giveaway the winner is: Raina. And just because I decided to give out another owl. The second winner is: Abby! Will both of you please email me at iknit (dot) ipurl (at) yahoo (dot) com. I need your mailing addresses and your color preference. Thanks for playing along everyone!

One Weekend

In one weekend you can…

…go to the park twice.

…decorate the house with paper garlands and glittered snowflakes.

…organize my stash of felt.

…go out to eat at one of our favorite burger joints.

…tickle each other and make funny faces.


…finish one book and start a new one.

…clean out my wardrobe.

…put up 150 Christmas lights.

…watch the kids make a creative mess.


…fall asleep to the sounds of the gusting winds.

…go out to dinner with the family.

…knit 5 repeats on a blanket that will be cherished forever.

…try a new recipe with a new twist.
Balsamic Chicken

In one weekend you can just be.

Pumpkin Patch

With Shawn home on Fridays we were able to attend the Lombardi Ranch Pumpkin Festival without having to brave the elbow to elbow crowds that flock on the weekend. It was a nice day for picking pumpkins. Unfortunately it was also a bad parenting day, weekend I should say. Jem is going through those wonky hormones mixed with ADD and ODD. But I count my blessings anyway. As frustrated as I was, as exhausted as I was, as bad as I wanted to throw my hands up and give up, we made a weekend out of what we could.


{We bought a few gourds for decoration. But when we got home and I really studied it, I asked Shawn, “What was God thinking when he created this thing? Really?” They are just one of the oddest creations.}


{Beautiful colors. Now I know why they call them Indian Corn. Beautiful Indian Summer colors.}


{Fields and fields, and a few more fields, of this shocking orange colored pumpkins. We saw quite a few green pumpkins too.}


{All the kids climbing in, out, and on top of this big pumpkin reminded me of when I was in kindergarten. We had a huge pumpkin that we’d like to play in, especially on a rainy day.}


{We told Scout this was where she would be if she wasn’t a good girl. And then she let out a sinister giggle.}


{Looking for the perfect stem on a pumpkin.}


{Stopping for a bried moment to hang out with Daddy.}


{Sitting down. For a split second.}


{Making creepy crawlies to decorate the house with.}


{A unique piece of artwork.}


{How I make use out of some construction paper, a ghost cookie cutter, some embroidery floss, and a Sharpie pen.}