Thursday, August 14, 2008


I've been knitting away on my Socks that Rock July kit. This is the Gumdrop pattern, seen from the back of the leg. Those would be heels up at the top there. They look kind of funny from this angle, but it's the only photo I've got right now. [click photo for Ravelry page]
I've been feeling a bit out of sorts lately. I like knitting a lot, but I haven't really got anything that I want to be knitting. I adore this pattern, but I'm using needles that are a bit small I think, and that's making it less fun. I also have another sock to knit for Jeff, because I do like to make him actual pairs of socks. Not just random single socks. Of course by the September first I need to start a pair for my dad, for his birthday. Meanwhile I don't want to do any of these. Well I wouldn't mind starting the pair for my dad, but I'm sure I don't want to finish them, and I haven't settled on a pattern yet anyway.

I started a Sheldon and so far he's a head and body, no legs, no shell, no face. It's kind of sad, and I don't want to work on him at all. I have a sweater that I've been working on for a year, don't feel like picking it back up. There's a shawl that I think might be one of those things we never finish. Maybe I'll frog it and turn it into a jazzy scarf instead.

I don't know what to do with myself, so I'm still working on the Gumdrop socks. I'm also trying to read Watchmen, but I haven't been making the time for it. I should take it to Dallas this weekend, maybe I can finish it on the drive.

So that's why the no bloggy. Work's been kind of crazy and I think it's been hard to get it out of my head. I'm either worrying over something that I really don't care about, or I'm staring into space zoning out.

In other news, please let me know what Brocoflower tastes like ... if you know.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

No Rest for the Wicked

I had planned to be up bright-eyed and bushed-tailed this morning. Alas I woke with no tail, and I was not bright-eyed at all. I went to sleep a bit later than I intended, but early enough that I should have been well rested. Jeff however fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up sometime in the middle of the morning/night he decided to crack open his Orange Box. The first hint I had that Jeff wasn't sleeping was sometime around 3:30a when the cats were going bonkers begging for food, and making some sort of unidentifiable noise.

By 4:30a they kept me awake long enough that I figured out the problem. My darling husband was in the office, and our darling kitten desperately wanted to join him. She expresses this desire by screaming outside the office door (6 inches from the open bedroom door) and clawing at the underside of the door. When I got out of bed I could have just killed them all. I don't think I've ever woken up so grumpy in my life. Of course that's when Jeff realizes he should probably try to get some more sleep before work, so he comes back to bed and tortures me with his snoring. I got a little bit more sleep, but it wasn't much, and then it was time to get up.

I spent most of my pre-work time this morning trying not to be pissy. I think I did okay, all things considered. Since then my mood has continued to improve, and I don't even want to strangle the 5 of them anymore. I do however want a nap.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Scuba Tuba

We spent this weekend completing our Advanced Open Water Scuba certification. For those not familiar with scuba, the first step is generally to get Open Water certification and this means you know how to scuba, and you can go to depths of 60 feet. The next step is to go to Advanced Open Water which allows you to safely dive the full range of recreational dive depths, which means not any lower than 130 feet. You also learn more about various skills to help you be a better diver, like buoyancy and navigation.

It was a pretty hectic weekend. We took Dinah and Bullet to the vet for their annual shots at 8am, and picked up flea and heartworm stuff for all 4 kittehs. The vet tech fawned all over Bullet, she has a real soft spot for black kitties, and apparently the crazier the better. It was sweet, but poor Bullet was just freaked the heck out by the whole leaving his house thing. He cried all the way there, while Dinah tried to hide under his butt.

After that we went home, but only got to relax for a little bit. Jeff had to run out to Chris's house to borrow a dive light, slate, and some dive computers. Then we left around 11 to go get lunch before class, and had some tasty Culver's burgers. I love their crinkle fries! We spent about 1 1/2 hours going over the chapter reviews in the class room, and then it was time to head home again for about an hour. We're lucky to live so close to the dive shop, so that we didn't have to find a way to just kill time between there and the lake.

We all met out at Lake Travis Windy Point at 3pm, ready to start diving. Saturday we had 3 separate dives. The first dive was to work on buoyancy control. I can tell that I've already gotten better, just from having done more dives. Still, I definitely have a LOT of room for improvement. We also swam around and learned a bit about the layout of the area. After a brief rest we went back into the water and practiced navigation techniques. We swam a square and a triangle as pairs. Luckily my Jeff has a good sense of direction, and knows how to read a compass. I tried to keep count of how many kicks we did on each leg, so that they'd be roughly the same length, and it went pretty well. We did have to do the triangle twice before we succeeded, but that's better than I could do on my own. After that dive we had a longer break, and went to grab a quick dinner, before going back to the lake for our night dive. I feel kind of bad for anyone in the class that hadn't done a real night dive before. We went down about 8:10p and were back up before 8:40p. It counted as a night dive because sunset was listed as 8:10, but it doesn't really get dark until almost 9. The water is so murky that it's difficult to see in daylight even, so it gets harder, but not more fun. At least the night dive in Hawaii (which terrified me) you could see what you pointed a light at.

That night we managed to clean up our gear, pack new towels and such for Sunday, and shower before conking out for the night. We were pooped. Sunday we ended up having to leave a bit earlier than expected because we needed to put gas in the car, and we needed more cash for the park and tank refills. Jeff's wallet wandered off sometime Saturday, so it was just one more wrinkle. Everyone met at Windy Point again just before 10am. We did two more dives Sunday. The first one we did was our deep dive. We made it down to 75 feet, and saw some pink flamingos under water. (there are also boats, a car, and other sunken objects out there) After that dive we spent a decent break on shore and practiced tying knots. Our last dive was search and recovery. Jeff and I were teased for not being able to find the brick that was hidden over a ledge, under a boat, and that matched the lake bottom. After being given a hint we headed back down and returned with said brick. (the knot tying was for this brick that we used a lift bag to get up to the surface) Then we floated at the surface waiting for our turn to look for a kitchen sink. The kitchen sink was much easier to find, but a lot harder to move. Lacy and her loaner-buddy went last so we waited bobbing along in the water until they finished. It was a lot cooler in the water than waiting up top by our gear.

After getting our log books signed and packing everything back into cars we, Lacy, and another couple met up with Lacy's husband Sean at Maudie's for some tex-mex goodness and margaritas. It was a lot of fun to go over our diving adventures with fellow classmates, and brought a nice close to our class. There's only so much I can tell you about the dives that won't just make your eyes glaze over if you haven't been down there to see it. And of course we all had to commiserate with Lacy for having a bad buddy. He really just didn't seem into it for the last day, and that made it a lot less fun for her.

We had planned on trying to hang out with other friends Sunday night, but by the time we made it home in the afternoon all the activity and heat had wiped us out. We didn't even unload the car, just went inside and took an hour nap. We did a little housework, and once it cooled off we unloaded the car, and started cleaning up our gear. We were so tired we didn't even notice that we'd been sunburned while doing all that surface floating until much later when we finally got around to taking showers. My right hand looks much better today, but yesterday there was a great line where my white arm had been covered by my wetsuit, and the top of my hand was a lovely shade of pink. I'm also covered in small cuts/scratches that I have no idea where I got them. I am a delicate flower.

No photos I'm afraid. The camera never made it out of the bag. There was no point in trying in the water, and we weren't all that keen on having pictures of us wilting in the 100* heat of the day. We probably should have at least taken a picture at Maudie's with everyone, but by then I think we were just too tired to think straight. So you'll just have to take my word for it. It was some hard work, but a lot of fun, and even though I was scared before every dive that I would fail somehow, I'm totally glad that we did it.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

A Post Without a Title Still Smells as Sweet

I know I've been quiet for a while, even on Plurk I've missed some days, but you know sometimes you just get too busy to stop. My strawberry plant hasn't stopped though. It has started sprouting berries! The first picture is the first berry the first morning I spotted him.
Just two days later and it's starting to look more like a real strawberry. There are two other berries coming in just above the red one. So I've only got this one plant left out of 10, but at least it is doing really well. I'm proud of myself for at least keeping one alive. You don't want to see what happened to the basil....
I got in a Socks That Rock club shipment in July, but haven't blogged since then. I loves the colors and it actually came with two patterns this time (yay!) and sweetarts. Click the B&W to see the color pictures.
I've been knitting a pair of socks for my Jeff. So far 1 down, 1 to go. I might have to take a break from them to knit some STR club sock, but we'll see. I'm torn. I think maybe I'm not really in a sock mood right now, or maybe not even really in a knitting mood. I have a lot of junk in my head, but it could also just be that a month of 100* weather is enough to kill my mojo.
Still, I have also been knitting a wool hat, so maybe the heat isn't so bad. This is some lovely squishy delish Malabrigo worsted. I'm knitting a brioche hat with a pattern Jeff got in a class. I figure we paid for the class, and he hasn't used the pattern so I might as well. This is coming out a bit big, so it might be for Jeff as well.
I'm planning on grabbing some soaps and/or oils when the Happy Housewife site goes live. There's very limited stock though, so I'm not sure how successful I'll be. I have a short list of what I'd like to try and grab, and I'll let you know how it goes. Also planning on some BPAL purchases later in the month, when the Halloween update goes up.

Not much else news here. We're trying out this whole exercise thing we've been hearing about. It would be nice to be in better shape. We have pretty good eating habits, so I think this "moving around" might be the missing piece of the puzzle. No more gym memberships, since we haven't gone at all this year, so we're doing it the old fashioned way.

Hope you have a great weekend, and try to stay cool.