Reluctantly Random

So this blog has pretty much become all-random, all the time.  It's just like that lately.  I have to confess I've been a little resistant, for some reason, about posting the last couple of weeks, and I even sent off a lovely crocheted beaded bracelet from this kit (fastest, most awesome gift project EVER) without photographing it.  Some knitblogger, huh? 

There are cute things being said by cute children (use of the word "freakin'" as an adjective has commenced and Rhys and I are scrambling to establish our stance on the matter--better than actual curse words, yet...but we don't want to have to stop saying it ourselves...we're gonna go with thumbs up on "freakin'"). 

There are myriad objects to be felted and myriad others to be knitted, mostly mittens.  My children have many teachers and they each have multiple hands (mean=2, which I suppose is a good thing in terms of knowing my children aren't being cared for by aliens or, god forbid from a holiday knitting perspective, octopuses).

My Better Pal has sent me the most delicious gift that deserves to be photographed and documented in detail, and there is some divine brown roving involved that I desperately want to spin, except for all the mittens I must knit.

I owe you guys some recipes.  That chestnut thingy.  And I was going to tell you about the Lesbian Wedding Soup recipe I made up.  (A lot like Italian Wedding Soup, but a little nontraditional.  And vegetarian.  Like that.)  I still am.  At some point.  Soon.

But there's been some goal-oriented knitting, and some standing in line at the post office and some wrapping of presents and trimming of trees and care and feeding of deans and vice presidents and executive directors with agendas (all sorts: meeting, hidden, stone-tablet).  And in the most ironic item of all, I need to update my resume with my job so that I can write a cover letter and submit it to apply for my job.  You know, the one I didn't want permanently.  Yeah, that's the one.  And of course there are the stress dreams where I apply for it and don't get it.  Because they're not that into you.  Yeah, those.

So anyway, merry whatever, thank goddess for a few small voices of sanity, and a happy new year.

I do plan to make a bit more sense on Wednesday, which, by the way, will be non-random.  Because it's the longest night and the "beginning" of winter (ahem), but it's also the last day that the dark creeps in and the beginning of the return of the light.  And I have a few things to say about that.  Indeed.

Comments

[Carole]

You're not a bad blogger, just a busy one. I'm glad everyone is fine and the kids are continuing to say cute things. No stress about the job - how could they possibly not absolutely love you?

[Sara]

Well the non-random Wed post is a freakin' good thing to look forward to ;) Ack re the resume etc. I got the shivers reading that. Not b/c you won't get the job; just a viceral response to the process. One freakin' step at a time....

[Imbrium]

We're all crazy busy...don't stress about blogging. It's supposed to be fun, remember?

I can certainly commiserate on the resume thing...I abhor anything that smacks of job-hunting. Don't worry too much about it though...I'm with Carole - how could they not love you?

[Katy]

I am sitting here picturing octopuses (octopi?) wearing gorgeous hand knit mittens. And eating Lesbian Wedding Soup. :)
Cheers, and happy freaking you-know-what!

[Kat with a K]

Nah, we like random! The Lesbian Wedding Soup recipe sounds yummy, though.

[Kelly]

Hi Secret Pal!

That's so funny! I'm going through the very same thing in regards to the word "freakin". I caught my daughter saying it, and I'm not sure what to do, but I know I don't wanna have to stop saying it!

Happy Holidays
--Kelly

[Jen (yup, another one)]

Very much looking forward to the chestnut recipe. However, I heard an interview on NPR this morning and thought of you, as the chef was discussing a vegan show-stopper: Roasted Butternut Squash Pie. It sounds divine and looks pretty damn good (pic and recipe on NPR under Morning Edition http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5061912). That might work for a holiday dinner for your mom.