Archive for August, 2009

Friday Feel Up

Go check ’em.  Make sure you don’t have cancer.  It sucks.

Bunnies, Bunnies! IT MUST BE BUNNIES!

So I have been knitting.  Still working on my Mom’s dress, though it’s hard to take anywhere due to its size.  Lots of sock knitting in doctor’s offices.  AND since just about everybody I know seems to be pregnant, I’ve started knitting bunnies. The pattern is from 101 Designer Knits and I think it’s called the Blanket Buddy.  This is made from CottonTots  which I’ve never worked with before but now understand why people love.  It’s SO soft.  And washable.  Awesome.

BTW, bonus points to those who guess where the post title comes from.  Not too hard if you know me well.  Grins.

Extra lyric hint:  Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes.  They've got those hoppy legs and twitchy little noses.  And what's with all the carrots?  Why do they need such good eyesight anyway?!?!

Extra lyric hint: Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes. They've got those hoppy legs and twitchy little noses. And what's with all the carrots? What do they need such good eyesight for anyway?!?!


I didn’t even know there WAS a day for cupcakes.

Happy National Cupcake Day!  I, for one, can get behind a holiday celebrating cupcakes.  So the kids  and I made some and delivered them to their neighborhood friends.  🙂

Grilled Mac and Cheese Contest

It’s been nutty here at Casa de Throws Like a Girl and I completely spaced the mac and cheese thing.

1 and 1/2 hours.  It really took that long.  and no, it was NOT the best mac and cheese ever.  After all that the kids wouldn’t eat it.  Figures, huh?

So that makes our winner Marie of Knitted Gems!

Marie – I was thinking of knitting something for your coming little one as a prize.  Got a favorite color?  Or a specific need, IE soakers if you’re cloth diapering…  Also, if you could pm me your address over at Ravelry.  🙂

Be well, Grandma.

We always think there is more time.

I should really know better.

Last night my grandma passed away.

When I was little, she lived with us.  The first of many relatives to reside in our basement.  I remember how soft her skin was.  (I used Oil of Olay religiously for years because that’s what she used.)  My room was in the basement too.  And rather than tell my parents I was scared to be down there, I would crawl into bed with my grandma, much like J does with us now.  (Though I was much more than 3.  That’s probably why I cut him a little slack.)

She sang.  And painted.  And sewed.  She made me a green paisley vest in junior high school and I wore it for years.

She took care of people.  Four children first, by herself since my grandpa died relatively young.  Then us.  Then her own parents.

She was the only other member of the family to have breast cancer, although she had hers around 70, I think.

Somewhere I have the picture I wanted to use today.  Taken when she was just 17, about the time she was married.  Sadly I can’t find it.

I’m sorry I didn’t call more, Grandma.  I love you.  I thought I had more time.

Turtle on!

That’s a saying over at the YSC that describes going through cancer treatment and reconstruction.  The drain came back out today.  Not because it had finished draining, but because, after all the testing, there is still no infection.  And having drain much longer could actually introduce one.  So I’m drainless and wearing a sports bra to compress the fluid.  Woo.

I also had my first expansion today.  Weird experience.  GIANT needle with saline.  Luckily I can’t feel a thing.  It’s actually sort of funny how they find the port of the expander.  It has a magnet in it so they use a little device similiar to a stud finder.  Then plunge the giant needle in.  I have no feeling whatsoever in frankenlefty; too many nerves severed.  But frankenrighty is a little uncomfortable.  Ah well.  It’s part of the process.

Turtle on!