go take a nap, OBVIOUSLy.

hello again, faithful readers. let me correct myself: faithful reader, named anna. ha ha. the fact that i have no faithful readers is really a dilemma of my own making:

1. i hardly ever write a blog post. this is because once i discovered that it really is hard to become a "popular blogger" or to be an "awesome blogger", possibly "top 40", i gave up, in typical perfectionist/defeatist fashion. "if i can't do it BEST or PERFECTLY, i just won't do it at all. forget trytrytrytry again. i'm going to go do something i'm already awesome at!"
2. as far as i know, almost nobody that i actually know knows about this blog. i don't tell people. i rarely tweet about it. mostly, the fact that i don't tell my mom about it keeps the readers away, because if i told my mom about this blog, she would email all her friends and i'd have a faithful following of mom-stalkers. i'm not sure i can handle that, so i don't tell her. (this has nothing to do with how much i love my mom. I LOVE HER A LOT. i'm just afraid of her hoard of friends-over-40.)
3. this is most important of all: the things i write about are interesting to very few. also, there are not very many photos, which, from what i've gathered, is a big negative in the blogosphere. quite simply, my content could stand improvement.

Oh well. now that my flaws have been acknowledged, i'll move on.

christmas happened here in alabama.

i finished the largest and most complex blanket i've ever knit, as a gift to my husband. however, i finished it today, so it isn't really a christmas gift. and no, i don't have a picture. it's blue-green, and it's big, and it's the most magnificent blanket ever.. a picture is worth a thousand words, and also about 5 minutes of my time... but i'm really quite lazy. so use your imagination, because i'm sure you haven't used it enough today. i know i sure haven't.

speaking of being unimaginative, here's a list of what i did today:

1. ate cornflakes for breakfast. talk about boring.
2. went to work at the preschool and kept some babies. this consisted of changing diapers, wiping spit, arranging blocks, feeding bottles, shushing to sleep. i guess a couple of times i might have tickled played or otherwise engaged in an imaginative activity, for the sake of the babies and their development.
3. came home to eat a healthy and delicious lunch of cheese and crackers. and chocolate. again, unimaginative... all of those things start with "ch". except for crackers, obviously.
4. went to pick up the girls from school. (by the girls, i mean my nanny-girls) sat in carpool trying to figure out a knitting pattern. following a pattern is the furthest thing from imaginative. i didn't even try to deviate from the pattern, which is very unlike me.
5. back at the girls' house, i fed them a snack of nutrition bars and water, instead of our usual snack of fruit smoothies.
6. at this point, we went and sat in the car while both girls cried about going to the park. i considered not taking them to the park, but decided to stick to my guns and take them there, despite the tears, which were, in fact, unrelated to the park itself.
7. we played at the park. this was a brief interlude where i did use my imagination.
8. i brought them back home and left them there with their father, who probably engaged in all sorts of imaginative play with them, while i drove to the grocery store.
9. at the grocery store, i bought the things on my list. i deviated only for a bottle of tomato juice and 2 grapefruits. as far as i am concerned, these are the least imaginative of foods.
10. i came home and cooked dinner from a recipe. (see #4, regarding patterns)
11. i ate my dinner while watching tv, alone. (andrew was at work.) tv kills imagination.
12. i returned to knitting from a pattern.

this brings us to now. now i am about to go put on my pajamas and go to sleep. probably, when i sleep, i will use my imagination more than i have all day. moral of this story: if you really want to be imaginative, go take a nap, and forget trying to imagine what my blanket looks like. it's not really that great anyway.

a few things.

1. if i ever had a fashion line based on my own styles, i would call it slobchic, and it would primarily revolve around the idea that wearing crocs with socks is fashionable AND comfortable. also, messy hair and white t-shirts.

2. i'm beginning to think that my recurring sinus infection/cold is not related to bacteria like my doctor says, but has more to do with my diet, which is 90% spaghetti-os and 10% vitamin c. (i take the vitamin c when i start to feel guilty over my consumption of many bowls of spaghetti-os. apparently, it has no effect in the war against mucus.)

3. i'm in mourning over the loss of my polly pockets, when i was 10 and my mom convinced me that i would never play with them again. i forgive you, mama, but i will never forget. polly is now giant sized and waaaay less fun.

i'm in christmas card jail.

i like christmas cards. i like mailing christmas cards.

but i'm sleepy.
and i still have a few more.
now i'm just whining.

self, you know there are sad people in the world with actual stuff to complain about!

HEY, GUESS WHAT? i got a night light.

yeah, worst blog post ever.

(in other news, i'm going to portland, oregon in one week to visit my brother!!! yay.)

shopping? completed. here's the list of all our loot: 1 pillow, to replace andrew's "flat-low", 1 pair of boots, 1 season of "friends" on dvd (my only true desire from this day), 1 argyle sweater for my husband, the only man under 40 who likes argyle sweaters except for those who also love other men, 1 dvd of "the dark knight", 1 multi-pack of black socks for my husband who wears out socks so fast that i often think of him as a goat, and, last, but certainly not least, 1 game of monopoly.

i am unashamed to admit that only 2 of these purchases were gifts for christmas. black friday is the perfect time to buy things like pillows and socks - things that we need, and are certainly not worthy of being wrapped and given as a gift. it's weird that they were on sale, though, since this is a gift-giving holiday sale. but whatever. it worked out that i didn't want any of the things that were big gift items... ie: a tv, a wii, an xbox, a camera, a gps, an ipad. all of those things were at the center of the madhouse. pillows and socks, however, were quiet corners of tranquility in the store.

also, they were 3 dollars.

anyway, my mother and i returned unscathed, with our bags of things, expecting to see my father sitting on the couch enjoying our 3 HD channels (brought to us by our convenient situation on a hill and an antenna), drinking a beer. instead, we found him sitting at the table, reading the book about facebook (by ben mezrich), waiting on windows 7 to install on my mother's laptop. i should've known it would take longer than 3 hours to complete that. in fact, it has consumed almost 8 hours of his time today.

WHY, WINDOWS?

i know that i'm a "mac-person" now, and thus, will never understand.... but isn't there an easier way? an easy button? a windows genius somewhere? my dad is good at computers and it's taken him all day. this is how i know i would never be able to succeed at installing windows. this is also how i know i will never even try.

thxgvng

thanksgiving is my favorite holiday ever!! i love how it is a holiday with no other purpose than for being thankful for what you have. usually, i'll make lists of things i'm thankful for, lists of things i want to do, lists lists lists.

tonight, though, i feel like i should just say that there is one thing i am really really thankful for:

knitting.
knitting has changed my life, and i am not being joking.

okay, i am.

no, not really.



OKAY OKAY it's a joke. (but i am reallyreallyreally thankful for knitting.)

anyway, since we all know i can't narrow it down to one, mostly because i feel obligated to say that the thing i'm most thankful for is jesus and his saving grace.... i'll just say that i am thankful for SO MUCH because god has blessed me in every way, and we'll move on.

so, BLACK FRIDAY. i'm looking to purchase another "friends" season for 9 dollars. last year, i got season 5. yeah, that's right, folks, i aim big with my black friday purchases. some people go for things like tvs, xboxes, fur coats... NOT ME. i shoot for the stars. anyway, my mom has decided that she has to go to one store at every mall in birmingham. she has very specific tastes, and i respect her for that, but for a person with about an hour-long endurance for shopping like she has.... this is gonna be rough. here's how i imagine this going: after conquering eddie bauer, and fighting the traffic to escape the clutches of the first mall, we realize that a savings of 5 dollars is really not worth it, even though our minds are like, "that's 5 dollars we could SAVE!!!" and then we call up my dad and he's all "i installed windows 7!!" and we're all "we r tired. comin home to eat pie." and then he says, "did you get some nike socks?" and we remember that we HAVE to go to another mall for the nike socks, so then we say, "AUWWWUUUUUU maaaaannnnnn .........nevermind see you in another 5 hours." as we turn on a ke$ha song (because that is just what this moment needs... the world's worst music, sung by america's most insane singer) and begin our pilgrimage to yet another shopping mecca.

why is the best holiday ever followed by the weirdest consumerism ever? stores are opening at 3 am this year. what up with that?

it's cold. i feel like doing only 3 things:

1. wearing pajamas.
2. drinking hot tea.
3. knitting. LOTS OF KNITTING.

i wish i had a fireplace. or at least a firey furnace like i use to have in our old, tiny apartment. i miss that furnace. the things i gave up for the allure of 2 giant bedrooms and less rent payments.....

i feel so cozy in my little apartment today, cup of tea nearby, knitting covering my feet, and the first blusters of winter outside the windows. nevermind the fact that i still haven't turned on the heat, and it's probably only about 55 outside. it's cloudy and cold, and that's winter.

i've been slowly but surely making myself comfortable in our new apartment, since we moved in april, and i feel like it's really becoming home now. photos and paintings are on the walls, there are enough chairs for everyone to sit in, i have a teapot on the stove, and an idea about where to put the christmas tree in a few weeks. i like it here, even if, truthfully, it's not a very nice apartment. haha! from the outside, our complex looks kind of like a dump. but on the inside, it's homey and i like it, and i think that's what really matters. i've never been a real appearance-driven sort of person, obviously.

anyway, just a little note to say that maybe birmingham could be a happy home for me someday soon, starting in the little corners of my apartment.