I'm out bitch.

I have moved. Suck my stick Blogger, I've moved to Blogspirit. Please update your links, for all 4 of you that read this blog! I carried all my links and posts to the new blog!

http://lickmysticks.blogspirit.com

See you there!!

Lick my Sticks

So blogger totally erased yesterdays post. Jerk. I'm thinking of moving over to blogspirit. The templates aren't as pretty but I'll get in there and mess with mine until it is. Of course I finally get all settled into Blogger, figure it all out and then start reading other peoples Blogspirit blogs and think: oooo, that's way cooler than mine. How many times did I just use the word blog?

Still no job for me or the husband. Got some bills today so I'm getting anxious. We gotta pay rent today and put a payment on the dog so that cuts our nest egg in half. Come oooon jobs.

Casey's Coat now has a completed body, and sleeves. Sloppy sleeves because I suck ass at PU stitches. See below whining. I have to PU more to decorate the backend of the body and sew up the seam. Both of which I despise doing. I know what you're thinking, so let me elaborate for the HUGE CROWD [haha] of people reading this thinking HEY IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT DON'T KNIT. Well, I only don't like it because I've yet to master it. I used to hate weaving in ends until I figured out I was doing it wrong and thats why it looked like SHIT. [Not that weaving in ends is as fun as say, shots at a Slayer show, but I don't mind it now.]

You see, my only flesh and blood mentor is my mother-in-law [WHO I LOVE!!! Is she here? no, phew.] and going over to her house for knitting usually means withstanding usual mother-in-law banter about whichever child is her least favorite at the time, or generally feeling bad watching her run herself ragged trying to knit AND chase her 3 grandsons around without dropping a stitch. SO I am left most of the time to learn from books, and well...that didn't work out year 1, 2, OR 3 of basic math and it ain't gonna start now. So basically I learned the knit stitch from Ma Helme, and went my merry way from there. Fucking things up over and over until the light shone in my eyeballs and the enigma of [enter this weeks annoyance here] made sense.

So there's a distinct possibility that I will be moving my arse over to the blog I set up on Blogspirit. Which means YAY I get to go change my links in all the rings and BUSTs GWW. Oh well, it's not like I HAVE A JOB. hahah. Who's drinking with me tonight???? Woooo.

Bad Day? Cut Your Hair.

Where's the F&%$ing LOCUSTS???

My husband just came home. Early. Fired. From the same company that canned me for complete bullshit. Two newlywed, unemployed, peas in a pod. Do you suppose I can learn to speed-knit to earn enough to cover rent, food, dog, and car we JUST financed??? No?? Fuck.

Puppies, Roadtrips and Feeling fat.

Well I'm back from getting married, honeymooning and all that happy horseshit. I picked up a new knitting project within days of getting back to celebrate my NEW ARRIVAL! [No I'm not having another child, do I look fucking crazy to you?] I purchased a long-haired, black and white, chihuahua puppy [from a breeder because no goddamn shelters would even give me the time of day. You have to be the Queen of fucking England to be good enough to adopt an animal, it's rediculous. YES I RENT AND HAVE A [extremely gentle, animal loving] CHILD, hang me before the townspeople immediatly. So anyway, he's being FLOWN, yes FLOWN to me when he's old enough and had a vet ok him for traveling. Anyway, here he is, tell me that face doesn't need a sweater!!

So I tried my hand at the "Caseys Coat" dog sweater featured in Stitch N Bitch Nation and didn't really run into much trouble SO FAR [except for freaking out over what EOR meant. A craftster informed me that a. It means "every other row" and b. You are a dumbass. Well, she didn't say it, but I am.] I still do a lot of BSing when I have to pick up stiches around sleeves and whatnot so the trouble has yet to come. Here's the progress so far, I'm nearing the end, decreasing at the butt-side of the sweater. The ribbed part is a fold-down collar. Knit in the small size, obviously, with worsted weight wool blend yarn.

Knitting aside, I have a lot of busy weekends. The Accursed have a lot of gigs coming up, so I got some promotion and flyering and shit to do. They were just granted a prime slot at the Minneapolis Mayhem Fest, playing just before thrash legends SADUS and SODOM. hott. So we have a 30+ hour road trip to prep for in a few weeks, I'm also a Matron of Honor in my friends wedding the weekend after the fest. Other than that stuff however I'm mostly sitting on my narrow Irish ass being bored with my life.

With summer coming, I'm starting to experiance my annual HOLY SHIT IM A WHALE phase. I will follow it by eating things that aren't nearly as good as pizza and cheeseburgers and chasing that with shakes and whatever SPEED/diet pills are on sale. Maybe I'll just go change my hair color instead. I love my red meat.

Also: booze/bbq's/metal fests/roadtrips/wife beater weather. Hooray.

Next up on the knitting schedual, after I cuss and scream my way through the finishing on INSERT DOGS NAME HERE's sweater, is another 2 flapper style "Kittyville" hats for two fabulous lady friends [this is the drawback in knitting yourself something, you're bound to have to knit it for other people eventually] and then it's on to maybe the Cabled Newsboy hat, or the Ultra Femme from SnB Nation, then again the new Knitty IS coming out soon....ooooo....

So to sum up, I'm a dummy sometimes, busy weekends, want my doggie NOW, I can't pick up stitches, fatty mcneurotic, BEER BEER, meat, heat and several projects to complete.