Grrr Arrgh

You know what they say about everything that can happen will.....grrrr

I haven't had time to knit over the past few days, therefore, the project is not moving forward. I only have 2 more months to complete it!! I know it seems like a lot of time but I'm starting to worry.

AND last Friday I ordered 2 skeins of yarn for the project that I desperately need to move on to the next part and they have still not arrived. I know...I know...it has only been a week but they are being shipped from within the state. I could have driven over and picked them up quicker than this is taking.

Overall I'm just in an irritated mood. Blech! But I have the cat hi-jinks which keep me laughing and I get to see the one and only TOM JONES next week. Woot. So, as with everything in life, there are always positive things to look forward to.

Now....if I could only teach the cats to help me knit this darn thing (or clean the apartment).....

The Project UFO

People that have talked to me over the last month have heard about "the project". There are even times when I do the air quotes when talking about "the project". It is my obsession and nemesis and shall be (probably) named "Caffeine" in reference to the substance that has made it possible.

Here it is in all of it's UFO glory. Looking at it in pictures makes me realize I have a LONG way to go.

And a close up...oooooh

And Queue's version of helping take pictures

BTW for the uninitiated....UFO = unfinished object

A Sheep in Sheep's Clothing

If I was a lamb I would do the same thing.

Greetings and blau blau blau

I have decided to jump into the blogspot fray. I guess I am one of those Internet bandwagon people. I have had a livejournal and myspace and now that I'm done with those...well I guess it's time to "grow up" and be a blogger. Not that I'm truly narcissistic enough to believe that anyone would want to read my dribble BUT it is a wacky world we live in and you never now. Better safe than sorry.

This blog will probably be rambling about the sheepy goodness that is wool and the (mis)adventures in knitting that come from the sheepy goodness. There will most likely be a smattering of odd references to things Icelandic (give me skyr or die), German (Heino), or whatever strange thing happened to come out of my cats butt that day. Exciting, eh?!

So I guess that's all for now - but before I go I have one very important announcement:

Dear Phil Stacey, please do NOT try to shake your bon bon!

I know this seems quite random but if you are an American Idol voyeur I hope you concur. That man should not try to dance - especially if it involves hip shaking. It is quite disturbing and I'm pretty sure that my next therapist visit will be comprised of me explaining all of the nightmares this image has given me.