Monthly Archives: December 2006

now you know

Uh. Sorry about that. One of the reasons I don’t write every day is that each entry takes me over an hour – and 75% of that time is spent editing. As you can see, I didn’t do that last night. Urk. And now I can’t take it down because that would feel dishonest. I’d pull a post if it upset people, but that one was just boring and trivial, and that doesn’t seem like a good enough reason to yank it. Continue reading


a day in the life

I got my yarn samples from Rohrspatz & Wollmeise today so I’ve been swatching up a storm. Here’s one view of the sweater I’m planning to make, from the Knitting magazine I bought in Seattle. Here are the colors I asked for… samples.png

Every batch is different, and of course yarn in real life looks different from yarn on a computer screen, so the very-promising Gewitterhimmel (Stormy Sky) is in reality not quite right, though it will make someone a damnfine baby sweater… any takers? I’m leaning toward the Vergißmeinnicht (Forget-me-not) at this point. Continue reading

all better

The headache is gone, I picked up DrBob from the airport today, my family is all together again, the house is clean, the sheets are clean (on our bed, at least – the kids don’t give a rat’s ass), and I baked a pie. Apple! And I threw in some Craisins we’d had lying around forever (and reduced the sugar, of course) and it’s very good. Dinner was on the table on time and for a wonder, everybody ate it. Yes, I can do the domestic goddess thing (I can sew, too), I just don’t, usually.  Elemmaciltur was right, I did survive. I still made a nasty face at my computer when I read that comment, though.

Oh! speaking of computers, I have a new one! Woot! After years of laptops, I have taken two steps back and bought a desktop, gee I feel so retro. Except, you know what? For €999, the price of a low-end laptop, you can get a pretty jazzy desktop. My screen is HOOGE! And my CPU is teeny! And it’s all silver, yay! Ooo! And it came with one-a them printer-copier-scanner things – now if it only made coffee, it would be perfect.

And Christmas is, oh, more or less on track. This year we’re hosting it: yes. My Mother-In-Law will actually be coming to MY house for the whole thing, and I am oddly un-stressed about it all. I pulled Ignatz’s birthday together pretty much with one hand tied behind my back, so I’m feelin’ my Wheaties at this point. Everything will be fine.

Song du jour of the day: Gettin’ In the Mood (for Christmas), by the Brian Setzer Orchestra.

headache, day 3

You know, I generally walk through life composing blog entries. While cleaning the kitchen, walking down the street, dusting the bookshelves, I’m talking to myself, rewinding, editing, planning. But actually posting them? Not so much. Wonder why.

So Ignatz’s birthday was a success from his point of view… he got good loot and had fun. Two of his friends stayed overnight, and one of them is still here. Yes, day three. And it’s the best friend – now I have no problems with the principle of a best friend, God knows I value mine, but please. This is the child who never says anything when he can shout it. Who considers screaming a valid form of entertainment. Who has to be vocalizing every single waking moment. And both my children seem to feel the need to keep up with him, so the cacophony is trebled. And he’s often mean to the Sniglet, who adores him for reasons I find completely incomprehensible. So in addition to the shouted conversation there are also the occasional heartbroken wails from my younger son, and then I have to comfort him.

Also? Boy. Some of you do not have this kind of son, but there are lots of them out there: his mother in ineffectual, his father is the only real authority in his house, so he doesn’t respect any women and feels free to be rude to his friends’ mothers as well. Now, when Ignatz was 5 and we lived in the States, I was able to cope with the occasional bad behavior from one of his friends. My basic principle was, while you’re in my house, you’re my child: I’ll bandage your boo-boos, feed you, and bark at you if you’re bad. But that doesn’t work here for two reasons: one, I’m not confident enough in my German to be sure of making myself understood; and two, I don’t like this kid.

But my kids do. And I’m not in the business of choosing their friends for them. I will be, if they ever pick friends that could hurt them or land them in jail, but this one’s basically just obnoxious. And loud.

So I have this headache, and I’m being a martyr, and I hate martyrs.

Also? This is not one of the blog entries I’ve been walking around composing. I’ll get those out at some point. Really.

Song du jour of the day: One Last Party (weekend in New York), by KiDDO

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when I get a few precious minutes to myself…

I waste them on stuff like this:

E’en so here below below,
Let alala be swungen.

Ding Dong Merrily on High
from the Christmas Song Generator.

Sounds like I’ve been drinking. A lot. I mean, really: swungen? But no, I have a house full of twelve-year-olds, and I must keep my wits about me. Any minute now they’ll start flinging feces. Or is it baboons that do that? I can never remember.

The Christmas-song thing was ganked from the ever-fabulous BusyMom.

Song du jour of the day… should be obvious.


Still working out the jet lag kinks, so this may be a tad on the incoherent side.

Working from home sucks. For one thing, nobody believes that you really work, so the family feels free to interrupt you every two minutes, and outsiders, especially other moms, give you that smirky, “must be nice” look that always make me wish for a handy chainsaw. Yes, I brought work home from the office – uh, three and a half weeks ago, now – and the pile is not getting smaller.

I am totally unprepared for Ignatz’s birthday the day after tomorrow – totally. And if you ask me anything about Christmas, I will start to wheeze. I really will.

Also? PMS. Gah.

Song du jour of the day: Blood Shot Adult Commitment, by Madrugada.