Morning of Terror

It happened again. How could it happen again? Is it spring already? It can't be! I thought I had til May!

Last night I stayed up too late, there was just always one more thing I wanted to do. So I was tired this morning, and coming in to work on things that will never go anywhere while I wait to find out if I'll have a job and what it will be just isn't that compelling. It was after 8 when I decided I really had to acknowledge the morning and get up. Got my shower without really opening my eyes, as I do. Put in my contacts and looked into the mirror, and THERE, right behind me, on the wall where it had obviously just watched me shower, was a HUGE, full-grown, minion of hell! Terror and loathing filled me and I instantly ceded it the bathroom. They have wings here! Who knows what it was planning!

I did the only thing I could do, other than curl into a ball, whimper, and figure out how to teleport to the surface of the sun where I could be clean of this abomination. I called Ben at work and sobbed incoherently. Luckily this is a prearranged signal between us, and he correctly interpreted it as, "Please come save me from the hideous freak of nature that is attacking me!" (By attacking me I mean existing in sight of me. It's a mental attack.)

He is most wonderful person on earth, and the only one I know who would leave work to come rescue me from a cockroach, and that is one of the many reasons I am marrying him. But he hasn't yet learned how to teleport to me immediately, despite my clear wishes on the subject, and so it took him ten minutes to get there.

So I waited. I couldn't allow the mentally-scarring beast to be unchaperoned, because the only thing worse than knowing a huge cockroach is right there is knowing a huge cockroach WAS just right there and now COULD BE ANYWHERE OH GOD OH GOD. Before I called it had been still, apparently hoping its huge, dark, disgusting body would go unnoticed on my cream-colored walls, but after a few seconds, and I am nauseous as I attempt to describe this, it began.. it began to move. Slowly, with gag-inducing motions, it extended its terrible legs and crept around my wall. MY wall! The wall I live in! Or next to, you know, near!

Its ghastly antenna flexing, it crept towards the shower. My shower! Where I had just been, completely vulnerable to it! I could tell it wanted to wash its own evil essence away, perhaps using my nice shampoo! I had to do something!

Acting quickly, I reached out and turned off the light. It froze, but only momentarily. It was emboldened by the return of the shadows! Perhaps its dastardly plan involved darkness somehow, shutting out the sun so it could more easily work its evil here. I couldn't allow that! I turned the light back on. Again it froze, but again only for a moment. Its long dark legs were still moving, still writhing terribly against my innocent wall.

The Kitten had since woken up and was attempting to console my obvious terror by rolling on the floor and waving her paws at me, but it was little help. There was too much evil emanating from the bathroom.

I called Ben again to inform him of the status of the hideous creature. "Ben, it's moving! Hurry!" He was two blocks away. I turned the light back off, hoping to confuse it just a little longer. Was its plan succeeding or not? How could it tell? It was clearly wondering if it could reach the shower faucet and enjoy the rest of my hot water.

Finally he was there! Looking adorable and capable in his bomber jacket, he came in and I pointed, attempting to stop gibbering in fear, towards the dark bathroom. He turned the light on and even he was taken aback by the size of the savage fiend lurking there. He closed the doors to prevent its escape, and then I heard it. The THUMP of victory. It was following closely by the toilet flush of safety and then the sound-of-hand-washing of peace.

Its reign of terror was over. I celebrated by only crying a little on Ben, and then letting him go back to work. Luckily his boss thought it was very sweet of him to overthrow the infestation for me.

Christmas Vacation

Most of our vacation was spent not dying in a blizzard, this is harder than it may appear. Houston got a very rare half-inch of snow before we left, which shut the whole city down. About an hour after we landed in NJ, it began snowing there, and stopped a day later after dropping 20 inches of fluffy snow, which is about a 10-year occurrence there, not exactly common. It continued to snow in Omaha, NE, they got more snow on top of the 2.5 feet they already had lying around. So I am now COMPLETELY SICK of the cold and snow and boots and hats and gloves and coats and my hair exploding from static and dryness!

I HATE the cold anyway, it makes me sad and lonely to be cold, there is a reason I moved to Florida and then Texas! I have never been so happy to come back to Houston, it was glorious to see blue skies and palm trees and a complete lack of 3 foot snow drifts about. Of course the Houstonian lack of awareness that other people do in fact exist is made much more obvious after being in places where people actually realize that you are a human being and treat you as such, but you know.

Christmas loot lists seem to be the thing to do, so here is mine! First is a framed photo of B. and me from his cousin's wedding we went to last year, taken sneakily by his parents, and vying for my favorite present ever. That smile on his face makes me want to cry and sing and laugh and dance all at once, and when I am too blinded by it I look at his hands, holding me close, and oh I am going to marry him so hard!


Love love love.

The only possible contender is a letter written by my sister. This year she wrote each person in our family letters telling us how thankful she is know us, she made us all cry, especially my mom.

I got so much love for Christmas, it was more awesome than I can say.

I also got stuff though! More stuff than I can remember, actually, we shipped most of it so I get a second (actually like 14th by now) Christmas when it gets here.

But including:
Lots of pretty socks! I love socks.
A really pretty glass candle holder, like a hurricane lamp almost, with birch trees on it and a metal base in the shape of leaves.
Pottery from North Carolina, from my sister who lives there
A wedding frame for our wedding pictures, awww
Books about knitting!
A hand-made dice bag from my mom, it's really cool looking, I'll post pics
A signed copy of Storm Front, the Dresden Files book by Jim Butcher, signed with my name and a exclamation point! From our best man and his wife, who got it when Jim Butcher did a signing in Omaha. So cool!

And speaking of socks (I was, really!) I turned the heel on my knitted sock somewhere over Virginia, and picked up stitches for the gusset at my parents' house! It was surprisingly not as hard as I expected, I watched the sock videos on KnittingHelp about 10 times before I left, which really helped. The bottom of the sock is now 6 inches long, and I am almost to the toe! It fits on me now, though it's tight, and I will take pics but I need a pedi first :) It's soooo pretty, I love the yarn, I love the sock, and I am blown away that I fiddled with string for a while and now I can keep my heel warm with it!

I'm planning to get a pedicure and a haircut with Christmas monies, I think it's been about a year since I got a haircut. My hair is really long, longer than it's been since high school, but the ends need to be trimmed and evened out. I'm not sure how long I want it for the wedding, so I'll keep the length until I decide.

Overall it was an awesome vacation, though we were both glad to be back in our own homes and beds and once again be in charge of what we do and when. Travel is nice, not least when you come back.

Pictures!

Us by the trees we will be married in front of in the summer:


Very romantic. I love those trees.

Also note he's wearing the scarf I knit him :)

Speaking of knitting,

It's a sock!

On four tiny needles!


A sock ready for travel:


Kitten graciously helped model the sock:


And also tried to eat the yarn, but that's understandable.


It's very pretty yarn. Here it is before I wound it, hanging with some friends:

Sock sock sock

Sockity sockerson sockityness!

I started a sock! I have almost 2 inches of sock! It has ribbing at the top, and then is smooth, and it's knit using 5 needles, which is blowing my mind.

It's possible I'm a bit overexcited about this sock. Maybe.

I've been reading the Yarn Harlot blog and books,and she writes a lot about knitting socks, and they just seem so awesome, and I love socks, always have, especially bright pretty colorful ones, so I got sock yarn and tiny tiny sock needles, and as soon as I learned how to purl more or less successfully I started one!

It is full of tiny tiny stitches on tiny tiny needles, and I'm knitting in the round, as they say, so now that I'm doing the flat part I just do knit stitches all the way around, and it makes stockinette all by itself!

I had to start it a few times, the first time I started it I was unable to count to 2 successfully, so my knit 2 purl 2 ribbing got all messed up, but as it turns out I had messed up the cast on anyway, so I ripped it back and started over.

AND! I dropped stitches twice, but I fixed them! I feel like a real knitter and all, it's awesome. I used a video on Knitting Help and picked up my dropped stitches, and one of them you can't tell at all! The other got a little fuzzy because I had messed up the row before a bit, but I think the yarn is going the right way, just sticking out a bit.

I had no idea what my gauge would turn out to be, so I pretty much just started it and figured it would fit someone. It looks like it will be too small for me, but will probably fit one of my sisters. If they're lucky it may even get a friend someday and be a pair!

Home again

So we're home again. I'll get some pics from my camera tonight so I can post them.

We flew on a plane and hung out in airports full of strange people, so of course we both caught a cold. Luckily we weren't sick up there, but we both woke up with stuffy noses and sore throats today. We might also just be allergic to Houston, it has some of the worst air quality I've ever seen.

And it's cold and rainy out, and I couldn't spend the day snuggled up in bed with the cat the way I'd prefer. Of course I'd always prefer snuggling with her to going to work, but you know. It doesn't pay as well.

There were people smoking inside at the party at my ex-best friend's house, and so our coats and the scarf I just made got all smelly, ick. The scarf is washable, luckily, and I ended up leaving my coat on my parents' porch to air out, figuring I wouldn't need it too much here, but of course now it's freezing here. Literally! The low on Friday will be 31 F! I can't take this kind of thing. I hate hate hate the cold, it makes me achy and sad and tired and grumpy. I need to live on the equator, or possibly the surface of the sun.

Our vacation was awesome though! We both really needed one. Thanksgiving was sooo good, my Aunt cooked and my Mom brought a bunch of sides, and they are both awesome cooks. Then we went to my cousin's ginormous house and B. beat him at pool, and only then told him he'd been up for 36 hours and hadn't played pool in about a year, which amused me :)

Saturday we went up to Lambertville and visited the park we'll get married in and the Inn the reception will be in, and went to the Church of the Missing Pastor to see if he was still alive. There was a lady there who claimed he'd "just stepped out," but had us leave him a note on what she said was his desk. Oddly she insisted we put it in a sealed envelope, which only makes sense if this "Pastor" is actually a spy and regularly receives secret communication from other spies posing as couples who want to be married. Even now he's probably busy decoding our message to try to find out where the documents are hidden. He's certainly not busy doing anything like, you know, calling us back.

7 months and 20 days!

Til we get married! Tonight after work I'm going to pick up the dress I'm going to be wearing! It's in, it's bustled, it fits perfectly, I love it, and I cannot wait until he sees it. That won't be for the aforementioned 7 months and 20 days (and probably about 8 hours from now) when I am walking down the aisle, trying desperately not to trip and fall or forget how to walk, as I am capable of doing. I haven't had any more dreams about having to get married in jeans or a bathrobe since I ordered it, yay! Now I just have to figure out where to keep it for 7 months, and how and when to get it to New Jersey.

Most of the big wedding planning is done, the only big-ish thing left is the minor detail of someone to actually perform the ceremony. We had what seemed like a very nice pastor who was all set to do the ceremony, at least until he was kidnapped by dragons and held for ransom on the sun. Or whatever happened to him, I have no idea, because he hasn't returned emails or phone calls for 5 months. I sent my sister out to see if she could find him at his church, but no dice there either. So I need to see if his parents are ok with a non-denom person doing the ceremony. All else fails, I know one of my friends would get internet-certified for me, or since we're technically getting married in PA we can get a Quaker license and just need 2 witnesses for it.So we will be married, even if that pastor has accidentally traveled back in time and prevented his own birth!

Now I know perl and purl!

My knitting instructor had to go Russia this week, so I am attempting to teach myself the second knitting stitch, the purl stitch. I got yarn in a color called Rose Camo, and it looks like a rose garden all mixed up. It is also the softest yarn they had, I love it!


I started with 26 stitches, and somehow ended up with a hole (bottom, to the right of center) and 27, but it's good practice!

Ben's scarf is coming along nicely! His is made using just knit stitch, but I like the wavy pattern it gets.


His is very soft and fuzzy too. I spent most of my time this weekend trying to figure out how to purl, so haven't gotten much further on his, but I'll do more of it this week.

The Kitten, keeping with her reputation as a strange cat, pretty much ignores the yarn but is fascinated with the knitting needles.