Ohio State lineman Kirk Barton just made a whole bunch of Irish enemies. What a dick. He probably couldn’t get in.
Month: November 2006 (page 4 of 8)
And just a quick note about tonight’s final Australian Idol performances… Damien’s got this one in the bag. Jessica was good, but his songs were just better. He even made the crappy manufactured single into something I would actually buy. (Note to Holden: Put that Ben Harper song as the B-side and I’ll pre-order. Seriously.) My only complaint – and I fear this will be unpopular – was the falsetto. I know it’s his thing, but the fact that he puts it in EVERY song means that part of my enjoyment is marred by waiting for the falsetto shoe to drop. His voice is so great without it that I don’t need to be reminded of the falsie during every single number. LOSE IT, DAMO! Other than that, the only surprise of the night was confirmation that Andrew G is, in fact, doing Movember. (And is rocking the Spurlock, I might add.) I totally called that.
Since I got the Nike + iPod kit last Saturday, I have officially logged 25.97km over five runs. Folks, that’s more than sixteen miles. I am in utter awe right now. My speed’s not great but that’s some serious distance for me. It’s amazing (and sad) how much more motivation I have now that someone is “keeping score.” Today was a rather short run with the Snook over through Sydney Uni. We ran down to the #2 Oval (ie the cricket pitch) and ran two laps inside the fence. On our second lap, I happened to look down and see a flash of orange. “HEY, IT’S TWENTY BUCKS!” I got way excited. That was my most rewarding run ever.
What do baby pirates wear? Arrrrrgyle!
This was a very crafty weekend. I just can’t stop knitting baby clothes! They’re like knitting crack. As soon as you finish one, you’re on to the next. My sister made an offhand comment in an e-mail recently about dressing her kid (who is now two weeks overdue) in an argyle sweater, and I immediately thought of this design. It’s Debbie Bliss’s Argyll Slip Over from Baby Cashmerino 2. I casted this sucker on Thursday night and I finished it up this morning. Isn’t it cute? It’s got two buttons at the back of the neck too so it’ll fit over the bub’s noggin. And while some might laugh at the idea of knitting a sweater vest for a newborn, I say with a name like “Penn” we might as well get the kid started now! (I’ve also got enough left over to make some matching socks, I think.)
You’d think that’d be enough craftiness for one weekend, right? WELL, YOU’RE WRONG. On to the baked goods! The Snook made the sort that you can actually eat… while I made the sort that a baby can wear. Miss Fee came over for a visit today, and the Snook stunned us both with this tea of homemade scones with whipped cream and jam. They were delicious. (For those wondering, a scone is not real far off from an American-style biscuit. Maybe just a little sweeter.) And then, the most frivolous baby knit of all time – the Baby Tart Hat. I couldn’t resist. Of course, I now also have arthritis. I knit that sucker TODAY, folks! The “crust” is Lana Gatto Jaipur while the “filling” is Debbie Bliss Cathay. So it’s basically all cotton, and the majority of it is purling bobbles. I’M SERIOUS; MY HANDS HURT. I think it’s worth it though. We’ve blown up a balloon to the appropriate baby head size and the dampened hat is now blocking. (Sis, I don’t care if you think this is the stupidest thing ever. I just want one picture of a chubby-cheeked baby wearing this thing.)
  
Holy crap! I was skeptical about this T-shirt folding method that Amy linked to, but it looks AWESOME. I can’t wait to try it out. They look so professional!
Beer, bowls, and buddies
Hank and Megan are heading overseas, so we’re wishing them Bon Voyage at the Petersham Bowling Club. DJ’s spinning tunes and we’re chillin’…
Heh. Go look up your name on Babynamer and click the “drawbacks” link (if you get one). Mine are pretty funny. For the record, I’ve never gotten “Kiss-stine,” “Kris-stink,” or “Kristeeny the Meany.” I have been known to bristle at “Krissy” though. And there was that kid in the second grade who made me cry in gym class when he kept calling me “Krispy Wheats ‘n’ Raisins.” Go to hell, Donny Miller! (Link courtesy of PCJM.)
Updated to say: Allow me to introduce my husband, “Hot Rod”. HA!
I know I spend way too much time on AskMeFi, but this is such an interesting debate: “If I say to you, “The 5 o’clock meeting has been pushed forward 1 hour,” what do you understand the new meeting time to be?”My immediate response was 4:00. The Snook said 6:00. And then we argued about it all the way to work this morning. What do you think?
AskMeFi gems I’m bookmarking for future reference: “Which comic books do geeky chicks like?” and “So what’s the deal with Britney Spears’s breasts?”
Yet Another Thing You Don’t Hear in Indiana…
Me: Man, it’s freezing out! Where the heck did this cold weather come from?
Snook: Antarctica.
Me: Oh.