The Bird is the Word

Wow, it's been a long time since I've been on an actual computer to blog. Hell, it's been a long time since something has come around to actually blog about. I lead a fairly boring life, ya?

I don't know how everyone elses Thanksgiving was, but ours was pretty uneventful up until after dinner. We had the usual, gobble gobble, mashed taters, green bean casserole, stuffing, gravy, you get the idea. Pepper, our Double Yellow Headed Amazon parrot was needing some fresh air after being cooped up in the apartment smelling his cousin cooking all day, so we placed him outside our second story front porch, in his cage. He wasn't out there but 10 min before I mentioned to my hubs that I heard someone coming up the stairs (we currently don't have neighbors next to us and we don't have friends here to visit us). I said Pepper is still out there. Hubs opened the door, and sure enough, Pepper, cage and all, was gone. Hubs leaped and bounded like a super hero after the robbers (and I'll be using "robbers" since "thieves" seems petty when you are dealing with a family pet/member and it's being considered Grand Theft, a felony right now). Hubs was able to get Pepper and his cage out of the back seat of the vehicle (yes, the &^$^%#$%$^&'s were REALLY taking him!) Pepper escaped and flew off when his cage hit the ground. Hubs was assaulted by three hispanic males that frequent the apartment directly across from us. He took down two (yay, go Hubs!) and the third kinda did him in. They left (keep in mind there was a BABY in the back seat of this car and a woman in the front as well) police were called, I thought they had Pepper the whole time when I came down and saw the mess and the broken cage. I freaked out and discovered my asthma really ISN'T gone. I went back to the apartment and cried, almost threw up, you get the idea that I was a mess. Then poor hubs went out to see if he could find Pepper. I had no idea Pepper had flown off... But in the end, we got him back!

I still can't believe this happened. I really don't feel safe here at all anymore, not that I truely felt safe in these apartments to begin with. We are getting a new deadbolt and front door handle, one that will hopefully look more intimidating and less easy to pick in case those &&#%%$&^#'s come back.

I also keep a look out for the sedan these guys were driving and the apartment they go to, hoping to see them so we can get the police out here to arrest their asses.

Frankly, I would like to have seen them try to get Pepper out of his cage. He won't let anyone but my hubs or his father handle him. He would have chewed their hand off, for sure! Idiots. I'm pretty positive they don't even know what he needs to eat and what could kill him either. Careless bastards.

Here's the link to a very tiny, very local tv station out here with Pepper~~ about 10-15 min in... Tiffany the blonde is reporting :)
http://www.tv2klbc.com/morningShowTapedT.html

I just about cut my finger in half

Literally. Or more like almost cut off in a really ridiculous way.
Like reaching into my sewing box and slicing through the top like a hot knife in butter.
Totally unexpected. Totally pissed me off too, since now I can't even knit.
Lesson learned today? Throw away your rotary cutters. They will jump out and attack you, unprovoked.
And I'm pretty sure I'll need a couple shots from the doc since this blade is pretty sketchy looking.

This? This Made My Day.

For those of you out there in internet land, my birthday is coming up on the 4th.
No this isn't an evil ploy to get massive amounts of gifts or well-wishes. But I did get a super card in the mail yesterday from a friend that I haven't been the greatest friend to, but am planning on changing that.

We've known each other since junior high and have recently reconnected via Facebook. And am I ever so grateful for that?
Hell to the yes.
But back to my smile? This is it...

You see the "Smile"? Yeah, I thought NO ONE remembered how to do the diamond "s" anymore!

Needless to say, Lisa is a dear friend and I can only hope to be such a good friend to her as well.

Laund-ro-mania 2 AKA The Claaaawwww...

O. M. G.
Again at the laundromat (yes I *have* done laundry since my last posting) with Creepy-attendant-dude here yet again.
It's really a lovely little joint if you look past the fact that most of the machines are broken. Ironically there is a *flat screen* tv here. Flat. Screen. Mounted on the wall, flat screen.
Then there's the claw machine.
The Claaawwwww...
The signage clearly states it is out of order. But I think otherwise. It's haunted. Very. The claaaawwww moves on its own. Attempting to grab any unsuspecting tiny toy that has cruelly been abandoned. Gah! Thank goodness I only have 15 more minutes on the dryers our I may run, screaming outta here!

Farming with my Gnomies

Amidst chasing down my now very-mobile 6 month old and keeping my 2 year old in line I have been able to knit.
Knit tiny things.
Because tiny things take tiny amounts of time.
I found a really great tiny pig pattern here and made up my own elephant pattern after scouting for the *perfect* pattern.

I'm also going to start a scrap yo-yo crochet afghan project in the near future... Stay tuned! Oh, and if any of y'all have any spare yarn you'd like to donate to this project, I won't object. At all. For anything.

On a side note, I've been spending time here confessing my deepest thoughts that I won't even write here, let alone Facebook or Twitter. Because between you, me, and tiny pink elephant, I'd probably piss off *a lot* of people. A lot. So, thank you Jill ( @scarymommy ) for letting me vent in anonymity! Betcha can't guess which ones are mine...
*hint* one involves boogers...

My baby is TWO!

Happy birthday to my beautiful Emma! Now if you'd just start fully talking instead of babbling, life would be perfect...

Gnome Pimping?

After scouring the web for patterns for the last month and a half I took matters into my own hand. This is my very FIRST pattern written by me going off of various pictures... Whew.
Now this does resemble other traveling gnomes, mostly like my favorite knitter/toy-maker/awesomist gal Anna Hrachovec from Mochimochi Land . But to be clear, no, I did not purchase this pattern, nor did i copy/thief/steal her pattern from someone. I simply knitted from looking at various pictures between those on her blog, various random gnomes found on the web and from my head. So, Anna, if you are reading this and are mad, I'm sorry and I'll purchase your pattern! And to be clear, NO, I'm not selling these lil fellers...
I don't believe in pimping out my gnomes...

Feller on the right, whom is looking a bit pale as he's been vacationing in Alaska for the last few months. Don't mention is short stature, he's a bit sensitive.
And yes, that's an itty bitty wittle chikin.
They're ranchers by trade now...