Archive - April 2012

Traveling Monsters: Trixie
Running Away

Traveling Monsters: Trixie

I had so much fun knitting Bip’s monster that I bought The Big Book Of Knitted Monsters.  (Clicking on the book link doesn’t help me at all.  I can’t be an affiliate because of the way my state collects taxes.)  Then I joined a Ravelry group for monster addicts, er fans.  Then I joined up with the Traveling Monsters Swap.  The way it works is that all the participants knit a monster small enough to fit in the smallest USPS Priority mail box.  On the designated date – which was Tuesday – we each sent our monster to a predesignated person.   In a couple of days we will each get a new monster in the mail to enjoy for a couple of weeks.  Twice a month we send the monster currently visiting on his or her way and we receive a new monster.  A round robin of monsters.  We have enough participants to keep going for about 10 months.

Here is the monster I knit:

Trixie the Traveling Monster

Isn’t she cute?  She is off to her host family in Kansas and adventures unknown.  We are going to miss her while she’s gone.

I’m all ready to go!

Running Away

The Sunday before last I ran away.  Yes, Easter Sunday.

It had been a tough week around here.  We’ve been really busy and my children had pushed and pushed and pushed and the night before, things had come to a head over the state of their bedrooms. It just pushed me to the edge. Then after church, they just pushed me over. I left. Changed out of my Easter finery, got in the car and drove. Cranked up the radio, rocked out to INXS. Me and mom jeans, driving my 11 year old minivan. Oh yeah, that’s just the way I roll. I even grabbed some knitting on the way out.

I ended up going to the mall, but it was closed, dang conservative, Christian town. I went to McDonalds, because I am such a rock star, see earlier paragraph re: minivan and mom jeans. I had a big ol’ Coke, which I had given up for Lent. It was cold and sweet and everything I deserve out of life. Then I went to WalMart – don’t hate my diva life- and bought bins for my daughter’s room. And a salad bowl. I know, I know!

I shushed a kid in church,too. It was the final blessing and he was just talking and talking and talking. Then when he started saying “she told me to shut up, she told me to shut up!” I turned around and told him that mass is almost over, he could wait a couple of more minutes.

Do. Not. Mess. With. Me. I will take you down.

(I got an apology from both the dad and the boy after mass, which is more than I got from my own children when I came home. I have since forgiven them and they treated me very well for at least 2 hours. Sometimes a mom just needs a break.)

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