tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18801601609318728082024-03-13T19:14:01.635-04:00Too Strung Up To SleepMy chemicals left me a beautiful disaster...Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.comBlogger68125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-20853241722488822332011-05-07T20:36:00.000-04:002011-05-07T20:36:11.422-04:00Genius<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Holy quilting! So I finished the top of my first quilt in 5 days, go me! I'm waiting for it to be top quilted right now. I started my second quilt <a href="http://www.quiltville.com/scrappytrips.shtml">Scrappy Trip around the World</a> by Bonnie Hunt. I'm doing it in, you guessed it, 1930s fabric. Its looking awesome! Ill post pictures soon.<br />
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As it turns out, Vivian, my sewing machine, is feeling her age slightly. The belt that was on her is really old and dry rotted which is cause it to slip and mess my tension up. So since she is running under the weather I decided to detail her. I cleaned all the old grease, oil, finger prints and god knows what else off her, down to the cracks, then used Boys good 3M wax and put a nice solid 2 coats on. I even took my motor off so I could wax behind it, and wax the entire motor case. While I was playing with stuff and cleaning, I decided to mess with my bobbin winder which has never worked on the machine since I dug it out from under my desk. It was always gummed up and never spun correctly, just burnt the rubber gasket up. Well I added a couple drops of oil and started working it around and some gunk came out and after adding some more oil, it started working like a charm! I'm a goddamn sewing machine genius!! Now I don't have to have Lynn wind all my bobbins for me, or have to stop because all my bobbins are empty. All I have to do now is wait for my new belt and I'm all set!<br />
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Another list of things I learned since I started quilting:<br />
~I suck at sewing straight lines. For serious, its terrible. A blind man could do better.<br />
~ Love you iron! Better make peace with it, its going to be your best friend. I find my little travel Rowenta to be a dream come true. Fits nicely right beside Viv when I'm piecing.<br />
~ Good light. You can do <em>nothing </em>without a good light. Thank god for my clearance Ott light</div>Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-5100861836526369432011-04-24T01:43:00.001-04:002011-04-24T01:52:32.439-04:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Oh yea, things that Ive discovered in my week quilting:<br />
~I love 1930's era fabric like <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://ny-image2.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.60927362.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.etsy.com/listing/22128170/american-jane-snippets-moda-fabric-charm&usg=__8z-qHJJuaQ1VHtP961r685-SDgQ=&h=1120&w=700&sz=338&hl=en&start=0&sig2=gmwQxX86iq0Ntz2uzWMStA&zoom=1&tbnid=ShmgNhW9TEay1M:&tbnh=129&tbnw=81&ei=XrezTd3qHO600QGLpIGcCQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Damerican%2Bjane%2Bfabric%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1596%26bih%3D682%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=118&vpy=43&dur=63&hovh=284&hovw=177&tx=107&ty=171&page=1&ndsp=38&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0">this </a>, especially the hexagon patterns like <a href="http://www.americanjane.com/products/AJP205.jpg">Merry go Round</a><br />
~ Hand quilting <a href="http://www.quilthistory.com/study/images/P5190041.JPG">Grandma's Flower Garden Quilt</a> is something I am going to do before I die.<br />
~Im learning to like batiks, especially the vibrant colors of the <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2633/4042479275_0d7163a727.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.flickr.com/photos/caitlinsgarden/galleries/72157622873472299&usg=__tDna4-5x85GckgwW-UMh-K6o4WI=&h=500&w=440&sz=257&hl=en&start=24&sig2=hFq-edjty3rHyo2WwDKf3w&zoom=1&tbnid=7yPPBd3hvKNAZM:&tbnh=133&tbnw=117&ei=pending&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dbali%2Bbatik%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1596%26bih%3D682%26site%3Dsearch%26tbm%3Disch0%2C716&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=958&vpy=183&dur=171&hovh=239&hovw=211&tx=97&ty=128&page=2&ndsp=37&ved=1t:429,r:24,s:24&biw=1596&bih=682">bali batiks</a><br />
~ Im absolutley in love with Joel Dewberry's <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/images/images_499/Aviary2-Chickadee-bundle-450.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/Browse_Item_Details.asp%3Fsid%3D55144103005514%26Store_id%3D499%26page_id%3D23%26Item_ID%3D53547%26Parent_Ids%3D&usg=__jB0cYAznLNEn8MqItoQwFUyVFE0=&h=450&w=450&sz=92&hl=en&start=0&sig2=p_y0eEtMmBOSDLEklmQ_LA&zoom=1&tbnid=lC7J50SeOFAgBM:&tbnh=120&tbnw=120&ei=A7qzTZ2mEITX0QG0nbGvCQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dchickadee%2Baviary%2B2%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1579%26bih%3D682%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=246&vpy=68&dur=156&hovh=225&hovw=225&tx=128&ty=92&page=1&ndsp=40&ved=1t:429,r:1,s:0">Chickadee Aviary 2</a> fabric. It is so going to be my new quilt on the bed and a bag of some sort.</div>Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-85551087947604551292011-04-24T01:26:00.000-04:002011-04-24T01:26:22.124-04:00Quilting, me? No way<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
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Recently, an awesome lady names Lynn started taking a sock class from me up at the shop. While talking, she informed me she was a quilting teacher. Now before I go further I want to admit that I had never had any interest before in quilting. I saw it as a time waster away from knitting and derby and a space hog because I couldnt possibly be asked to give up or :gasp: <i>share </i>my yarn space with fabric. Not to mention most of the preconceived notions I had of quilting were of old ladies making ugly quilts with hideous fabric (kinda sounds like what most people think about knitting, HA!). Anyway I expressed interest in possibly learning to quilt to Lynn and she said she would be willing to trade quilting lessons for knitting lessons. Hot damn! I love bartering! She brought me quilting magazines I could pour over to get idea's about quilt styles and fabric colors and techniques. So last week Lynn took me to <a href="http://www.mabelena.com/">Mabelena's</a> in Ortonville and it was love at first sight.<br />
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Lynn showed me all the awesome things I could make with fabric and which fabrics were good and not good for quilting. She schooled me on the art of which threads, rotary cutters, cutting mats, scissors and most important, machines were the best. She helped me pick my pattern <a href="http://www.fatquartershop.com/store/stores_app/Browse_Item_Details.asp?sid=61283776&Store_id=499&page_id=23&Item_ID=24136&Parent_Ids=">Yellow Brick Road</a> (totally fitting and maybe a sign from the quilting gods?), and my fabric because when presented with hundreds of beautiful fabrics, I got overwhelmed, much like I do with picking my yarn colors. And I walked away a happy little camper with some gorgeous fabric.<br />
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But wait! What was I going to do about a sewing machine?! I didnt have one. Was my not so carefully and impulsive plan about to come crumbling down around me because of lack of the most important thing? Shit!! Then I remembered that after a good family friend passed away, I inherited a sewing machine, which I had never actually seen because I had never taken the cover off and just put it under my desk. What I discovered was an absolute joy. I have a <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.mlode.com/~jhooton/Spartan.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.mlode.com/~jhooton/wheeler_and_wilson%2520Detail.htm&usg=__dvZBSjhdfzsPOM6L0bRA8RiBx9U=&h=210&w=284&sz=14&hl=en&start=0&sig2=gl9wjq7tYuDfzPLDw-n4fA&zoom=1&tbnid=bPC3cH1pHpa5fM:&tbnh=145&tbnw=198&ei=LquzTcv4DemV0QH4toCFCQ&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dsinger%2Bspartan%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26rls%3Dcom.microsoft:en-us:IE-SearchBox%26rlz%3D1I7GGLL_en%26biw%3D1378%26bih%3D595%26tbm%3Disch&um=1&itbs=1&iact=hc&vpx=511&vpy=109&dur=62&hovh=168&hovw=227&tx=108&ty=108&page=1&ndsp=18&ved=1t:429,r:2,s:0">Singer Spartan</a>, which from everything I could find on it, Spartan was Singers base model machine but it was built with all of the quality that you would expect from a Singer. The Spartan is a stripped-down model 99. It was a very basic, bare bones machine, that came without a light, without anywhere to mount a light, no decals, no carrying case and weights around 16lbs (Aka- heavier the shit!). Despite all that, everyone agrees it is an amazing little work horse of a machine that sews beautiful seams. I fell in love with her and named her "Vivian". Viv also came with the original manual that appears to have been a service mans manual, so I got super detailed pictures on where and how to oil, take apart and put back together, etc. I did as Lynn instructed me and cleaned and oiled her before I even tried to see if she ran. And of course, she ran like a little champ right off the bat. With a little tweaking from Lynn, my stitch tension was awesome and I was on my way.<br />
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I started cutting my pieces on Monday (as in this past Monday, 5 days ago) and sewing my pieces into blocks the next day. Wednesday I skipped derby practice to stay home and quilt (hey, we won our game 3 days before so it was okay), seamed all my blocks together on Thursday and put my borders on Friday. Next week it goes off to the long arm quilter to get put together. Of course, NONE of this would of happened without Lynn's help. She was such a great teacher, and as it turns out, a great friend and surrogate mom. She has me totally hooked to quilting like a crack head.<br />
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I did however run into a few snags along the way. Thursday night when I was sewing the final strips of blocks together I started panicking when I started coming up an inch or more short at the end of the row, blocks weren't matching up correctly (or more correctly they <em>were </em>matching and they weren't suppose too for the pattern), then I somehow came up an entire block <strong>short </strong>at the end of the row. I finally sat back staring bewildered at the quilt thinking "What the fuck is going on here?!?" and <br />
realizing it has grown any longer even after I added two rows. Now at this point Im thinking to myself I screwed this up so bad and Lynn is going to fire me as a student and my quilting days are over. Then I did what I should of done in the first place and layed my quilt out on the floor. Once it hit the floor I realized I hadnt been sewing my rows on the bottom of the quilt like I was suppose to, I was sewing them along the sides of the quilt!! Relief flooded through me and I quickly (well, not exactly <em>quickly) </em>took the seams apart, repressed them and did it the correct way, making sure I had the correct edge of the quilt. By 10pm Thursday night, with pieces of ripped out thread in my hair and peppered all over my chest and legs, I hung the completed sewn blocks on my felt board (which is hanging over the master bath shower doors because its the only place I could find big enough to hang it) and stared in amazement at my quilt. I couldnt (and still cant) believe I had actually made it. Me, sewing, becoming a domestic goddess!<br />
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Ive decided to document my progress on my blog. Hopefully it will serve as something I can look back on and see where Im having problems, etc. So Im saying Goodbye back fat and hello flat tummy!<br />
Gaining weight has really been a problem for me these last 6 months due to depression. I couldnt understand why I wasnt interested in derby or knitting anymore and why all I wanted to do was sleep ALL day, everyday. When I finally figured it out, I was 30 lbs heavier and feeling like a tub of lard. <br />
So Im taking back my life and being healthier in order to be a better person is what I plan on doing. I know Ill struggle at first, but I can do it. I didnt realize just <em>how</em> out of shape I was till last week when we go to Jackson Hole, WY to ski. I had to walk up about 30 steps in my ski boots and winter gear to get to the base of the mountain (in all honesty, not that far of a walk for a regular, in shape person), and by the time I got to the base, I was sweating like a whore in church and was gasping for breath. It was a rude awakening just how out of shape I really was. There were times skiing in Jackon Hole when I had to stop and catch my breath, especially the higher I went, because I was so out of shape. It was downright embaressing. I mean, Im suppose to be an athelete who plays derby. In truth, Im sucking major air and have fresh meat passing me by.<br />
Im sick of being ashamed and grossed out by myself. Its time to do something about it. This year will be a good one :)Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-14997200991988714192010-07-30T10:38:00.000-04:002010-07-30T10:38:24.612-04:00Hot fun in the Summer TimeAh, what an awesome summer its been so far...well for the most part. Other then my intestines feeling like their going to explode, its been a great summer. We've been on the lake wakeboarding as mush as possible and thats been super fun. I got new bindings for my board this summer, some Ronix Relik's and Im in love with them. Ive been using Shauns Murray board and I love it. Its so light!! Its like there is nothing attached to my feet.<br />
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And since my intestines hate me so much. I havent been able to skate for about a month :( Its taking everything I have to get out of bed and go to work. Doctors still dont know whats wrong but Ive been in for a CAT Scan (dont have results yet) and ultrasounds, but nothing thus far. As twisted as it sounds, Im really hoping its acutally <i>something </i>instead of nothing, because its its nothing, it means I have one of the most severe case's of IBS my doctors ever seen. If its something, they can fix it.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-64284942743402274892010-04-17T23:15:00.000-04:002010-04-17T23:15:48.287-04:00Death by Change?Impending doom is looming over my world and dispite what anyone says, there isnt anything I can do about it. I feel a large change about to take place and I can only sit back, hold on and say "Holy fuck, this sucks but at least Im not being eaten by great white sharks". (even though if I could choose an animal to get eaten by, it would totally be a fucking Great White Shark!)<br />
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I hate when I cant be funny or think of something funny because everything I know is about to change. What a downer, damnit!Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-39426798137291300252010-04-16T23:42:00.003-04:002010-04-17T00:19:46.759-04:00Fuck, I need to Keep this Shit Up<div>Ok, Ive decided Im going to try and keep my blog updated even if its useless bullshit. After a long lull and absense from blogging due to procrastination and lack of sibstance, Ive been inspired again to blog by <a href="http://www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/">http://www.hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/</a>, which is Allie Brosh's blog. She is seriously a fucking literary genius (and if you dont think so, I'll set your house on fire. Kindding. Maybe). It was like a sign from Jebus and a chorus of retarded angels parted and started singing when I read her blog. I was all like "Holy fucking shit! Someone else thinks exactly like I do, thats fucking awesomeness!!!" but then I was like "Wait a minute, does this mean that<em> she</em> is <em>me</em>?" then I got worried and thought "Do I have a sister out there I dont know about, is she more awesome then I am? I mean, my moms was kinda of ho back in the day, but that was the times (dont fucking judge her! Thats my job assholes!)" then paranoia "Oh my god, she has stolen all of my awesomeness from our gene pool, is my evil, genius twin and left me to just be the retarded polish one, FUCK!!! Bitch!!". Then reality kicked back in and I was like "Wait, she is fucking awesomeness to the power of ninty elebinty!!!". Word.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So Im sitting here trying to think of something serious and interesting to say but I cant because I have no attention span right now, Im doing 3 things at once, Facebooking, searching Etsy for vintage knitting things, and trying to type this. Im failing. Im thinking I need to search out new layouts for my blog because this one is really old and I cant do awesome one work links with this format Im using now, at least I dont think I can. I am computer retarded. Anyone know how? I'll have to see what I can do. I also hate how this format loads pictures on here. I can only put pictures on certain spots, and that piss's me off. I cant put them where I want them so my blog flows nice and they way I see it in my head, it flows all fucked up and choppy the way the stupid ass computer wants it. Blah! Commie ass computer.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But I made derby signs today and there totally awesome and that made me happy :) Our sister leaugue, the Muskegon Skee Town Skirtz are playing Mid-Michigan Derby Girls tomorrow and Im so prepared to watch the Skirtz kill Mis-Mich. My signs are full of kick assness and its going to be a great game. Flints last home bout is this Sunday. Im kinda happy its our last home game and kind of sad. Happy because my poor body needs a break from getting the shit kicked out of me by all the fucking butch chicks with dicks, amazon bitchlings. (sorry if your a chick with a dick, thats totally cool as long as you dont check me in the face during a bout, that sucks and hurts) And sad because I no longer get to go hit bitches every weekend. I mean I <em>do</em> get to hit bitch's, but those bitch's are my teammates and its just different and not has fun as hitting a total stranger. Its like molesting them, only with consent, and its all okay after and everyone is happy and you get to walk away and never see them again so you dont have they weird ass akwardness that follows. I love Roller Derby!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ok, I feel drunk because Im so tired so Im going to bed. Please dont die while Im asleep. I would be sad. Im leaving you with an awesome picture of my derby alter-ego JackHerUp Rabbit #10-4 because Im a badass and thats how I roll.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4Xy-sdd2cReLnYWt5UNm1DDzWLx80STgmdbI8hJJ-1-hb5NFD94t3pobcyLXQWkbDMtFmgCptyIHRnjBRNVC6WaGxo7aQB1sjIYL306QSd979Sf7WbdJQYr2cQqfHbXHxin0PmkpEBXA/s1600/Rabbit.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460955733078266018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc4Xy-sdd2cReLnYWt5UNm1DDzWLx80STgmdbI8hJJ-1-hb5NFD94t3pobcyLXQWkbDMtFmgCptyIHRnjBRNVC6WaGxo7aQB1sjIYL306QSd979Sf7WbdJQYr2cQqfHbXHxin0PmkpEBXA/s320/Rabbit.jpg" /></a></div>Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-25247358846305899792009-09-08T23:12:00.002-04:002009-09-08T23:42:59.955-04:00The Devil Wins Again...Yea, Tony Schumacher won US Nationals <em>again </em>for the 8th time tieing Big Daddy Don Garlits for the most winningest Top fuel driver. I swear, drag racing was against me yesterday. Why does it hate me so? Why does it allow Satan Tony to win even though Allen Johnson is no longer his crew chief? Why oh why? At least Ashley Force won in Funny Car becoming the first female to EVER win a US National in history in Funny Car so that was awesome. What was even more awesome was her dad, John Force almost kicking Tony Pedregons ass for talking shit about John Force Racing, right after Ashley kicked his ass racing!! It was pretty intense and funny to watch. God I love drag racing!! US Nationals is, after all, the most important race of the entire year and a win there means more to drivers then winning over all championships.<br /><br />But other then racing not much else is going on. My mouth finally stopped hurting from getting my teeth pulled, but I still have super annoying holes in my mouth that catch food and from what I hear, this lasts for a while, shit.<br /><br />I was in the Flint Journal for Roller Derby in August. <a href="http://blog.mlive.com/higher-education/2009/08/the_flint_roller_derby_girls_a.html">http://blog.mlive.com/higher-education/2009/08/the_flint_roller_derby_girls_a.html</a> Im obviously the one in the pink with the green plaid helmet with my name captioned next to the picture. Its a horrific picture of me. NO ONE looks good bent over in pads and my face looks huge and swollon because it is, I had had my wisdom teeth pulled two weeks before and that was the first practice back that I could get my mouth guard in without tearing out my stitches out and the the swelling allowed me too. I was also in The Grand Blanc View last week <a href="http://viewnewspapers.net/moxie2/Scene/flint-city-derby-girls-ge.shtml">http://viewnewspapers.net/moxie2/Scene/flint-city-derby-girls-ge.shtml</a> The pictures too small to see but Im there and Im quoted at the very end. She put in exactly what I wanted her too. As being one of the heads of Promotions Committee for Flint City Derby Girls, its really important I get the word out about all the great things we do for our city and out community.<br /><br />But now I need to sleep because I have derby practice tomorrow and Boys going to kick my ass during it because, of yea, he's our coach. Coach Nazi, and we love him for it!! But I need my sleep. It takes alot out of me and out first real Bout is this Sunday at Rollhaven at 6pm.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-64326463665326237712009-07-18T10:51:00.006-04:002009-07-18T11:38:53.784-04:00Someone Please cut my head offI wish I could say that laying awake in the chair this morning watching the fish tank come alive with the rising of the sun was as magical and breath taking as last time, but something is seriously missing when your wishing someone would cut your head of and the only thing taking away you breath is pain. Shall I explain? I had my 3 wisdom teeth pulled yesterday. It wasnt such a wonderful night and itsnt turning into a glorious day. I layed awake in pain and nauseousness most of the night and it seems like everytime I did fall alseep, my alarm would go off to take more shitty pain pills that didnt work because for the first 12 hours I couldnt take good stuff cuz I had, had too much anesthesia. So finally after feeling sick to my stomach and in ALOT of pain, I ate a piece of bread with the add of water, took a big boy pill and fell asleep for a couple hours. Then my alarm went off for more pills and I couldnt sleep after that so I watched fish and started re-reading Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. OH, and did I mention I wasnt allowed to sleep up stairs which was why I was in the chair in the first place? Yea, had to keep my head elevated. Which turned out to be a good idea cuz I couldnt lay on the side of my face if you paid me. Thank god for my over stuffed velure airline pillow. Its the only thing that supports my neck and doesnt press into my ever so sore cheeks<br /><br />And for the funny part. Boy was I HIGH off my ass yesterday, oh my good lord. I dont know WHAT they gave me but geez. I remember the nursing giving me Nitrious Oxicide and asking how I felt and in honestly I was getting a little paranoid and panicky from that feeling, but I told her if she was giving it too me because she thought I was going to freak out when they put the IV in I would be fine, Im not afraid of needles. She "Oh, okat, we'll just give you more oxygen then" and after that I felt better. Then the doctor came in, put my IV in and I remember NOTHING after that. The next thing I remember is waking up in the recovery chair talking to Boy about marriage (scary!!). And could of sworn he was laughing at me. But the car ride home made me a little nauseous and then Boy had to practically hold me up to get me in the house I was so high. And while him and his mom where trying to figure out where to put me, I just layed down on the stairs and closed my eyes. Apparently I couldnt be bothered. But I was soon moved to the couch with the aid of Boy and I was out. I woke up to a note on my knee's saying he was next door working on the car and call him if I needed him and my cell in my lap. When he finally got home I asked him how my face looked and he told me to close my mouth, that he already wasnt feeling good. I didnt get it. It wasnt until I got into the bathroom and looked at myself that I realize that he ment. All my teeth were cover in dry caked blood along with some wet, my gauze was soaked red with blood. It looks like someone beat the shit out of me with a bat, and felt just the same, only half my face literally was still frozen then. I pulled my gauze out, rinsed my mouth the best I would, wipped my teeth off the best I could too and packed myself back with gauze. I was still scared at 6 this morning when if you went directly to the middle of my lower lip, drew a line down to my chin, everything to the right of it was <em>still</em> numb. I was begining to think the doc. fucked up. But by 10am I could feel it so everything was ok. The swelling isnt as bad as I thought it was going to be and the pain could be 10 times worse, but it still sucks major ass all the same. Now Im just chillin, about to attempt to do some knitting and read HP Half Blood Prince. And for the faint of heart, you may want to skip the pictures. For those of you that know me I just HAD to take them. I had to sneak my camera while still high, while Boy was in the shower. Have fun!<br /><div><div><br />Me showing off mai bloody grill AH, up close!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuZf4VrFzzNmyD0DCr8OQa5n9XV0PWOaF3aj-EFSaI7_s180NxutfI3A3-p6pFGRtuvl-_paBsyWe5pGPAaRAziyPJLWAaEpHI4nndl7m_vl5adO9EVHqN7C6wmwxqZvczpQ7DuRn-t-n/s1600-h/DSC01155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821221348262082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBuZf4VrFzzNmyD0DCr8OQa5n9XV0PWOaF3aj-EFSaI7_s180NxutfI3A3-p6pFGRtuvl-_paBsyWe5pGPAaRAziyPJLWAaEpHI4nndl7m_vl5adO9EVHqN7C6wmwxqZvczpQ7DuRn-t-n/s320/DSC01155.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHael2eiJ3sLxa0uXZBcohNlqn0md3PNIADgeyL0Iqzj1jxEbDcie5aWMVi2-n68HEEoo2dvKFkIqojje7X5zeaOJLT7W4ff1GpeaDlrKTL3U_X2PNNn1sQ0XH2XWC4-Z2hpmq8Cst-WC2/s1600-h/DSC01154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359821799824298930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHael2eiJ3sLxa0uXZBcohNlqn0md3PNIADgeyL0Iqzj1jxEbDcie5aWMVi2-n68HEEoo2dvKFkIqojje7X5zeaOJLT7W4ff1GpeaDlrKTL3U_X2PNNn1sQ0XH2XWC4-Z2hpmq8Cst-WC2/s320/DSC01154.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Bloody tongue with a clog I think. Blue Steal with a half dead face, but I tried!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2s-wmF1ve_4Msq19osVDqHbyjLCXrmlPeCBDmAwc0irs_WqW6xWkY6CRORi1LtS9WAsRAbwiVSKN9vpc6-8M0xxjEcoyAd2JOY0F4xGwMLegtcwqV5w-sZn2DsmyNcYyJMqaHLEOKgOG/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359822217916823074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq2s-wmF1ve_4Msq19osVDqHbyjLCXrmlPeCBDmAwc0irs_WqW6xWkY6CRORi1LtS9WAsRAbwiVSKN9vpc6-8M0xxjEcoyAd2JOY0F4xGwMLegtcwqV5w-sZn2DsmyNcYyJMqaHLEOKgOG/s320/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRG6S_Vyd8EpCHnU71SWBOhJ3JqvdISAxkzacxNBMDgjVFEnKq-fBDjh326K1-Kd9Tg8PRYPY9ack67vcLCXdaqNdW41MJBmu8y9U0xNnEOc0dazXcTDDLGkG8azg3kIVkRd48oBZqdk2/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359822597519510258" style="WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRG6S_Vyd8EpCHnU71SWBOhJ3JqvdISAxkzacxNBMDgjVFEnKq-fBDjh326K1-Kd9Tg8PRYPY9ack67vcLCXdaqNdW41MJBmu8y9U0xNnEOc0dazXcTDDLGkG8azg3kIVkRd48oBZqdk2/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-27010487502281414082009-03-16T22:02:00.002-04:002009-03-16T22:15:47.041-04:00Well You KnowNot too much happening round my parts. Boy and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary on Friday. He took me to Bennihana's, which to be completely honest, doesnt feel special anymore because we go there so much, but none the less, it was still a nice dinner out with him. I wanted to go roller skating too, but his neck was hurting really bad so we didnt go. Oh well, he made up for it later :winkwink:<br /><br />Think I threw my back out this weekend. My lower back is <em>killing</em> me. I thought it was hurting because maybe I was going to start my period, but its been three days and no period, but still a killing back. I spent all day yesterday laying on the floor in the fish room on a heating pad with my feet up on my knitting chair watching the fish tank. The tank actuallyt looks cool as hell upside down, the water is mezmorizing from that angle. And the fish kept staring at me like, what the fuck are you doing down there, and feed us. Eventually after 3 hours they lost intrest in me and did there own thing. I didnt sleep well because it was hurting so bad, and Ive come close to ODing on Advil yesterday and today (but not really), and Im chillin' with the heating pad right now, and it still hurts. I just dont know WHAT I did. And yes it hurt before I got my freak on with Boy friday night, so that wasnt what did it.<br /><br />KNitting wise, Im still plugging along for my Master Knitting. Cathy has told me that on Wednesdays she wants me knitting my master knitting stuff from 2-4p to set a good example. I told her if she was going to <em>twist</em> my arm about sitting there and knitting while getting paid, I guess I have no choice. My job is just <em>so</em> tough I tell yea. I also turned the heels and picked up the gussets for my 2 socks on DPN's last night. Suprisingly, it was actually really easy. I like my students are going to be totally okay with doing it. Its not that confusing at all. Im doing the gusset decresses right now. They should be done by next week. Im also casted on a felted tote using the Lizard Ridge blanket pattern from Knitty. Its gonna look so bad ass when Im done. Im also doing a class on that too.<br /><br />All and all, things are good I would say. except for this shit ass back crap which is for the god damn birds.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-26556138961436613932009-03-04T21:50:00.002-05:002009-03-04T22:40:57.277-05:00Woolgirl Sockclub 2009!!!Got my first package of the year today for Woolgirls sock club and let me tell you am I excited as all get out!!! Jen has totally done it again. Alot of people didnt sign up again this year because the price was raised, but I trusted Jen when she said it would be worth it and I paid up, and let me tell you, IT WAS WORTH IT!!! The first shipment contained <strong><em>cashmere </em></strong>sock yarn!!! Oh my fucking god, totally worth it right there!!! Also came with a kickass pen (which will now be my planner/check pen), some yummy lilac lotion Ive already used and love, some chocolate Im going to give Boy because, well, I dont like chocolate, a great Latern Moon sock bag, a cute card and calendar magnet. She also put in our fun contest questions which I hurried up and answered and submited because if I win I get $50 worth of Woolgirl goodness. I cant pass that up!!! Jen is also doing another sock club, The Wizard of Oz sock club....and your goddamn right Im doing it!! How could I not?!?!? Its one for my favorite movies, I wouldnt miss it for the world. With this one you can pick and choose which months you want to do, but not me, Im doing the whole thing. I dont want to miss a single month. :GEEEEE: So excited!!<br /><br />On a shitty note, I finally figured out what I was allergic to on my face. Its my fucking makeup remover. My eyelids and around my eyes were itching so bad yesterday and it got worse after I washe dmy makeup (which is somethign I do <em>everyday</em> as soon as I get home) so finally I couldnt deal with the itching so I put Caladryl on my eyelids and around them and went to bed. When I woke up this morning I could bearely opne my left eye. I knew it was going to be ugly, I didnt want to sit up and look in the mirror. But I did, and I looked like Sloth from the Goonies. It was horrible. My lids, especially my left one, was all swollen and looked fluid filled. They were so big they were hanging over my eyelashes and making it hard to open my left eye. So needles to say no makeup today. I wore a hat and ate allergy pills all day to help with the swelling. And Im going to be getting new makeup remover. Its new and its Neutragena, and the next person that tells me "Oh, its hypoallergenic, that cant be it" I'll seriously punch in the face. Its apparently not fucking hypoallergentic for me, just look at my goddamn face you tawt! GAH!<br /><br />Boy drove me down to Heritage Spinning in Lake Orion this evening which was really nice. We pulled the new Corvette out for the first time this year from its hibernating spot in the heated garage (stupid spoiled fucking car). I needed a certain yarn for my masters knitting that they carried and I called him and asked if he wanted to go with me since we have been fighting lately because I havent been home and we havent spent anytime together (but we made up last night finally...SEX!!!!). It was a nice drive down and he was a real trooper in the yarn shop. He just stands there real quite and follows me around. I ended up getting two hanks of this Shepards wool in a cream/white. Its a local Michigan yarn and its so devinely soft and wonderful and just a pleasure to knit with. But beyond that I needed it because its nice and lofty and hides little mistakes well in my swatches and thats what I needed. I also got some handspun, hand dyed sock yarn from Heritage themselfs, and a really cool shawl pattern.<br /><br />Now Im designing a hat pattern for a lady at the store. She came in with a newspaper and said she wanted a pattern of the hat some chick in the paper was wearing. I said we didnt have <em>anything</em> like that but it was an easy pattern and she should be able to figure it out easily. She said she was a new knitter and couldnt do that. I told her, give me 10 minutes and I could have a pattern written up for it and a couple days to have it knitted up. She was dumbfounded. I guess I just have a knack. So its my first design and were going to sell it at the store. I personally hate the hat and would never wear it, as funny as that is, but people love shit like this. I'll post pictures when Im done. The first wont look <em>wonderful</em> because Im double stranding some acrylic just to get the pattern details down on paper, but then I'll do it up nicely.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-54330730487304781602009-02-27T23:03:00.002-05:002009-02-27T23:15:07.341-05:00Swatch You!!OMG, these master knitter swatches are killing me! I ripped my first swatch out 8 fucking times!! The knitting nazi's of the TKGA are going to be the death of me, I swear to god. I did <em>finally</em> finish a swatch though and Im halfway through another. I think alot of my wonkiness will be blocked out thank god. And if it isnt, then I guess my ass is re-knitting it. Progress I say!!<br /><br />On other fronts, my goodies from Esty are slowly trickling in :giddygiggles: I got in a vintage green knit sweater today, and a skirt and funny t-shirt. I also got in this kick ass hat, and custom KPO needle holder. I'll have to take some pictures and show you guys. And all my vintage charms for my charm bracelet are slowly coming in too. And Im about to get some really cute knit sweaters for super dumb cheap tonight too. You cant beat the prices and I wear the crap out of my sweaters so its totally worth it too me.<br /><br />Okay, Im going to go watch House and knit on some socks because if I have to look at MK swatches anymore today, I'll throw up and punch someone.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-51672386155417415962009-02-20T02:36:00.003-05:002009-02-20T02:48:13.081-05:00Hey Yoda, This Master Knitta's Comin' Ovah!Well, today is the first day I partake on my journey into Master Knitting and truely becoming the knitting Yoda. Cathy ordered the Level 1 Hand Knitting from TKGA for me and I got the email today. I printed everything out read through it and jesus christ, these people are fucking nazi's about knitting. They take all the fun out of knitting, I swaer to god. The ar einstructing me done to the size <em>box</em> I mail my binder to them is. And every swatch has to be perfect and if they so much as dont like my yarn color, they can send me back my <em>entire</em> level 1 binder and make me start all over again. WHat the FUCK have I gotten myself into? Thankfully there is no time line on how long you have to complete the program. But there kind of is for me. I have a year to complete all 3 levels or I'll have to pay Cathy back for it, which isnt bad because the programes only $300 total I believe, but I would really prefer not to have to pay her back. And if I do complete the entire program and become one of the elite few to be a Master Knitter I can get a raise at woork and charge more for classes :Yeehaaa!: So far Cathy, Julie, Carol, maye Carrie and I are all goig to do the Master Kntting program toegtehr. we are going to try to meet twice a month to keep each other motivated because level one is soooo boring.<br /><br />But I thought I would chronical my journey through the Masters program here. So far Ive started swatch 1 which is a simple K1P1 rib for 2.5" then garder for 4". Im using a Ella Rae's Classic wool in Baby Blue-ish for all my stuff and size 7 Addi's. Hopefully nothing will come back to me. I will be PISSED if it does. Okay, going to bed, its almost 3am.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-40284422618528008872009-02-17T01:34:00.002-05:002009-02-17T01:51:13.515-05:00Yummer Soapies!!I just placed a wonderful order at <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5008693">http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5008693</a> , which is Naiad Soap Arts. And if you've never been there or ordered anything, you must go and check it out and order the wonderfulness that is Naiad's. Erin has the best stuff Ive ever seen and she makes them all herself, everything is all natural and almost everything is vegan people freindly (not that I care about vegans). My favorite chapstick comes from there, her SPF 15 Cocoa Butter Lip Balm which I first got from one of my Woolgirl Sock Club packages last summer and I took it to Norway with me and Ive been nursing it and loving it ever since. Its just awesome stuff. I was only going to order lip balm, but them Erin added a ton of new stuff to the site <em>and </em>sent out a Valentines day coupon (because she rocks!)So I ended up ordering:<br />4~SPF 15 Cocoa Butter Lip Balms<br />1~Cherry Peppermint Lip Balm<br />1~Half Bar Tuberose Moss Shea butter soap<br />1~Lemon Creme Body sugar cubes<br />1~Tea tree Oil Facial soap<br />1~Wasabi Shave soap<br />1~Moss shave soap<br />1~Custom lilac room spray<br /><br />So much for just getting lip balm. But the Lemon Body sugars will exfoliate my face finally since its all dry and using a pumice stone on your face is really a bad idea, trust me, I know. And the Tea Tree Oil soap will be great to help wash makeup off my face without clogging pours and making it nasty, the Tuberose will simply make me smell devine and the shave soaps all have special clay stuff in them to help smooth my skin and lather up for a wonderful shaving expirence. And the custom Lilac spray, she making it just for me because I asked, how fucking cool is that? I told you she rocks! Im gonna use it for the car and maybe for me. I decided to spoil myself. And the best part? All those hand made, all natural goodies I got fort under $50!! You cant beat that dude, Im tell you. Check the site out. You wont be sorry. I promise.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-1543705140905322009-02-16T01:48:00.002-05:002009-02-16T02:09:58.965-05:00Boat Show and Toxic Gas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOqMy6H9kASgJfsNKdy-MBVhydFe-O1sBciPWP103Kt-4kmIQUclMVwEm21Z7qnNtLwPZZ6oWMGbHyAf25fa4-qDaJ4D4_qf0ZAkljuvy-pn9K3trKQHkYQhgoys6bykCxdLNfZJXpw5y/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303288958060226562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBOqMy6H9kASgJfsNKdy-MBVhydFe-O1sBciPWP103Kt-4kmIQUclMVwEm21Z7qnNtLwPZZ6oWMGbHyAf25fa4-qDaJ4D4_qf0ZAkljuvy-pn9K3trKQHkYQhgoys6bykCxdLNfZJXpw5y/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Boy is trying to kill me right now with some toxic ass farts, I kid you not. He is sound asleep, but every couple minutes toxicness comes waffing my way. I want to cough, but I cant because I dont want to wake his dumb ass up, but damn. Im dying over here!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway, we went to the boat show today down at Cobo. All and all it was a shitty boat show, thank god we got free tickets because I wouldnt of paid to get into there. But on the plus side I did get some cool stuff. Boy got me a 2006 Shaun Murray 133 wakeboard that was origanally $500 for $75 cash (hell fucking yes!!!) for our anniversery next month. You cant beat that deal with a stick. I <em>finally</em> have my own board, and its one of the very best at that too. Then I also got myself a wakebaord bag so I can lug my board, gloves, lifejacket, suits, ropes, etc. around with me in one nice neat bag that was originally like $120 and I got them down to $75 also which was nice. I also got myself a new pair of wakeboarding gloves that actually fit me so I dont destroy my hands and get HUGE blisters. And it just so happens that while I was there, Shaun Murray, whose board Boy had just bought me, was there and was hanging out at the Silver Spray booth which is that place where we bought our Nautique at and where our slip is at (Silver Lake). So I sat down and chatted with him and told him how I loved his Detention 2012 movie and that his yellow helmet from the movie was the inspiration behind Danger Jessica. I explained the whole story of Danger Jessica and he thought it was an awesome story and asked if I had posted any clips on Youtube yet and I said no, just pictures for now. He gave me his email addy and said I should do some clips and email him the links. Then he asked if he could sign my board "To Danger Jessica" and I said totally, that would be killer. So he did. Its fucking awesome. Shaun Murray was way cool and really down to earth and not a total dick face like alot of the other pro guys. He was just your regular guy. And he sat down and pointed out all the cool shit on the bottom of my board he drew and what it ment and <em>that </em>was cool. I told him how much I paid for the board and he gave me a high five and said that was killer getting it for that cheap. I though he might be mad or something, but he was happy that I saved money.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Over all it was a kick ass day. Hung out with a dope pro wakeboader who signed my board, and got a bunch of new shit just for me for the new wake season. I cant wait to get on the lake now....with my yellow helmet...</div>Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-56330142689873412202009-02-08T21:39:00.000-05:002009-02-08T21:41:14.026-05:00Im Back...for now...Yea, yea, yea, its been awhile. I dont want to hear it. I have other more important things you could yell at me about, trust me.<br /><br />Anyway, today is the first day of the season for drag racing!! How fucking exciting. Hooray for Pomona!! Although its appears that almost no one has sponsors this season. Especially my favorite racer, Melanie Troxel, who is a Funny Car driver. And since the devil, Tony Schumacher, lost his secret weapon Alan Johnson because AJ got his own team this year, HE IS GOING DOWN!! Your evil rein of terror is over you bastard!! HA!! We finally have something to watch on sunday nights too. TV has become so painful its not even worth watching anymore. Except for channel 111 on my TV, which is ID, Investigative Discovery. Im so addicted to it, its like my crack. Its all murder shows and serial killer profiles. Im loving it. Its so my thing, my cup of tea. Those are my favorite kinds of shows.<br /><br />In other news, Im still working and teaching at the yarn shop and Im still loving it. I love going to my job everyday. Im so lucky to have a job that I love going to. I mean, how much better does it get then to get up everyday, go to an awesome job, and get paid to do something and teaching something I love? I'll tell you. It doesnt get much better then that. If you hate your job then it sucks to be you. Dont hate be because you have a shitty job. You should worry less about hating me and just be thankful you still have a damn job in the first place okay you dumahopper!<br /><br />Then in some sad news, my really good friend Julie, or better said my best friend up here in the GB, found out she has stage 4 non-hodgkins lymphoma. Her 4th treatment of her first series of chemo is coming up this friday. She only has 2 more after this for this series and hopefully this takes care of it for the next 5-8 years, or so we can hope since lymphoma isnt curable and its already in her marrow. It was reallyt hard to take at first. I finally found someone that I get close with and get along with up here and she has to go and start dieing on me, WTF!! And its also not just that. Its the fact that she has three kids, her youngest being 7, a great husband who loves her and that she is a great person and she does everything right. So tell me why someone like that has to get this stupid illness, when there are so many other pieces of shit out there that seriously dont even derserve to breath, like my biological dad, who get to keep on living being healthy. Thats total bullshit. But I make the best of it. I dont show how bad it really hurts and sucks because she doesnt need it. Trust me, she is living it first hand, she knows how bad it hurts and sucks. And when the day comes when she finally says "Enough", Im not going to blame her. Are you? No, Im going to be by her side, holding her hand telling her she was braver then anyone should ever have to be, and that its okay to go and finally be out of pain. Thats what a true friend does. Then Im going to steal her yarn ;) What! She told I could so fuck off, dont judge me!Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-80255799496714934772008-09-14T19:41:00.002-04:002008-09-14T19:55:18.353-04:00Well Its Been A WhileIt was brought to my attention (thanks Julie) that I 1)Havent been here in a while 2) havent told you guys whats been going on with Mister, my duck. All things on the duck front are great. He still doesnt have half of the top part of his bill and never will, but he is fine. He can eat on his own and prean himself pretty decent for the most part and he can still bite (fucker!). He also lost half of his total body weight when it happend, and when you only weigh 5 lbs to begin with that tricky. But he has gained it all back and looks like his big fat self again. We do however still hand feed him twice a day just to make sure he is getting enough food, and we bath him once a week with baby shampoo to make sure he is clean since he cant clean himself as well as he used to be able to. But all in all, he is fine.<br /><br />I <em>finally</em> got a job. Im working up at Ewe to You Yarns where I live. Im teaching sock classes up there and puttering around and Im fucking loving it. Im getting paid to do what I love. It seriously doesnt get any fucking better then that!<br /><br />Right now its raining. Its been raining for a couple days now as a result of all the hurricans and I swear, we are going to drown. There is a lake in my back yarn. Pretty soon Im going to be able to wakeboard back there, no joke.<br /><br />Oh yea, be got a boat! A 2000 Sport Nautique but it has the factory ballists and tower so technically its an Air Nautique. And its purple!! Not my color of choice, but whatever. Boy and I have used the shit out of it. I was the first to get hurt on it, of course. Knocked myself out cold after a jump when the board came up and hit me in the back of the head. Then like a moron I went again and fell, again, and gave myself whiplash. Ended up throwing up for 4 days before I went to the ER. Turned out by then all I had bad a bad concussion. Good thing I didnt go in sooner.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-59756202250438803952008-06-27T15:25:00.003-04:002008-06-27T15:37:20.980-04:00My Lady Sweater<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgil9q-wnuMOu6IDnBOmZ52xEj7-ox1Sbh-Znj6SofxulMf_WIkH_Ypgmf6JRlkHRVEbDKGdEcbKHAb10DXz2mjLCb_zzIFOQaBOhDFvwSDLcMGQekUeBcN7LLAirlE_MVCgfWzQdu6WgLn/s1600-h/DSC03148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216647643437811106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgil9q-wnuMOu6IDnBOmZ52xEj7-ox1Sbh-Znj6SofxulMf_WIkH_Ypgmf6JRlkHRVEbDKGdEcbKHAb10DXz2mjLCb_zzIFOQaBOhDFvwSDLcMGQekUeBcN7LLAirlE_MVCgfWzQdu6WgLn/s320/DSC03148.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZiEOc17Bq45jTC0nwlVHRS37SrG_s4Tc5alQTq1cHKjGV7_0F4BT8bLvgwP_YR_jJjZFaHgqoPdt-U6nVLvHXkSfrBAc-zkoObOnSXcu9r4bzs3oywBvkzx9RFfi-Ai2LrFX5PU6mzUs/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216647473730534994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ZiEOc17Bq45jTC0nwlVHRS37SrG_s4Tc5alQTq1cHKjGV7_0F4BT8bLvgwP_YR_jJjZFaHgqoPdt-U6nVLvHXkSfrBAc-zkoObOnSXcu9r4bzs3oywBvkzx9RFfi-Ai2LrFX5PU6mzUs/s320/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Oh my, its been awhile since I've written, Im sorry. Im partaking in one of my guilty pleasures right now ( and no, not that pleasure you sicko). Im watching A Haunting on Discovery. I love that show. I like scaring myself, its fun. It also gives me the much needed adrenaline rush I crave. The other night I was watching it at 1am and I ended up scaring myself. I was freaked out and I didnt want to leave the couch to go up stairs. Im such a dork.<br /><br />Anyway, I started the February Lady Sweater. Its an awesome pattern, I love it. I really want to make another one after I finish this one in cotten, in wool for the winter.<br /><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/february-lady-sweater">http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/february-lady-sweater</a><br />I also got my Nameste bags from Ewe-To You Yarns in Grand Blanc. I love them. I got the Malibu, the Laguna and the Newport. They are a bit stinky from the pleather, so I have them stuffed with dryer sheets to help defunk them. I really hope it works. They stink.</div></div>Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-9904333033658311872008-06-11T11:44:00.002-04:002008-06-11T11:47:24.741-04:00What the hell?So I got this email last night from my mom. I have no idea what made this come about (other then watching Hope Floats). I have no idea what to think about it. I, for once, am speechless.<br /><br />"I wish I could go back home and find what I was looking for or lost. I amsorry for what I put you thru looking for..... Looking for myself. I messedup a lot and I just tried to get the money to get us what your daddy neverhelped with. I just wanted the best for you. I hope you understand. I am soPROUD of you yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I gave you what I could, eventhough it wasn't always the best. But, you turned out to be the best personthat ever happened to me. The BEST person I ever knew. I am so glad I wasstrict with you, even though you hated me. I just always wanted the bestfor you. I will always be THANKFUL for having you. I guess this moviebrings out some sappy things in me. Thanks for remembering watching thismovie with me. I love Sandra Bullock in this. Reminds me of the way I wasso many years ago. Only I was a loser. My life never ended like hers. Howsilly I am. It's a movie. But movies sometimes relate to life. My Mom wasnever like hers though. Maybe that's why I'm sad. I don't know. Just loveme for how I tried. Ok! I Love you so much and am so proud of you! I wish Ihad done as much as you at your age. It was reallly sad when she went tosee her daddy and he didn't know her, but remembered her from a picture. Imiss my Daddy after that part.Ok, enough mushy stuff from me. We'll talk before I leave.<br /><br />I Love Jessica.<br />Love Mom<br />Have a great day.<br /><br />What do you guys think? Im not sure if she was drunk or what.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-25065179742654679452008-05-27T23:46:00.002-04:002008-05-28T00:14:54.886-04:00Bad or Not?Things have been really stressed around the house. With the duck getting attacked, racing season starting, Motor City Knits launching, Boys job, things are just crazy. Even though things have been crazy, I found time to read a box called "Riding The Bus With My Sister". For those of you how dont know about it, its a real life story about a women and her struggles with dealing with her mentally challanged sister. Reading it helped me understand that Im not the only one who gets frustrated with a mentally challanged family memeber. So here is my point: Boy's sister is mentally challanged. Some days she is totally on her game and you would never know that there was something wrong. Then other times she it so stupid (its what we call it when she is have an off day. We dont actually call her stupid) and she can bearly get out of bed, get dressed or tie her own shoes. She also has wild mood swings. One minute she loves you, then next you on her shit list and you dont exsist in her world. Its so annoying because when your on her shit list she is a totally BITCH and it will driving you nuts. Case in point, when we were at the race track she was filming Boys pass and when I asked her if she got footage she said no. Then 10 mintures later she staanding there showing Boy and his friend the footage she hhad gotten. When I walked upped the clip was just ending and she was like "Oops, its over" and slapped the side screen closed. I was pissed. Really pissed. I dont care if she gets attitude with me at home, but when she pulls this shit at the race track in's <em>very </em>unacceptable and she knows better. I know it may not sound like much, but added with all the other little tud's she gives you on any given day for no reason, makes you just flat out pissed. Boy was like "Are you fighting with a retarded person?" I guess yes. She is very hard and annoying to deal with. When she gets her attitude, she is impossible to be around because you want to just smack her up side her head. She is also a repeater when she talks so she says stuff twice. In a convo, its enough to make you mad. But the worst is her lying. My god does that women tell some lies. You can never believe what she says be 50% or more is lies.<br />Does this make me a bad person to be annoyed with a metallt challenged person? There are just days I dont want to talk on ends about horses with her, I just feel bad being annoyed with her, when its not her fault. I know she cant help it, but somedays she is so normal and your like Yesss! She is in this world today. Then on her bad days she'll drive you fucking crazy<br />I dont know. I just feel bad about it. My couch meds are kicking in so Im fading. I'll touch more on this tomorrow.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-70176698546069501122008-05-22T22:07:00.002-04:002008-05-22T22:23:14.296-04:00Just a quick pantie change...I dont know what the hell has been up, but I have been having some just overtly sexual dreams lately. I cant understand. Every morning I wake up drenched in sweat and wet from a true life wet dream. Now dont get me wrong, Im not complaining one bit. Who would complain about something like that? I dont even need to be <em>awake</em> to have an orgasm, its fucking awesome! I just cant understand why Im having them so much lately. My sex life is great. I wonder if its just a change in hormones or something. Whatever it is, is strange, but Im not gonna wish it away. It stay as long as it wants :grin:<br /><br />On the duck front, everything is great. He is eating all by himself, even though we are still feeding him by hand 4 times a day to make sure he is getting enough food. He has started playing and quaking again. I was standing downstairs with my back to his cage and I feel a pinch on my back and on my arm. I turn around and that little shit had his head between the bars biting me!!! I started chasing him in the cage and he was quaking and playing with me and it reassured me that he was definatly getting better. That and he is eating and drinking on his own and his beak is healing wonderfully. It doesnt even occur to him that anything is wrong with him. Its great. My female, Peanut, though is not thrilled by all this. She isnt taking to him very well. She keeps pecking at him. I suspect its because he isnt "whole" in her eyes and she doesnt like it. I hope that after we get his prostetic beak she'll be fine. I hope.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-91208485675352588662008-05-18T20:10:00.002-04:002008-05-18T20:12:41.512-04:00TodayYesterday: It is super crazy, but he is doing really well today. We gave him his pain meds and antibiotics this morning and he got that all done fine. It just took 3 hours to give him the pain meds, anti’s and some food. The serenge thing for everything is a pain and he is showing us he feels the same by trying to bite the serenge :giggle: Looks like he back to his old self. He is alert today because all that shit from yesterday wore off. He is doing his quaking again, which was always soft and wonderful to hear again, and he played in the pool this morning loving the warm water. He cant splash water on himself because he cant really turn his head much which was how he got water on him, so we splash him and he shakes around, and flaps his wings and trys to act normal which is nice to see. He is realizing there is something wrong with his beak because when he tried to pren himself, he realized he cant and it hurts and its hard to watch, I feel bad watching. He is also opening and closing his mouth trying to figure out whats wrong with it and why he cant eat. But he was going after lettuce we ripped up in the pool which shows us he does have an appitite.<br />Marete, we are almost possitive it was a raccoon that got him. Its the only thing big enough to do that kind of damage. Had it been a dog, there would be nothing left except for some feathers. Lucky for me, raccoons are considered a “nusence animal” so your allowed to kill them. We’ve had a raccoon problem for a long time, with them destroying stuff, so now Im going to fix that. A .22 handgun works perfect for such a problem. And before anyone asks, no I dont care about killing them, doesnt bother me a bit. Natural consiquences for fucking with my duck.<br />Last night was aweful with him. He got mad and tried to bite the rubber serenge and ended up hitting something on his beak and he started bleeding. The bleeding wouldnt stop and it was just dripping down his tongue onto the floor and every time he shook his head, he flung blood on me. I had to stick him in a warm pool to get the bleeding to stop and by the time we were done, I was covered in blood. I came home and got into the shower and as I was standing watching the blood go down the drain and wished that whatever attacked him had finished the job. It was just so aweful to see him that way. I know thats a bad thing to think, its just not fair to him. He never did anything to anybody and he, like Sissy, doesnt understand why this happened to him and whats wrong with him.<br /><br />Today:Good duck news: He is eating food!!! We are mashing his regular food up with water turning it into paste, putting it on his tongue, then using the powered food mixed in the water to drop on his tongue so he’ll open his mouth and eat the food paste. He ate a nice little bit. Thats really great. And he likes to have his tongue stroked. I have no idea why, but he does. He had some layers taken off his tongue and the vet described it as being like a burn when you drink something hot. His tongue also when from white to pink finally so he’s getting good blood flow to it, and it appears that his beak is scabbing over because its turning white. He is also feeling like his old self again because he is talking to the dryer when there is no one in the basement. Considering he is my duck, its not suprising that he’s a little retarded and talks to the dryer. But its loud and he is talking to it. And when you walk but the cage, he pokes his head between the bars and trys to bit you, something he always did playfully before. He is spending more time in his pool playing around. He wants to go be by Peanut so bad but she actually doesnt want anything to really do with him. She actually tried to attack him a couple times so we cant let her really be by him because were too afraid she’s bite his beak. I have no idea why sheis acting this way. The only thing I can think of is he still might smell like whatever attacked them. And we realized that Peanut has claw or bite marks down her beak. We figure whatever attacked tried to ger her first and he went after it trying to protect her.<br /><br />He one strong little duck. And lucky. I want to take a picture so I can document the healing in his beak over time. I’m post pictures in here and if people want to look they can and if they dont, they dont have too. Im just giving everyone a heads up.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-87043602032458671322008-05-17T18:13:00.001-04:002008-05-17T18:13:47.833-04:00SighIt has been a very sad and horrible day in the household. Nothing really feels real. Last night, when everyone got home (it was after dark), Sissy (Boys sister) went down to get the ducks. She comes racing back saything that the gate was open and the ducks werent in the pen :onsetpaniccmode: We start calling for them and from the other side of the pool (across the yard) we hear Sissy’s female Peanut just shrieking and quaking and carring on. As soon as she saw Sissy she raced toward her and was just talking and shrieking away. The we realize our male, Mister isnt with her. So we start looking for him and we couldnt find him anywhere. Peanut is still freaking out so at this point everyone, except for Sissy, realize soemthing is wrong and it isnt going to be pretty. We send her in the garage to start getting Peanut ready for bed and to try and get her calmed down while everyone else searched the yard, and I took the field. I walked the entire perimitor of our property (14 acres) and then started searching the field grid style. At this point I wasnt really looking for Mister, I was looking for a body. When I got the the middle of the field it where its thick with brush and what not, I stopped and was listening to see if I could here him quaking, because he always quakes and thats how we were looking for him by trying to listen and see if we could hear him. I heard some ruslting in ther brush and I stopped to listen, but I didnt hear any quakes, figured it was a rabbit and kept searching. I was all up and in the thick but I didnt see anything. We gave up after an hour and said we’ll look for him in the morning because it was all we could do. And by “we” I meant me, boy and his mom to look for a body so Sissy didnt have to see it.<br />Well our phone rang at 4:30am and it was Boys mom saying that the duck had come back, but it had been attacked really bad and we needed to take it to the vets. I got up and put clothes on then went over there. I wasnt really sure what to expect, but it sure as hell wasnt what I saw. It was just horrible, and Ive seen some really nasty stuff working in the pet store. Sissy was on the floor hugging him and she was in shock and she just said “Look Jess, my baby came home.” I dont think she even really saw what was wrong or understood what happened (she is mentally retarded for those of you who dont know). I took one look, held my breath while my stomach just fell through the floor and told her I had seen worse and we’ll take care of it and everything will be okay. We finally tracked down a 24 hour ER vet that saw birds and hour away, I grabbed the GPS, and at 5am, Boys mom, sister, duck and I jumped in the Jeep to the Vet. Sissy explained from the back of the Jeep that she had gotten up to pee and she was standing at the window in that bathroom and she saw Mister walk up from the field, hop through a hole in the fence around the pool and jumped in the pool. She went running out there before anyone could stop her and as soon as he heard her voice and she got the the edge of the pool, he swan straight over to her so she coud pick him up and bring him in. I guess once he was safe in the garage he just kinda collasped in a sort because he was finally safe. I have no idea how that duck made it back from anywhere.<br />This is what I saw. His entire beak was shredded. It was just aweful. There were chunks of it just hanging everywhere and there was blood from it everywhere and his tongue was just laying out among the pulp. I couldnt decipher the top beak, which was pretty much gone, from the bottom. I dont have any idea how that duck made it back home. Seriously. It should of been dead. I wouldnt even take a picture to show you guys how bad it is because its so bad. I can bearly stand to look at him, and Boy just freaks out and wont look.<br />The second we got to the vet, which was empty, they took him in the back, despite Sissy insisting she go with him, and gave him some WAY over due pain meds and to look him over and asses what was going on. She came in a little bit later, with a chair, and sat down. She layed it out very simply and very nicely. He was hurt really bad. He had been attacked and she want sure why, whatever attacked him, didnt finish the job. She said putting him to sleep was not a bad option. This is imediatly shot down by Sissy. She said his beak was obviously really bad. Her main concerns where him being able to eat again, because so much of his beak was torn off and missing and they cant eat with out a top bill. He aslo had three other bad bite marks, one really deep one right on top of his head and two on each side of his neck. I asked if they could put in a feeding tube, and she said normally yes, but since he had the two bite marks on both sides of his neck, she was afraid it would get infected and therefo wasnt a option, for right now. We talked back and forth about what potiential problems could be, and she said if he makes it, because he is missing so much beak and it wont grow back, that he is going to have to have a prostetic beak made for him and put on so he could eat normally again. A prostetic beak? I was speechless. She said she was going to put him under so she could explore the wounds better and clean up his bill and see what other damage there was. If he had severe trauma to the underside of his beak and was slit on both sides all the way down, then there wasnt anything we could do for his. There would be too much damage that wasnt fixable. It would also give her more time to check out the other wounds on him. She said give her about an hour, and she would call us back and discuss what her findings were. She said she wanted to keep him sleeping incase some other actions needed to be made, like putting him down. So we took a freaked out Sissy to McDonalds and got breakfast, tried to re-assure her that it wasnt her fault, that Mister should be fine, but if for some reason he isnt, she needs to think about whats best for him, instead of whats best for us. We then walked around the little farmers market for a bit, got her to smile, then went back to the vets and she was just getting done. She said he was very slowly waking up in the back. She said she removed as much of the damaged beak as she could, surgical glued the one slit on his lower jaw, which she said was in very good shape considering what the top looked like, plucked all the feathers out around his neck to she could see the wounds and clean them. She said luckly his nose and pallate were still in tact and fine, but about less then a half of an inch from his nose and down was missing. His tongue is almost fully exposed. She said she honestly wasnt sure if he was going to make it. He was a strong duck. He made it through the attack, then back home hours after the attack. She said he was more then likely protecting Peanut and then got dragged away. He was probably the reason she was still alive. And trust me, things would of been a 100 times worse if this had happen to Peanut. Sissy would die if anything happened to Peanut. So she gave us liquid pain meds, antibiotics, antibiotic cream, Petrolium Jelly to put on his wounds to keep them from getting dry, and a special powered food stuff that I have to mix with warm water and feed him every four hours with a big plastic serenge because he cant eat on his own.<br />We are keeping him in the basment because its very, very, very, very important that he stay clean at all times (no poop), stay warm, have clean water, and stay away from flies (maggots). He’s still really groggy from them knocking him out. But when I fed him for the first time he responded by eating ask much as I could squirt in. Then I discovered that if you put it in a deep bowl of water, he can drink, which the doctor didnt think he could do. If the waters deep enough, he can get enough of his beak in to where its missing for him to “drink normal”. He really is trying, its so wonderful. Our biggest challenges right now are fighting the infection, and nutrien because he cant eat on his own. So were keeping him warm and clean, and feeding him and weighing him. He looks just aweful and I can bearly look at him but I have too. I have to be the strong one. I dont want Sissy to freak out, so if she see’s me fine, she stays calm. So Im on duty 24-7 taking care of the duck who shouldnt be here with half a face.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-22402053980533330312008-05-11T19:59:00.004-04:002008-05-11T20:44:21.393-04:00Death By GardenThe garden hath killed me. I was feeling better yesterday after being so damn sick all week so I caught up on all my fish stuff (water changes, skimmer cleaning, tank scraping, etc.), then I decided I needed to get my plants from the basement, outside to the garden. I was still running a high fever yesterday (about 100.0), so I wasnt planing on planting everything I had in the basement. I just wanted to get my pole and bush beans out, because they were growing taller and I had to get them outside and strung along poles before they got too big, tipped over and died. I was burning up all day and by the time I was done I was wiped out. I can bearly move today my legs and knees hurt so bad. But I cut some stakes on the ban saw and pounded them in the ground, then strung them with string and re-planeted my little baby sprouts that were almost 2 feet tall. I got this big burst of energy so I decided to re-plant all my garnden plants from the basement too the outside garden. A big mistake maybe? Ask my legs and knees. They are not fans of me right now.<br /><br />Now my garden is fairly large this year, 23 feet by 5 feet on the one side of the garage, and 30 feet by 4 feet on the back of the garage, and I still ran out of room!!! And I havent even planted the main bulk of my watermelon, canatlope, pumpkins spinich, herbs and pickles yet! Anyway, I ended planting all my beans, the sprouts and seeds for the next collecting, cucumbers, yellow and green squash, radishes, okra sprouts, carrots, two kinds of lettuce, brocoli, califlower, watermelon, cantalope, and....I think that might be all, but Im not sure. Oh, I still need to get some tomato plants when I find then nice and cheap. All I know is my garden is HUGE this year, and it took me almost 6 hours to get everything in the ground, my hills hoed out, chunks raked out, different stuff staked out so I know where one thing ends and another begins, all that jazz. Im very proud of my garden because thus far, I've had more of a black thumb then a green thumb up until last year when my garden blew up and took off. I was so excited so I expanded it to the whole side of the garage and the back, plus a nice chunk out in the field for the vast majority of my vining plants like melons and pumpkins so they dont snuff out all the other stuff around it. Im really begining to enjoy watching my garden grow and eat the things Im growing. That and alot of what Im growing is going towards feeding my Uromastyxs and my tortoise Martin, who is a giant Afrian Spurred Tortoise thats 16 years old, weighs about 130 lbs, and is about 4 feet by two feet large. He's a big boy and he eats like a PIG!!! He lives at my dads store because he is WAY too damn big to take anywhere and I dont want his ass here because I dont have a place at my house to house a tortoise that can take out the studs in my house like they were toothpicks and that is 82 degrees or hotter all year round. And I dont want a reptilian cow that smells like shit in my house either. I'll have to get a picture of Martin to show you guys, because I dont think I have any that arent on my phone. As much as he annoys the hell out of me because he acts like a dog and follows me around and begs for food, is always in my way, always trying to crawl in my lap <em>still</em> even though he could break my legs if he really wanted too, IS really cool, because how many people can say they have one of the giant tortoises of the world (the 3rd largest in fact) as a pet? Im just so used to him being around (Ive had him for 16 years!) that I forget that almost no one has a giant turtle as a pet.<br /><br />Its been raining all day but I dont mind. Everything needed the rain. Its all green and beautiful outside. Everything is blooming and smells so nice. I love when spring is in full swing like this. Lets just pray it doesnt freeze at night again.Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880160160931872808.post-46175790726714975232008-05-09T10:11:00.002-04:002008-05-09T10:25:47.147-04:00Itchy RashOk, so maybe the kick ass cough medicine isnt so kick ass after all. I have a <em>giant</em> rash all over my body and it itches. Guess Im still allergic to Codeine after all :Oops: Its all over everything, and now its starting to itch, AHhhh!!! I want to take some Benydril but I dont want to fall asleep again because I lost out on another day yesterday. I fell asleep at about 3:30 again and didnt wake up till 7 this morning. Only this time I didnt see Boy <em>at all.</em><br /><br />It still feels like someone kicked me in the chest, and Im still coughing, but I think I should stay away from it for a while. If I go out in public, I have a good chance of someone calling the hazmat team on me :Eep!: My face feels all funny from the rash and from it peeling from my sunburn. What a weird combo. But at least its not poison ivy. Poison Ivy and I do <strong><em>not</em></strong> get along. I get it every year, and Im sure someone of you know my woes with it. I got it in a rather, unpleaseant place last year, like, down there... The only way I can think that I could of gotten it there was when I came in too pee, I didnt wash my hands good enough before or when I went to get into the shower. Either way, it fucking sucked.<br /><br />Im on this mission now to learn how to knit some hard core Fair Isle now. Norway totally inspired me to take my knitting to a whole nother level. I want to be able to knit myself the kind of sweaters I saw in Norway. Its going to be so awesome, proven I can do it. I just need to find some patterns (probably from the library) and just do it. It may take awhile because colorwork is hard as hell, but I know I'll get it eventually, after Ive threatend to kill, break and burn everything around me.<br /><br />Ok, I think Im going to try and get some knitting done. Im almost done with my 2 socks on 2 circs. I cant wait till I start the other pair of socks with the yarn I got from Ms. Angelia at Blackthrone Fibers. Their going to be beautiful!!!Jessica Kalmetahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03366348455445800228noreply@blogger.com0