Fucking shit, I’ve been a lethargic gasbag lately. Seriously, I’ve been lazy and farty. I blame the beans. We eat a lot of beans. The lethargy can be attributed to the fact that I fucking hate winter.

I’ve dyed yarn, started socks for Paula (named Nipple Ripple), got a kick ass package from my Knitty SP, learned how to knit 2 socks at once, got even more yarn in the mail that I haven’t even added to my Ravelry stash yet, freed a trapped Cardinal, lost a pet and decided to shave another one. I’ve also been drawing my ass off for class, but I’m having a great time.

I could have pics to show you all of this (except the dead mangled body of Gus), but that whole laziness thing is winning this particular race.

What happened to Gus? Well, Bob got territorial for some reason. In the year or so that we’ve had them living in the same tank I’ve never seen Bob so much as look at Gus sideways. Hell, he could be seen regularly scraping her shell. But she freaked and killed him. I know he was just a fish, but I was pretty upset. He was neat and a living, feeling creature and entrusted to my care and I felt and feel like I failed him. Turns out Bob was broody, she laid an egg a couple of days later. Poor Gus. Sorry, little guy.

I just finished reading the Fair Tax book. Holy shit. The history of the income tax is infuriating. The fact that we’re paying taxes on ourselves *twice* to pay for a loan we’ve taken out against ourselves is astounding. The economy is going to collapse if we don’t make some serious changes. Support H.R. 25! It’s important, people!

Like an entry, for instance.

I just found out that I have been awarded JenLa’s Al Swearengen Award for Excellence in Swearing.

Hot motherfucking damn, y’all!

So I have angered a god somewhere. I’m not sure which one. Probably that insecure fuck the Christians go on about. I had, at the same time, on the same day, a cold, the rag and a broken toe. It all hit me on the same day. The toe and the rag are still here, but the cold finally vacated. The toe is better, but it’s at that point where I’ve sort of forgotten that it’s hurt, so I’ll accidentally put pressure on it or something stupid like that. You don’t realize how much you rely on your toes until one of them decides to take a powder. I ended up missing the get together with an old friend of mine who moved to Texas last year. She was back in town and we were all supposed to get together on Friday, but I was full of snot and had a broken fucking toe. On the plus side my wonderful husband has been taking care of most of the things I usually do so I’ve had plenty of time to knit. Although he has to keep reminding me that I have a broken toe when I protest his doing something for me. Independence can be a real bitch.

I’m nearly done with Back to Basics. I’ve got about 6 rows to go on the heel then it’s all leg, baby! And then I might actually have a pair of hand knit socks for my own feet. Amazing.

Jeanie is ready to go on the needles. I have the yarn. I ended up with this colorway, but it actually looks more like a combo of that one and this one on the skein. It’s really nice and I bought up the last three skeins they had. I will say, much as I love my LYS, their prices can be a bit much. 19.20 a skein. Damn. I know it’s not a brick and mortar vs online merchant issue because another slightly less LYS in Atlanta proper, is charging 18.50 a skein. Heh.

Resolutions? Eh, we made some half-assed ones like saving more money. That’s a biggie. We leak cash almost as bad as the gubmint. So I set up an automatic savings plan on our ING savings account. It’s not much, but it’s something, and we need to save something because we’re really not. (380.00 does not a savings account make). Other than that? I should really go on a yarn diet, but it’s not gonna happen. I can say it will, but it won’t and that would make me a liar.

Today will be spent taking it easy, ringing in the new year with yarn and the annual Twilight Zone marathon on SciFi.

Happy New Year! Here’s some pictures of a photophobic dog and a turtle annoyed at his nap being interrupted so I could get pictures of his lazy, spread out ass. The look on Isobel’s face in the last one just cracks me up!