Hello Life

Motivated solely by the overwhelming amount of smack talk I've been getting from my readers (otherwise, singularly known as Jane) about how boring my blog has become due to the lack of actual blogging, I find myself writing a quick update post to ...well, how do you say it?

SHUT HER UP.

Since I last posted, this is what I have been up to..

:Planned a surprise 60th party for my mom

:Managed to actually surprise our mom despite our dad being the worse secret keeper EVER

:Turned 31 with a Starbucks birthday breakfast, a BBQ feast and still looking like a 12 year old

:Sewed a tote bag

:Sewed two zippered pouches

:Resigned from my job with a tentative end date that depends on when I get a new job

:Went on my first interview in six years

:Didn't get the job

:Finished five knitting projects: one stroller blanket, two cowls, one pair of pedicure socks and one ballband dishcloth

:Told my parents that R and I are going to move to London and NOT get married

:Stuck to my guns even as my mom tried to bribe me with the grand piano

:Saw two movies - "Wanted" and "The Dark Knight"

:Did not scream during "The Dark Knight" - *cough* Like Jane did *cough*

:Had six weeks of open houses for the condo

:Watched R spend six weeks vacuuming up Nori-fur EVERY. DAY.

:Spent six weeks keeping Nori out of the condo and discovered she has an inexplicable hate-on for schnauzers and most other dogs who rush over to her to say hi

:Laughed at people who asked if the bed was going to be sold with the condo

:Sold the condo; kept the bed

:Spent $75 on a new dog trainer who told us that Nori's fine. She hasn't turned savage on us. She's just telling dogs to screw off because she has no tolerance for inappropriate greeting rituals. Crotch first, then a face -to-face hello. She's a lady, that one!

:Welcomed Baby Alexander, of Pete & Tash fame, into the world of raucous laughter and stupid jokes

:Celebrated R's dad's 70th birthday and did not take any pictures

So it's been a busy summer. I'll provide more indepth details of these events when I can. (Ya, we've all heard that, right?) Well... I'll at least leave you with the details of our Stitch "N Pitch night a few weeks ago.

Jane and I had a rollickin' good time at the Jays game. We went with hundreds of knitters to the Sky Dome (Wait, is it still called the sky dome or did they change the name again?) to watch the Blue Jays play against another team... um, who wore green.

Stitch 'n Pitch was a special event organized by the National NeedleArts Association and I believe there were many of these nights held all over North America.

It was a great blend of interests. Jane got to watch baseball. We got to hang out together (with her cousin, Sarah, who spent the entire time wondering how she got coerced into coming with us) and I got to knit. Jane took out her knitting to show us proof that she belonged in the knitter's section and then didn't touch it again for the rest of the game. She was too busy riding the baseball emotional rollercoaster to knit.


I haven't been to a game in almost 10 years. The last time I was there, I spent the entire time ducking wayward balls flying over to our section. With good reason. The people who had our seats the night before told us that the person sitting in front of them got a baseball in the face. The Hell Kind of Whacked Out Game is This?

I had no idea what was going on with the game. Luckily, Jane knew everything about everybody and why everybody was doing what they were doing. She told me why people were booing. She explained why they were cheering. She jumped up and boogied when everybody else was boogie-ing.

At the end of the game, she turned to me and said: "You seriously just came here to knit?" Yes.

The Jays won the game. (Thank god because I think the other knitters would have pummeled them with their needles if they hadn't.)

I was still knitting when the game was over. I didn't notice that everybody was standing up because somehow...SOMEHOW... I managed to drop a flippin' stitch. It was an intense moment.

Stupid baseball. (Although, note Jane's ecstatic reaction to the Jay's winning and Sarah's "I can't believe we're related" expression)

Global News was there to film the event too. They had the most trite opening introduction to the segment: "At the Jay's Game tonight, everybody was on.... [insert dramatic pause]... pins and needles"

Are you kidding me?

The camera guy got some nice action shots of me knitting my ballband dishcloth. Evidently this was considered fascinating enough for the National News. It did make the segment even though I was very concious of the fact that I was being filmed and I was going to either a) collapse from the pressure or b) swear out loud because the pressure made me drop a stitch or c) start to giggle uncontrollably like the knitter sitting across the aisle from me was doing

I opted for (c) and the segment included the back of my head as I laughed rather hysterically at something Jane said.

Next year ... Jumbo-tron.

I've added it to my list of Life Goals.