Sari I can empathize. I want to do some renovations to da cave but can’t make up my mind what I want. I want new floorin’ in the kitchen, livin’ room, dinin’ room, and laundry room. If I do that will I then decide I need a new dishwasher, range, fridge etc. Will I decide then I need new livin’ room or dinin’ room furniture. Will I need to repaint, wallpaper etc. I swear I’d just be better off to bulldoze the place and start all over.
Oh and howdy from da cave. I am irkin’ but the wonkiness of the intartoobz at the orifice was drivin’ me crazy, so I irk from da cave the rest of the day.
I want a piece of cake, I wonder if any is left.
We have chocolate cake with vanilla pudding icing with a little bit of coconut. Not enough coconut to be gross, just a little.
Chocolate anything always helps me think, and maybe then a nap. Naps are good too.
I think it has finally stopped snowing, it’s not much out there but I hear it is bitter cold.
‘Tis 60, drizzly and dreary out. Still better than icky white stuff I reckon. I want it to be time to go and get stuff ready for men’s night over to the church house. I am really lookin’ forward to some grill and chill time with my Whiskypalian homies.
I’ve decided a snowy, icky day is the perfect time to try to make homemade soft pretzels. I’ve got the dough starting in the bread machine. In 2 hours, I’ll have to take it out and do stuff to it - I should probably read the recipe in more detail before that point, ya think?
Meanwhile, I’m crocheting squares for an afghan - using up scraps to make the inner part, then finishing them all in medium blue. I think it’ll make a nice blanket. Plus it’ll use up a lot of my miscellaneous yarns.
**Drae **- I’ve made afghans where I made big balls of yarn by joining scraps in random order, then using 2 strands at a time and a big hook, I’d do a chevron afghan. They look good and they use up everything, even short scraps. That’s what I’ll do after I finish this one with squares.
And on that note, I think I need to get back to my crocheting.
That sounds pretty awesome–nothing like two strands of Red Heart and a Q hook to make you feel like you’re making progress. Shame all our yarn has been consigned to storage until the move. I haven’t made anything in months, but I actually went out and bought yarn last week just so I had something to do with my hands while watching tv. I’ve been so busy cleaning and packing that now just sitting there seems like a waste of time. So I kind of decided what the colors will be in my new bedroom and started thisafghan, which I can just keep expanding until I feel like stopping.
I’ve made it a couple times already, and the most important thing is to make each square or part of square 7 rows. (AABBCCA, or I suppose any variation you feel like–I’m not the boss of your colors.) It might work with any odd number, but everything went to hell when I thought “Meh, I’ll only do six per square.”
I’ve been diagnosed as low on Vitamin D, but since it’s been so cold and rainy the last couple of days, I’ve barely left the house. That coupled with the fact that my sinuses checked the calendar and discovered the equinox is this week and so it’s time to start draining does not inspire me to do anything or go anywhere.
Pretzel report - the salted ones were the yummiest, the sesame seeded ones were meh, the cinnamon ones should have been made according to the recipe. I just sprinkles cinnamon sugar on them before baking - the recipe said to bake them plain, then put melted butter and cinnamon sugar on after. So next time, I’ll do that. I’ll also try shredded cheese. More work than I’d hoped, but worth doing again.
Both my parents are from Ireland & mom spoke Gaelic as her first language. I know only a phrase or two, but can cook a few things. Brought some barm brack to work today, which seems to have gone over well enough.
Howdy Y’all! Home from men’s night over to the church house. ‘Twas a wonderful time as usual. My St. Pat’s homies be the bestest! Green beer (left over from Sattidy) was partaken of and still good. Lots of hilarity ensued as always. One of the guys, who is 91 and will be 92 in May was on it tonight. He lives in an assisted livin’ place. He told us they had a dance there and out of 39 women he had a choice of to dance with, he elimated those who use wheelchairs or walkers, and that left him with four women with which to dance. I can only hope that if I live to be that old I am half as on my game as is he. The man still drives (at night even), which needless to say, makes him a catch.
Sassy I parsed that as best I could and respond… smooches and blessin’s to you as well.
And on that note, da bear shall head to beddy bye. Like it or not, a trip to the south forty is in store for tomorrow and shall last all day. Sigh.
Shame all our yarn has been consigned to storage until the move. I haven’t made anything in months, but I actually went out and bought yarn last week just so I had something to do with my hands while watching tv. I’ve been so busy cleaning and packing that now just sitting there seems like a waste of time. So I kind of decided what the colors will be in my new bedroom and started 
