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I got a little distracted

I wanted to get my Christmas presents done before the first week of December was over, but I got a little distracted. Instead of fiishing my Christmas presents I made 2 hats and some cookies.

The first week of December starts what my town calls The Snowflake Festival. Part of the festival is a parade, at 7 at night, in December. So it’s usually “I can’t feel my anything” cold, and I realized that Corbin doesn’t have a hat that fits him. So the logical thing would be for me to make him one. While I was making Corbin’s hat Nick’s oldest little sister “Pee-Pot” mentioned how she was going to be marching with her school band in the parade and needed a hat. So I made her a hat also, in her school colors.

I used just a general hat pattern with half-double crochet, because I’m not a fan of double crochet hats. They just don’t feel thick enough to me. I made Corbin’s green with a blue stripe around it.

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I just figured out how to make pompoms so one got added to his hat…and then later cut off because I realized that a hood wouldn’t fit too well over the pompom. This only took me a few hours to make. If I had a specialty when it comes to crocheting, I would say it was hats. Then I started on Pee-Pot’s hat.

It’s hard for me to take a picture of myself without making a stupid face.

Corbin thought that he should check the red yarn before I could use it for the hat.

Like I said before, it’s her school colors, and has the school initials on it (you can find the pattern for the letters here.) Again I just used a general hat pattern with half-double crochet. This one has earflaps, hence the strings hanging down. Pee-Pot told me that kids were asking where she got the hat, which is cool. Nick’s mom was trying to convince me to make more and sell them. I told her I’d rather put a crochet hook through my eye. I like making hats, but not that much.

I also got distracted by trying to make a double batch of oatmeal raisin cookies. They turned out yummy, but I’m a perfectionist so I wasn’t too happy with them. I was picturing chewy, fluffy, delicious cookies. What I got was flat, crunchy, delicious cookies.

Top: What I was expecting Bottom: What I ended up with

I guess that’s okay though. Everyone else likes them. In fact Nick’s mom liked them so much that last night she was holding the container of them like she was Gollum and they were her Precious.

Now I have no excuse not to finish my Christmas presents. I haven’t even found an idea of what to make Pee-Pot. I should just finish the fin and eyes for Peanuts hat, but I don’t want to. I was reading something recently that said that the last few things to do in a crocheting project are the worst, and I completely agree. I always want to do cool projects, but once I’m about 75% done I’m all “screw this, it doesn’t need to be finished at all.”

Anyway, I guess I should go and put my nose to the grind stone (or, um, my fingers to the crochet hook?) and get this done instead of getting more distracted writing this blog.

Family picture from the parade. Corbin was too busy watching the parade to want to take a picture.

Family picture from the parade. Corbin was too busy watching the parade to want to take a picture.

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Sicks-giving

The worst thing that could happen to someone on a holiday that is centered around food happened to me.

Food poisoning.

It wasn’t just “Oh, my stomach is upset, I’m just going to rest a little bit.” It was full blown food poisoning.

It started the day before Thanksgiving. I was woken up by a gagging sound and when I check Corbin my half asleep mind thought a logical thing was that he was drinking out of his sippy cup in his sleep. I don’t know why I thought that, but I did. It wasn’t until the scared shitless crying started that I realized what happened. So I wake Nick up, we take Corbin to the kitchen (it was closer and easier to get to than the bathroom) and start to clean him up. After that we get him to calm down with some cuddling and a movie, but he doesn’t go back to sleep.

Awesome. The day starts at 5AM.

On the plus side (the few that there is in this story) I got to start another crocheted Christmas present, so now I only have to figure out one more for the kids. This one is going to be a hat, that looks like a shark, for Peanut. It’s not finished but here’s what I have so far. (Pattern here)

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Anyway, at this point I’m feeling fine. We sit around until about noon, Nick’s mom goes out and get some doughnuts for us, then we start finishing up the cleaning that needs to be done in the house. I’m scrubbing walls and doing dishes and all of a sudden I’m nauseous. Like a brick hitting my stomach, I’m fine then I’m not. So I sit down and rest and cuddle my sick little man, who got a nice long morning nap and hasn’t thrown up at all since 5AM.

Finally Nick’s mom decides it’s time to go to the store and get the last minute stuff that is needed for dinner. I offer to go and help so I get myself ready, still feeling ungodly nauseous, get Corbin ready, we get all into the car and off we go. About halfway through the store I need to rush off to the bathroom because something made me gag, I don’t remember what but I can guess some sort of body odor since we were in the middle of a packed Wal-Mart, and I don’t think that it’s just a gag. I make to the bathroom and nothing.

Okay, fine, my stomach is just upset.

About 5 minutes later we’re heading up front and I tell Nick’s mom that I need to get some fresh air and I’ll find her in a minute. I run outside, make it to the trash can, heave….and nothing. I sit down next to the trashcan and all of a sudden I’m a volcano. I learned one thing that day that makes me giggle. This is from personal experience. If you’re drunk outside of a bar and you throw up there will be 10 people around you making sure that you’re alright and that you have someone to take you home, if you’re crouched next to a trashcan outside of Wal-Mart in the middle of the day and you’re throwing up, people look at you like you’re the scum of the earth. Why they were looking at me like that, I don’t know. But that’s what happened.

Once we got home I spent the rest of the night on the couch throwing up in a bowl. At this point it honestly felt like the events of the morning were three days ago. At about midnight I woke up from my dozing and drink some more Gatoraid and bite off a corner of a cracker, only for it all to come back up about 5 minutes later. So since I wasn’t keeping liquids down we decided that it would probably be a good idea for me to go to the hospital. I get two IV’s and some nausea meds and I’m good to go…at 4 in the morning.

A few hours after we get home I wake up to the sound of a badly running Xbox and Nick’s oldest sister playing a game. Then about half an hour later a fire truck shows up with a box of Thanksgiving food for the family. Nick’s aunt had set this up and no one was expecting it to show up before 10 but they showed up half an hour early. So at this point everyone is up, I’m afraid to eat anything even though my stomach is feeling better, and we’re all waiting to get the food ready.

Honestly, most of that day went fine. I didn’t throw up at all, everyone was in a decent mood, and the turkey got in the oven at the last minute and no one had an issue with that. Fast forward to dinner and I’m looking forward to having some food in me.

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The turkey looks delicious, there was only one mishap in the kitchen with the green bean casserole and a short attention span, and dinner is on. One bite down, I’m fine. Two bites, still fine. Finished a small piece of turkey…I shouldn’t had started eating at all. I spent the rest of the night huddled on the couch with an upset stomach and a migraine.

That’s the story about my 48 hour sicks-giving. I was still sick the next day, and two days later I can’t sit or stand straight without having horrible stomach cramps. So now when people are going to ask me how my Thanksgiving was I can tell them the truth of me being a volcano of vomit, or I can just tell them that it was fine once we got the burnt onions off of the green bean casserole. I think I might go with the second option.

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It’s beginning to look a lot like…crocheted Christmas presents

So since I am jobless at least the kids in the family are getting scarves and (possibly) hats for Christmas. I’ve got one done, one about half way done, and have no idea what I’m going to be making for Nick’s sisters.

I first started on Wee Man’s (Nick’s eight year old cousin) scarf.

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It’s really about half way done, this is just a picture I took like a week ago for my Ravelry (if you don’t know what that is, it’s basically a site where you can organize your projects and find new patterns) page. I got this pattern off of Ravelry, you can find that page here:

http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/simple-argyle-scarf

Then I did Doe’s (Nick’s other cousin whose seven).

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Yes that’s me wearing it, yes it’s a little tight on me, but it was made for a seven year old and not me. I improvised this one on my own. If I had any confidence at writing out patterns I would, but I don’t, so tough luck. Basically all I did was crocheted five long strips, connected them, braided them, then connected the other sides. I did a couple extra rows of single crochet at each end, along with some button holes and buttons, so it could be secured and not unwrap or fall off.

Now I just need to figure out what to make Nick’s sisters, whom I will be referring to as Peanut and Pee-Pot (guess which one’s 15, haha). I also have to figure out hats for the other two, but I’m focusing on getting at least scarves for everyone first. I can imagine myself hurrying to finish them all up Christmas morning before everyone wakes up.

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