Tag Archives: Pittsburgh

I Hurt.

7 Feb

My heart hurts because my team lost the Superbowl (We’ll get ’em next year, boys!).

My fingers hurt because I spent too many days attached to my hook last week (which means I’ve got to take it easy on the creating things this week).

 

too much of a good thing

 

My brain hurts because Christina Aguilera doesn’t know the words to the national anthem.

 

"Boom, boom, something about rockets, right?"

 

 

My sensibilities hurt because, honestly, WHAT THE HECK was with that half-time show? No wonder the rest of the world thinks Americans are idiots…

 

If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it must be an alien-friendly halftime show! (Srsly, guys. Glow in the dark body suits? Really?)

 

My belly hurts because I ate too much delicious, delicious chili yesterday.

AAND my hometown pride hurts because apparently when your team loses the Superbowl (even though you’ve already won SIX), the appropriate thing to do is set your couch on fire. Classy, Pittsburgh.  I wish I was there to knock some sense into you.

 

Yinzers are really, REALLY good sports.

So, to recover from all of this hurting, I’m going to spend the day napping and grooming while Nina does the laundry, cleans the house, fills the prescriptions, does the mending, and preps for work this week.

 

This is what doing chores looks like.

 

 

 

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Anthem

10 Jan

No, not the Ayn Rand kind…

 

…the Laurie Berkner kind!  A client of mine back in Pittsburgh used to sing this song to me all the time (usually when he was supposed to be doing something unpleasant like washing his hands or learning to write his name), and I have since adopted it as my theme song.  Hooray for songs that grown ups *and* kids enjoy!

Listen to it for free on Rhapsody!

Here are the lyrics:

I’m not perfect, no I’m not
I’m not perfect, but I’ve got what I’ve got
I do my very best, I do my very best
I do my very best each day
But I’m not perfect
And I hope you like me that way

We’re not perfect…

You’re not perfect, not you’re not
You’re not perfect, but you’ve got what you’ve got
You do your very best, you do your very best
You do your very best each day
But you’re not perfect
And you know
I love you that way!

And here’s a link to Laurie’s website (OMG!  She’s coming to DC!  Quick!  I need to borrow somebody’s kid so I can go to the show without looking weird!)

The Last Project of the Season and some Christmas Anxiety

23 Dec

I finished my final project of the season last night… this groovy granny scarf!

I don’t think I would ever have bought this yarn – it’s acrylic with a bit of silver thread woven in, and a little too flashy for my usual tastes… I got it via freecycle and figured I might as well put it to good use (AWESOME… I also got a brand new set of bed raisers via freecycle last night… I less than three freecycle!)!

I’m thinking that if there’s one day of the year I can get away with wearing something like this, Christmas Day would be it.  Maybe I’ll go crazy & pair it with a Santa hat and an embroidered Snowman Sweater…

 

I could *totally* pull off this look, right?

Speaking of hats, I had a bit of yarn left over, which I attempted to turn into a granny triangle and which ended up looking a lot like a teeny hat for Miss Nina.  I probably should not drink wine while experimenting with granny triangles… I feel very strongly that cats SHOULD NOT EVER wear hats, but for some reason (read: the second :::ahem:::third:::ahem::: glass of pinot) I forgot that last night.

 

this is the closest Nina would get to her tiny hat. Smart kitty!

Aaaaaanyway.  Husband, Nina and I will be making the long, traffic filled trek to Pittsburgh tonight (it’s usually a 5 hour trip, but with holiday traffic it usually takes much, much, MUCH longer…), so I spent yesterday preparing myself for the holiday festivities by getting a sparkly new manicure & a last-minute head shrinking session (turns out I’m *not* the Grinch.  :::whew!:::).

 

thumbs up for Christmas Anxiety!

It’s cool that I got the same color nail polish as the 12 year old who sat next to me, right? })i({