Post number 100

And that's it.

I'm consolidating blogs. I kept two (actually more than that but two actually get updated) and I've been pretty bad at it. I update when I feel like it.
But I read lots of blogs. I just spent most of today feeling icky and reading blogs. And I feel mildy cranky when other people don't update their blogs. But I don't update my blog very much, so who am I to talk?
Well then. I'm turning over a new somethingorother. Whatever it is when you attempt to be better at something that you've attempted at being better at before. That's it. And because I'm so so arrogant, naturally I think that the knitting people want to know about my family. And my family people are just dying to know what I get up to with all that yarn.

For the knitting people, no worries. You'll still be right here, with the tempting glass of tea on the top of the page (ha Chelle! Go fix some tea!) But now you'll be privvy to pictures of my kids, and stories like the toilet incident and new pictures of John's beard progress.

For the family people, you now get to see what I'm knitting, and how I'm spending my time when I should be taking care of the kids and the house.

I'll probably be a bit more rambly. Because it will feel like I have more free time. Less pressure to keep two blogs going. More time to play Hassee (yes I am secretly a 12 year old girl. Totally John's fault. He showed me neopets to get me to play another game that got to be too hard once you got to the level with all the water and the rocks. I prefer feeding doughnuts to cute things.)

The old blog will stay where it is, so we don't lose the archives and all. Some day I will figure out how to get it all nicely printed out so we can have it on a shelf somewhere. No worries.

Go here from now on.

Can he fix it?

It works. Just hit the play button.

Just in case you need to know...

The Wake County Courthouse does not allow addi turbo needles. Nor do they allow the long metal Susan Bates DPNs. But they don't mind if you have the very short addi DPNs.
If you wish to keep your knitting needles you can't surrender them to the desk because they will keep them. But if you are ultra sneaky you can go outside and hide them in one of the Free Real Estate Magazine boxes and hope they'll be there when you come out.

Doing a swatch for a sock is much less tedious when you are waiting your turn in line.

They won't tell you beforehand, but you need to bring letters from your insurance company saying that they paid for your car - AND you ALSO need to bring a letter from your insurance company saying that they paid for the other guy's car. If you don't have that they won't even look at you and will tell you, "Come back July 13th." (but at least I'll know a little bit more of what to expect then, right?)

Funny thing: I realized that my turn was next and I was halfway through a row. I didn't say it, but I did think, "let me finish this row." Old habits die hard.

Good thing: The knitting needles were still in the magazine box when I got out.

Have wheels, will travel

This has become highly popular. It even has trunk space.

The toilet incident.

The fact that we have a 2 year old in the house became blaringly obvious this week, when the toilet off the dining room stopped working so well. We didn't know what was down there, but we were pretty sure Niall was responsible, and we didn't want to call the landlord for it - because even though he's been so great about making needed repairs and improvements - I don't think he'd take too kindly to having to pay a plumber to get a stuck lego or something.

John took the toilet out to the front yard, with a hose and various implements.


I will admit that I was a little shocked (and worried) to see him carrying our uprooted toilet through the house. You are not a plumber John! Is what I was thinking. So I took pictures, and eventually got into the act with a knife and a couple of long knitting needles.

The hose was involved. And the kids were on the porch watching on. And finally! Success! The whole problem was a little bottle of Aveeno shower gell. A sample size that Amelia had given us on a visit to Windmill Hill and I'd never gotten around to using.

Sheesh! But it's fixed. And back where it's supposed to be. And John did discover that the reason it wobbles is this cracked part, which would be the responsibility of a plumber - and the landlord. Yep. We'll be letting them do that.

And of course, you can't have a toilet in your yard
without taking a picture of someone sitting on it.

Hancho

John has always wondered what he'd look like with facial hair.
The guy he works with (Rick) managed to grow a beard, and he told John that his hair growing abilities were about the same as what John has been able to manage.
Sooo...
John is no longer shaving. Just to see.
He'll shave when he gets another job interview, so it's kind of like he's a baseball player or something.
I told him I don't mind,

As long as I can say, "Your stash is mighty hancho," as much as I want.

Yaaaah. Hancho.

Sometimes, it's all you can do.

I left the leftovers out all night.
I had the whole day to mourn them.
And I came up with this.
Broccoli, hotdogs, and toast. Wee!