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Seriously people, it’s February. This needs to stop. Just tell me who I have to sacrifice and on which altar for this to stop and I’m there.

Global warming my ass. My very frozen ass.

Bleh.

Really.

I’m not.

Maybe a little pre-occupied, but not dead.

I’ve spent most of the beginning of year making socks. I’ve lost count, but I think I’ve made somewhere around a dozen pairs so far. An intervention may be required.

But hey! Guess what you’re all getting for Christmas! At this rate, I should make my goal of knitting my way through one of my giant plastic tubs of sock yarn this year. Trust me, the tubs are big. It’s gonna take some work.

The year has also gotten off to a bit of a rocky start. This does not bode well for 2009. By the end of January I was ready to say, “UNCLE”, and just call it good. Go find a tidy cave and hibernate until 2010.

It’s all been little things, but they just seem to pile up. I’ve even been called for jury duty. The general consensus seems to be that I can just be myself and not worry about being selected for the panel. I’m fairly certain I should feel insulted by that, but I think I’ll just use it to my advantage.

Remember Satan’s Hand Puppet? AKA Gir? He’s finally been diagnosed with poly arthritis, which sounds bad, but he is expected to make a full recovery within a couple of months. Right now he’s being referred to as the ‘roid monkey. He may have a promising future in the MLB. It’s only been three days of steroids so far and the evil is already back. The cats are not thanking me for making the dog better.

I managed to get a solid dose of some sort of horrible cold/flu/plague thing a couple of weeks ago that is only now letting go of me. There was puking. It wasn’t pretty.

The Canucks looked pretty bad at the beginning of the year too. And that’s putting it mildly. They had managed to get into second to last place in the conference. Chances of going to the play-offs looked almost impossible. Luongo had replaced Fats Sundin ( thanks for that one dad, we use it all the time) as king of the douchebags for his comments about getting some “practice” games in with the team before doing the all-star game. Those three “practice” games were awful. He was a sieve. And Fats only seemed to score because he was goal sucking and waiting for someone to feed him the puck.

Tragic and painful to watch.

They seem to have turned it around. Will likely even make the playoffs.

Tomorrow is Hockey Day in Canada. Don Cherry is certain to be a giant acid burn to the retinas, let alone the eardrums. Of course, we’re still gonna watch it.

Last week was Madrona Fiber Arts Festival in Tacoma. I drove down mid-week and visited with some friends, got tattooed, got car sick, bought more spindles and fibrey stuff, and came home. It was a good time. Except for the car sick. That was not fun. Although the irony of throwing up in the bag that still had the motion sick meds in it was not lost on me.

I came home to find the monkey making a fabulous valentine’s day feast with duck breast and a side of red roses. I’ll be sure to make it home from the festival in time for V-day from here on in. It’s obviously worth my while.

That gets things mostly caught up. I’ll try to get pics of the new ink up soon. I find them highly amusing.