Life
All about the ring
Oct 1st
Earlier this week, for what constituted our “weekend” on Monday and Tuesday, Snackpants decided to take me to Savannah for a little getaway. We had an awesome time wandering around the city, being tourists, and exploring many of the local pubs, of which there are a great many.
Monday night we ended up in Kevin Barry’s Pub on River Street where we found ourselves sitting at the bar with a party of drunk middle-aged guys. There were about 8 of them and we later found out that they work for a company that sells sewer pumps and had budgets due the next day so they were drinking away their worries because they were not going to hit their sales goals.
As the night wore on, one of them got slowly more and more drunk while the rest of them went home to get some sleep, and this one guy kept hitting on the waitress at the bar. Turns out she has a cop boyfriend, though he continued to pursue her anyway. In an effort to boost his morale and “help him out”, Snackpants made the following comment:
“It’s only serious if there’s a ring.”
Excuse me, what?!?
He tried to save himself after this one, but the damage had been done. That’s how you define serious, Mr. Snackpants? I can see we are going to have some problems then. Being that we live in a military town, I don’t think I would have too much trouble finding another casual boyfriend (or two) since I appear to be mistaken about the commitment level in this relationship.
When you come home to find me gone, having run off with some 19 year old recruit, remember that you dug your own grave with this one! Then you’ll recall the immortal words of the great Beyonce: “If you liked it then you should have put a ring on it.”
Dance it out for me, Ava!
**Note: I am not actually going to find another (or more) “casual” boyfriends, in case you were seriously worried. I threatened Snackpants with a post about this one so here it is.
**Edit: I know he is getting a lot of crap about this one. I also know he didn’t mean it the way it came out. Blame it on the 3 Irish Car Bombs. I do.
My new adult sippy cup
Aug 14th
I admit that I am a huge nerd, and while I was wandering aimlessly around Target today, I came across this bottle and decided I had to have it.
It’s like a spill-proof sippy cup for adults. Does it get any better than that??
Made by Thermos, it is even more awesome than I expected it to be. Of course, it’s not a water bottle. That would be discrimination against other beverages. So it’s called a “hydration” bottle. Made of double insulated stainless steel. And I am pleased to say that it really does what it claims to do.
When you push the little grey button on the lid, it snaps open to reveal a straw, which is then pinched shut when you close the lid so there is no leaking. Hence, spill-proof sippy cup. Of course I had to hold the bottle upside down to test this out, because I am that mature. And of course, it did not leak all over the place. Which was good, cause I was not in the mood to clean up that mess!
This bottle is made of pure awesome. It claims to keep cold things cold for up to 12 hours. I managed to test it for 3 hours today before I ran out of green tea, but it stayed cold the whole time. And the absolute best part was that the outside of the bottle does not feel cold, and it does not sweat! No more rings all over the place or getting your hands damp every time you want a drink. Pure. Awesome.
The only thing that would make it better is a carrying hook or strap of some kind. Though, since it does not sweat, I have zero problem putting it inside a bag with other things, so it may not need one after all.
You know the first thing I thought when I saw it today? “This would be perfect for my booze at Dragon*Con!”
I am such a nerd.
July 27th? Not this year!
Jul 27th
Though I have absolutely no authority in the matter, except in my own mind, I have decided that July 27, 2009 shall be stricken from the record books and we will just do it all over tomorrow and hope for a better day.
Except for the cold hands doctor. We shall not redo that tomorrow. 
Good night, people! For today was only a figment of your imagination…
Hi… My name is Katie…
Jul 13th
… and I am addicted to yarn!
There, I said it. Phew! This has only become a problem in recent years. More so in recent months. Something about the creation process has turned my brain to mush and all I want to do is knit beautiful things… and then give them away! I think it’s a disease, really.
Today we hitched up the wagon and rode into town (which is what I like to say when we get off our butts and make the 20 mile drive into Macon) for 3 purposes: visit the storefront side of the Snackpants place of employment, take some of his work shirts to be embroidered with the company logo, and visit the yarn store that is sadly going out of business but happily has everything 50% off. SCORE!
This is my haul:
Cost less than $40 too, which is pretty awesome if you know anything about yarn. I got a LOT of the pink one, and the purple is the same brand. I think the light pink is going to become a lovely hat for myself, the green is alpaca and I have never used it so figured what the hey! The white looking ones in the middle are actually more of an off-white with blue highlights. Should be very nice!
The problem with going to the store to buy yarn with no idea what you will make from it. I find that it causes me to buy more things than I actually need (like I actually *need* any of it!) but it also causes me to find more things to make. Or something like that.
The REAL problem is finding homes for everything I make! I just don’t need 86 knit hats and scarves and baby hats and blankets and all that.
Time to run. I think Snackpants just called me a wench so I am going to punch him in the junk. Or at least threaten to.
*Cue the arrival music*
Jul 5th
That’s right! I have finished the baby blanket! I am actually quite impressed with myself, if I do say so… myself. Which I do. Have a look:
The magnificence! The splendor! The pink baby-ness of it all! It will please me to take this to my NICU tour on Tuesday to see if I can make it a donation, along with some of the hats that I have made. It’s always nicer to have a purpose in making these things, I think.
In other news, I nearly had a freakin’ heart attack last night when someone set off a really loud fire cracker that sounded like they were trying to break down the door. I had that momentary sense of panic wash over me until I realized what it was, knew I was being ridiculous… and went back to sleep.
