I suppose I should come up with a witty title but sadly I’m not Dorothy Parker. Anyway this week was alright. HWKDD was around more which I very much liked. Weds was the knitting coven always a good time and thursday we had a dying party. Yarn dying that is. My creations can be viewed over on the knitting blog. I’m not displeased with the results but I definitely need to learn more about the science behind it, I also need to invest in some better dyes. But anyway on to other things. Steve came up this weekend so we had a good time just hanging out and watching some stuff I’d tivo’d. Some shows just demand more than one to watch. We watched “Red Dawn” which had a lot of Soviet nostalgia and some documentaries on the space race. Since geek thy name is zyllah. Saturday though the best part was hanging out most of the day online with HWKDD. Yes I was a bad friend. But it was more important to me to be with him and well steve had his laptop. Later we went to see the illusionist with the liverboys. Much fun was had by all. So that was the weekend. But today I missed talking to HWKDD. I was so hoping he’d be around again but my luck was not with me today. I was just thinking how strange it is that the more we talk online the more I miss him. I don’t mean to sound all sappy but I can’t help it I just miss him so much.

I couldn’t let the day pass without some reflections on what this day meant to me and my evolution as a person. For some reason it sounds like a freaking school essay. You know I was rather complacent when it happened. I was dealing with a whole lot of stuff and this just shocked me out of my complacency. I first heard about talking on the phone to Cami and when she told me a plane flew into the towers I at first thought she meant a little Cessna or something. It was only after I saw the second tower fall that it really hit me.  I remember after it for days all HWKDD and I did was watch the news. I knew then that he would reenlist. I had said for a while WWIII/IV would start in the middle east but I was mostly just talking about my ass in that coffee house discussing everything way. So if those assholes hadn’t felt the need to murder 3000+ people then today I would not be anxiously waiting for my fantastic husband to come home from the sandbox. Perhaps I’m being totally self-absorbed and such but anyone who knows me knows that is not the case. I fully support the war against islamo-fascists. I just find myself overwhelmed with concern for HWKDD. I guess I just wish it wasn’t necessary. I just wish they could have a live and let live attitude and yet I know its not possible, its not that they hate us because of Israel so much as they hate life. Or rather the things I think of as life. And I hate to think of all the women being oppressed over there. Maybe I’m just being an asshole pushing my values on them but I find it hard to believe that anyone wants to live in a society where they execute women who defend themselves from rapists. Or anyplace where honor killings are accepted and culturally necessary.

I am such a terrible blogger. I only post once a week at best. I should post more its not like I couldn’t but for some reason I just don’t. Anyway last week was sort of disgustingly taken up with getting caught up from my trip. I actually was really freaking busy last week. I had a few wee adventures though. One thing that was very nice was I heard from HWKDD a couple of times. It’s getting much closer to when he’ll be coming home. So I am getting all a twitter about that. Anyway Weds I went to my SNB it was fun and my scarf was much admired. It’s hard not to admire it though. Thursday since I got very much in a tizzy over what to wear with my dress when I pick up HWKDD I went to Nashville to hunt for matching yarn. Go see my knitting blog for a full account of those adventures lest I bore you too much. While I was gone on Thursday the parts for my new incarnation of Ishtahar (my desktop) arrived. I ended up getting an AMD Athlon 64 3700 and a motherboard that had some weird XGP slot. It was an attempt to stave off the horror of having to plunk down for a new video card. This adventure made me semi-convinced that God had decided that I was target #1 (I’m KIDDING) So anyway Friday I clean out the old case…and get to work. It’s going along swimmingly until I realize that my existing power supply will not work. Different size connectors. So I hunt around online only to be almost 100% positive I can’t find what I want locally. But I had a couple of hours to kill until I could reasonably head over to my friend Arra’s for beer and pizza (I had neither but I did have a glass of wine. Circuit city did actually have the power supply I wanted so I picked that up. Then I went to Arras for entertainment and we watched “Kinky Boots” a brit film about a shoe company who makes a niche market for itself making and selling stiletto’s to drag queens. I liked enough that I didn’t want my 2 hours back. After that I came home and went back to work. The PS kicks so much ass. It has a mesh condom like sheath over the cables and a modular system so its much easier to keep clean and since its modular its a much smaller nest of nastiness. This was when problem #2 reared its ugly little head. The mobo and my case have different ideas of how to turn on. The case uses an electrical something or other while the board likes to be physically pushed in. I doubted I could find a case locally so I’m holding off until I next go to Nashville. But then in the midst of my cursing and sorrow my video card did work. So all and all not a total disaster. I’m really liking the new box. Its fast as hell. I imagine with more ram and a new vid card it will be superfanfreakingtastic. Saturday was less than exciting with house cleaning since I did none Thursday and Friday. But it had to be done. The office is still torn apart but I am going to repack all our boxes and list what’s in them anyway so we can you know find stuff. It’s time for me to do the reorganization I’d been planning on since HWKDD left. I also need to somehow create space for all the stuff he’ll be sending home. I don’t know why but it seems like we have less and less space. That’s probably most certainly my fault. On the diet/exercise front..well I’m now down 17 lbs since august something or other. Not too shabby. Another 20 to go I think. I also worked out on Saturday with this new system and oh my god I am still sore. I’ve been reading Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell. I can’t quite decide if I like it. Its a bit slow. On the other hand its fairly entertaining. I just don’t find myself compelled to read more than 20 minutes of it before I fall asleep at night. That’s usually not a good sign. Today I have big plans of starting work on the office and I have to go out and run some errands. Also my front flower beds are looking disgraceful so I need to weed those once the sun starts going down. I also have to cast on for my next two knitting projects. Project 1 is socks but that’s a perpetual thing and Project 2 is my thing to go with my dress. Anyway off to laboring I go…

Current Mood: Happy

Yes I missed a Sunday. I was at my mom’s house and while I do bring my laptop and she has a faster than dialup collection I just wasn’t in the mood. Anyway, the trip was fun. I did less socially than I normally do but that’s alright. Went out a couple of times with my friend Don. He’s always entertaining. Saw my family. Everyone thought I looked good. I tried to spend a fair amount of time with my grandparents. As usual I saw more of my grandmother than grandfather but we did take him out to eat. It was so hard seeing him so frail, for the first time he seemed old to me. He’s never seemed old, sure he’s 88 but he just retired last year. I also never realized quite how much I learned from him. I really admire his belief in himself. It’s refreshing. Friday we had my grandmother over for lunch. She’s unique. I’m a lot like her I think. Which scares me because I hope to god I am not that dictatorial and germanic. But we do share many interests and I think we are both internally rather than externally motivated.  She’s just funny. I mean I know my dad and his side aren’t that fond of her but she really is funny. How many people can boast that their grandma did belly dancing and took yoga in the 60′s.  There is even a picture somewhere of me in parts of her old costume. I remember she also made me an I dream of Jeannie Costume when I was a kid. It’s so sad that I’m not sure how much longer she’ll be herself. Physically she’s in incredible shape and she looks at least 15 yrs younger than she actually is. Her plastic surgeon is a a genius especially since she had that done at least 25 yrs ago.  But I don’t know how much longer she’ll even know who I am. I mean I doubt it will be in the next month or anything but it is coming. It just makes me so sad. On the what work did I do at my mom’s I got her blinds done which has to be the most gawdawfulthankless task. It’s not so bad if you do them regularly but…well let me explain it by stating she’s very short and they are really heavy and she can’t lift them hence its been a while. We also got her new rug in the living room and it looks amazing. Her cat went to visit my grandma so it was amazingly free of feline drama for once. So when we went to get the chicken salad at straubs I found out they carried Kobe Beef. So I ended up trying a burger made from it. It is heart attack on a plate good. I wouldn’t want it all the time but as an extra special treat… my god. I am totally going to get some before HWKDD comes home since he loves burgers. I did get to talk to him one day for several hours which rocked. I miss him so much. But we’re in the home stretch. I did find the perfect dress but I’m not sure how dressed up people are going to get to get them. But assuming I won’t be the only one in party clothes, its perfect. It fits gorgeously. It’s exactly my color and style. And I know he’ll like it since it has that sultry retro look to it. It makes me look and feel like the bad girl in a film noir flick. Oh well if I can’t wear it there, I’ll wear it when we go out for a nice dinner. I’ll have to do some research and find a good place down in nashville. It’s kind of funny how things don’t change. I’ve always kinda liked the same clothes. I mean even back when I was a little preppie catholic school girl I loved skirts and velvet and rich dark colors. I was also blessed with the fact that those are the only real colors that look good on me. I look terrible in light colors. They make me look like a corpse. I so want to show off the dress but I want it to be a surprise. Today was pretty nice. I did the errands I needed to and I unpacked from my trip. I also tried to go to jazz on the lawn and we got all set up and had cracked open the wine and then it started to rain. So I came home and had made plans to see a friend in a couple of hours but I fell asleep. I am such a lightweight. So that’s why I’ll wide awake and spritely at 5 am. Assuming I can find a copy of office in my office I think I’m going to update my knitting stash excel chart. Oh boy do I know how to have a good time or what? Or perhaps I should say fuck it and just relax and knit and watch some movies. I do deserve a day off I think.