Kits Knits

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kitsknits — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 22:40:44 +0000

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Austin Beagle Brigade and 80th Kite Festival

kitsknits — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 03:49:54 +0000

After spending a week home with the flu, and barely leaving my house, I decided that I was going to take Lazlo to the Beagle Brigade meet-up at a park downtown. This was the first time I went, and I was worried how Lazlo would behave. Would he behave well with other dogs or would be a problem beagle? He officailly recieved a plays well with others award from me. Even tho they look vicious, they were actually very gentle, and had A LOT of fun. I think there were about 30 beagles there, and a puggle. Lazlo had fun playing with Ace.

Sunday, I took the boys to the 80th Kite Festival. I remember going once when I was a kid, and I wanted to make sure they got to go, too. It was a good memory because my grandparents suprised me with a trip into town. The weather was beautiful, even if the clouds looked stormy. The rain held off, and there was quite a breeze. The kites were flying. It was nice hearing them flap in the breeze.

How I feel.

kitsknits — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 04:30:35 +0000

Grey Street

Dave Matthews …

Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out on to Grey Street

She thinks, “Hey,
How did I come to this?
I dream myself a thousand times around the world,
But I can’t get out of this place”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

How she wishes it was different
She prays to God most every night
And though she swears it doesn’t listen
There’s still a hope in her it might

She says, “I pray
But they fall on deaf ears,
Am I supposed to take it on myself?
To get out of this place”

There’s loneliness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It feels like cold blue ice in her heart
When all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart

There’s a stranger speaks outside her door
Says take what you can from your dreams
Make them as real as anything
It’d take the work out of the courage

But she says, “Please
There’s a crazy man that’s creeping outside my door,
I live on the corner of Grey Street and the end of the world”

There’s an emptiness inside her
And she’d do anything to fill it in
And though it’s red blood bleeding from her now
It’s more like cold blue ice in her heart
She feels like kicking out all the windows
And setting fire to this life
She could change everything about her using colors bold and bright
But all the colors mix together – to grey
And it breaks her heart
It breaks her heart
To grey

The best thing about this writers strike…

kitsknits — Mon, 14 Jan 2008 03:54:48 +0000

The golden globes lasted an hour only!

And a new season of Big Brother 9 in FEB. Sweet.

Pictures of old FO’s and my new chevon scarf

kitsknits — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 05:24:15 +0000

The chevron is being made with some of the yarn from the wool girl sock club. I’m glad they are working together. Also, my noro striped scarf, and my jaywalkers which didn’t photograph well. And a cute picure of Lazlo.

Zilker Tree

kitsknits — Mon, 24 Dec 2007 04:44:12 +0000

I love the trail of lights in Austin, and how they end up at the Zilker Tree. This year, the boys and I opted for dinner at Shady Grove, and then just going up to the tree. There were too many people there. Lesson learned, do not go on the last night to see the tree. The people where everywhere, and you couldn’t see anything on the sides of the trail. Here are some pics.

Since I can’t watch new episodes of the Big Bang Theory

kitsknits — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 06:50:44 +0000

I am offering this up for entertainment until the strike is over!

http://www.vimeo.com/user315352/videos

I feel Texas.

kitsknits — Sat, 22 Dec 2007 01:18:04 +0000

There is something about driving a truck that makes me feel like Texas. So much so, that sometimes, I want to roll down the window and yell, “YeeeHaw” as I’m going down the street. Somehow it makes me feel like I’m fitting in with the “in”crowd. It doesn’t matter that my truck in a 93 Ford Ranger, and not a 07 Ford F250 diesel tank like the neighbors. We have something in common. We drive trucks, and we are Texas.

Realizations, Christmas, and knitting

kitsknits — Tue, 18 Dec 2007 02:33:39 +0000

I have to realize that I need to stop judging myself by what others do, and what others get accomplished. I say this because sometimes the smallest things are the biggest challenges for me, and when I over come them, that is an accomplishment, and I am moving forward. I am doing harder things, and while they consume so much of me to get done, I am still doing them. I haven’t completely come to stop like I have before. I can only do what I can do, and no more. It’s so easy for me to accept that in other people, to be encouraging ( I hope ), that maybe I need to be more forgiving with myself.

Totally different subject…. Last night, we had our Christmas in the park, and our Troop helped with the fire. Santa even came, and they had carrollers. Aren’t their costumes great. It was cold, and a wonderful evening. The oldest took a picture with Santa, but I’m not allowed to share that he says. :

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I’ve got new bedroom furniture. Plus, I have one fetching done, and one arm attatched to the baby sweater I am working on. Plus some of my stash.

The differences in the boys

kitsknits — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 04:06:49 +0000

I know the quality has a lot to be desired…. but

While one child does this….

The other does this….