Note: Some may wish to skip to the photos. Okay, it wasn't a great night for the Green & Gold -- or for Brett Favre -- so let's look at the bright side. The Packers are 10-2. Their only loss is no longer the only game I attended, so perhaps it wasn't *me* after all. I did wear a Packer sweatshirt and my "lucky" socks to work yesterday (I've never done that before)... and they lost... but playing on a "work day" is something new, too. (I may sound nuts, I may be nuts, but I am not the only person to think this way.) How about Aaron Rodgers? Huh?? I think he'll do! (And cute to boot -- but not that awful photo they used on TV!)
I had class last night and made it home just in time for kick-off. On the way, I listened to Larry McCarren and Wayne Larrivee do the radio pre-game. Wayne had to do an ad for a sponsor: Don't have tickets to the game? That's okay, you've got the best seats in the house with Time-Warner Cable. After which there was a very long pause and then he says, That was a very pregnant pause. And I just burst out laughing, all by myself. Yeah, right, best seat my pregnant butt. (Relax, it's just a figure of speech; I am so definitely NOT pregnant.) This is not to say that the situation with these games is all cable's fault -- it's not (though I think their argument is lame -- I don't watch MANY of the channels that they "provide" in their basic service -- there has to be a better way -- would that be satellite?). The NFL Network is... well, is there really even a need for an NFL Network? It doesn't really matter. It is what it is. They need to come to an agreement. /sportstalk
KNITTING! I unpinned and rolled up a Striped Noro Scarf last night. The picture was taken this morning in less than ideal conditions, but I do love those Reveal bulbs -- the color is pretty close! I will try to get a modelled photo this weekend -- maybe with some of the "up to seven inches" of snow that's in the forecast.
Before the game got too nerve-wracking, I worked on this sweet little bean -- another Oddfellow in the making for someone special. Fresh off the needles, awaiting arms and legs, he's sporting the last of the safety eyes in my arsenal. I can't imagine that I'll never make another, so I'll have to put "eyes" on my list. In fact, I think I'll start one, in the usual spot for lists at our house, and put "eyes" right at the top. Let's see what happens.
These little guys knit up so quick and I have a lot of fun customizing them -- they're all "clothed" in two-color stripes, but each one is a little bit different. Anyway, you'll see this one again before long, when he's an FO with limbs!
This is the last of the NaBloPoMo posts! I need PoNoMo!! But, of course, I will BloMo, I just don't have to do it everyday... at least not 'til next November! It's been fun. I thought I'd be more organized, but it's been mostly by the seat of my pants, which is exactly the way I usually blog. I have had a post in mind since before Rhinebeck that I thought I'd finally get down this month; "How Blogging Changed My Life" or "What Blogging Means to Me" or "Geez, I Love You Guys" or some such possibly sentimental nonsense. You'd think I'd have been searching the recesses of my mind for blog fodder this month -- maybe even for fodder about blogging -- but, alas, it's still neither written nor posted.
I regret that I haven't had time to check out and keep up with more of the NaBloPoMo participants this year, but I'm just a bit busier. You may have read about the MoFos -- Margene, Norma, Sandy, Anne, Teresa, and me -- I've been keeping up with those girls, mostly, and with Celia, which isn't anything new except that some of those people have not had the regularity of frequent posting lately.
The biggest thing to come from NaBloPoMo and the MoFos, though, is that I'm exercising. I was up early again this morning -- for the SEVENTH day in a row (I still can't believe I decided to start on a Saturday) -- getting in a little workout to start my day. I am taking advantage of ExerciseTV On Demand, starting slow and easy (mainly with short yoga/pilates stretches and core routines), because nothing will make me quit faster than overdoing it, and even after only seven days I feel better and stronger, and more aware. The results aren't yet obvious to the naked, untrained eye (and it'll probably be a long while), but it's obvious to me that things are changing.
The early-morning commitment pretty much sets the tone for the day. I feel that if I do anything "bad" it will negate the 5 a.m. wake-up call, which is no small feat. I haven't had a candy bar from the bowl at work in a week. I have peered, longingly, into the bowl; I have wondered just how bad a Mini Twix could be... or a 3Musketeers or Baby Ruth (peanuts = protein) or a yummy Milky Way Dark (dark chocolate is good for you, right?). So far (this week), I've been successful at turning my back on that slippery chocolate slope -- sometimes smooth with caramel, fluffy with nougat, bumpy with nuts -- I know I can't eat just one. Tuesday knit nights will be my treat/reward for stick-to-it-iveness.
So, blahblahblahblahblah. Why I am so wordy today is kind of a mystery. It's not like I'll never be back. Sheesh. Thanks for hanging in there all month, and especially today! Have a great weekend.