Knitting Kneedles

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Stupid question?

I'm knitting these cute little baby sweaters from Simple Knits for Cherished Babies. It's the Chunky Knit Cardigan. I'm working on the right front. It says to purl 2 stitches together through the back loop. I've never seen this, and I'm not sure how to do it. I went to www.knittinghelp.com which is always so helpful for me, but I just couldn't figure this one out. Anyone know how to help me with it?

Thanks a ton!!

Friday, January 27, 2006

Chemo caps

So as I'm driving to work this morning, I'm listening to my favorite radio station, and they are doing a fund rasier for Huntsman Cancer Institute. People call in, make donations, they take the info and send the money to HCI. While I don't really have the funds right now, I do want to do something, so I've decided that after my Olympic/Dulaan challenge, I'm going to give myself a new challenge of trying to get together -X- amount of chemo caps to donate. This is where I need to enlist the help of anyone who'd like to help me out :) I'd like to be able to have a certain amount of hats, either knitted, sewn, crocheted, loomed, whatever, by the end of June, to donate. But first I wanted to see if anyone wants to help, and if so, how many hats/caps would you as an individual be willing to donate? Do have you any friends that might want to help out? Am I just being ridiculous? :)

Anyway, let me know if anyone wants to help me on my quest here, I'd love all I can get!

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Yuck

I had this post about how my day is going and all the details, but when it all sums up mostly I just want to say this day just really sucks.

Knitting Olympics

I wasn't planning to join up with the rest of those in the 2006 Knitting Olympics but upon reading Isela's blog this morning, I have decided to join in her quest to be there for other people and work on the Dulaan Project (which for some reason I can't link to) for my Olympic Challenge. While Isela has chosen to do 16 items to loom or needle knit, I have chosen to do 10. The challenge in this for me is actually finishing 10 items in 16 days. I'm an INCREDIBLY slow knitter and the thought of this actually makes me wonder if I can really do it. So that's how I know it's a fitting challenge. If it turns out that I complete my 10 items before the deadline, I will just continue on and make more.

Thanks Isela for the great idea!

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

I had another ultrasound today. I'm in this study called PROMISSE that one of the docs in our office is doing. I can't remember what they are looking for, something I think to do with preterm labor. I'm one of the "healthy controls" meaning they really aren't worried about me but want to compare my stuff with the "unhealthy controls" or whatever they lable those gals as. In this study I get to have 3 ultrasounds at their cost (WOO HOO!) and lots of blood draws (no WOO HOO there though). So today, I had my 2nd ultrasound with that, and let's just say, Matthew is definitely not a modest little guy LOL! She put the doppler on my tummy and my friend Donna said "Oh, what's that?" The sonographer said "Well, that's the baby's butt, and it's definitely still a boy." My first question was "How magnified is that!?!?!" She told me it was close to actual size. Not that the baby was hung like a horse (sorry for the crassness there) or anything, but I was surprised that it was so much bigger this time than last time LOL. Clearly I have no experience with boys, so I think that played in there as well. All went well, and it looks like there is no concern anymore for a Placent Accreta anymore. The last 2 ultrasounds I had, there was some concern about this, which really freaked me out because of the thought of being put under general anesthesia. For some reason having a hysterectomy, possible blood transfusions, bladder repair, other girl parts repaired, etc didn't bother me one iota. But putting me under? Ay ay ay! I'll pass on that thankyouverymuch. I have another ultrasound in 2 weeks and that should hopefully confirm that they don't need to worry about that anymore, and I'll rest assured knowing I most likely won't be unconsious for the delivery.

On the knitting front, I've changed my mind about how to finish off the hat. I think I'm just going to seam the top closed and put tassles on the corners. The thought of making an icord with sock yarn just wasn't all that appealing to me. It would take me 9238769234 gabillion years, I just know it.

Anyone else here an American Idol fan? I watched it last night and was just appalled at some of the people auditioning. What makes these people think they can sing? Even more, why do parents and grandparents encourage those who can't sing to do something like that? I guess that's easier than saying "Son/daughter, you really have a lousy voice and should just hide out for the rest of your life." :) Not that *I* would say that, but I couldn't be dishonest with my kid if I thought they weren't very good at something. Encourage them to keep at it if they loved it, sure, but set them up for total humiliation? I just couldn't do that.
And the one girl... I can't remember her name, but she was just awful, and she wore more make up on her face than I wear in an entire year. And they showed her putting on more as she was getting ready to audition. Then she came out and wasn't even paying attention to Simon asking her questions about her tan, and she went on about her name and her song. THREE TIMES! Then they brought her mom out and oi! Like mother like daughter... interesting outfits, that's all I kept thinking.

So I'm done being critical of the show for now. We'll see how tonight's episode goes :) I'm glad it's a new season, I love this show :)

****EDIT****
Apparently all the links I have found don't help, in regards to that placenta accreta information. What it is is when your placenta, instead of just attaching to the uterus, basically grows into it. There are three different levels, each one being more severe than the other. It can even go past the uterus and into the bladder. Most often lots of blood is lost, because you cannot just manually remove the placenta by taking it out in this situation, or the mother might bleed profusely, or to death. Transfusions are often necessary, and quite often, a hysterectomy is necessary to save the mother's life. The baby isn't in harms way because he/she still gets what he/she needs from the placenta, it's still giving off the right stuff for the babe. And it's only a problem at delivery, as far as I know.
And when it grows through like the bladder, vaginal walls, etc, then it becomes necessary for a gyn-oncologist to come in and help repair things, assisting the OB who is doing the c-section. Oh yeah, and a c-section is necessary as well, in these situations. What causes an accreta to occur? When a woman has scar tissue on her uterus, that's where the placenta might attach and just keep growing through that tissue, rather than just minding it's own business and staying put where it's planted, so to speak. If you have no scar tissue on your uterus, you're in the clear. Having had 2 c-sections in the past put me into that category, and because of the way the placenta was so close to my bladder, they were a little concerned about it. Not much, just a little. I, of course, freaked out, for no good reason so far though, thank goodness. Anyway, that's my shpiel on placental issues for today. Sorry if that was boring for any of ya'll. :)

Monday, January 16, 2006

So last night, after getting bored working on only one project at a time (it truly did last from Jan 1 to Jan 15...that's a record for me LOL) I broke down and started a hat for my baby, Matthew. I got the great idea to use sock yarn for it. Looking back, I think I should have chosen something else, but my goal this year is to finish every project I start, regardless of how tedious it might be to knit a baby hat with sock yarn on size 2 needles. LOL Anyway, I realize that a hat is a nothing project, but I've never made one without having used a pattern before. I figured that since hats are easier for me, it would be a good way to start making up my own things. So I'm using this yarn called Fortissima Colori in a two color blue colorway. It's a dark blue, and a little lighter of a blue. I thought it would stripe, but instead it's looking really cool, with the colors staying all together, so it's a two toned looking hat. I got to thinking about when I have to start decreasing at the top, and came to the realization that it's possible that I could lose that two toned color that is going on right now, and it might start striping or blobbing. So I thought, what if I just knit it as a small tube, with no decreases, then do an i-cord and weave it through about three inches from the top of the hat, and then tie it and bunch the top up? I realize others have done this, I'm sure, but I'm thinking this up on my own, and am very proud of myself :)

Tell me if you think that would work?

Here's what it looks like so far:

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

I've been tagged :)

Karen has tagged me with a fun little meme :)

4 Jobs You Have Had In Your Life:


Cherry sorter in a fruit shed
Swing manager at McDonald's
Nanny
Admin Assitant for OBGYN docs

4 movies you could watch over and over

The Changelling
Fast and the Furious
Home Fries
ET


4 Places You Have Lived:

Tujunga, California
Wenatchee, Washington
Moses Lake, Washington
Salt Lake City, Utah

4 TV Shows You Love To Watch:

House, M.D.
Bones
Little House On The Prairie
American Idol (that starts Tuesday! WOO HOO!!!!)

4 Places You Have Been On Vacation:

Los Angeles, California
Halsey, Oregon
Seattle, Washington
Las Vegas, Nevada

4 Websites You Visit Daily:

www.cnn.com
www.sltrib.com
www.babycenter.com
www.livejournal.com

4 Of Your Favorite Foods:

Chocolate
Any fruit
Mashed Potatoes
Enchiladas

4 Places You Would Rather Be Right Now:

Disneyland
Hawaii
The Black Sheep Wool Co :)
Sleeping

4 Bloggers You Are Tagging:

Isela
Valerie
Miriam
I'm only doing 3.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

It's been pointed out that I haven't blogged in a few days *grin* Nothing exciting has been going on. I've been knitting socks. I found a link for instructions on knitting 2 socks on 2 circs, so I'm giving that a shot, and rather enjoying it. I did keep messing up at first, so I decided to use just some cotton ease to start out with until I get it all figured out. That way I'm not knitting/frogging over and over and shredding my nice yarn.

I've discovered that my children's feet grow faster than weeds. We had to buy new shoes today, and apparently I missed a whole size for poor Jessie. She was a size 10 when we measured her this past summer. Now she's a 12. The sales lady measured her at an 11, so we tried on the 11 1/2, and Jessie said they hurt her feet and were too tight. So much for the lady measuring. She got some cute little black loafers that have a little chain on the front with hello kitty charms. Niff got some fake uggs that are pink and have those little lights that blink when you walk. I wanted to get boots for Jessie too, but PayLess didn't have any, so I figured it would have to wait until next pay day. I got new shoes too :) They are Airwalk Clogs and really comfy. Please note, the only picture I could find online was in a toddler's size. I got a women's size :) I've decided they are the perfect pregnant shoe for me, since I get so hot, and am always wanting to kick my shoes off. And they have the little airholes in them at the top, so I won't get such sweaty feet. And they are squishy, like foam, so I have all that comfort when I walk.

So you see, there's nothing exciting going on in my life lately. Just the humdrum moldings of everyday life. :)

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Irritation with photohosting

So I had a picture for you all of my most recent FO. It's a cute pair of socks, from Mim's baby sock pattern. For some reason, the photo hosting site I use, photobucket.com, isn't resizing them correctly like I'm commanding it to. It turns out smaller than a dime size so you can't see it, or so large that my blog doesn't republish with my sidebar links available. It's so irritating. Is there anyway I can just create my own tags rather than use a photo hosting site? Anyone know how I can do that to just link the pictures in on my own? Or am I lost and S.O.L.?

Sunday, January 01, 2006

I am reading a book right now that's really hitting home with me. It's called "A Million Little Pieces" written by James Frey. Mr. Frey wrote this book about himself. The reason that it hits me so close is that it helps me see a lot of what my own father went through with his own addictions. In this book, James is 23 years old, addicted to alcohol and crack. He's been drinking since he was 10 years old. Hard to believe, I know, but it's true. One night, he woke up and found himself on an airplane, and had no idea how he got there, or where the plane was going. His face was bleeding, he smelled of body fluids, and was a disgrace to himself basically. He asked the flight attnedant where the plane was going, and it was going to Chicago. Apparently his parents were there to meet him, unbeknownst to him. Two people and a doctor had dropped him off at the airport and a friend had called his parents letting them know he needed serious help. They take him to a treatment facility in Chicago and the things that James is going through are incredibly awful. He realizes that he's done all of these things to himself, he doesn't seem to be blaming anyone but himself, but oh how he struggles with detoxification.

My own father struggled with one of the same things as James Frey. I don't know at what age he started to drink, but my entire life, until I was 16, he'd always been a drinker. Most nights, I seem to remember him drinking to the point of passing out on the couch or the floor or whereever he happened to be at the time. We just sort of got used to it. There were times when he'd go to a rehab center to try and quit. Sometimes worked longer than others. There was one center in Washington state, which is where I grew up, that had the best recovery rate in the state, and he went there. To no avail. It was the last center he went to. I think I was 14 or 15 or so at that time. He tried AA meetings, support groups of other types, religion, counsling, etc. He knew he had the problem, and I believe that he really wanted to get rid of it. But sometimes what you want and what you can fight off are no match for each other. One always wins. Sometimes it's not the one we want. Sometimes it is. My dad was awesome. He was great when he was sober, and even when he was drunk, he was still my dad. He never hit us (unless it was a well deserved spanking, and I only remember 1 or 2 of those really) and he did not verbally abuse us or molest us or anything like that. I think he drank to get "rid of himself" so to speak. So that he didn't feel, the same way James does in this book. There were times when my dad had consumed so much alcohol, and his body was so resistant to certain amounts I guess that once or twice when he was in the hospital (for breaking an arm after stumbling and falling or something) that the doctors were literally shocked that he was alive, that the amount of alcohol in his body was beyond that of someone who should still be alive. I guess that's what years of drinking can do to a person.

The last time I saw my dad was when I was 16. He had been sober for about 3 weeks. He was driving me to my aunt's house in a nearby city and I was going to stay with her for the summer and work where she did to make some money for myself. Things were great, and had been for those three weeks. He dropped me off, I told him good bye, I can't remember if I told him I loved him, but I'd like to think I did. Two or three weeks later, my aunt and I were getting ready for work. The phone rang, and my aunt NEVER answers the phone in the morning, as she has her time all perfectly planned out, and phone calls didn't fit into the schedule. But for some reason that morning, she answered the phone. She sent me to work with the nieghbor (work was just across the street at the apple/cherry shed where we'd sort the icky ones from the good ones, weigh them, pack them, etc...crappy job, but good money for a 16 year old kid). I figured that it was something to do with her daughter, who had just had a baby about 2 days before. Then, an hour or so after we were working, the supervisor approached me and said someone was coming to pick me up to take me to the hospital. I asked if the baby was ok, and I'm sure she thought I was nuts. She said 'Maybe your aunt just needs some emotional support.' So I waited for my ride, thinking it would be my cousin's fiance Carlos. It wasn't. It was an old family friend. I questioned him endlessly about the baby, still convinced that it was Miranda (the baby) who was at the hospital with problems. He was quiet most of the drive and said we'd just have to find out, he didn't know what was going on. We got to the hospital and there was his wife, who grabbed my hand and held it tight. It was then that I knew it wasn't anything to do with Miranda. I asked what was going on and she said my mom would tell me. What? My mom's here? Then my mom came around the corner, and told me that my dad was there, that he had tried to commit suicide and it didn't look very good. My dad had tried more than once, twice, three times to commit suicide, so I was shocked that they'd actually taken him to the city where I was, which had a larger hospital than the one we actually lived in at the time. I remember hoping that they didn't airlift him there because my dad didn't like to fly. Later I found out they didn't, they took him there via ambulance. Apparently, right after my dad dropped me off, he went on a drinking binge that lasted from then until he wound up in jail. He ended up getting in a huge fight with my mom, of which I don't know the details, and really don't want to at this point. My mom took my little sister and went to a hotel to stay at, had a restraining order against him placed, then later for some reason or other had it lifted. The proper paperwork wasn't done in having the RO lifted, and the police were called over an argument my dad had with a neighbor. They arrested him thinking the RO was still in place, and in their custody he attempted to take his life. He had a splint on his arm wrapped with an ace bandage, and he used the bandage to try and hang himself. They saw him on the monitor, then took the bandage away. They didn't put him on a suicide watch, just left him. Sometime later, they saw him on a monitor again, and he had attempted again, with the collar of his shirt and the waisteband of his undergarments. He was successful in that attempt, had been without oxygen to his brain for several minutes and they revived him to a comatose state, then transported him to the hospital where I had met with my mom and everyone else in the world, or so it seemed. He never awoke from the coma, he was in it for about 30 hours I think. My mom and everyone else kept asking me if I wanted to go into his room and see him, say anything to him. I never did. I have no regrets in not going in to see him. The last time I saw my dad, things were great and he was sober and happy, we all were happy. That's the last memory I wanted of my dad. Not him hooked up to every machine around to live for him. He had no brain activity, a machine was breathing for him, and his lungs were filling with fluid. Death was setting in even before it completely took over. I had no desire to change my memory of him. My sister, bless her heart, needed to say good bye. I am so glad I didn't witness that. She was only 8 at the time, and dad was her best friend in the entire world. I know that it was hard on my mom to take her in there to say goodbye to her daddy, who it seemed like she was just barely getting to know.

So anyway, back to this book. I think I am understanding a little more about my dad. Not in anyway excusing his behavior, but maybe getting an understanding of why people with addictions such as these do what they do. And how sick they really are, and how these things can eventually turn them into something that makes them not want to live, not have the will to live. I now have somewhat of an idea of what my dad went through during his times at the treatment centers he was at. I know that those people in those centers truly cared about my dad. That they sincerely wanted to help him and see him still alive today. I will never forget his AA friends at his funeral saying the Serenity prayer, and showing that they loved my dad and cared for him profusely.

I'm sorry for going on about this, I hope no one minds. I guess this book just really brought out a lot of emotions I thought were hidden inside. I am greatful, ever so greatful, to have been able to know my dad for the 16 years that I did. I learned a lot from him. I miss him a lot, and I really wish that my own children had the chance to know him besides me just talking about him.