Friday, June 21, 2013

Messaging Between Me and a Newishly Old Friend

Ciara, Lauren and I had a previous conversation about gifts and I told her I give everyone yarn. (I would too, if it meant it would be regifted back to me!) I guess we never got to the explanation and Lauren didn't realize knitting is my thing.

Lauren: Hey upcoming birthday girl!! What are your favorite color combinations? Or what colors do you find you wear a lot? Reds, oranges, blues, greens, pinks, blacks... Throw me a bone or you will be getting yarn for your birthday!

Me: Oh Lauren, if you only knew...
I am sooo addicted to the show Hoarders. The one I just watched had a daughter who wanted to throw away 10 boxes of yarn and her mother told her that if she did - they were through. Sadly, I'm siding with the mother on this one. Even after I saw the dead mice in the yarn stash, I side with the mother. Lord help me.
I'm a knitter to the core. I currently have 8 projects on needles right now. I know that if it ever becomes necessary to hide yarn purchases from Alan, one of the best places is in the arms of his suit jacket since he never wears it.
All that to say, if yarn came to me for my birthday I would throw it on the bed and roll all over it like catnip.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Sticky sees an ER

UPDATE: Baby was fine the next morning and all was right with the world.

"It's only 7:30, maybe you should take him to the ER?" Truer words were never spoken, but I would have not thought of them on my own.

When my dad almost cut off the tip of his finger while working with sheet metal, his answer was,"Meh, it's only a scrape. Super Glue will hold it on just fine." We just never went to the ER. Maybe my family only got hurt or sick during regular business hours?

Thank goodness Ciara was there with some common sense. Sticky had an allergic reaction to penicillin Monday but it didn't look too terrible on Monday when I took him to the Pediatrician. By last night at 6:30 he was a hot mess. Literally. His fever was 102.4, his legs and armpits were fire engine red. So were his ears and they were starting to swell like cauliflower. And his little hands, oh, those little hands. Swollen and red with hives. Alan said it was was so sad that even his itchers iched.

They gave him oral steroids and lots and lots of Benadryl. By 10pm he was home and sleeping like an angel.
This was about 2 hours after the steroids started working.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Grace Ann

Grace Ann passed away last night. We don't know if it was her heart or pneumonia, but we do know she will be so missed. Anyone who met her loved her. The only thing in life she ever asked for was to be held and snuggled. I know she gave to us more than we could ever give to her.

Grace Ann Von Twinkle, we love you and will miss you forever.

Monday, February 4, 2013

From James

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the passing of my wife, Carroll. She was dearly loved and will be greatly missed.

After a wonderful birthday for our daughter on the 19th, Carroll, Lilly, and I took off for the Hill Country to visit family and friends. While there, Carroll noticed certain changes that encouraged her to make one last trip and that was to Georgia to visit Lilly's great-grandmother on my side of the family. From the first time they met, She and my grandmother had a close relationship. We stayed only a day due to the changes Carroll, and even I had now started to notice. 

By the end of Saturday, our first leg of the trip home, Carroll exhibited signs of a stroke, but told me that she was just tired. I later realized that it was also symptomatic of the tumor progression. We left on our last leg of the journey home with Carroll in pain from excruciating head aches, and with her heavily medicated I called ahead to have Hospice care and her mother meet us at the house.

She passed away at home late last night having finished the trip that she had started to say good bye to loved ones. Funeral arrangements have not been made yet, but will be announced as soon as they are made. If you can think of anyone that may not get this message, please feel free to pass it on in any form that is needed. Thank you for all of your support and prayers for us in the past, going forward, but especially now.

James & Lilly Pickering

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Undone by Wheezer

If you want to destroy my sweater. Woah woah a woah. 
Hold this thread as I walk away. As I walk away! 
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked. 
Lying on the floor, Lying on the floor! I've come undone. 

I heard this song today and thought, "Hmmmm, this sweater must have been knitted from the top down or it wouldn't unravel." I must not have listened to this song since I've started knitting.