Thursday, November 30, 2006

Birfday party

Who: Ross and Mark
What: 26th and 24th birfdays (respectively)
When: Friday Dec. 8 at 8ish
Where: my house (if you know me in meatspace, you know where that is, otherwise, too bad.)

Food will be provided. You have to bring beer. Ross's only birthday wish is that he get to drink beer that the Catrow family didn't have to pay for in any way, shape, or form. So, you better bring it because all we have to drink is Diet Ginger Ale.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

How it all happened: A tale told in photographs.

Here is me talking to Dave about where to put the tattoo:


More discussion:


Let's get it started, HA!:


Ay chihuahua:


Ta-dah! Hott.

Guess what I got.

That's right. I got my tattoo last night. Love it or hate it, friends, it's there and it's beautiful. I don't have a picture yet but Ross will upload one to www.haduken.com later today, so be sure to check it out there.

All in all, it wasn't too bad getting it. The thing that made the most nervous was just sitting there, waiting to see what it was going to feel like. Once I felt it, I was like, "Ok, I can deal with this." Some of the pictures seriously look like I'm in labor because I just took deep breaths the whole time. But there was no crying, no squealing, no yelling, so that's good. The best way I can describe it is getting a bunch of bee stings over and over again for about an hour. I mean, the feeling sucks but you know that it's nothing you can't handle.

So there, I did it. I feel brave and beautiful and mom was just plain giddy about it when I told her. Ross was awesome. He held my hand the whole time and told me how good it was looking. And, this is the best part: My darling brother-in-law (who, with my sister, orchestrated this whole thing) told me stories about pirates to get my mind off of the pain AND had already gotten me the necessary unscented soap to keep my new artwork clean. What a guy.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Good or bad, I will never be...

...one of those people that always has it together.
...as smart as I would like to be.
...rude to someone I don't know.
...good at sports.
...the first person that someone over the age of ten thinks of when they need an answer to a question.
...good at schmoozing.
...so drunk that I throw up.
...impressed by people who spend all of their money on expensive clothes.
...a person who lives a big life.
...a good cook.
...the girl who everyone in the room looks at and thinks is beautiful.
...an owner of an SUV.
...perfect.

Saturday Thanksgiving

Ross and I celebrate Thanksgiving with my mom's side of the family the following Saturday, meaning today. So, we went over to my brother's house for the festivities. Good times were had. We found out that my cousin and her husband are having another baby in May which is awesome. I knit a hat (complete with a decorative flower) for their current baby, Sidney. After some alterations I made it fit. I might have to knit a strap so she'll actually keep it on though. It didn't matter because she is so insanely cute. She's obsessed with my brother's cats and said "Hi Kit-Kat" all evening. CUTENESS. We also got to see the 8943798798 pictures from my sister's wedding. My bossoms and/or chin look big in all of them. My cousin said that every time she looked at a picture of me in my bridesmaides dress, the only word that came to mind was "mammary." Thanks, Jen.

All in all, it was a good night. We came home to some po-po action on our block. Nothing came of it, but I will admit that I crouched at our front door, peaking out the window. Don't worry, Shooter was doing the same thing.

Oh, and I've been summoned for jury duty in December. Awesome.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Thoughts on prayer and Thanksgiving

My responding comments to J in Ric’s most recent post (check my blog roll) got me thinking about something. Often when people are going through tough times, we make a promise to pray for them. This is typically the first thing I say (and the first thing I want to hear) when a rough situation comes up. When I say it, I mean it, and I hope other people do.

Keeping this in mind, to those of you who make this offer, I want to encourage you to actually follow through with it. To me, it’s one of the worst promises to break. Obviously, there’s really no way to know for sure that someone is praying for you, and I would never go up to someone and say, “I can’t believe you didn’t pray for me.” However, when someone says they are going to pray for me, I take it very seriously. To me, they are saying that they are going to use some of their one-on-one time with God (of which we sadly take so little) to speak about me and to ask for healing in my life. That’s a powerful thing.

I’ll be praying for all you, Internet and Meat Space friends alike. I pray that you be safe this holiday. I pray that you enjoy the people you spend it with. I pray that you get well-deserved rest and that you eat and laugh until your bellies hurt.

Happy Thanksgiving, Friends. God Bless.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

A hat!

So I finally finished the hat! It's wonky and bumpy and it's going to be too small for the head I intended it for, but atleast I know how to do it now. I have it sitting on my desk now, acting like a hat for my speaker. I'm proud of myself.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

OMG!

My sister and her new husband gave me my birthday present tonight: a gift certificate to get my Made in Richmond tattoo! Now I'm actually going to have to put their money where my mouth is. No,but seriously, I'm super stoked but also super scared. I'll be sure to post a picture once I get the guts to actually have it done.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Bad day.

At one point today, I actually curled up in a ball on the floor of my classroom in front of my children. Here was the conversation that lead to it:

Me: Now, guys, when you do this worksheet on the story, make sure you put the page numbers next to your answer so I can see that you used your book.

Student A: Why do we need to put page numbers?

Me: So I can see that you used your book.

Student B: Do we need our book to do this worksheet?

Me: Yes. Otherwise you won’t get the answers right.

Student C: Do we need to put the page numbers next to the answers?

Me: (collapses to the floor)


On top of that, I had oatmeal for lunch for the third day in a row. As we are poor, I’m trying to eat all of the food I have stored in my desk during my lunches, rather than buying anything. At all. Like even groceries. Oatmeal for lunch makes me grumpy. And constipated. There, I said it.

I miss my Maura, too. I haven’t seen her in weeks. She went to California and I didn’t even know it.

I don’t want James and Jennifer to move to Scotland. I fully support their call to ministry and pray that they be successful. That doesn’t mean that I have to like them being gone.

I can’t figure out my hair. It’s like I forgot what it’s like to have short hair. I think I just look like a boy. With big boobs that make my back hurt.

I have a conference this afternoon with a great parent, but she loves to talk. After that, I go pick up the hubs, and we have to go to the grocery store which I hate to do after work. Then I get to go to class and see the guy who asked me out on a date last class. At least I have my knitting to do.

Also, I’m getting really sick of seeing people in stores and the like who seem to have no idea how children/babies work. Why do these people get to have babies? I know how babies work, yet I have none.

Whine, whine, whine.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Are there tire tracks on my back?

It's only Tuesday and I already feel like I'm about to collapse. I went home last Thursday because I got sick at school and I haven't felt great since then. This weekend was rough because of family issues. I have a meeting every morning this week, requiring me to get my butt out of the house, scramble to get myself situated in the classroom, and then head off to 45 minutes of county-mandated (read: irrelevant) meetings. I'm trying some new things in my reading class which are turning out to be really fun for the kids AND me, but planning them is like reinventing the wheel and significantly more time-consuming. I double-booked conferences this afternoon cause I'm awesome and felt really bad. Luckily the parents were great about it, but I still felt bad about it. Money is also going to be tight soon so I'm thinking I might need to start tutoring or babysitting pretty regularly to give us some breathing room budget-wise. I know none of these things is by any means a big deal, but I find it hard to be happy or positive when I have so many things pulling at me. I need to go lie down because my stomach is acting up again. This will make it much easier for the truck that is this week to run me over again.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Dear Britney,

I am very, VERY proud of you for making the decision to divorce K-Fed. Normally I don't condone divorce, but since I didn't condone your marriage, I feel like it's ok. I feel like this is a move in the right direction for you. However, *this* probably isn't:



C'mon, honey. First of all, I don't understand why all you young girls are insisting on wearing wigs. I don't care how jacked up your hair might be from not washing it for 2 years during your marriage, or as we'll call it "Period of Super Insanity and Trashiness" (POSIAT), wigs are not good. To top it off, you have a hat on. With a pom-pom on it. While you are wearing a cute little black dress. POSIAT is over. Make a clean break. Take a shower, comb your own hair, put on a little mascara and blush. I said a little. It won't hurt, I promise.

Much love to you, B. I feel like we can be friends again.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

This weekend

Saw "Borat" and felt uncomforable.
Got yelled at by cops for "loitering" I guess. Will never go to the West End again.
Woke up Saturday feeling like I was going to vomit.
Got haircut.
Consoled crying sister.
Ate free lunch at Can-Can.
Consoled crying mother.
Went to PetSmart and looked at the cute puppies.
Went to Barnes and Noble and bought a book.
Went to Target and encountered the most socially awkward girl in the entire world and felt uncomfortable for her.
Created and ordered our Christmas cards.
Ate at Joe's.
Made buttons for our school reading program.
Woke up Sunday still feeling like I was going to vomit.
Made some more buttons.
Did some of my homework.
Took at nap.
Ate at Taco Bell.
Made some more buttons.
Finished my homework.
Watched too much T.V.
Off to bed.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Please help.

I am nearing the point where I need to decrease on my hat. I'm knitting the hat on a circular needle and I have the double-pointed needles to finish but I have no clue how. Please respond with detailed instruction or a website that will give me said instructions.

Thank you.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Fat Bottomed Girls, You Make the Rockin' World Go 'Round.

This is something I completely and totally believe. I believe it so much that I insisted that I walk down the aisle to this song at my sister's wedding. My brother, being the amazing musician that he is, worked it out so it was only a somewhat-recognizable arrangement of the song. And my sister, being the amazing person that *she* is, allowed it to be so.

When I was in high school I was WAY too skinny. Looking back at pictures of it, it was actually kinda gross. I ate all the time, seriously, but I was a nervous wreck so I never gained any weight. I stayed a nervous wreck until about 2 years ago, thus I stayed skinny until then.

As my coping abilities improved, my weight went up. This was either due to medication or the ability to sit in one place and relax. Maybe both. Whatever the reason, my hip bones that once potruded out from my body now look a little softer. Other parts of me have gotten a little (ok, a lot) fuller. As my mother once put it to me, "You look like a GIRL now."

At first (and still, at times) I had a hard time with this. I spent the first part of my life eating whatever the mess I wanted to and never seeing any results on my body. Age, metabolism, and life changes have altered that and now I can definitely tell if I have indulged a little too much. Being used to Southern food doesn't help. Honestly, it's hard for me to have lunch or dinner without something fried included in the mix. Or bacon. We Southerners love bacon. And butter. And bacon with butter. Mmmmmmmm.

Anyway, I'm starting to appreciate it now. I'm more concerned with being healthy than skinny. I'd rather by healthy and curvy than healthy and skinny. And it helps when you have a husband who watches a movie with Marilyn Monroe in it, exclaims how beautiful she is, and then insists that you have a body just like hers.

So anyway, here's to some fat-bottomed girls that I love...


It's said that she was very fond how of she wiggled when she walked.


Toni Collette seems to be just so normal overall. Normal AND beautiful. And hilarious. Did you see Little Miss Sunshine? Hello.


Miss Winslet is known for her committment to curves. How can you not like that?


Miss Scarlette is by no means big, but apparently gets told to lose weight a lot. She's quoted as saying that she loves her body. And apparently the entire civilized world does because she's on the cover of every magazine ever.

And I will close with those indelible words sung by the legendary Freddie Mercury:

Are you gonna take me home tonight
Ah down beside that red firelight
Are you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls
You make the rockin world go round

Hey I was just a skinny lad
Never knew no good from bad
But I knew life before I left my nursery
Left alone with big fat fanny
She was such a naughty nanny
Heap big woman you made a bad boy out of me
Hey hey!

Ive been singing with my band
Across the wire across the land
I seen evry blue eyed floozy on the way
But their beauty and their style
Went kind of smooth after a while
Take me to them dirty ladies every time

Oh wont you take me home tonight?
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh and you give it all you got
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin world go round

Hey listen here
Now your mortgages and homes
I got stiffness in the bones
Aint no beauty queens in this locality (I tell you)
Oh but I still get my pleasure
Still got my greatest treasure
Heap big woman you gonna make a big man out of me
Now get this

Oh you gonna take me home tonight (please)
Oh down beside your red firelight
Oh you gonna let it all hang out
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin world go round
Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin world go round
Get on your bikes and ride

Oooh yeah them fat bottomed girls
Fat bottomed girls
Yeah yeah yeah
Fat bottomed girls
Yes yes







Turning circles…

So I’m an idiot. While I’ve had a circular needle for sometime, I just recently figured out how to use it so you can actually use it to knit in a circle. I had just been using it as a way to conveniently hold a lot of stitches. But last night I was determined to figure it out. So I did. At 11:00pm. Then I knitted until 11:48 pm. For 48 minutes I sat at my desk, not speaking to anyone, and knitted until I realized that I couldn’t really move my neck. I have a problem.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Crucial update

I know that all of you are just tolerating this election coverage to keep yourselves busy until I finally blessed you all with an update on the knitting. Alas, wait no more.

I am totally and completely addicted to it. I knit ALL THE TIME. Ask anyone who has stopped by my house-I answer the door knitting. I cannot leave the house without getting another row in.

Despite my addiction to it, I haven't been very productive. I've knitted one regular scarf with an interesting pattern. I also just finished another scarf that involves buttons. I will post pictures once I remember to ask Ross to take them.

After mastering the rectangle, I decided I could knit a hat. I wanted to start out by knitting a hat for my good friend Remus who is 8 months old and has a small head. With the first one, I completely didn't understand the concept of decreasing and effed the whole thing up. As Stitch 'n' Bitch says, sometimes you need to know when to pull it out. I didn't even pull it out. I threw it away. After consulting Kate and my knitting instruction book for the 98798689 time, I tried again. This time I got the decreasing and made just about the cutest hat ever. However, I wasn't completely satisfied with the finishing, so at 6:45 this morning, I decided it would be a good idea to slip the seams out and start over. I ended up snipping something that I shouldn't have and messed it up beyond repair. Ross said he was disappointed in my because I couldn't leave well-enough alone.

Today I started knitting another hat. I have no clue who it is for, except that they will have a smaller head than me. I am confident that this one will be a success.

Night, kids.