Quick and Easy Knit Picks Beanie Pattern

Alright, for those of you that need a super fast, economical knit, here it is!

You’ll need:
1 16″ US size 8 circular needle
1 set US size 8 double pointed needle
1 tapestry needle
MC-1 skein Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Coal
CC-1 skein Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Tulip
Stitch marker

CO 84 sts with MC
Join without twisting, and pm to mark beginning of round
Work 2×2 rib for 12 rows
With CC, work 4 rows in 2×2 rib
With MC, work 2×2 rib for 5″
Next row, k2, p2tog around (switch to dpn’s when necessary)
Next row, k2tog, p1 around
next row, k2tog, p2tog. repeat until 8 sts remain
Cut yarn, leaving a 12″ tail
With tapestry needle, thread through remaining sts and pull closed. Weave in all ends.

There you go! For about $5 you have a quick, stylish knit for the holiday gift giving!!!

Here are pics of the hat, and a showcase of the trials of taking a picture of yourself while holding a Chihuahua.
Sassy Attacks!

Sassy pushes the camera away at the last second

Sassy attacks again!

And that is why you should never try to take a picture of yourself while holding a Chihuahua.

Quick and Easy Knit Picks Beanie Pattern

Alright, for those of you that need a super fast, economical knit, here it is!

You’ll need:
1 16″ US size 8 circular needle
1 set US size 8 double pointed needle
1 tapestry needle
MC-1 skein Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Coal
CC-1 skein Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Tulip
Stitch marker

CO 84 sts with MC
Join without twisting, and pm to mark beginning of round
Work 2×2 rib for 12 rows
With CC, work 4 rows in 2×2 rib
With MC, work 2×2 rib for 5″
Next row, k2, p2tog around (switch to dpn’s when necessary)
Next row, k2tog, p1 around
next row, k2tog, p2tog. repeat until 8 sts remain
Cut yarn, leaving a 12″ tail
With tapestry needle, thread through remaining sts and pull closed. Weave in all ends.

There you go! For about $5 you have a quick, stylish knit for the holiday gift giving!!!

Here are pics of the hat, and a showcase of the trials of taking a picture of yourself while holding a Chihuahua.
Sassy Attacks!

Sassy pushes the camera away at the last second

Sassy attacks again!

And that is why you should never try to take a picture of yourself while holding a Chihuahua.

Quick and Easy Knit Picks Beanie Pattern

Alright, for those of you that need a super fast, economical knit, here it is!

You’ll need:
1 16″ US size 8 circular needle
1 set US size 8 double pointed needle
1 tapestry needle
MC-1 skein Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Coal
CC-1 skein Knit Picks Wool of the Andes Tulip
Stitch marker

CO 84 sts with MC
Join without twisting, and pm to mark beginning of round
Work 2×2 rib for 12 rows
With CC, work 4 rows in 2×2 rib
With MC, work 2×2 rib for 5″
Next row, k2, p2tog around (switch to dpn’s when necessary)
Next row, k2tog, p1 around
next row, k2tog, p2tog. repeat until 8 sts remain
Cut yarn, leaving a 12″ tail
With tapestry needle, thread through remaining sts and pull closed. Weave in all ends.

There you go! For about $5 you have a quick, stylish knit for the holiday gift giving!!!

Here are pics of the hat, and a showcase of the trials of taking a picture of yourself while holding a Chihuahua.
Sassy Attacks!

Sassy pushes the camera away at the last second

Sassy attacks again!

And that is why you should never try to take a picture of yourself while holding a Chihuahua.

It’s the little things.

Some days, the little things get big, really quick.

Normally, on this blog, I don’t talk about work. Work is great. I love my job, I love my shop, I love my customers! Hence, really boring.
My quirky, more… “interesting” customers, I don’t talk about on my blog. They are real people, who could someday stumble upon this, and my snarky remark about someone ordering a no foam cap (baristas are groaning right now) don’t need to have their feelings hurt. A little internal eye rolling from me maybe, and an addition to the ever growing file on my computer of funny little customer stories, and, if it’s a real doozy, an email to a couple of friends that has them laughing; but that’s all. Because that same clueless customer will also bring me sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees, or hand over free tickets to the zoo, or bring me extra yarn… they are usually nice people, and don’t deserve public ranting from me, about things that aren’t really that big of a deal, in the grand scheme of things.
However.
Some people, deserve a public ranting. Some people, I don’t mind reading this, and realizing that it applies to them. Consider the following a public service announcement.
Retail workers/food servers/etc. are real people, with real feelings. For the love of all that is holy, please acknowledge them as such. I know that I’m just a lowly drone, with no real purpose other than to provide you with whatever it is that you desire, but it would be so incredibly nice of you, to say “hi” when I ask you how you’re doing. Turning your back, and gazing out the window, holding your hand up to silence me then plopping into a seat.. um. No. Big. Fat. No. It pisses me off, makes me feel worthless, and is your way of giving me a stern reminder that I am the person that serves you.
It’s not just here either. How many times do you walk into a store like Meijer, or Kohls, and watch how people treat the greeter or the retail workers? Most people ignore the greater, refusing to say “hi” back. Same with retail. Or, my favorite: Retail worker says, “Hi! How are you today”? And gets the response of, “Just looking”.
That is the WRONG ANSWER. Someone just took the time, to ask how you are. Sure they’re getting paid to be nice to you, but does it really matter? Does it kill you to respond with, “Hi. I’m great thanks, how are you”? Does the extra five seconds of speech hurt?
Granted, I have, in the past, been the painfully shy girl that hopes to not be acknowledged. I used to have severe panic attacks trying to go shopping in crowded stores. But I still was polite. I would have pounding in my ears, sweaty palms, and irrational fear, but I was still full of please, thank yous, and hellos. Do you know why? Because it’s the right thing to do! We were raised better right? Didn’t our parents and grandparents teach us common courtesy?
What bugs me about shopping this time of year is being around rude people. At least in my own shop, if someone tries to berate one of my employees, I could say something. If someone is snarky or rude, we can handle it, and even have a little bit of fun with them. (we have a competition to see who can get the most mean/angry people to leave the shop with a smile) But when I’m in a public store, and I watch grown adults belittle retail workers, cashiers, or wait staff, it’s infuriating!
So, this is my plea to all of you. Be nice! When you’re in public and having a bad day, get over yourself! You have no right to spread your venom to someone else just because they are in the position of serving you.
And if you come in my shop, and aren’t ordering anything, just tell me. I won’t get mad! Don’t glare, turn away, ignore me, etc. Heck, if you’re nice enough, I might whip you up a free sample of something anyway, just to keep myself occupied!
Overall, my customers are great. I just had a couple of real winners this morning, on top of having ventured out several times into holiday madness, and witnessing some real nastiness towards workers. It ticks me off.

Since I can’t end my blog on a bad note, here are the little things that made me happy:
-My Paramore hat is now in 12 queues on Ravelry. 6 people have actually cast on, with several finished items. It’s so freaking cool to see happy people with my pattern, and their versions of it.
-I saw the most beautiful version of my pivot and jammer hat on ravelry! A Canadian roller girl made them in her team colors of purple and yellow. They look amazing!
-We made some caramel hot chocolate with sea salt today and sampled it out. Everyone loved it, and agreed that it tastes like a chocolate covered pretzel.
-The calender release is tonight.
-Every table had at least 2 people sitting at them today, and every comfy chair and couch was full, for a good 3 hours.
-Dill made salsa last night. It was the best home made salsa I have ever had in my life. It helps that he understands that there is no such thing as too much cilantro.

For those of you rushing to finish holiday knitting, I’m going to post my super easy Knit Picks Beanie pattern up tomorrow. A hat that looks awesome, that an average knitter can finish in a day!

It’s the little things.

Some days, the little things get big, really quick.

Normally, on this blog, I don’t talk about work. Work is great. I love my job, I love my shop, I love my customers! Hence, really boring.
My quirky, more… “interesting” customers, I don’t talk about on my blog. They are real people, who could someday stumble upon this, and my snarky remark about someone ordering a no foam cap (baristas are groaning right now) don’t need to have their feelings hurt. A little internal eye rolling from me maybe, and an addition to the ever growing file on my computer of funny little customer stories, and, if it’s a real doozy, an email to a couple of friends that has them laughing; but that’s all. Because that same clueless customer will also bring me sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees, or hand over free tickets to the zoo, or bring me extra yarn… they are usually nice people, and don’t deserve public ranting from me, about things that aren’t really that big of a deal, in the grand scheme of things.
However.
Some people, deserve a public ranting. Some people, I don’t mind reading this, and realizing that it applies to them. Consider the following a public service announcement.
Retail workers/food servers/etc. are real people, with real feelings. For the love of all that is holy, please acknowledge them as such. I know that I’m just a lowly drone, with no real purpose other than to provide you with whatever it is that you desire, but it would be so incredibly nice of you, to say “hi” when I ask you how you’re doing. Turning your back, and gazing out the window, holding your hand up to silence me then plopping into a seat.. um. No. Big. Fat. No. It pisses me off, makes me feel worthless, and is your way of giving me a stern reminder that I am the person that serves you.
It’s not just here either. How many times do you walk into a store like Meijer, or Kohls, and watch how people treat the greeter or the retail workers? Most people ignore the greater, refusing to say “hi” back. Same with retail. Or, my favorite: Retail worker says, “Hi! How are you today”? And gets the response of, “Just looking”.
That is the WRONG ANSWER. Someone just took the time, to ask how you are. Sure they’re getting paid to be nice to you, but does it really matter? Does it kill you to respond with, “Hi. I’m great thanks, how are you”? Does the extra five seconds of speech hurt?
Granted, I have, in the past, been the painfully shy girl that hopes to not be acknowledged. I used to have severe panic attacks trying to go shopping in crowded stores. But I still was polite. I would have pounding in my ears, sweaty palms, and irrational fear, but I was still full of please, thank yous, and hellos. Do you know why? Because it’s the right thing to do! We were raised better right? Didn’t our parents and grandparents teach us common courtesy?
What bugs me about shopping this time of year is being around rude people. At least in my own shop, if someone tries to berate one of my employees, I could say something. If someone is snarky or rude, we can handle it, and even have a little bit of fun with them. (we have a competition to see who can get the most mean/angry people to leave the shop with a smile) But when I’m in a public store, and I watch grown adults belittle retail workers, cashiers, or wait staff, it’s infuriating!
So, this is my plea to all of you. Be nice! When you’re in public and having a bad day, get over yourself! You have no right to spread your venom to someone else just because they are in the position of serving you.
And if you come in my shop, and aren’t ordering anything, just tell me. I won’t get mad! Don’t glare, turn away, ignore me, etc. Heck, if you’re nice enough, I might whip you up a free sample of something anyway, just to keep myself occupied!
Overall, my customers are great. I just had a couple of real winners this morning, on top of having ventured out several times into holiday madness, and witnessing some real nastiness towards workers. It ticks me off.

Since I can’t end my blog on a bad note, here are the little things that made me happy:
-My Paramore hat is now in 12 queues on Ravelry. 6 people have actually cast on, with several finished items. It’s so freaking cool to see happy people with my pattern, and their versions of it.
-I saw the most beautiful version of my pivot and jammer hat on ravelry! A Canadian roller girl made them in her team colors of purple and yellow. They look amazing!
-We made some caramel hot chocolate with sea salt today and sampled it out. Everyone loved it, and agreed that it tastes like a chocolate covered pretzel.
-The calender release is tonight.
-Every table had at least 2 people sitting at them today, and every comfy chair and couch was full, for a good 3 hours.
-Dill made salsa last night. It was the best home made salsa I have ever had in my life. It helps that he understands that there is no such thing as too much cilantro.

For those of you rushing to finish holiday knitting, I’m going to post my super easy Knit Picks Beanie pattern up tomorrow. A hat that looks awesome, that an average knitter can finish in a day!

It’s the little things.

Some days, the little things get big, really quick.

Normally, on this blog, I don’t talk about work. Work is great. I love my job, I love my shop, I love my customers! Hence, really boring.
My quirky, more… “interesting” customers, I don’t talk about on my blog. They are real people, who could someday stumble upon this, and my snarky remark about someone ordering a no foam cap (baristas are groaning right now) don’t need to have their feelings hurt. A little internal eye rolling from me maybe, and an addition to the ever growing file on my computer of funny little customer stories, and, if it’s a real doozy, an email to a couple of friends that has them laughing; but that’s all. Because that same clueless customer will also bring me sugar cookies shaped like Christmas trees, or hand over free tickets to the zoo, or bring me extra yarn… they are usually nice people, and don’t deserve public ranting from me, about things that aren’t really that big of a deal, in the grand scheme of things.
However.
Some people, deserve a public ranting. Some people, I don’t mind reading this, and realizing that it applies to them. Consider the following a public service announcement.
Retail workers/food servers/etc. are real people, with real feelings. For the love of all that is holy, please acknowledge them as such. I know that I’m just a lowly drone, with no real purpose other than to provide you with whatever it is that you desire, but it would be so incredibly nice of you, to say “hi” when I ask you how you’re doing. Turning your back, and gazing out the window, holding your hand up to silence me then plopping into a seat.. um. No. Big. Fat. No. It pisses me off, makes me feel worthless, and is your way of giving me a stern reminder that I am the person that serves you.
It’s not just here either. How many times do you walk into a store like Meijer, or Kohls, and watch how people treat the greeter or the retail workers? Most people ignore the greater, refusing to say “hi” back. Same with retail. Or, my favorite: Retail worker says, “Hi! How are you today”? And gets the response of, “Just looking”.
That is the WRONG ANSWER. Someone just took the time, to ask how you are. Sure they’re getting paid to be nice to you, but does it really matter? Does it kill you to respond with, “Hi. I’m great thanks, how are you”? Does the extra five seconds of speech hurt?
Granted, I have, in the past, been the painfully shy girl that hopes to not be acknowledged. I used to have severe panic attacks trying to go shopping in crowded stores. But I still was polite. I would have pounding in my ears, sweaty palms, and irrational fear, but I was still full of please, thank yous, and hellos. Do you know why? Because it’s the right thing to do! We were raised better right? Didn’t our parents and grandparents teach us common courtesy?
What bugs me about shopping this time of year is being around rude people. At least in my own shop, if someone tries to berate one of my employees, I could say something. If someone is snarky or rude, we can handle it, and even have a little bit of fun with them. (we have a competition to see who can get the most mean/angry people to leave the shop with a smile) But when I’m in a public store, and I watch grown adults belittle retail workers, cashiers, or wait staff, it’s infuriating!
So, this is my plea to all of you. Be nice! When you’re in public and having a bad day, get over yourself! You have no right to spread your venom to someone else just because they are in the position of serving you.
And if you come in my shop, and aren’t ordering anything, just tell me. I won’t get mad! Don’t glare, turn away, ignore me, etc. Heck, if you’re nice enough, I might whip you up a free sample of something anyway, just to keep myself occupied!
Overall, my customers are great. I just had a couple of real winners this morning, on top of having ventured out several times into holiday madness, and witnessing some real nastiness towards workers. It ticks me off.

Since I can’t end my blog on a bad note, here are the little things that made me happy:
-My Paramore hat is now in 12 queues on Ravelry. 6 people have actually cast on, with several finished items. It’s so freaking cool to see happy people with my pattern, and their versions of it.
-I saw the most beautiful version of my pivot and jammer hat on ravelry! A Canadian roller girl made them in her team colors of purple and yellow. They look amazing!
-We made some caramel hot chocolate with sea salt today and sampled it out. Everyone loved it, and agreed that it tastes like a chocolate covered pretzel.
-The calender release is tonight.
-Every table had at least 2 people sitting at them today, and every comfy chair and couch was full, for a good 3 hours.
-Dill made salsa last night. It was the best home made salsa I have ever had in my life. It helps that he understands that there is no such thing as too much cilantro.

For those of you rushing to finish holiday knitting, I’m going to post my super easy Knit Picks Beanie pattern up tomorrow. A hat that looks awesome, that an average knitter can finish in a day!

Oh and speaking of derby practice…

I’m back to jamming, but I’m not giving up my blocking fun. I spent Sunday morning in the number 4 position, holding the opposing jammer all the way around the track. (and getting in a hit or two as well)
But my bum knee is no longer holding me back from doing the jamming that I love so much. I grand slammed every time I went out Sunday, and then Monday night, this happened:

I had to leave practice at 8pm, due to stupid work and us being down to one running vehicle at the moment. We split into teams, and I played blocker the whole night and we were… losing. The score was 7 to 26. I kept pushing and pushing when I had to leave, since we were short so many girls that night. Karen was running our bench, and I told her, “Karen, it’s now 25 past, but put me in ONE MORE TIME”
She was annoyed I had to jet, and went, “fine, go jam and get some damn points on the board”!!! We were all frustrated that we weren’t scoring.
Fine.
Fine, fine fine. I will put some damn points on the board.
Jumped on the track, second whistle blew, took off, hit the back and… boom. On the ground. Crap.
Up again, take off, hit the back, hesitate, see that Sin and Kit are both looking at me, ready to give me a good derby squish if I try to squeeze by them either way. Slid sideways, watched as Touretta went in to hit their jammer, and Kit and Sin looked right for 2 seconds. Took off, squeezed by them with my left foot in the air since there was only room for one skate on the track. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sin see my right as I slipped by her, and she screamed at the pivot. Pivot moves in to nail me, Touretta sticks her hand out and I grab the whip and skate away.
They’ve still got the opposing jammer, and their team is focused on getting her through. Karen is screaming at me to move my ass, and I do. Hit the pack again quicker than they expected, slide through, and hip check the opposing jammer for good measure.
(that is 5 points for those counting)
Take off again, and again Karen is screaming from the bench for me to haul ass. Hit the back of the pack, pass 3, Sin sizes me up to slaughter me, and the whistle blows.
Heh. 8 points. Mission accomplished.
Tell me to put up points, I will put up the points 😉

Seriously though, it’s a relief that my body is behaving better this year. Last year when I would try to run on my toe stops it felt like someone was knifing me in the knee. A simple knee drop would have me screaming in pain, and every time I skated my knee would swell so badly it looked like there were golf balls under my skin.
I spent all last summer agonizing over whether or not I would be able to come back. Hell, I spent the beginning of the training season wondering if I could come back. Luckily, the past 3 months my knee has decided that I’m not giving up, I will keep punishing it if it doesn’t behave, so it might as well give in and play nice with the rest of my body. My shoulder learned it’s lesson. Pop out of socket, I will pop you back in. (or Jane will do it for me, at our bench, while the unfortunate souls sitting in turn 4 scream and gasp and turn green watching) Hurt, and I will still practice and get hit. Aching during non-practice, snowstorms, and bad weather is acceptable. I will drink some wine and deal.
I try not to think about how many more years my body is going to put up with this. Or how bad this is all going to hurt when I’m older. I’m just going to squeeze in every year of derby that I can, until I’m finally shut down. Maybe next season, maybe 10 years from now. I’m just happy that I’m coming back this season.

Oh and speaking of derby practice…

I’m back to jamming, but I’m not giving up my blocking fun. I spent Sunday morning in the number 4 position, holding the opposing jammer all the way around the track. (and getting in a hit or two as well)
But my bum knee is no longer holding me back from doing the jamming that I love so much. I grand slammed every time I went out Sunday, and then Monday night, this happened:

I had to leave practice at 8pm, due to stupid work and us being down to one running vehicle at the moment. We split into teams, and I played blocker the whole night and we were… losing. The score was 7 to 26. I kept pushing and pushing when I had to leave, since we were short so many girls that night. Karen was running our bench, and I told her, “Karen, it’s now 25 past, but put me in ONE MORE TIME”
She was annoyed I had to jet, and went, “fine, go jam and get some damn points on the board”!!! We were all frustrated that we weren’t scoring.
Fine.
Fine, fine fine. I will put some damn points on the board.
Jumped on the track, second whistle blew, took off, hit the back and… boom. On the ground. Crap.
Up again, take off, hit the back, hesitate, see that Sin and Kit are both looking at me, ready to give me a good derby squish if I try to squeeze by them either way. Slid sideways, watched as Touretta went in to hit their jammer, and Kit and Sin looked right for 2 seconds. Took off, squeezed by them with my left foot in the air since there was only room for one skate on the track. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sin see my right as I slipped by her, and she screamed at the pivot. Pivot moves in to nail me, Touretta sticks her hand out and I grab the whip and skate away.
They’ve still got the opposing jammer, and their team is focused on getting her through. Karen is screaming at me to move my ass, and I do. Hit the pack again quicker than they expected, slide through, and hip check the opposing jammer for good measure.
(that is 5 points for those counting)
Take off again, and again Karen is screaming from the bench for me to haul ass. Hit the back of the pack, pass 3, Sin sizes me up to slaughter me, and the whistle blows.
Heh. 8 points. Mission accomplished.
Tell me to put up points, I will put up the points 😉

Seriously though, it’s a relief that my body is behaving better this year. Last year when I would try to run on my toe stops it felt like someone was knifing me in the knee. A simple knee drop would have me screaming in pain, and every time I skated my knee would swell so badly it looked like there were golf balls under my skin.
I spent all last summer agonizing over whether or not I would be able to come back. Hell, I spent the beginning of the training season wondering if I could come back. Luckily, the past 3 months my knee has decided that I’m not giving up, I will keep punishing it if it doesn’t behave, so it might as well give in and play nice with the rest of my body. My shoulder learned it’s lesson. Pop out of socket, I will pop you back in. (or Jane will do it for me, at our bench, while the unfortunate souls sitting in turn 4 scream and gasp and turn green watching) Hurt, and I will still practice and get hit. Aching during non-practice, snowstorms, and bad weather is acceptable. I will drink some wine and deal.
I try not to think about how many more years my body is going to put up with this. Or how bad this is all going to hurt when I’m older. I’m just going to squeeze in every year of derby that I can, until I’m finally shut down. Maybe next season, maybe 10 years from now. I’m just happy that I’m coming back this season.

Oh and speaking of derby practice…

I’m back to jamming, but I’m not giving up my blocking fun. I spent Sunday morning in the number 4 position, holding the opposing jammer all the way around the track. (and getting in a hit or two as well)
But my bum knee is no longer holding me back from doing the jamming that I love so much. I grand slammed every time I went out Sunday, and then Monday night, this happened:

I had to leave practice at 8pm, due to stupid work and us being down to one running vehicle at the moment. We split into teams, and I played blocker the whole night and we were… losing. The score was 7 to 26. I kept pushing and pushing when I had to leave, since we were short so many girls that night. Karen was running our bench, and I told her, “Karen, it’s now 25 past, but put me in ONE MORE TIME”
She was annoyed I had to jet, and went, “fine, go jam and get some damn points on the board”!!! We were all frustrated that we weren’t scoring.
Fine.
Fine, fine fine. I will put some damn points on the board.
Jumped on the track, second whistle blew, took off, hit the back and… boom. On the ground. Crap.
Up again, take off, hit the back, hesitate, see that Sin and Kit are both looking at me, ready to give me a good derby squish if I try to squeeze by them either way. Slid sideways, watched as Touretta went in to hit their jammer, and Kit and Sin looked right for 2 seconds. Took off, squeezed by them with my left foot in the air since there was only room for one skate on the track. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sin see my right as I slipped by her, and she screamed at the pivot. Pivot moves in to nail me, Touretta sticks her hand out and I grab the whip and skate away.
They’ve still got the opposing jammer, and their team is focused on getting her through. Karen is screaming at me to move my ass, and I do. Hit the pack again quicker than they expected, slide through, and hip check the opposing jammer for good measure.
(that is 5 points for those counting)
Take off again, and again Karen is screaming from the bench for me to haul ass. Hit the back of the pack, pass 3, Sin sizes me up to slaughter me, and the whistle blows.
Heh. 8 points. Mission accomplished.
Tell me to put up points, I will put up the points 😉

Seriously though, it’s a relief that my body is behaving better this year. Last year when I would try to run on my toe stops it felt like someone was knifing me in the knee. A simple knee drop would have me screaming in pain, and every time I skated my knee would swell so badly it looked like there were golf balls under my skin.
I spent all last summer agonizing over whether or not I would be able to come back. Hell, I spent the beginning of the training season wondering if I could come back. Luckily, the past 3 months my knee has decided that I’m not giving up, I will keep punishing it if it doesn’t behave, so it might as well give in and play nice with the rest of my body. My shoulder learned it’s lesson. Pop out of socket, I will pop you back in. (or Jane will do it for me, at our bench, while the unfortunate souls sitting in turn 4 scream and gasp and turn green watching) Hurt, and I will still practice and get hit. Aching during non-practice, snowstorms, and bad weather is acceptable. I will drink some wine and deal.
I try not to think about how many more years my body is going to put up with this. Or how bad this is all going to hurt when I’m older. I’m just going to squeeze in every year of derby that I can, until I’m finally shut down. Maybe next season, maybe 10 years from now. I’m just happy that I’m coming back this season.

Freezing cold

It’s been cold in our bedroom, and we’ve been unable to figure out why. We’ve been resorting to the space heater every single night.
Then last night, Dan rolled over in bed, and happened to peek over the edge.

Lenore, aka Babygirl, has been sleeping on the vent. We tried to get the picture of what Dan actually SAW, which was Lenore on her back, paws up, with her entire body covering the entire vent. But she saw the cell phone and tried to look innocent.
Fail little kitty, big fail.