Tuesday, November 24, 2009

A little poem about our lawmakers and healthcare.

I found this on the internet somewhere...

‘Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the Senate
Some morons passed health care
But couldn’t defend it.

Conservatives were weary,
And leftists were tired
From voting on garbage
That would get them all fired.

On Boxer! On Arlen! On Bennet, and Reid!
Go spend all our money on crap we don’t need!

On Landrieu! On Casey, Akaka, and Bayh!
When Obamacare passes we’re all gonna die!

When 2010 comes and this stupid bill passes,
Don’t let the door hit you on your sad liberal asses.

Friday, September 11, 2009

September 11th

If you ever start to feel sorry for a terrorist who's been waterboarded. Remember the people, like Jonathan Briley, on September 11th who chose to jump from the World Trade Center rather than burn to death after terrorists crashed airplanes into the WTC.

Remember Kevin Cosgrove, who was on the telephone with 911 at the time the South Tower collapsed on him. (link to audio. May be disturbing. I only listened to it once, which is why I'm warning you and not embedding the YouTube video on my blog)

The next time someone says that it was 8 years ago, you should forget about September 11th. Tell them to f...well...ignore them. But don't forget September 11th.

Link to an Andrew Klavan video on PJTV titled September 11th 2009 Just because I thought it was a good video.

Remember FireFighter George DiPasquale, FDNY Ladder Company 2. FF DiPasquale and Ladder Company 2 died September 11th, 2001.

A few months after 9-11-2001, I bought a bracelet with FF DiPasquale's name on it. (the bracelet was randomly chosen and sent to me. I never knew him) I wear it every September 11th to remember him and all the firefighters who died that day. It's believed that he was in Tower 2 when it collapsed. His daughter was only a toddler when he was killed.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

I hate being the bad guy.

Last week my parents and I adopted a puppy.

The day after adopting the puppy, I had a bad allergy attack to the dog (he'd slept in my room, in his crate, that night)

Because of the allergy, I wanted to try to take the puppy back before my mom got too attached to the dog. I was convinced tho, to give it a little while and see if the allergy would get better.

Today, after a week of being miserable with the allergy, I had a talk with my dad. He agreed (finally!) that we should probably find the puppy a new human. Our next door neighbor has a friend who just recently lost her dog, and wants a new one. So, the puppy's new human will be coming tomorrow to pick him up.

I really hate being the bad guy on this. My mom really liked this dog, and I liked him too, but I just hate the way I feel while being allergic to him. It's also ticking me off that people say I cant be allergic to him, since he's a poodle and that poodles are "hypoallergenic". That's a bunch of dog poop. There is no such thing as a hypoallergenic dog. There are dogs, that are less likely to trigger an allergy, but all dogs can cause an allergy.

Here's a picture or two of him, to show how cute he was.
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The pictures are crappy cellphone pictures. I took a few pictures of him with my other camera, and might post pictures the next time I post a blog entry.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

ok, this is cool.

I just moderated a comment on my blog with my cellphone, AND I'm writing this post with my cellphone. I love technology!

Thursday, May 14, 2009

yes, I'm still alive...just neglecting my blog

It's probably a good thing I dont have a new dog yet, I'd probably be neglecting it as much as I've neglected my blog this winter.

Not a whole lot new and exciting here. I finished an afghan that I'd started last fall.

Log Cabin Quilt afghan


We installed a new fireplace in our basement after last fall/winter's exciting little episode with the old fireplace.

and my dad finished a few afghans he was knitting.

Dad made this one too!

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and I think that's pretty much it.

The afghan I made is crocheted, and it was the Log Cabin Quilt pattern on the Lion Brand web site. (too lazy to look for the link right now) I used Bernat Berella "4" to make it.

The knitted afghans that my dad made were done with Lion Brand Thick & Quick (wool blend I think?) The one on my bed with my Kindle reading sock monkey was done in strips. My dad just did garter stitch back and forth and just changed colors when he felt like it. No planning to it at all. I dont think any of the colors repeat in that afghan, and he just basically stuck his hand into his yarn stash and pulled up a color.

The other afghan was also done in strips, and it's some sort of a feather & fan pattern. He learned how to knit when he was stationed in Alaska in the 1960s. He ran out of comic books to read so one of the nurses taught him how to knit. She showed him that pattern and he memorized it. I'm amazed he can remember it so many years later.

The F&F afghan was sort of a scrap afghan. It started out that way, and then he ran out of scraps from the first afghan, so we had to go to the store to buy yarn. He would knit 10 repeats (or was it rows?) of the pattern until he had the length he wanted. Then he just sewed the strips together. He put a lot more planning into this afghan than the first one, because he wanted the F&F afghan to look good. I think it turned out great. I almost claimed it, but decided that it would be nice to send to my sibling, so my dad shipped it to my sibling's family.

I crocheted the edgings onto both of his knitted afghans. He wanted them to look a bit more finished, and I dont think he remembers how to crochet. (I think he knew how to single crochet at one point, because one of my first crochet hooks was his! I still have it. But, he might have used the crochet hook to fringe some afghans) I'm trying to teach him how to crochet, but he's better at knitting with two sticks than crocheting with one hook.

I need to get him to teach me how to do the feather and fan pattern. So far all I really do with knitting is knit and purl. But nothing fancy.