Hank the Tank

So, as you know by now, John's been transforming our old family room into a our new library. When the kids move out you can do stuff like that.

If I had a known then what I know now... Ah, but I digress.

So he made me this lovely book case and then I was, you know, expecting another one to go on the other side of the fire place. Because you can't have books in a room without book cases. At least that's what I've heard.




So, I'm waiting and waiting on the other book case and John's been in the garage working so I know he's working on something and then I find out he's been making a freaking door frame to go around Hank's little doggie door.

He made his own little molding, framed it and then painted it to match the room.

It's cute, but it's not a book case.

Santa Monica Fiber Show

Terry and I went to the Fiber Show today. Praises be to Beatriz for sharing about this wonderful event and may the Goddess of Socks bring her many blessings.

I got this really cool shawl pin from Cat's and Cobwebs made out of copper, brass and enamel. And they had the coolest vintage jewelry. And Sandy, they had beads, and buttons galore.

And they were the nicest people there. We saw women weaving and I feel a new addiction coming on. And we saw Alpaca's! There was a chocolate one and a brown one and a beige one and they were the cutest things.






I bought some really cool sock yarn's and then we went to Wild Fiber and I bought more sock yarn.

The one on the far right is Petrified Wood by Socks that Rock.

So I made a little shrine out of my new Koigu (because Koigu is my new religion) as an offering to please the Goddess of Socks. I will attempt these on my new Bryson needles. The are "bendy" which is very cool.

I Can Read in my Reading Room

John surprised me when I got home from work tonight with my couch and tables in my reading room. So now I can sit in there and read or knit or whatever. You can see Blue through the window already eyeing the couch.

And all the animals love a fire so now I can't wait for it to get cold again so we can try out the new fireplace that he made.

He even decorated my end table.

My Dreams

Since I have nothing of interest to write about I thought I'd post some dreams I had last night.

I’m in a house that is built for left handed people and it is for sale. It is a split, multi-level house. Everywhere I walk I am disoriented. I can barely manage the stairs that lead to the kitchen. The walls are covered in wood panelling and the windows are really high becase the living room ceiling is open to the top floor. I don't know how many stories it has. Each floor doesn't have walls, but are wood rails that you can stand and look down into the living room. It's very open and spacious. There is a microwave oven in an awkward position and I keep thinking to myself that I have to tell Beatriz about this house. I’m so excited for her.

I wake up go back to sleep.

I am watching a coworker shoot at targets. They are the blackest, rustiest cans you can imagine. Another co-worker walks up and he is covered in an Indian blanket that goes to the ground. He looks sick and cold. Sticking out from the blanket I notice he is wearing the shiniest, blackest shoes. The kind you would wear with a tuxedo. I notice the contrast and I think something is wrong. Suddenly the guy shooting at targets hits one close to the guy with the blanket and he is splattered with this black, rusty crap.

I wake up and go back to sleep.

I’m walking with a bunch of girls from the yarn store and we all have tickets to have sushi. I see an old friend on a little black horse. Not a pony, but a small, skinny horse. I talk to her about her horse and ask about her daughter and I invite her to join us for dinner because she wants to learn how to knit. She goes to put the horse away, and I go to dinner and someone is driving me in my truck. On the way to the restaurant I see a bear and it is devouring the little black horse. We are on J Street in Oxnard near where I lived as a child. To the bears right are two (2) moose grazing in the grass in the front yard. I ask the driver to stop so I can take pictures of the moose. The driver backs up and then goes forward without stopping. I am amazed that the moose are grazing this close to a bear eating a horse. Now there are people around the bear and the horse and they are now running after the truck. I ask the driver to stop and the driver keeps going even though they could easily just jump into the back of the truck.

I wake up and think to myself I should remember this dream. I get dressed for work and am kind of groggy because it seems like I have been dreaming all night and when I walk out the door I step on something, I hear a sound, not a squeak, but a soft air-like sound and I look down and am standing on a dead rat that my cat has brought me as a gift. Naturally I jump, hurt my back and am suddenly wondering if I am still dreaming.

And this rat couldn’t have looked deader. It was flat on his back, legs in the air, dead.

So, anybody want to interpret that?

Nothing Cheers Me Up More Than My Critters

So, these are for Marc, who needs cheering up.

Bubba and Dreams

Bubba is doing much better now. He was really sick and had to have a shot for pain and a tube up his nose with charcoal to absorb toxins. It was quite a night.

But when I got to the barn this morning to check on him he was singing along with Lyle Lovette.

"If I had a boat I'd go out on the ocean and if I had a pony I'd ride him on my boat."

Just like nothing had ever happened. And I'll tell you what, you ain't seen shit until you've seen a horse with, well, the shits. Good God amighty.

So, since he was feeling poorly I brought him something snazzy to wear. It's a lovely plaid fly-jacket that is all the rage this season in horse fashion. I also bought him a bale of Bermuda Hay which is the saltine cracker of hays.

When I got home last night I had the weirdest dream.

I'm in the waiting room for death. There are people in bleachers everywhere and they are all waiting to find out whose turn it is next. Their child, themselves, etc. There are men dressed in military uniform and they are awaiting their orders to inform family members. We are all facing forward, like an audience, but there is nothing but a wall to look at and a window to the left. There are three beige awnings covering the sidewalks outside.

Everything seems to be devoid of color.

Suddenly President Clinton is speaking before a stadium of Cuban's and President Bush is just standing there unprepared. It seems whatever has happened happened so suddenly that Bush didn't have a speech written so he asked Clinton to speak. The crowd is overjoyed at Clinton who is now dancing. There is a boy to my right who is crying. It's Cory my sons friend who is in an alcoholic coma. He hugs me and he's scared and I hug him back and I can feel the coarse wool from his pendleton in the palm of my right hand. I tell him everything is going to be okay and somehow I know it will be.

Now what the hell does that have to do with sick horses?

My Koigu Shawl

Is finished (finally) and it is my favorite shawl so far. Knitting on size 3's seems like forever, but it was worth the wait.

I love the feel of the Koigu. It just feels very summery.

It's Friday Night

And the critters have claimed their spots for the night.










Blue bedded down in front of my new bookcase and watched as I arranged my books.






I just love my new bookcase, btw. Isn't it gorgeous? I know I complain about the time this has taken, but John sure does good work. And there are two more on the way. I'm going to need more books!






Eli called shotgun on the chair.

Hank chewed up John's hat today. He was so busted when John got home. He's been in hiding ever since.

Astro got dibs on John's side of the bed. That way John has to step (or trip) over him every time he goes to the kitchen and he's in on some serious late night snacking action.

I hate to interrupt, but I have some late breaking news. Blue has moved to the couch I repeat Blue has moved to the couch.

And me, I''m spending Friday night writing on a blog about my pets and later I'll rub some amber oil on my tarot cards.









I'm a party animal, people and I'm ready to be fitted for my straight jacket.

I Rant Therefore I am

I didn't get to go knit with the girls tonight so naturally I was a little bummed. I spent it with my husbands family. And every time I'm bummed I get a card or a letter from Elmo. It just always works out that way.

I was glad to hear he received his package. I was a little concerned when I discovered I can no longer do my own shopping at my local grocer and send the box all by myself.

No, now I have to go online and buy from some company who landed the contract to supply inmates with Top Ramen for 45 cents a pop when I can get 10 for a dollar at my local store. It cost me a lot more than it use to to send him his not-to-exceed 45 pounds of basic stuff. Soap (no more than 4 bars) deodorant (no more than two) , etc. Just basic stuff. But check this out, now I can buy rap music, doo rags, gold chains, tennis shoes, Pete Rose Cookies and William Perry Donuts. I can't get an art book by Gordon Parks past the guards yet I can send him a doo rag and a gold chain.

Again, I've lost my train of thought. When I sent Elmo a letter telling him to expect his package I also informed him that John says he has to mow the lawn when he gets out.

Elmo had this to say on the subject













Sending a package to a friend who's been in prison for over 28 years is the least I can do. And I know he truly appreciates getting them. He's never asked me to do it and he's never complained about his situation. But if I bug him long enough he'll send me his "wish list".

But what really chaps my hide is to think of the money being made off of the situation. There are millions of people in prison and each and every one of them has someone who cares for them no matter what they have done. And that's money to be made and it's just wrong.

Geez, I really can't miss any more knitting nights with the girls.

I'm Sort Of Hooked on Supernova and Might Need An Intervention

Okay, I admit it. My name is Becky and I'm an addict. I am addicted to Rockstar Supernova.

I will rush out of a restaurant in midsentence so I won't miss an episode and it's on the fucking computer the next day, people. Isn't that a little strange for a woman my age to be behaving?

I was so bummed out last night to find out I had to wait until today to see Tommy Lee on drums.

I love the show, but I do think that Dave needs to get over himself and come to grips with the fact that he will never be Prince Rogers Nelson. Even though he married his old girlfriend, yeah Carmen dated The Minneapolis Midget too, but then again, who hasn't.

You know he was named after a jazz band his dad was in. (the prince rogers trio) Wasn't Cuba Goodings dad in Main Ingredient? Who fucking cares, get back to work. You should be concered with what's going on in Cuba, dipshit. What's the deal with Cuba anyway?

Why do I know this shit? Why do I care? I'm all alone in my cubicle, I've had way too much fucking Dr. Pepper and I've worn out Brian my talking pen. I'm easliy amused. I can't wait for 8 o'clock to see who gets kicked off. I think Zayra will be booted tonight because she just doesn't fit in with a metal band. But, you gotta admit her outfits are extremely amusing. Where do you get shit like that anyway? I think Ryan will get the encore. Okay, so what, now I'm a producer? Action people!

Then while I was being sworn in at court today I started to laugh because I almost said Hail Odin in lieu of so help me god. Would that have still counted? Have you ever been cross examined by a crack head? Cuz I gotta tell ya it's been a strange day. And they have a court room dedicated just to family restraining orders! Can you believe it? It was so depressing. Old people who should be living their last days in peace requesting restraining orders against their grown children who are trying to rob them blind. Grandparents trying to get visitation rights from the- ex-wife- who-hates- your- son- so- you- can- just- fuck- off type of ordeal. Wives desperately trying to hold on to their husband so they stalk them.

Yeah, so thanks be to Odin for Supernova.

Hail Odin

And cut!

All I need To Know About Naps I Learned From My Pets

Have someone rub your head and share a story before a nap.




Get tucked in good and tight.

Try not to snore so loud that you keep others awake.





Steal the couch as soon as they go to the bathroom.
Pout if you get ignored.

When it's hot, nap in front of the fan.


Always nap with a companion whenever you get the chance.
And always snuggle.