Di Has Stories…

(and they’re all true)

What Happens When You Spend Too Much Time With the Green-Toews July 16, 2009

Filed under: home life,Minnesota,my sweetie — Diana @ 7:14 pm

Actual conversation:

Me:  Barb says there’s a Sonic by her folks’ house, kind of behind Southtown.

Jeff:  The mall?

Me:  No, that’s Southdale.  Southtown is over on Penn and 494.

Jeff:  What’s the difference between the two?

Me:  Only Southtown has been written about by The Hold Steady.

 

The Awesome Continues August 7, 2008

Filed under: home life — Diana @ 10:17 pm

The first two tomatoes out of my garden.  Jeff had one tonight, and when I was cutting it up, it smelled like a real tomato.  I hadn’t realized what crap I’d been buying at the store.

 

I am a goddess – of the Domestic variety July 14, 2008

Filed under: home life — Diana @ 8:31 pm

Today’s offering:  homemade pesto.  All ingredients locally grown, or bought from independent retailers.

 

Gardening is Crack July 11, 2008

Filed under: home life,life in the city — Diana @ 1:55 pm

I grew these!  From seed!  All by myself!  In my own garden!  And we are going to eat them for dinner tonight!!!

 

Furrow’s Adventure June 9, 2008

Filed under: cuteness,hedgies,home life — Diana @ 8:24 am

This morning, Jeff woke me up before the alarm went off and said, “The hedgehog cage fell down.”

My hedgie, Furrow, lives in a cage on top of a baker’s rack in my “craft room” (the sun room off the living room).  Apparently it had tipped off the baker’s rack during the night.

I went downstairs and saw the destruction…bedding and hedgie stuff all over…but no hedgie.  I got on the floor and started looking under everything that he might have crawled under, thinking that either he was hurt and hiding, or had run off somewhere and fallen asleep (hedgies are nocturnal).

I didn’t see him anywhere…I crawled all over the first floor of the house (which I assure you was just as sexy as you think it might have been).  I knew he couldn’t have gotten upstairs, since the door up is always closed, but I wasn’t sure that he couldn’t have gotten downstairs.  We leave the basement door open a bit for the cats – the litter box is down there – and if Boris’s fat cat self can squeeze through, then a one pound hedgie would sure be able to.  I was worried, however, that he’s not big enough to get safely down the stairs – he must have fallen.

Hoping that I had just overlooked him upstairs, I went to look through the basement.

The first place I looked was behind the washer and dryer.  Lo and behold, there were a couple of beady little eyes and a sniffing hedgehog nose!

But how to get him out of there?  The washer and dryer are pretty tight against the wall, and the dryer, which he was behind) is gas, so I wasn’t really keen on having us move that and break something.  Jeff was able to wiggle the washer out so that I could reach behind the dryer….but no hedgie.  I thought that maybe there was a crawl space under the dryer that he had climbed into, so Jeff and I started debating whether Hedgehog retreival was covered under our Centerpoint appliance plan.  I crawled back there to check out the crawl space, but found that there was nothing big enough that he could scoot into – he must be on the move again.

Jeff started checking out the perimeter of the basement, and found him all the way on the other side, looking up at him.  I scooped him up – he wasn’t even scared and rolled up in a ball!  He had a little bit of a cut on his nose, and looked like he’d ripped of a toenail, but otherwise was fine.

I gave him a bath, made sure there were no more injuries, and took him outside to dry off and run around so I could see that all of his legs were working.  Not only were his legs just fine, but he was running all around the back yard just as bold as you please – he’s never been outside where he didn’t at least startle or start out in a little hedgie-ball.

So, having made sure he was fine and calmed my pulse down a bit, we put his cage back together, cleaned up the sun room, and put him away for his day of sleep.  I’m sure he’s tired.  He is now going to live in the spare bedroom, on the dresser, which is wider and has less chance of cage-wiggle.

 

V-Day February 12, 2008

Filed under: home life,my sweetie — Diana @ 1:22 pm

I love Valentine’s Day.  Not for the Celebrating our Love bullshit that’s supposed to go on – because Jeff and I have built that into our every day lives, as should everyone! – but because the best literature about the day comes out.

I present this year’s early front runner, Twisty:

http://blog.iblamethepatriarchy.com/2008/02/12/how-cheap-is-your-love/

 

Things I Would Rather Be Doing February 7, 2008

So, the Super Crazy Busy period of the year has passed us by, and the reorganization has not yet happened, so I am now in that time in my job – as I have been on many other occasions – where I do not have enough to keep me busy, but still have to look like I am busy 100% of the time.

 

Interestingly, since I went part time in July, my workload has increased, but not enough to fill the hours of my day.  I’m not entirely sure why I am doing way more than everyone else that works “full time”, yet still have a good chunk of the day to while away.

 

In an effort to look busy while sitting at my desk without the use of my forefinger and a nostril, here are the things I would be doing if I could go home when my work was finished instead of when the clocks says I can:

 

(1)   I started the Mother-in-Law’s sweater during lunch.  I am on the beginning of the third row, and have already messed it up.  I don’t know what it is about me that makes me unable to remember the difference between seed stitch and ribbing until I can actually see that I am ribbing instead of doing seed stitch.  I think that part of the problem is that I learned to knit from my grandma in kind of a half-assed way, and not properly.  I call things all the wrong things, and I tend to label the stitches by what I did to get them than by what they look like afterward.  Therefore, on a seed stitch when it tells me to knit the knits of the previous row, I knit the stitches that I knit the previous row, instead of the ones that will turn out like a “knit” stitch instead of what I call the “purl” stitch.  It’s all fucked up.  It’s almost like watching a lefty knit. 

 

(2)   Short of frogging the 230 stitiches of the sweater and starting over, which I will do at Caribou tonight while waiting for my beloved to be done with his allergy shots, I would take working on the present for Carla’s baby (which needs to be done in 16 short days, not that I’m counting) or casting on for Sarah’s baby (which needs to be done whenever it is that we finally decide her baby shower is going to be).

 

(3)   Already be waiting for my sweetie at Caribou. 

 

(4)   Figuring out more stuff on the knitting machine.  Last night my knitting group came over and they figured out how to set the thing up, but there are all sorts of attachments and do-hickeys and things that we can do with it.  I emailed the Textile Center to see if anyone would help us out (for a fee), and I can’t wait to get started on this one.  Baby blankets, here we come!

 

(5)   Taking a shower.  I slept in today, and I need one.

 

(6)   Starting work on our corn bags.  They are all cut, and with the purchase of pinking shears yesterday, I am ready to cut the labels and start sewing! 

 

(7)   Cutting out the quilt that I promised Jeff I’d make two years ago.  This keeps getting further and further down the pile.

 

(8)   Reading the book I got in the mail yesterday.  I am on track to make my reading goal this year!

 

(9)   Be hanging out with my girls.  I haven’t had enough social time lately, and I miss it.  Then again, I am deep enough in the February blahs to not want to get off my ass and do anything.

 

(10)                       Anything, really, as long as it doesn’t involve wasting my time!