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:



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!


I’ve been a bad, bad blogger

Filed under: crafty goodness,home life,knitting,work work work — Diana @ 12:58 pm

Forgive me, WordPress, for I have sinned.  It’s been more than three months since my last “real” blog entry.  Here are a few of the things that I have been doing in the real world instead of writing about them:

(1) Working like a crazy, crazy bitch.  The end of the year is always a mess around The Organization for Which I Am Employed, and this one was extra-special with the introduction of a new benefit that needed a lot of attention.  Yay, work.  The good news is that we are “restructuring” and as of March 1, I will never take another phone call!  Yay!!!  So, while not terribly interesting or fulfilling, my job at least is rising above the I’d Rather Slit My Wrists Than Be Here situation it was for the last year or so.

(2) Fucking holidays.  Need I say more?  I think that every year I hate Christmas more and more.  I hate the fakery of love, I hate how early it starts, and I hate that (for my family), it’s not about the things that’s important – it’s about giving and getting shit (not that there’s anything wrong with that – I got some great stuff!).  The best part of Christmas this year was that I did NO shopping beforehand.  I highly recommend it.  Since we were going to Ireland, I told everyone that they were getting their gifts after the trip.  Not only did that save me a ton of time shopping (which I don’t like), but I think that I was much more pleased with what I got everyone.   I think that this year I am going to embrace the Homemade Challenge and not buy anything pre-made for Xmas, if not for all holidays.  So much nicer.

(3) Going to Ireland!  My beloved and I spent two weeks in Ireland, driving all over the southern part and took the train to Dublin for a couple of days.  We took 1,799 pictures (you can see the short version here) and generally had a faboulous time.  It was really hard to go back to real life after that – not only because Ireland was so wonderful and I wanted someone to dismantle my house and send it and my animals to me there – but because Jeff and I actually enjoyed spending every moment together.  After that, now it seems like we never see each other.  😦

(4)  Starting a business.  Yep, K and I (mostly K) have finally come up with an idea to do something with that will hopefully, someday, free us from the constraints of regular employment.  We are making corn bags under our old business name of Epiphany, and are busily sewing like mad, and coming up with the makings of our FIRST CRAFT SHOW in March.  Yay, us!

(5) Trying to get knocked up.  I’m just not talking a whole lot about how that’s going, or any details of the manufacturing process, thank you very much.  Let’s just say that at this point, I have given up The Drink (except for when I have my period…might as well have SOMETHING to look forward to!) and am taking vitamins up the yin-yang.

(6) Speaking of babies, Carla and Sarah are both pregnant, and I’m not saying that I might be working on gifts for them, because that would totally take the surprise out of everything, but that might be the case.  In other crafty goodness news, today I am casting on my first sweater, for my mother-in-law’s birthday.  As I am pretty sure that she has never even heard of my blog, I think I am going to document the progress online.  If you could think happy crafty thoughts for me, I’d appreciate it.

(7) Getting a new kitty!  Boris needed a friend, so on Sunday Jeff and I went to our local Humane Society and became the new parents of Checkers, a 12-year-old tortoiseshell and white kitty.  She’s adorable, and snuggly, and SMALL – Boris runs about 15-17 pounds, and she’s under 7 right now.  Of course, HE is scared of HER.  Go, Boris.  Checkers has a cold (not uncommon for shelter kitties) and isn’t eating terribly well, so I’m picking up her old food for her (cheap supermarket stuff that I would never feed my babies) and see if I can get her eating again.


While I have not been actually blogging for a while, I have been thinking about blogging during that time.  When we were in Ireland, I was really wishing we had a lap top so I could write about the trip at night, and download the pictures we had taken during the day – I think it would have been a nice way to journal, and not been such a huge job when we got home.

Anywho, while thinking about blogging, the Tolstoy comment about all happy families being the same keeps coming back to me.  I mean, I started this blog as a way to talk about my horrible dates, and job, and friend fun stuff, but now I’m all old and shit, and settled into where I want to be…and I’m HAPPY.  And it’s boring to everyone else.  I mean, do you ever call up your friends and say, “Hey, just so you know, I am delighted to be alive.  I have enough money, food, shelter, a wonderful bunch of friends, I’m healthy, and things just couldn’t be better.”?  Of course not!

But maybe we should.  Maybe instead of writing about what I think will make a good blog entry, maybe I’ll just start writing about the dull old life that brings me such delight.

So, friends and readers:

I am delighted to be alive.

I have the best husband ever, and every day I am with him is the best day of my life.

I love my house, and I don’t hate my job.

We have enough money, enough food, and our house is in good shape.

My friends are wonderful and fill my life with joy.

I am experiencing better living through chemicals, and feel pretty good most days.

Life is good.

I am happy.


In Which She Finally Posts October 1, 2007

Filed under: home life,life in the city — Diana @ 9:41 am

I have been a bad, bad blogger, just giving you blog dumps and randomness. 


I have to say, that when we were finally able to look for a house, I didn’t want to tell anyone anything about the whole deal in case things fell through.  I hate, hate, hate getting all excited about something that doesn’t come to fruition, and I’d been on the New House ride for so long that I couldn’t believe that things were finally coming together.


So, here’s what happened:


At a KnittinKitten meeting at my place (pool/knitting party) I was in the pool with Jorie, who mentioned how much she loved our place, and wished she could live there.  “Really?” I said.  “You can!”  I told her how much I thought we’d ask for rent (which turned out to be $100 more than we actually did, cause I don’t keep track of that stuff, and Jeff does), and she thought it was a fine idea.  We both ran it past our boys, and decided on a date!


Holy crap!  That means that we need to look for somewhere to live!


Enter Trusty Matt, our realtor.  He started us looking at houses the day after our wedding reception, and we saw 20? 30? in three trips out.  There was one that we both loved – a bit more than we were hoping to pay, but we had pretty much settled on it.  We saw it one time…two times…and on the third time, I just wasn’t sure anymore.  I mean, I liked it, but the house just wasn’t “me”.


Of course, we’d be living there now if we hadn’t found The House.


On first blush, it wasn’t much to look at.  I skimmed the listing, but didn’t think much of it.


Until, I walked into the sun room.  With the built in bookcases.  Which I have always, always, always wanted.


Oh, and it had a fireplace.  And cool little closets.  And a porch in addition to the sun room.  And air conditioning.  And pretty much everything we wanted, for $30,000 less than the other house.


Hells yes, we bought it!


We had to get a home equity loan on the condo to get the down payment, and then get a mortgage on the house.  We were lucky – in the time between when we made an offer and locked in our interest rate, they both kept going down! 


We closed on September 19, moved on the 20th, and moved Jorie and Spencer into the condo on the 22nd.  (Ok, I’m acting like I had anything to do with that…it was all Jeff.  I was at the house with Julie and Bill, who kindly came over to fix my computer and have lunch, and Sarah and Dave, who kindly brought a lemon meringue pie that made me need a moment alone.)


We have been in the house for almost two weeks, and things are starting to come together.  It’s been fun to see all my stuff that’s been IN STORAGE and figure out where it goes in our new abode.  I’ve got the craft room/sun room pretty much put together, and the kitchen and dining room are almost there.  I organized all the books yesterday, and this Wednesday, my day off, is the Great Mopping.  We still don’t really have anywhere to sit….my parents are getting us chairs for either side of the fireplace (oh, that feels so good!) and we have a couple of free couches from relatives to choose from…we just have to decide. 


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m a homeowner!