Today was the greatest…

Actually today wasn’t half bad. I went to Damon’s and watched something… what was it? Oh yeah, maybe you’ve heard there was an inauguration today:

My pictures came out weird so you get a weird picture. It was neat, I mean how often do you get to watch a seemingly cool dude get sworn into office and get potato skins at the same time? That’s not an every day occurence around here, let me tell you. As a random aside though; I think Michelle Obama is a gorgeous woman but that dress that all the correspondents were frothing at the mouth for was doing nothing for me. Also, people need to stop saying she’s the “next Jackie O.” because she’s not, she’s Michelle O., so just call her that.

The other day I went and looked at some frozen waterfalls and I thought I’d share with you my favorite pictures from that excursion. So here they are!

Also a random icicile that wanted to be preserved on film before it’s untimely demise:

It’s wonderful knowing people who open your eyes to such beautiful things that are right in your own backyard. Because of Betty I think my Project 365 looks a million times cooler than when I just sit around and take pictures of my cat:

Hey! Did you notice that I got an actual header for my blog now? I know nobody goes to blogs or websites if they don’t have to or whatever but you should definitely check it out and tell me what you think!! I actually really want to get the flaming ball of yarn carnage as a tattoo… Thanks to Crystal, as always, for her tireless effort.

January is a jerk

Or is February worse? Either way, most people will agree, January: get outta my grill. Unless you’re one of those people who gets really excited at even the *thought* of snow. Then more power to you; if you live where I live you’re getting a ton of your favorite thing today. Snow can be a good time… especially when you don’t have to drive anywhere. But when two snowflakes completely shut down your entire city… even though they should be prepared for this sort of thing… because it snows every freaking winter and what the eff, well yeah snow can get a little lame. January is the bringer of snow and by proxy is lame. Somebody give me an honorary degree in awesome because I can put stuff like that together in such a coherent and down to earth sort of way.

Did I mention that January brings out the bitch in me? Also, it makes my hair frizzy and I hate that! Like, seriously! I think I’m actually calling this month out for making me a frizzy haired beeeyotch.

In other news, did I tell you that I got new glasses? Most of you have seen me wearing them and probably didn’t say anything because you’re wangsters. Or maybe you felt obligated to say something nice about them because I threatened to cut you. Either way, here’s a weird picture of me holding them.

Well the other day I actually went crazy, absolutely lost my mind and got contacts.

This ridiculous picture was made possible through contacts. Otherwise I can’t take a picture, good, crazy, or any really without my glasses on. I will completely disintegrate. Okay, that’s not true. There was a picture taken of me once with them off… it was my school picture from 10th grade and it was terrifying. My mom usually gave people my school picture, even when they were stupid looking. I’ve taken some incredibly horrible school pictures. However the one in 10th grade was so heinous that even she agreed and let me hide them somewhere far away from human consumption. The next day most of her hair had turned gray. Okay, that last part was a lie but they were pretty awful.

So yeah, contacts for convenience and so far they are the opposite of that and I’m thinking… maybe I don’t want them so much. Especially since they cost about a billion dollars to order a six month supply. I don’t want them for hottie purposes. Without my glasses on all I can focus on is how fat my face looks. I just want to be able to buy terrible sunglasses and wear them. Or go to a water park and not have to wait until they close because I lost my glasses and they got wedged underneath a stone somehow on one of the slides and the guards can’t dive for them until everyone has left… Wait, what?

Uh, suck it.

Yeah, I really am a slow knitter. People are out there flying through blankets and sweaters. Well I’m not one of those punks. Because while they’re doing a sweater every month or something ri-damn-diculous like that, I’m staring into space thinking, wait, shouldn’t I be working on something? Then when I do start knitting I get distracted by what Netflix has sent me. Especially now that I can watch 30 Rock whenever I feel like it and watch Tracy Jordan drop truth bombs on everyone.

Oh snapple! This is my America’s Next Top Model pose. Also known as my “don’t judge me too hard people, I’m doing this for free” pose. Should I be trying this vest on when it’s for Heather? Probably not, I’m sure my pudgeyness is bending it all sorts of out of shape. Huh, that’s weird, my computers dictionary usually underlines words like didn’t and won’t but it’s saying that pudgeyness is a totally fine word.

Anyways, I fought all kinds of battles with this vest. First it broke one of my needles. Then the measurements were all kinds of wonk and I had to rip out all the ribbing and go back and add a crap ton of inches to the length. However, I was in the end VICTORIOUS. Even if it did take me as much time as it takes these fast knitters to make a sweater… and I made a vest which omits sleeves. Whatever, it’s a new year so la la la la la I can’t hear you. Because this vest is shouting how awesome it is.

Yes, I am this lumpy IRL.

So yeah, go out and knit one for yourself. The construtcion is genius, as pretty much everything Wendy Bernard does is… however that woman must have a midgets torso. I’m convinced she’s so small she can fit in a teacup.

Also this cashemerino is like a dream. It was totally worth all the mathmatical aggravation and futzing to use it. For reals. For reallys. I mean it, for serious guys.

Happy New Years!

Who rocks the party that rocks the body?

We rock the party. By playing Taboo. I hope everyone had a wonderful New Years.

I’m not gonna lie, 2008 was a pretty mixed bag. Both great and terrible things happened. I don’t talk a lot about the details of my life on here and that’s probably a good thing for everyone involved. Still, things definitely happen for a reason and sometimes we need other people to help us understand those reasons. What I’m saying in a roundabout way is that 2008 didn’t suck completely. I’m pretty weary of 2009 but I’m not about to welsh out on it. So here’s to 2009 being better than just not sucking, here’s to 2009 being the year of the asskicker.

I already started it out right with some sweet friend time and rockin’ fun board game action. Then after I slept a few hours it was time to hike. Which was great because now I can start Project 365. So thanks for planning and taking care of everything Betty.

We got to do an offroad rugged hike today. It felt amazing!

Sometimes it hurts knowing people this metal/awesome.