Runaway October

I received some amaz­ing news yesterday!

Unfor­tu­nately I can’t really say yet, but I can say that it means I’ll have more rea­sons to blog soon. Not that I don’t now.

It’s been so beau­ti­ful in lit­tle Queen Creek lately. Just warm enough to stay out­side, but cool enough to debate a jacket. For Pete’s Sake, I even cleaned my exte­rior porch and garage lights today because I wanted to stay out­side so bad. AND! We cleaned the garage yes­ter­day. Go me! (And thanks bunches Dad. He’s a great packer.)

The boys have redis­cov­ered side­walk chalk. I would have taken a pic­ture of my chalk cov­ered kids and dog, but D’s in the potty. He told me he’d be out in 3 hours. I’m not wait­ing on that, because, well, he’s prob­a­bly right.

Stay tuned for the great news, which is about 3 weeks off. But you can pre­tend that it could be any minute and keep check­ing back obses­sively. Or you can guess what it is in the com­ments. No fair giv­ing it away if you already know though.

And no, there’s no need to start cro­chet­ing, as my Grandma asked. I’m not preg­nant. As far as I know. And I should know. Hopefully.

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I’ve been work­ing on this blan­ket for awhile now and while I’m pleased at how it’s turn­ing out I’m not pleased with the ten­sion issues I’ve been hav­ing. I also hate to admit it but I found not one but TWO dropped stitches and they’re quite a few rounds back. I’m con­tem­plat­ing frog­ging the whole thing and start­ing over. I think I would prob­a­bly cry while doing it, but I really need to reeval­u­ate my gauge again.

I just hate to use a larger hook because that means larger holes in the throw right? I hate that — makes it too drafty. Actu­ally I just looked back and it seems I may be using too big of a hook already?!

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In other sad news, it’s gonna cost us quite a mint to get the car repaired and the bank has decided not to help us with that as half of our income (mine) is gone. It looks like I’m gonna have to give up all the crafts and fancy recipes again for awhile. I just wish there was some­thing I could do at home with­out becom­ing the Evil­StressQueen of Har­well Street. I wish I was like Dooce and could get paid for each of the mil­lions of read­ers I have. Haha. Nev­er­mind, I think I have 3 but I love you all!