Day: May 8, 2011

I finished this a while back but couldn’t post it until my swap partner received it.
I hope she enjoys it.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the Moms in my life!
I hope it’s a beautiful day for you.

Not 100% sure how I feel about this one. It ended up deeper, longer than I expected. I will wear it out today and see how it wraps & stays around my neck.
The other thing is that I ran out of yarn before I could do the last 2 edging rows. So freakin sad! They make the shawl! And the tassles. Oh well, I think I will like it anyways.

Starbucks’ Trenta: Everything You Need to Know About the 31-Ounce Cup.

All I can say is Holey Moley.

Wish I had a Starbucks here! Or somewhere close. And not in a Fred Meyer store with a Fred Meyer employee as the barista. Can’t even try a drink there I am so scared of what the shots would taste like.

Ah well, someday I will travel to where there is a real coffee house again.

Someone go out and get a Trenta, sugar free vanilla, 2%, extra shot for me. Please?!?!

He would have turned 36 a few days ago. It has been over 6 years since he passed away and over 7 years since I saw him last.
I think about him a lot in December, both of our birthdays and the holidays. He has a daughter that will never know what a beautiful man he was. Funny, sensitive, strong, so caring. I loved him like a brother and miss him. I don’t think I have ever mentioned him here before. It’s a quiet grief I carry. I never have trouble seeing his face and hearing his voice, his laugh. I love that, it brings me comfort.
Once, when we were about 17, he was at our house in Pollock Pines and we were jumping on the trampoline (yes, we were often ridiculously immature), he decided he could do a front flip. Andy was at least 6’4″ tall. I wondered how he would get all that length tucked and around. He did. He went so high and tight that he went way over the side and landed on his head on the gravel. Knocked him out, I was thanking God I was working on the ambulance going through the medical ROP program so I could do CPR in case he was dying. His eyes popped open and after a second of unbelief we started laughing maniacally. Then we got on our mountain bikes and rode trails for a couple of hours.
We spent more time together on our mountain bikes, in our trucks offroad, at his house listening to music. Even in college I would leave work late at night, drive to his house in old town Sac and stay up most of the night listening to music, laying on his bed talking and laughing.
He was always a protector. He would tell me a boyfriend was cheating, he was right. He would tell me I was being stupid about something, he was right. His gut instincts about me were always spot on. From our sophmore year in high school until I got married he was my rock. I always knew he was where I could go.
Maybe that is why now I miss him so often.
He did the music at our wedding. He wanted me to walk down the aisle to Punk Rock Girl but my husband didn’t think that was a good idea, I shrugged it off and went traditional.
I didn’t spend much time with him that day and after I was married it was hard to have a man as a best friend when I had a partner, another half. We drifted apart. We would talk on the phone every so often but it wasn’t the same.
About a year and a half before he died, we were living in Placerville and he and his wife and baby girl were living in Pollock Pines and we were able to have more contact but not much. Not as much as we both wanted. Spouses came first as well as their wishes. Our spouses weren’t jealous I don’t think. But they weren’t okay with us being friends either. Even as couples it didn’t work out.
That made me more angry than sad, especially after Andy died. He was my friend, I should have had the right to have him in my life. I missed out, my kids missed out on ever getting to know him and his family.
I couldn’t make it to his funeral. His wife Mary called me the day after he died, I was on my way to knitting when we did a once a month Meetup group at Muddy Waters (old school SBKnitters will know what I am talking about, I do believe it was the night the guy had the GodBox there performing, whatever).
I had time to get to Placerville for the funeral but there were circumstances that kept me from going. I am angry over that too but wonder if there was some other reason I wasn’t supposed to go. I remember what I was wearing, where I was at in my car (before the no cell phone while driving law). It was a horrible moment that I pretty much immediately internalized. I told George, I told Tracy. Noone else. We never really had mutual friends, he had his and I had mine without them ever overlapping really. Seems odd now but it worked well for us.
I didn’t keep in touch with his wife and daughter or his dad after the first set of holidays. I feel bad about that, I think of them often.
I miss Andrew. I feel he’s always been at peace. He was an amazing man that I love still. Friends like Andy only come along once in a lifetime, I was blessed to have had him.
Now I will go laugh, cry and listen to Nine Inch Nails.

P. S. Someday I will tell you about trying to make me a fake ID so I could go to a show that was 21 one over. Funniest fuckin’ night ever…. well maybe just to us…

What a beautiful fall wedding! Outside, a gift of rain and just a hint of falling wind in the willows.
Congratulations to the beautiful couple!!

I love, love this new issue coming out.
There are a few that I can’t wait to read the pattern;  The Petal Halter, The Sweet Tee, The Net Duffel Bag, The Saroise Shawl, The Whisper Cardigan & The Zickzack Tunic (mostly for the name ;o))
Check it out!

SMS 411: How to send email to a phone.
I love text messaging so I thought it was pertinent to find out every carriers sms code to send messages to my friends phones by emailing them from my computer. It bypasses having to go to the individuals cell carrier website and do it from there.
Easy-peasy!