Thursday, July 07, 2011

Baby Chucky

OK, in yet another example of how twisted the senses of humor are in our family...
Went to my parents' house to visit a few weeks ago, and sitting on the recliner was this lit
tle baby doll. The thing had white hair and a sewn-on face, but I swear, it looked like a baby Chucky. My parents had bought it at a yard sale thinking the same thing and hoping to freak me out (can you feel the love, people?). Well, Chucky doesn't freak me out (not to say I want to cuddle him tight while I sleep, mind you), but dolls -do- freak Mark out. bwahahahahahaha (can you see where this is headed?)

SO. I brought the doll home, originally intending to dye its hair red and make him a little pair of overalls. Well, as it turned out, I didn't get to that. Further, turns out I didn't need to. :D

One night Mark and I were sitting up late talking and I remembered Baby Chucky, who was still in a bag in the car. I went out to get him, brought him back behind my back, and had Mark close his eyes. Then when he opened his eyes, Baby Chucky was about a foot from his face.

He was all "UGH!" and freaked out a bit. He grabbed the doll and chucked it (lol) across the room. I went over and got it and scolded him that he couldn't be mean to the doll like that. *grin* A little while later we were ready to shut the house down and go to bed, and Mark looked at the doll, grabbed it and threw it behind the couch, thought about it a second, got it back out, and brought it in the dining room. We had a chest cooler in there from a trip to the park earlier, and he opened the cooler, put Baby Chucky in, closed the cooler. Then he thought about it, and took the -vacuum cleaner- and put it on top of the cooler. Only then did he feel comfortable going to bed. I was laughing my ass off. :)

Next morning, Kira wanted to know why the vacuum cleaner was on top of the cooler so I briefly explained. Then I had to go to an appointment, so I left. Mark was still sleeping.


I came back to find out that Kira had gotten a little creative. While Mark was sleeping, she took Baby Chucky into his room.

She pinned the doll to fishing line that was duct-taped to the ceiling, and as you can see she gave him a weapon...duct-taped a screwdriver into his hands.

She put this on the announcement board downstairs:

And then just for a little something extra, when he came downstairs, she was back-to, but when she turned around, he saw this:

(he's also freaked out by clowns)

In retaliation, he put Baby Chucky under her bed pillows that night. Which apparently did not freak her out, but she put him in -his- room under the covers.

And Baby Chucky has not been seen since. mk

Sunday, July 03, 2011

Knit One,, pretty much just knit one

While the kids were gone on their vacation to Disney with their father, I was able to take advantage of some free time to join Brenda on a multi-day sail. Boarded on Monday morning (the rest of the passengers spent Sunday night on board while the boat was docked), got home Thursday.

This was one of Brenda's Knitting Cruises, which I had never been on and had never been of particular interest, as I didn't knit. (Not the sailing part. ALWAYS love the sailing part)

Well. Guess what I learned how to do!

Yep. Knit. I know how to cast on two different ways (my preferred method is to knit-cast on) and I can knit. I haven't learned how to perl, but as it's apparently just the reverse of knit, I think I'll pick it up fairly quickly. Eventually. Brenda taught me how to bind off, which I'll need a refresher course on when I finish one of the projects I'm working on.

Yes. I said 'one of.' You know me, people, I don't do things half-way. I have two different projects I'm working on at the moment. One is one I started on board. Knitters are very generous people who love to see new people catch the fever, so I was gifted with two skeins of yarn, one silver grey and another eggplant purple, as well as a pair of wooden size 10 needles. That's in addition to the ball of yarn I received as a "porthole prize" and which I used to learn. It was a very thin cotton, which apparently is rather a tricky yarn to begin on, and is not forgiving of mistakes, so the little piece I knitted shows where I dropped stitches, etc. But hey, it's the first thing I did, so I like it.

I started using the grey to maybe make a scarf, then I woke up the next morning wondering what would happen if I used both yarns at the same time. Asked one of the knitters, Hope (who also taught me how to knit, along with Ann, who gave me tips later), and she grinned and said I was definitely a knitter when I start wondering things like that, and that of course I could use two yarns, it would make a marled effect. So I pulled apart the silver and re-started with the silver and eggplant together. It's gorgeous. I'm thinking now that instead of a scarf it's going to be a Kindle carrier. We'll see.

Of course, as soon as I got on land, I had to get some of my own gear. And naturally, I can't just go get -one- set of needles and a skein of yarn. So now I have...ahem...eighteen skeins. And like six pairs of needles in different sizes, including one pair of rounds. Plus some accessories.

And I know I won't stop there. For example, I already know I need a different set of rounds. I have 10/29, and I need 10/16 to make a hat. There's apparently some technique called "Magic Loop" that would mean I could just use the 29's, but...ok, stop me now.

The second project is using one of the skeins I picked up after the sail. It's a fuzzy yarn in white, blue, and bright green. Planning to have it as a scarf for Kira.

I really want to start a hat, but I'm forcing myself to finish at least one of these projects before I start. :D

I think I hear my yarn calling to me right