Posted by Becky on December 6, 2009
One of the things I hate to do is puke and even worse is in a public bathroom duirng a friends special occassion. (We all went to dinner at Safire’s last night to celebrate Sandy’s 50th birthday)
But I must, on a scale from one to ten, puking at Safire’s scored a ten! The bathroom was clean, the floor was clean, there wasn’t a short hair to be found and they even had a private stall for the handicap. It was like a seperate room.
I did try and refrain from puking with breathing exercises and what not, but by the time the third person from our party came to check on me, I figured I better let ‘er rip. There is nothing worse than a hot wave of nausea accompanied by puking when you haven’t been snorting heroin. At least with heroin, once the puking is over the fun begins. But I digress.
John was a trooper he got me home in record time and Marty and Sandy treated us for dinner so we didn’t skip out on the bill, but hey…… I just might file that under my cap for future reference with one of my children.
I did get out of going to an engagement party today, so I got that going for me which is good. John made lasagna and he and Roger went. Joseph is at work so I actually have the house all to myself and it was blissfully quiet up until Darwin went down the ditch to the neighbors house and barked all morning at their pit bull. I heard a knock at the door and then it’s ” do you know anyone with a Beagle?” I wanted to respond with ” You fucking know that’s my dog you live one house over! So Darwin is on lockdown today and I take him out on the prison yard with a leash so he can take a leak. Poor Blue gets excited each time thinking we’re going for a walk.
So, I’m feeling all better now except my back is jacked up from puking. But Sandy, when I turn 50 you can hurl til your hearts content.
And if you can’t find a place to hang that thingamagig, John could use it as a testicle.
Posted by Becky on May 10, 2008
Tonight was date night with Sandy and Marty. John and Marty climbed on Sandy’s roof until we told them to get down it was time to go. John got his shorts all dirty up there and was extremely excited over “Possum poop’. We went to Masa’s for Sushi and then on to the new Old Town Studio and Gallery for David Rivas’ exhibit.
And who do we meet, but a woman who had on a sweater exactly like the one I got in Carpenterina and she was wearing a scarf exactly like one Sandy has and she had purses in her trunk that she sales! ( Lisa, you would have flipped!) She’s a professional personal shopper and I went to high school with her! What a small world. John and Marty thought we were buying drugs out of the back of a car and we were drooling over Prada’s and what not. Oh, she had the cutest Fossil bag. Anywho she’s opening up a store in Camarillo. Yeahhhhhhhhhhh. Now, John and Marty wish we were buying drugs out of the back of a car because we have her business cards with her phone number!
muwahahahah
We got to meet the new owners of the gallery and the previous owners were there for the transition. They were very sweet in thanking me for introducing them to David. David is such a wonderfully talented artist they would have come across him sooner or later on their own. There was quite a gathering and it is just wonderful to speak with people who are new to his art. They had wine, food, musicians and peanut M & M’s. I give them a five star rating for the M & M’s alone.
Posted by Becky on October 12, 2007
That was so surreal and bizarre that if you hadn’t been there in person you would never believe it? Me neither. But…. We had one hell of an adventure in Santa Monica while shopping for yarn.
Sandy, Lisa, Terry and I went on a road trip to Wild Fiber for some Koigu. Sandy was going to drive so we met up at her house. Terry forgot her knitting so she graciously volunteered to drive and off we go.
By the time we got to Wild Fiber, poor Terry is a nervous wreck from Lisa and myself hollering last minute directions from, where else, the back seat. Well, we were knitting and would look up at the last minute. We get to the front after a series of u-turns and cutting across driveways and Sandy had to parallel park. She is great at it, by the way.
I bought some koigu to make a baby jacket, some Socks that Rock to make a scarf from a free pattern from Natasha (the new owner) and some blue Baby Alpaca because apparently Lisa thinks I should be bathed in blue, so who am I to argue. I buy my stuff. Terry buys some stuff. Sandy rings her stuff up and decides to put something back on the shelf, sees the amount on the register and is SHOCKED at how much money some people will spend on yarn only to realize it was hers. OMG where’s my phone?
There is four of us and we made at least eight trips to the cash register. While I was waiting for them to ring up there cash and prizes I spotted this purse and had to have it. It was actually calling out to me or maybe I’m hearing voices. We got directions to go eat at a coffee shop owned by Bob Dylan, we go out to Terry’s car and she asks if someone will drive. Sandy volunteers, we get our bags put away and seated when Sandy turns the key to start the engine and the alarm goes off. The car wouldn’t start the alarm wouldn’t turn off. Lisa is suppose to be back by two to pickup her car. Sandy feels bad becasue she thinks she broke something. I’m wondering if it would be rude to return to the store and knit (where they have a/C) while they sort this out. So basically, all we needed at this point was a monkey and a football.
Terry decides to cut some wire and that didn’t work. I call John and he doesn’t answer the phone so I call my step-son and he thinks cutting wires probably isn’t a good idea. I walk across the street to a British car mechanic ( who si obvioulsy not British) and he directs me to a 76 Station. Get back to the car, Lisa gets hold of the dealer in Thousand Oaks on her cell, they walk Terry through a serious of locking and unlocking her doors and the car still won’t start and the alarm still won’t stop so they suggest she get towed. Egad!
Lisa and I walk up to the 76 Station, talk to “Hector” the mechanic, he seems extremely amused by our story and volunteers to take a look at the car for us. We walk back and Terry had HOT WIRED HER CAR! She’s like McGyver, only with yarn. How Terry knew how to hot wire a car I really didn’t want to pry, but I was extremely impressed.
We went to the 18 Street Coffee Shop, which had a great atmosphere, had some great food and planned a bank heist for next week.
It was a great adventure. Good times, Good times.
Posted by Becky on July 24, 2007
So, it is now day 3,496 that I have been held captive by my Central Park Hoodie. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but it sure seems like it. Not only did I screw up on the cables on the front panels the first time, but the second round I neglected to change my needle from a 6 to 8 after I ripped it out again. So, I have now ripped it out for a third time and we will just see what blond moment I have next. I’m not even going to jinx it by showing a progress pictures.
But I will share the lovely yarn that arrived today. It is called Sea Silk and it is just beautiful and they sent the nicest card along with it. I bought it online at Knit-Purl I have no idea what I will knit yet, most likely a shawl, but it is so soft.
I was pleasantly surprised to have Jacob “fruit of my looms” stay the night and his pets sure were ever so glad to see him again. Both pets use to sleep with him when he lived at home. So, to get you up to speed, he’s no longer working in the meat department in the Valley. He is now an apprentice in the Carpenter’s Union and he’s working at the Oaks. So it’s closer from here than the valley to drive. And I happen to have stuff to make sandwiches in my refrigerator. (See this is why every time they move out I fill a room with yarn)
This kid changes jobs like I buy yarn. I can’t keep up with him anymore. Oh to be young and adventurous again. Wait! I was adventurous last Friday when Sandy, Sophia and I and went to Adventures for Kids and we each got a copy of the new Harry Potter book.
It sure was great to be in an independent book store again.
Okay, Miss Sophia, I updated my blog. Tag, you’re it!
Posted by Becky on June 21, 2007
So the day starts out with work as usual. Mom calls and she doesn’t need to go to the doctor after all. (she hurt her back a week ago vacuuming) So since the shop is shut down I asked to leave early and met up with Sandy and Sophia for an adventure in shopping. I explained to my boss that it was a knitting emergency and surprisingly he understood and let me go. He’s so cool.
We made it to BB’s unscathed and believe me there were some crazy drivers out today (NOT COUNTING SANDY. I’m kidding! I will travel anywhere with her) we shopped until we dropped. I convinced Sandy to park at the Coffee Bean and then we Jay walked to BB’s! We were breaking the law people. I am such a bad influence. We ate somewhere in Summerland that Sophia suggested and I had a delicious burger and onion rings.
Then we went on to Ventura to knit at AFY. We took a detour and showed Sandy some of the finer camp sites in Ventura and then we ended up at Palermo’s. I can’t even begin to explain how hilarious trying to find a parking spot was or why. Perhpas I was giddy from all the shopping. We came across a store that sales nothing but stuff form Ireland. I bought John a beautiful cabled sweater to surprise him with before I told him how much I spent at BB’s. I’m kidding. I snuck the yarn in while he was in the shower and have insulated my yarn room with it. We made it to AFI and were so excited to be there that we almost left the car running and walked away. I got the cutest little purse and MORE YARN!
The conversation at AFY was quite racy this week. We discussed irons, steamers, vacuums, (Dyson versus Windtunnel) Christa’s trip to Germany and the hightlight was Laura called and filled us in on her andventures at school. It was all quite heady stuff. I was so mentally exhasted I had to pass on Mimi’s and go home. Plus, Jacob wanted me to e-mail him his resume from a disc. I took Jacob to Palermo’s and we sang along with System of a Down on my new stereo.
“Dreaming of screaming
someone kick me out of my mind
I hate these thoughts I can deny”
And then Jacob took a picture of me with my loot and he told me he thinks I am DE AGING! Is that not the sweetest thing you ever heard? Maybe he’s planning on blackmailing me with it at a later date.
Posted by Becky on May 17, 2007
So, I’m on my way to the gas station on my lunch hour, minding my own business and I run out of diesel. Ironically, I had told my boss before I left I was taking a long lunch. I had no idea. So, after I panicked, I called AAA, my boss, my husband (I get his voice mail) and my purchasing manager, (who is a race car driver), in that order.
AAA advised me they will be here in thirty minutes, and since I never miss an opportunity to knit, guess what I did? Exactly. I had all the stuff to knit myself a blanket, if need be. So, I’m knitting while blocking traffic, getting the darndest glares and my phone rings and the Tow Truck driver can’t find me. Are you sure you’re on Rice? Yes, I’m in front of Big T’s Freightlines. Okay, I may have ran out of diesel, but I know where the hell I am.
The tow truck drivers shows up and I explain to him I was on my way to the gas station and I think I might have run out of diesel and he lectures me. Nervy little bastard. ” Lady,” he says, “do you know what you have to do when you run out of diesel?” “Yes”, I say, “you have to prime the engine (I had just learned that from my purchasing manager btw.)which is why I have AAA.” He was not amused. So he tells me I’ll tow you where ever you want to go, but the gas station up the road is out of business and I’m not priming your engine. So, I decide he should tow me home as my husband has no problem priming my engine so I’m sure he can fix the diesel.
He got my truck ready to be towed. I look at the truck through the rear window and I am reminded that John and I were married in this truck at the drive thru in Vegas which reminds me that John and Sandy share the same birthday. Which makes me think, “I wonder what Sandy is doing?” So, I call Sandy from the cab of the truck and tell her what happened. We both agree Oy’ vey what a day we’re having and agree we should go knit, IMMEDIATLEY.
On the drive home the tow truck driver and I are talking, because as my brother always said, I would talk to a serial killer if I were standing next to him in line. He tells me about the decline of gas stations and how no one knows how to work on a car much less a diesel engine. He tells me about his friend, Leo, who worked as a mechanic for 20 years and now the gas station where Leo worked isn’t going to have mechanics because they are being foreced to put in a small store. I ask, “Is it Leo from the Chevron on Hemlock and Victoria?” And it is! What a small world.
I make it home, Sandy picks me up and we’re off for another adventure.
Posted by Becky on April 1, 2007
I can’t believe I just said that, but I”m exhausted and I need to get back to work so I can get some rest.
Saturday, Sandy, Marty, Paris and I went to the opening of the Camarillo Library and it was a blast. There were pirates, cookies, a sunken ship, cookies, women dressed up as female authors and cookies! I used one of the fifty new computers to sign up for a Camarillo Library Card. I still have my Oxnard one, though. There were a number of Children’s author’s there performing book signings. So, I bought a few for some special little ones.
Then I came home and had a brain storm. I decided to alphabetize all 292 DVD’s and place them into albums so I could utilize the book shelves for books. I went to Best Buy and bought Case Logic binders and I freed up six shelves and John about had a fit when he came home. But I’m running out of book space. I have six book cases and they are bursting at the seams. I am an admited bibliophile and he knew that when he married me. So, I don’t want to hear any whinning!
Then I wound sock yarn until late at night and placed it in the CD tower that I don’t need now that I have an iPod. The blue yarn on the very top was a gift from Sandy.
Today I went to Ikia with Sandy, Marty and Paris for the first time. I got a French press and this cool sheepskin rug for Hank to sleep on. Oh, and I managed to finished one sock out of Jitterbug which I was very excited to use until I found a knot it in. I hate that! There should be no knots in yarn. I think I ‘ll start a coalition.
Luckily, Beatriz was there that night and advised me on how to weave in the ends.
So, as you can see I’ve had a busy weekend and I need a nap.
Posted by Becky on September 26, 2006
So tonight Sandy drove us to Hollywood to get our Knit 2 Together books signed by Mel Clark and Tracy Ullman. We had already purchased our books at Mels’ store, but it was fun to go to Hollywood. And anytime Sandy and I get together it’s a laugh-fest that the rest of the motorist population is not amused by.
But I have to tell you about this guy sitting in the back during the book reading. I swear he was a cross between Stephen Hawkins and a heckler with Turrets Syndrome. He would pop off with the strangest string of words strung together and start laughing and then I was laughing so hard I was crying. People were staring like I was crazy. I should have known something was up when they had us sitting in the sports section. He would mumble something, say “degenerates” then write in a book. Later Sandy asked “what was he saying about Ellen?”
So, we got in line and had our books signed (that we bought at Mel’s store) joked with Tracy about Mental Illness and then asked Mel if in her next book she would be so kind as to put in some recipes for scones or at the very least teach us American’s how to make a decent spot of tea.
Met some more knitters and Sandy met a knitter with an Akita. Just like Jack. There was a fellow knitter sitting next to me during the reading and his name is Dave and Sandy and I visited with him over coffee after the reading. He is an amazing knitter. The sweater he had on was gorgerous. The color scheme umbelievable and he knit it in the round and then cut it. If he ever gives lessons I am definitely signing up.
Dave and Sandy were sitting there talking about things like New York, Habu and advertising and I’m looking for my needle that turns out to stuck behind my ear. Same place I always lose my pens.
I have a feeling that’s how the heckler with turrets sydrome started out.
