We are home, and glad to be so.  It’s a lot of fun to visit family and friends, but it is also very, very nice to be home.  We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, and are so far past tired that we are approaching it from the other side (whatever that means).

Traffic was decent, but not insane.  The weather was fairly cooperative for the drive home, and there is nowhere near the 10+ inches of snow on the ground that we were hearing about this morning.  In fact, I don’t think there is any at the moment.  Tomorrow is another matter though.

We are tired.  Did I mention that?

Oh, and I think that if we try to put Miriam in the car seat again, she will run away.  Seriously.

Love and hugs to all.  Hope I didn’t miss anything too important over the last week.  I’ll try to get caught up, but it may take a while.  For now, I’m off to bed.

I was working on dinner last night. Wait, no. DH and I were both working on dinner.  We were making tacos. Miriam was already in the highchair, and we were getting things ready to go out to the table.  Guacamole, check. Lettuce, check. Salsa, still in the fridge, let me grab it.

Yes, we eat Gringo tacos.  We are Gringos, so it’s okay.

I opened up the fridge to grab the jar of salsa, and then was suddenly seeing stars. Lots of stars. Oh, and pretty birdies too. They were dancing with the stars.  Hey, isn’t that the name of a t.v. show these days?

I was telling a story, right.

So, stars. And birdies. Then a “thunk”. There is a glass vase on the floor at my feet.  Wait a second. Doesn’t that vase live on top of the fridge for when my darling husband buys me flowers?  Yeah, it does.

So why is it on the floor?

DH started laughing, and quickly stopped himself when he saw my dazed expresion.

Apparently, the vase fell off the fridge, bounced off my skull, and then landed safely on the floor.

I got quite the headache. This morning there is a pretty lump, and still a headache.

Somebody come pamper me today.

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I’ve been feeling poorly for a while now.  Mostly, I’ve credited it to being pregnant and having a cold, but yesterday things went from bad to worse, so I made a doctors appointment.  It’s a good thing I did.  Turns out I have strep throat.  So, now I’m on some heavy duty antibiotics and the doc said I should rest and take it easy.  I reminded him that I have a 7 month old.  He said to try anyway.

On my way out of the office, I fell off the curb, ’cause I’m elegant like that, and couldn’t get up right away.  After a few moments of feeling completely ridiculous, I managed to heft my carcass up off the asphalt, swallowed my pride, and went back into the doctor’s office.

The nurse cleaned up my knee and gave me a kick-ass bandaid and gave me strict orders to go home and rest.

I went to walgreens, filled my ’script, and came home.

Jason, who is working from home today, cleaned up my knee again and gave me a new bandaid as I had bled through the first one in the 45 minutes I waited at walgreens for my 7 little pills.

So, now I’m sitting here with my leg elevated, and an icepack on my knee.  My toes are swollen, and my knee hurts like hell.  I can’t even bend my knee without help.

My throat hurts, my ear hurts, my knee hurts, I’m sick, and I feel like the most pathetic person on the planet.

Oh, and Jason popped in a movie for me: Fantastic 4 and the Silver Surfer.  My day just keeps getting better and better.

Even though he has to leave for work at Oh My Gawd It’s Early o’clock in the morning, my darling husband made a fresh pot of coffee for me.

He’s the best!

I’ve never been a person to read one book at a time. I usually have at least three going at any particular moment.

Early early this morning, while I was nursing the babe, I happened to glance at the book I have for myself on the table next to the nursing chair, Lonely Werewolf Girl. I was reading the back cover blurb, and happened to notice that at the bottom, it says “Martin Millar is the author of 7 books, including The Good Fairies of New York.”

“How odd” I thought. Why would the back blurb list the book itself? That didn’t make any sense to me. After all, I’m on chapter 20 of The Good Fairies of New York.

Then it dawned on me. I’m reading The Good Fairies of New York downstairs, and Lonely Werewolf Girl upstairs!

I guess that makes me a fan of Millar.

This is love. I’m sure I mentioned the elephant, well as you can see, he is complete, and well loved already. The pattern is Elijah by Ysolda Teague, but as Miriam has an Uncle Eli, we’re going to have to come up with a new name. I’m thinking Olie, what do you think?

I think he looks like an Olie, but maybe you have a better name idea. I’m sure that eventually Miri will come up with a new name, probably something quite original like Mr. Elephant, or Thomas; but in the meantime the elephant needs a name. So, help me out here!

The elephant was completed in plenty of time to meet Yarn Harlot, and the plan was to have Miriam in the Passover Dress, and take along the elephant to show off. Well, it all made it into the diaper bag, but I never got around to changing her clothes or bringing the toy out.

There was no disappointment though. Yarn Harlot finally made it to Chicago, and she was well worth the wait. She was charming, and funny, as we all expected, but she also came and hung out with us at Nana’s Knit, which was just the surprise of the day! That woman can knit. If you’ve never seen Irish Cottage Knitting, you need to find someone to watch. Wow. I’m never going to feel accomplished with the speed of my knitting again. Her needles just fly! I’ve never seen anything quite like it. The right needle is stationary under her arm, and the left does all the work, while her right hand “Vanna’s” and looks like it is presenting. I can’t explain it any better, but just wow.

South Suburban Stitch ‘n Bitch had a wonderful time, and will probably be talking about Harlot Day for weeks to come. Especially as we are all starting the same project.

Yup, we’re having a knit-along. Nine women decided yesterday that Windmill Berets will be ours, come heck or high water (which with the weather is not at all unlikely). It’s amazing to me the different yarn combinations we selected. I’ll post pictures as we go along, but I think these will all be beautiful.

Storms coming, so I’m going to end this disjointed stream of consciousness post with a quick sum-up. Miriam loves the elephant, we all love the Harlot, the Harlot loves babies, I love completed projects, and I love my friends who are all sheep, just like me, and caught the Windmill Beret bug.

Everyone needs a little bit of Muppets in their life.

I would say that it is snowing, but snow usually falls down from above.  This morning, it is more swirling around and around and around.  In fact, at the moment, it looks more like the snow is trying to rise back up to the clouds.

Very odd.