August 02, 2008


AirForceWife left a comment yesterday that reminded me that I haven't even told you the worst part of the wedding afghan knitting. My husband and I are ridiculous cheapskates. It's 90-95° around here most days, and we keep the thermostat at 80°. Yep, if you can't take the heat, don't come to my house. And I'm proud to say that our July electric bill was a mere $92. But...I do my knitting in the room above the garage, so when the rest of the house is 80°, the room I knit in is about 83°. Thus I sit, with an afghan on my lap, knitting in my own little sweatshop.

How I just long to work on a sock in this weather...

Oh, and here's something that absolutely none of you will be interested in hearing. Last night I had a dream I was playing beach volleyball against Dick Cheney. Nice, huh? Also, I was pregnant, but instead of carrying the fetus in my stomach, I opted to carry it in a backpack. No, I am not making that up; in my dream, I pushed aside a forming baby to try to find my cell phone in my bag. And then I went to the hospital with the woman who taught me to knit and Erin. Erin and I shared lunch: a loaf of italian bread filled with a footlong hotdog and chili mac. (Happy birthday, Erin; hope you like crap.) And the Soldiers Angels were there in the cafeteria -- I know I recognized MaryAnn -- playing cards and waiting to be summoned like Batman.

And that was totally pointless for me to type, but it made me laugh. Dick Cheney...a backpack baby...snort.

Anyway, can you tell I'm in a better mood today than I usually am?'s my husband's birthday today. As long as I'm in a silly mood, I thought I'd share a picture of me from the year my husband turned 22.


Happy birthday, husband. I hope your day started out as giggly as mine did.

Posted by Sarah at August 2, 2008 10:08 AM | TrackBack

And the Soldiers Angels were there in the cafeteria -- I know I recognized MaryAnn -- playing cards and waiting to be summoned like Batman.

LOL! I love it. That is so cool that your mind had that perspective. :D

Posted by: FbL at August 2, 2008 10:37 AM

I just read your 100 Things. Truly fasinating.
I am 43 and have lived 2 places, barely speak english, (can't spell it) rarly eat anything weird unless I have been drinking, and not really evan then, unless you count peanut butter capin crunch and chocolate milk. (lame)
The night before last I dreamed their were eggs attached to my but cheeks and last night i dreamed i was laying a gerney with Dean Martin and he, shall we say, touched me inappropriatly.

Posted by: Wendy at August 2, 2008 11:01 AM

Ooo. You'd better bring long johns when you come to my house. We like to hang meat in our living room...just for fun. :)

Posted by: Guard Wfe at August 2, 2008 04:48 PM

You definitely beat me in the electric bill department. Ours was $130 for the month of July.

Volleyball with Dick Cheney? Sarah, one thing we can certainly say about you is that your thought processes are absolutely unique!

Posted by: airforcewife at August 2, 2008 07:03 PM

Just reading the MaryAnn description, I KNEW where the link was going...:)

Posted by: Semper Fi Wife at August 4, 2008 10:07 AM

OMG that was laugh out loud funny. I whipped though my DH's bootcamp afghan (7'x5' hdc log cabin single piece bastard) in the middle of last summer as well. I loved lugging around a parka throughout the summer because I promised him the thing. Have you ever seen where I promise to not create larger than a baby blanket after that? You impress me. I'll stick to miniature!

Posted by: Darla at August 9, 2008 10:12 AM