Leaving on a jet plane...

Alright. So, mostly everything is packed, my last load of underwear is in the dryer. Just in case I get hit by a bus, y'know?
I'm pretty excited. But nervous.
Finished the Punk Rock Backpack.
Pictures you say?
Yes, there's pictures.
Ready?
So, here's the back of the...er...backpack, as modelled by my younger sister. In Debbie's book, it's the bunny rabbit backpack that has the diabolical rasied eyebrow. But we decided that it would look really cool on the monkey. And did it that way.
We picked a really interesting fabric for the lining. Originally, I was thinking something orange, but we figured that the bright lime green with the dots looked really cool. Kind of like...clashy coordinates.
Last picture. It's an Uglydoll, another part of the pressie inside of the backpack. She looks pretty darn comfy I would say.
So that's it. It's done. And I'm pretty damn proud of it, if I do say so myself. Many thanks go to the mom, for driving me to Wal-mart many times, the sister, for modelling things and holding them, and the boyfriend for putting up with my going "Will she like it? Does it look okay?"
Now I'm off to finish packing. And start those socks. (Thanks Aija, think I've got the dpns to circs thing figured out.)
I'll be back in two weeks. Maybe even sooner....
Byebye!

Here

So, I'm still here.
No, really, I am.
Been really busy over the last week. That hole in the back of my head from the hairstick did not heal up as well as I would have liked, and wound up having to be stitched.
Ouch.
On top of that, I've been working pretty much full time, with not as much time to knit as I would prefer. However, I am almost done the Punk Rock backpack. I have to have it finished by Thursday, because that's when I leave.
That's right, I'm leaving...on a jet plane.
Going to Ontario for two weeks to meet the boyfriend's family. The backpack is for his sister's birthday. Once that's done, I plan to work more on my Blankets for Canada Blanket, which is about half done, and then a pair of socks for my sister. (Does anyone know of a good sock pattern for circulars? Prefferably with fingering weight?)
I think that's about it. Now, I have to go shower and get ready for work. Yucko.

Today's Word Is....

Lenticular. Actually, it's yesterday's word. I was at work, and a lady went to buy a puzzle. On the box, it was described as being a "lenticular puzzle". After a while, we figured out that it just had a hologram on it, but I wanted to look it up anyways.
len·tic·u·lar (ln-tky-lr)
adj.

1. Shaped like a biconvex lens.
2. Of or relating to a lens.

So that's out of the way.
In other news.
I am a stupid, stupid ass.
No, really.
So, I had my hair clipped back with one of those hairsticks and a claw clip thinger. Because it's hot out, and I've got a lot of hair. I had it up for a while, and I guess I'd forgetten it. Before I know it, my sister's doing rolls and headstands on the floor. "C'mon Tor, you can do a headstand, right?" "Yeah, I can do a headstand." So, she asks to see how I do mine.
So I get all laid out on the floor, I get my knees on my elbows, and push myself up. I stand there for a while, before deciding to roll out of it.
Long story short, by the end of the roll, I had a hairstick and a hairclip sticking out of the back of my neck.
Not a pointy hairstick either. The end was quite blunt and square.
So, I cried. And cried. And cried some more. Took them out (I know, you should never take an impaled object out, but I got scared and just grabbed it) got it all gauze-packed, took some extra coagulants (my blood doesn't clot easily) and watched some T.V.
Today, I can't really move my head from a neutral position. There's this huge kind of wrap around bruise going around it, and this giant scab. It is, as one of the ladies I work with would say, exquistely painful.
So, probably no knitting for a little while.
Poo.

Long time, No post

But there's a good reason for that. We're soooo shortstaffed at work, that I've been going almost full time. Shifts as long as 11 hours some days. Which, let me tell you, is not fun.
Moving on.
Yesterday at Chez Vik (or, to be politically correct, Chez Vik's Parents) was like Christmas. Except, without the snow, the cheek pinching relatives, and the mass amounts of foodstuffs.
I was reading a quilting magazine in March, and saw an ad for Warm up America. I thought it sounded like a really great idea, but not being American, I searched for a similar Canadian organisation. Vik, meet Blankets for Canada.
So since then, I've been working dilligently to get my little chapter going. It still consists of myself, and a bunch of little old ladies in the local lodge, but that's o.k. with me.
In talking to various people in the organisation, I was told that one of the Calgary ladies had an excess of squares. By excess, I mean twelve garbage bags. Full. Of squares.
Long story short, five of them are now occupying my room.
This my friends, is what 639 eight by eight inch squares look like.
Picture isn't that good, but that's because my "build it myself because I'm too cheap to actually buy one" webcam is on its way out.
Those piles creating a veritable carpet on my (parents) basement floor are each about two feet hight.
Better news still; tomorrow, I'm meeting with the PRESIDENT of the enitre society. Could I be more excited?*She too is bringing me more squares.
There's more stuff that I really should write about, but I wanna go make blankets. Now.
*No, I could not.

Whoah.

So, I'm just sitting here, watching T.V., and I decide that maybe I would like to watch Reach for the Top.
Because, I've played it for my school for the past three years. We came in second this year by just ten points, or one question, keeping us from going to regionals.
So, I tune into Reach, and who do I see but the team that beat us out!
That's weird. But I'm totally cheering for them.
Go WIC!