WASPS!

The other night I went to my carport to put stuff in the garbage and I heard a chewing sound. I looked around and couldn't find it. I poked some boxes. Nothing. The chewing sound didn't stop - like a mouse would. I called JP to help me look. He came out, and poked a box. A wasp flew out of a box and then he went inside. "Yup, found the problem", he said. "Hey thanks", I replied. One was on my sweater when I was in the house, and I did panic (a little bit) looking for that tennis racquet thing that zaps them. He says I over-reacted. I say he would do the same if he had one on him. The next day JP brought home some Wasp Spray and this morning when it was cooler and dark, I sprayed the box. See the carnage? All the little bodies, even some larva...The one mistake I made was picking up the box to move it where it was accessible, that's probably when I got stung; even though I was wearing jeans, a heavy jacket and boots, one stung/bit me on my thigh - this spot is much redder now, it's raised too - about 2" x 2 1/2" inches! The little monster!

I took some Dristan around noon and ended up napping for 20 minutes this afternoon, good thing I was working from home today!

Poor little fellas, I feel bad for them. I don't do nature, but I know that if I left the problem it would only get worse and would hate for JP or the kid to get stung/bit.

I packed up a box today for my mom's birthday, but didn't make the post office, so it will go tomorrow. It's gotta get there by Friday and I'm crossing my fingers that it makes it.

Chef Hebert

Remember the little bear of my brother's that I was knitting the little sweater's for? Well, here's a chef's coat, with a chef's hat for him. I also made a little cupcake to go with the Chef and found a little cookbook:

I named him "Chef Hebert" because when it's pronounced in French it would be "Chef A-bear"... get it? I embroidered a "C H" on his sweater but forgot to take a photo of the last addition.

I finished it a while ago but didn't want to post it until my brother received it in the mail, which just happend.

What is it?

I received this item in a mixed bag from the thrift store. It was mixed in with knitting tools, but I'm not sure it has anything to do with knitting. Printed on it is "Eaton's Silver Shop". Is it a silver cleaner of some sort? What is it? Does it have a purpose? Is it part of anything?

Any ideas? Let me know! Thanks!

Blak

Coca Cola Blak. Well I like this drink. Apparently others do not and it's going off the market soon (that's the rumour anyway). It's about $2 a bottle. You should try it, because I like it.

I can see why they called it that, but to me, the name is too close to "blech" or other vomit-y sounding words.

What do you think?

Okay, like many others, I don't like crocs footwear either, and I don't like most of their styles, however, they've now come up with the ballet-inspired prima . I still don't think I'd wear them, but at least these are much more attractive than the other styles.

On a recent shopping excursion, JP came home with two key chains for me. The first is a little character I have seen and know he has a name, but haven't found him yet:

Do you know his name?

And the second one, if I showed this one to my mum, she'd probably say that the little girl looks like I did when I was little (but she'd never dress me in yellow and red at the same time):

He seems to really dig key chains. I have always been one to have just the essentials on my key ring - and I still never loose them! I'll have to make these zipper pulls then.

So Long, Mate

By now everyone's surely aware of the untimely death of Steve Irwin, Crocodile Hunter. I find it interesting that his sad news seems to have struck people more than other TV personalities. Was it his charisma? The fact that he seemed so full of life? The passion he showed for his work (conservation & education), or his love of the animals? Reports now and before stated that Steve was always kind and gracious to everyone he worked with, from the cameraman to the caterer. That he treated his wife and childrens well. That he loved and adored his parents.

Perhaps it's the irony of his death? That all the poisonous snakes and powerful crocs he came in contact with didn't prevent him from his life goals but a stingray that is usually considered docile sealed his fate.

Farewell Steve.

Here's our collection of little Steve dolls, I mean action figures, complete with sound chips so we can forever hear him say "Crikey", "What a ripper!" and "Isn't she just darling?" :

Labour Day Weekend

Well I decided to treat the weekend like a vacation, so I haven't done much of anything. Saturday I actually slept in until almost 9am! That's a big sleep in - I'm usually up between 5:30 and 6:15. But then I couldn't sleep until 1am Sunday. Sunday morning I was up around 6:30 so I guess things all balanced out. Took the dogs for a walk, watered the garden, that kind of stuff.

I finished two projects, but can't show you yet (one knit, one crochet). One's all packed up to go in the mail on Tuesday, the other will be send in a little while. Still working on the back of the black piano sweater. I'm at row 42. I have to go to row 86 before I mark for the sleeves. The good news is I am starting to be able to knit without looking at the project.

I've been reading the biography of Anna Wintour, Front Row by Jerry Oppenheimer. There are so many names that come into her life sometimes it's hard to keep straight. And, after a while, it just seems like she treats everyone like crap and it's the same thing over and over. But I just got to the part where she became editor of Vogue, so I'll read/skim a bit more and see if anything good happens.

Today it's cooler, so I 'll probably mow the lawn, but otherwise will still take it easy. Why not? That's my vacation.