Kiss My Knits!

I spoke with Em’s speech therapist in the car line at school this morning (we opted to ride instead of walk).

It seems that yesterday Em sang a song from Enchanted for her speech therapist, Ms. Erickson. (I think it was probably this one.) Ms. Erickson liked it so much that they went to the music room and sang it for the music teacher. The music teacher liked it so much that she’s giving Em a solo in the fourth grade program. There are a lot of kids in the program, so mostly likely a solo is just one line, but still! Em’s been wanting a solo in the program every year so far. Last year she even sang along with the soloist on one line while standing in the chorus, to the titters of her nearby friends. This year she gets her own part. Yay!

You know, meeting her, you’d never think that she loved show biz. With the PDD-NOS, she doesn’t like to make eye contact, have conversations, or do other things that might make you think there’s an outgoing person in there. Yet last year she told jokes to the class while they would line up to go to lunch, apparently to good effect. It’s there, it just takes a little time for it to come out.

You know who she reminds me of?

Hee!

Workout clothes and busty lasses.

Wii fit, I really appreciate your enthusiasm for our well-being, but you’re starting to get a little creepy.

I’m waiting for the wii fit message that says, “You seem to be squinting. Have you considered getting your glasses prescription checked?” Or “I was speaking to the public library computer system. You seem to have an overdue book.”

Maybe I should rename it Hal.

I just love this rap that a woman at the Large Hadron Collidor did, mainly because everybody’s having such a good time. Emily wants to be an astronaut part time and a rock star part time – this young lady’s living the dream!

Em, going to bed tonight: I’m not really Giselle, I’m an evil queen in disguise! I have an evil plan! How can we break my spell?
Me: Maybe we can say some magic words! Like Alakazam! Or Bippity boppity…
Steve, suddenly entering the room: …BACON!
Em …
Me: …
Em: …
Me: Bippity boppity bacon?
Steve: Yes. Bippity boppity BACON!!
Em: (cracks up)
Me: That’s hilarious!
Em: (still cracking up, rolls backwards on her bed, throwing her legs up in the air) That’s hilarious!

Steve freely admits to lifting this from comedian Jim Gaffigan, who does a bit about bacon.

Who cares? It’s funny! And Em may have added “that’s hilarious” to her repertoire. It sounded like something she had latched onto. Fine by me. I’d rather have her cracking bacon jokes than hatching evil schemes.

Lately I’ve been getting to bed at a semi-reasonable hour, but last night I was up far too late. As a result, I don’t want to go running this morning, but I do want a bagel and a mocha so bad I can taste them. That’s how it goes – when I don’t have enough energy, my body craves the things it knows will give it energy, even if only in the short term. I’m okay with not running, since I walked Em to school this morning. On the return trip it was so misty that I had to take off my glasses. Back on the horse tomorrow.

I’m contemplating a fundraiser for my daughter’s school. There was a Donors Choose proposal that didn’t get funded before deadline, mainly because I didn’t see it until a few days before the deadline. I’ve talked to the teacher since then and she says that no, it doesn’t have to be that exact press, and no, she doesn’t need all the varieties of ink she asked for immediately. I think this project could be brought in for under $500, easy.

I’m debating whether this should be another “Jayne hat proceeds go to this project for a limited time” or just a ginormous stash sale. The stash sale would have the bonus side effect of also reducing the amount of clutter in my home. And really, I do have some nice things. Sock yarn from Creatively Dyed (one skein pictured at right), Koigu, Lorna’s Laces, Noro, Debbie Bliss, Mission Falls… it’s almost criminal that it’s going un-knitted. The last stash raffle I did raised over $200, but I might do just a straight bargain sale this time.

I’m still mulling over options, but what do you think? Straight sale or $10 raffle? Shall I release some of my gorgeous stash into the wild?

Em: There’s a potion you can drink that will make the whole world animated! Then it will turn back live action again. But they haven’t made it yet.

I’m pretty sure they have, honey. Fortunately, you’re too young to know about those kinds of “potions” yet. Ahem.

Late this morning I picked up my new glasses, pictured right. They didn’t feel right at first, but then, new glasses never do. You have to get adjusted to them. Things may look weird or distorted as your brain and eyes get used to the new view. However, my new glasses don’t normally make me feel nauseous.

I lived with them for a couple of hours, then called back up. They checked their records, and apparently the optometrist wrote the prescription down correctly, but the optician transcribed it incorrectly. Instead of the 2.25 correction for astigmatism in my left eye which I should have, these glasses have a 2.75 correction. That’s odd, because it seems like the right eye sees things blurrier than the left with the new glasses. In fact, the right eye seems to see things worse overall than with the old glasses.

Anyway, I can’t get back up there today, but I’ll go in tomorrow morning and hopefully we’ll get this all sorted out. In the meantime, back to the old glasses!

Day 3 with the Nike iPod revealed a couple of problems. Number one, while the workout screen is up, I can’t scrub through songs, only jump to the next or previous one. This is a problem because for some reason, my C25K playlist was randomized. So when Week One came up, I couldn’t just jump right to week 2, which was the next item on the playlist. Nor could I select an individual song from the playlist. Hitting the “next” button brought up a different section of Week 1 for some reason, so I had to keep mashing it Playstation style to get it to go to the next song. Which was not, of course, Week 2. Week 2 never did come up, and I was tired of standing there on the Greenway punching buttons on my iPod like a caveman trying to figure out a cell phone. I just found any song and let it play, then estimated the length of time I’d been walking and running.

A couple of times, the same song would come up very close to each other, or Week One would rear its ugly head again, so I’d have to fiddle around on my iPod to go to the next song. And remember, until my armband gets here later in the week, my iPod is in my bra. I never look my best when running, but rummaging in my shirt really added that extra touch of class. The songs that randomly came up, though, weren’t bad, in terms of pep.

Our Lips Are Sealed – Go-Go’s
(Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher & Higher – Jackie Wilson
The Girl Can’t Help It – Little Richard
Austin Powers (soul Bossa Nova) – National Youth Jazz Orchestra
I Want You Back (Single Version) – Jackson 5
Remind Me (Radio Edit) – Royksopp
Choo Choo Ch’Boogie (1946 Single Version) – Louis Jordan & His Tympany Five
So They Say – Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
Lust for Life – Iggy Pop

In spite of the problems, though, there was a little bonus I wasn’t expecting. As I hit the “end workout” button, it repeated back to me how far I’d gone, average speed, calories burned, etc. And then a male voice came on. “This is Lance Armstrong. Congratulations! That was your longest workout ever!”

Casey the wii fit instructor could take a few tips from Lance.

Okay, time to hit the showers and then pick up my new glasses! Yay!