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April 12th, 2006

Oh cheese and rice, Amalah tagged me. Just because she hasn’t slept in like, a week or something, and is now doing whimsical things she would not ordinarily do.

It apparently started here. Well, I have been drunk and on In-Law Time for the last week and totally out of my groove. Have you gotten any advice here? Have you received any recipes? No, no, no. Have we discussed how my Wacky Cousin is getting grief for deciding to not cut her son’s penis? Yeah, she’s having A BOY!!!! And his dork is no one’s business, okay? So forget all your pro-circumcision arguments cuz she does not care (“What about when he’s comparing his dork with other boys’ dorks! His will look different! Or theirs might! Or what if he’s friends with all Jews! They could be offended!” etc. to fucking infinity.)

And have I even discussed this here yet? No, because I have been drunk, as I said. Wacky Mommy, Drunk and Knitting.

So far I’ve made four hats (two for Wacky Girl, one for Wacky Boy, one for myself) and am a third of the way through a scarf. And I’ve started another scarf. But now, I have to get this tagging thing out of the way because I do whatever Amalah and Rockstar Mommy tell me to do.

For the tag I must list Six Weird Things About Moi. Hmmmmm, which six to choose?

1) I used to be able to whistle like a guinea pig but cannot anymore.

2) I’d rather knit and drink than anything in life and because of this am ignoring my children even more than usual

3) There is a theme of fire in my life which I do not really ever discuss (Wacky Sister’s robe catching fire when she was three, watching my Dad roll her around on the grass to put her out, totally flipped me out; set my apartment in New York on fire and couldn’t get out the door or window, Hell’s Angels were parked outside watching; set my sister’s Portland apartment on fire (just the wall) with a potpourri goose, no don’t ask how cuz I don’t know; set my Portland apartment on fire by leaving a stack of potholders on the stove; you get the idea)

4) My mom has a picture of me as a baby, eating a big handful of dirt

5) I’ve had my throat cut twice (thyroid)

6) I didn’t know I was marrying a hockey player


1) Woulda Coulda Shoulda

2) Rockstar Mommy

3) Hockey God

4) Busy Mom (cuz she’s just not busy enough. Ha!)

5) Miss Zoot

6) Iowa Drift


  1. Busy Mom says

    Hmm, I gotta decide which 6 I want to use…

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  2. Roxie says

    OMG!!!!! You are now an official supa sta!

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  3. Roxie (again) says

    Okay, I got so excited about Amalah that I posted without reading this entry first. Now that I’ve read it . . . Dork, it’s not just for whales anymore. And . . . knitting and drinking . . . yee ha! Count me in! I’ll bring booze and yarn and we can let the kids run wild or knit creative harnesses if they act up! Just say when, NOW!

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  4. blackbeltmama says

    I used to knit and can not imagine trying to do it drunk. I ended up crocheting instead because at least I could figure out how to pull out one or two stitches without wrecking my whole project like with knitting. Kudo’s to you. Knitting and drinking and project completion. You must be good!

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  5. Zipdodah says

    I knew you were always multi-tasking behind my back. Especially when you kept asking me….”Zip, do ya want a drink or knot?” ;-)

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  6. Busy Mom says

    I finally did it!

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  7. Raven says

    Congrats on the hats and pending scarf. But just out curiousity could this fire thing be a direct result of drinking and then concentrating on knitting and forgeting about other things… Just a thought.

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  8. Wacky Mommy says

    Naw, I just started knitting last month. And I’m teasing when I say I’m drunk — my max is one or two drinks. Am extreme lightweight and extremely cheap date. Heh. Say, when the relatives are in town and we have two drinks every night, for three or four nights in a row? It hits me like I’ve been at frat parties guzzling from the beer tap for a month or two. Gotta love getting old, eh?

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