Plants and Knits and Rants, OH MY!

Ah, the Blog family!

Okay...Blog neighbors-who-don't-say-hi-regularly. This is Blog-writer-who-doesn't-write-regularly. Which is why I'm not a super-famous blogger by now like Kristin from Going Country.

I wish I was really obsessive about writing a blog every day. Maybe then I could have that awesome false sense of accomplishment that sucks so many teenagers into contests of how many friends they have on Facebook. But, alas, I really don't have that much to say.

Erm, wrote my Reality Television paper this week. It was...fun. I mean, as fun as a paper can be when I don't get to bash researcher's ideas. That's always a little bit gratifying...to tell people they're wrong and such. Who cares if they have a PhD and an impressive CV? Well, I'm on year 6 of a Bachelor's degree, PUNKS! lol.

And on the work note, I still crazy love tutoring kids. They are the best (best kids, not best writers...obviously). Monday was kinda tough...I had and watched some really depressing appointments...only to be saved by a nervous girl who thought she was a horrible writer...I would have turned in her paper to my senior-level profs and got an A. So I'm going to start a count: Kids Who Come In Complaining They Suck At Writing But Are Acutally Freakin' Awesome: I think it's up to 7 now. Well, if it's not, we'll start at 7.

On the plant note (as if this blog wasn't already full of incredibly useless information) my first basil plant (and when I mean plant, I mean one seedling that grew maybe a couple of centimeters) died, only to then be replaced by another little seedling that grew to the same hieght and then promptly STOPPED GROWING no matter what I've done to it. I learned about 2 weeks ago that basil isn't supposed to be watered everyday, like I was doing, so I've watered it only every 2 days and it's still crazy short. Like, hasn't grown in over 3 weeks. It's not brown or discolored in any way...just a midget. :( On the other hand, my cilantro has still grown the best, they're almost to the point of being able to see them above the rim of the pot, and my parsley has also stopped growing somewhere in the middle of the two. Apparently, once the temperature stops dipping below 50 at night, I won't be able to wrangle in any of my plants, but for now, I feel like a Plant Nurse in the ICU...with no experience. *cringe* Sorry you have to listen to my ranting...Hubby has no patience with plant talk and won't listen.

In other news, one of my BFFs is moving 2,000 miles away! To Washington! Why would anyone want to live THERE?! Okay, okay, so her husband got a really well-paying job...but...WASHINGTON IS NOT TEXAS! NO FAIR. I won't be able to bring her my knitting and ask her to figure out what's wrong with it!

And on that note, I finally learned how to make the heel of a sock! And then I promptly screwed up the first actual sock I've tried to knit--the calf part is 2 inches too long. Now, I could make some crack about how Literature majors shouldn't be trusted with numbers, but I'll let you make your own joke. Actually, I read the directions wrong and didn't realize until it was too freakin' late. "Alicia," you say, "Why not just match the mistake on the other sock?" Well, my yarn ball says explicitly that it makes TWO SOCKS and I'm using their pattern to make darn sure I get TWO SOCKS out of that one ball of yarn. And therefore, I'm really hoping they allowed me an extra 4 inches of sock yarn. Pwease pwease pwease. There's literally no way to tell until I knit the whole things out. Epic reading fail on my part.

Mkay, I'm done, I swear.

Much e-love.

Alicia