Tuesday, May 15, 2007

i so don't deserve to have a blog...

I had great aspirations when I decided to start a blog. I had planned to spend an hour a week on my blog - a realistic amount of time that allowed me some time to knit, to work, to enjoy life and then reflect on those things using the glory of the internet. I was clearly living in a delusional state of mind back in those early days. What I wouldn't give to be back in that place of blissful ignorance!


Because now, all that this freaking blog brings me is massive amounts of guilt for never being able to find the time to post, to upload photos, to think of witty and amusing things to say, let alone find time to knit. Every time I sit down at my computer, the knitting blogs that I read for entertainment appear to be mocking me - "My blog owner can write at least ONE post a day, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Well, this is what's wrong with me... and this is where all of my time is going:
There is nothing like going from having ALL the time in the world to do whatever you want, to having absolutely no time to do anything because you are now responsible for the cutest thing in the universe. This is the reason that I find milkbones in the pockets of my dress pants, that I've hidden tennis balls away so that I not longer have to dig them out from underneath a chair, that I no longer have time to mark tests, or even better, that I now return tests with bite marks and rips because I left the tests in an accessible location. This is the reason that I've signed up for puppy classes, that my house constantly looks like a bomb hit it, that my side of the bed gets pooped on, that D. has hardly any fingers left because he keeps getting bitten and, finally, why I can't knit because yarn is fantastically fascinating when you're twelve weeks old and you're a puppy.
And no, I don't consider this training for a child because I know that being a mom is probably a cajillion times harder, and, when I'm ready to go there, I will. But I'm at least waiting until I'm no longer pulling milkbones out of my pockets in the middle of teaching a lesson on Macbeth.
However, the first picture should at least indicate that once in a while, when the "Tiny Titan of Terror" needs a time-out in his crate, the knitting does emerge from its "safe place" and something actually gets done. This is the silk scarf I started long ago, but I love it more and more with each inch that I knit and I'm so pleased with myself for choosing such a beautiful stitch pattern. I can't wait until I finish it, but I can at least say that finishing is a lot more likely in the near future. Just a few more inches to go.
Other than the knitting, and the puppy... the only other thing taking up my time is hockey playoffs. This is the year that the Ottawa Senators will take the Stanley Cup - I'm not afraid to say it because I feel it deep in my bones. So, put on your red shirts, tune in to Hockey Night in Canada and join with me and my future nephew in the cry of the Sens Army:
GO SENS GO!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Krista - does he look like you or Drew? He is really cute - a little bit of both perhaps???

Aunt Lynn
xx

Kate said...

Hi Krista!!! I LOVE that puppy!! What a cutie!! Feel free to email me if you need help or advice. I love puppyhood. I currently have three and am contemplating a fourth!!! And welcome to the Argosy knitalong!!!