Moving back…to Blogger!

Howdy Friends!
Because I am totally random, I’m switching back to blogger.

From now on, you can find the crazy at
knitwithsnotforyou.blogspot.com

Thanks for the fun here at wordpress!

Pigs are barfing, and I’m happy

Yes, I’ve got some barfing Pigs.  No, no, don’t feel bad.  There are plenty of horrible things going on in the world right now, don’t worry about the Pigs.

You see, the reason I’m happy is because normally, the Pigs barf while we are on vacation.

Our family has a long list of vacation locations and beloved places to barf.

At Disney, Pig 2 likes to barf at the Animal Kingdom, oh, and on the bus to Animal Kingdom. He especially likes to the bushes at the Polynesian resort.  They provide a lot of cover.

They barfed all over that Magic Kingdom

 

Pig 3, he likes to barf in the comfort of Disney resort beds.  A yes, they are not only plush and comfy, but also barf-tastic!

Don’t worry Midwest!  We love to barf at your vacation wonderlands too!

Oh, Chicago, ye olde barfy city!

Aquariums, zoos, hotel rooms and hot dog stands…NONE of you are safe from Pig 1 and his mad barfing skills!

Right now, we are planning to go, nay, drive to Florida to visit PK and Dan.  I want this barfing to stop, before we get on the road.  Just this once.  Ok, not just this once.  Let’s start a new vacation tradition, one that doesn’t involve barfing.

 

Running, it’s still ugly

I complain, I bitch, I moan, and yes, there are tears, but here I am again, running.

Snotty, Deborah, and Dan

We all learned from Zombieland that rule 1 is Cardio.  Sadly, that skinny little zombie apocalypse survivor started out with taller, and shall we call them, more athletic genes.  I spent Saturday internally hating genetics.  I mentioned to Deborah my newly fueled hate was toward my short genetics and she said, “ah, the hate that lasts a lifetime.”

This conversation happened during a 1/2 mile span.  It’s difficult to hate, talk, breath and run.

After the running, I got a massage!  My massage school buddies were out fulfilling part of their Specialty Massage Class requirements!  You should have seen the look of shock on their faces when they saw me.  Oh, not because I was there, I’m always showing up unexpectedly.  No, they were shocked because they thought I was running the full Kalamazoo Marathon.

Yeah, uh, no.  2 miles of sort of running is enough to make me cry, no marathon for me.  As it turns out, without a shovel, I am zombie fodder.

As for knitting, I continue to do what I call knitting.  You know, start something, work diligently on it for a week, then chuck it behind the chair.

Currently behind the chair is a baby sweater with no arms, a really short afghan (like a blanket, not a short person from Afghanistan) plus a super small start to the Chaos Swirls knit along shawl that the ZPDK have embarked on.  I embarked too, but I’m currently using a life boat.

Florida-Of Course there were Adventures!

Here I am at Cocoa Beach!

We were going to stop by Ron Jon Surf Shop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even if you are from the frozen Tundra of the North, you know about Ron Jon.  Especially if you drove.  I believe the first “VISIT ICONIC RON JON SURF SHOP” signs begin at the Indiana border.

We didn’t end up going, we decided to hunt alligators instead.  I was a little worried because I had eaten some gator the night before.

Gator Fear

My Mom has eaten a lot of Gator in her time.  She was really nervous about Reptile Revenge.  It’s a real thing.

This is a mural in lovely downtown Cocoa.

Please note the guy sticking it to the chick in the yellow dress.  I didn’t realize that in the early days of Cocoa, you could get busy in front of the whole damn town.  Ok, honestly, it took the parents 5 minutes to get me to stop laughing at this mural.  If you get a chance to see it in person, I was NOT the one who added the handle bar mustaches on many of the town’s citizens.  Although, I highly approved of their additions.

Remember how I have such a sweet job that I dropped out of massage school to further pursue my love of science?  At Forensic Fluids, I do drug testing.  One of the drugs we get requests to test for is...K2 or Spice.

Hey!  Don’t buy it!  It’s illegal, you’ll lose your job if I catch you!

 

Here I am with a falsely tall Ponce de Leon at the Fountain of Youth.  He was really only 4’11” tall.  He made Napoleon feel tall.  No, really.  Napoleon was like 5’6″.   So, here’s my note to you, if you want tall kids, don’t include leon in their name.

You may be asking yourself “where the hell is the photo of Holly at the fountain of youth?”

I’ll tell you why, I was too cheap to pay the $10 to get in.  PK and I hung out in the parking lot, got our photo ops and then, well…I used the bathroom and drank a swig of Fountain of Youth water from the sink.  It’s got to be the same damn well.

You know I’m a super science nerd…but you may need some explanation with the hat, the sweater and the umbrella.

We drove to Titusville to watch the Shuttle Discovery make it’s final flight into space.

Ok, that’s from the Kennedy Space Center’s web site.  Much like the water in the bathroom at the Fountain of Youth, we took the adventurous route, rather than the pricey route.

We still saw it and you didn't

We waited for 3 hours in Kennedy Point Park’s parking lot.  I didn’t realize how important parking lots would be to me while in Florida.   It was a lot like being at a Grateful Dead show.  Lot’s of people, no bathrooms.  I kept expecting someone to pass a joint.

I was shocked, in awe, amazed and holding back tears.  It, along with the miracle of birth, was like the most amazing thing I have ever been a part of.  I felt love toward everyone in the parking lot, the astronauts, space travel and Arthur C. Clarke.

We heard the roar of the take off, saw the fuel tanks separate, then they were gone.

After that, the crowd slowly dispersed.  Most of us were dazed and kept looking back up at the sky.  We shut down the highway.  It was amazing.

After all that adventure, what I wanted most was to share it with the Ogre and the Pigs.

 

Running, with Runners. It hurts.

Yesterday I was in Florida.  Now, I’m back in MI.

That’s Deborah on the left, and me, messing with my snot rag on the right.

I’ve decided I’d rather eat less food than run.  Oh, I’m not just saying run in the snow, I’m saying run. (that . has been bolded for em-pha-sis)

Now, back to starving myself…Until next week, when I run, again.

Where in the world is Snotty?

Cheers from sunny Florida!!

I’m staying with my Mom, PK and stepDad Dan.  When they aren’t plying me with alcohol and key lime pie

we’re out having…ADVENTURE!!!

We went to Cocoa Beach and tormented sunburned tanners, then…

We chased down and wrestled Alligators at the Merrit Island National Wildlife Refuge.  They generally don’t want you to wrestle gators there, since it’s more of a refuge and less of a Gatorland place, but we couldn’t resist.  I had so many gator bites in my belly already, I was feeling a bit spunky.

There were many more adventures, with photos even, but I’m blogging on the sly today.  I’m supposed to be earning my keep by setting up the home computer network.  Gotta keep these retirees from stealing internet.

Randomly, I found a Contractor

So I go into this Construction Place* and scared the crap out of the lady there.  No, I wasn’t all in my zombie slaying garb, and I wasn’t acting assertive like I do at 4 way stops.

She was just surprised I was there. She was all “ok, what do you want?”  I said “construct, build or design a 4th bedroom on our house.”   That my friend, is not what they do.  They only work in commercial construction.   I laughed and said “oh, then can you build a pole building in my back yard to keep my kids in?”  She asked me what size I needed.

Then random other guy popped his head out and he was all “I’ve got what you need.”  Sadly, that Biz Markie song has been in my head ever since.

His relative does residential construction and he gave me the info for Construction Place.* This is how I get stuff done, completely randomly.

If you’d like to offer random suggestions, as you can see, I’m open to them.

 

*Names were changed to protect the Construction Places.