Here in vibeland, we do more than obsess over cute New York boys. ( lie.)

We do more than get all swoony and grinny and giddy. (total lie.)

We are neither driven to absolute DISTRACTION nor do we drive our friends to insanity with sheer boy-crazed GOOFINESS. (please.)

Here in vibeland, we KNIT! (ok, true.)

This is my super-secret knit:

I’d tell you what it is, but I can’t yet. (still.)

And this is my not-so-secret knit:

Honeymoon Cami!
I think it’ll be done in time for MDS$W…I hope, anyway.

Life is good

He didn’t bring me flowers.

Instead?

He brought yarn.

I think maybe I oughta try and keep this one around, no?

You know how, when you like a guy, you get all goofy about it and hope that he’s gonna call, but secretly worry that maybe he won’t? Then you wonder if maybe you should just call him because hey, you WANT to, right? And if you want to, then you SHOULD. But you sorta kinda already did that LAST week, so you think that maaybe, you should play it a *little* cool and wait, at least a few more days, because MAYBE he will still call YOU. It’s more fun that way anyway. Of course, you have to run it by your girlfriends and debate the whole thing — How long do you wait? You think Thursday is good, but doubt you can make it past Tuesday.

Funny thing is, late tonight, while I was harassing Chelsea with should I? or shouldn’t I?, I was totally oblivious to the blinking light on my answering machine!

He’s been thinking about me a lot. He was just checking in to say hi.

{{gush}}

I think I’ve listened to it about 7 times. I called Chelsea RIGHT BACK, faaaarrr too late. I did a little goofy dance for the cat.

My friends say not to get too excited, because then I’ll build it up and I’ll only be disappointed, but seriously, I can’t help it.

I’ve been thinking about him a lot too.

I just cannot *wait* till Saturday

Last night, I was driving to work from Knitty Meetup and my gas light was on. Actually, my gas light had BEEN ON for the last 10 miles of my drive TO Knitty Meetup.

I needed gas. Badly.

So, I pulled into the Chevron and started pumpin’.

Do de doo de doooooo. Pumpin’ Gas…

I had rolled down the window and cranked up the stereo so I could keep listening to my CD (The Fray). Thus, I didn’t notice anything ODD at FIRST. Then I started to hear it…

Instead of MUSAK pumping out the pump speaker, I heard a VOICE.

A woman.

She was talking about how she’d lost her way. She was 28 and lost and had no idea how to get her life on track. She had searched and searched, but nothing helped. It had never occurred to her before to try WALKING WITH JESUS.

JESUS, people. COMIN’ OUT OF THE GAS PUMP.

It was at this time* that I noticed that, even though I’d been pumping gas for about 5 minutes, at $1.69 a gallon, I HAD ONLY GOTTEN $4 WORTH OF GAS!

Hmmm. What an oddly slow pump that coincidentally(?!) allowed me to spend even MORE time hearing about how Jesus might make my life complete!

I mean, WHAT THE HELL? Had I tripped and fallen on the bible belt? WHAT IN THE NAME OF SATAN WAS GOING ON?

Then I saw it.

The Marquis.

Right next to the gas prices.

“EASTER IS MORE THAN JUST SOMETHING TO DYE FOR.”

Had you been there, you TOTALLY would have been able to tell that I was completely freaked out. I was in the Twiglight Zone waiting for the ominous voice over. I was on punk’d, on the lookout for Ashton. I was I don’t KNOW what, but you could see it all over my face and I was gettin’ the HELL outta there!

I pumped a total of $10 and left that place faster than you could say HEATHEN.

Soo wierd.

Speaking of religious experiences though, last Friday I bought THE MOST FABULOUS SHOES I HAVE EVER BOUGHT EVER:

I love them the MOST.
So much I would MARRY them. In sickness and in health. I love them.

Also? I picked something to knit! This is it:

Can’t say what it is though.

I am also taking Jess’ advice and knitting something for S$W! I am going to make it in Debbie Bliss Cathay. Tuesday I was really stressed out about it because I was having trouble getting gauge and THEN I was having trouble finding the needle I needed! :\ However, today I stopped by Woolwinders and guess what?

They didn’t have it either.

BUT!

Jacqui LENT me a pair!
HOW F’IN COOL IS SHE?!?!?!

Tomorrow, I cast on! WOOT!

* It was ALSO at this time that I noticed the paper sign next to the credit swiper…the one that suggested visiting “Kevin’s** Heaven” Mini Mart if you needed a snack. Yeeeaaaah…

** it might not have actually been Kevin, but it was SOMEONE’S HEAVEN. I forget.