Erica’s Blog

Today’s my blogiversary!  Woot!  Blogiversary, beginning of the Knitting Olympics, and what some would call my “spiritual birthday” all in one day. 

Maybe I should have a contest like other people — If you comment with blogiversary wishes, I’ll enter you in a random drawing and send the winner some stuff from my stash.  Hmmmm.  That could be a good idea.  That’s ONE way to reduce my stash! 

OK, gang, comment away!

  ‘Tis the night before ‘lympics, and all through the house, I can’t think of a good rhyme to continue this….

OK, I still have a couple of things I have to do before cast-on time of 2:00 tomorrow:

1. Get  some legal-sized paper so I can actually print out the pattern for Olympia.
2. Get some largish sticky notes so I can actually work the pattern without losing my place (ah, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!).
3. Do one last test to see if my needles are long enough or if I need to zip up to the LYS (walking distance from my house, half-way between home and Thing One’s school) to get some longer ones.  Size 2’s.  2’s.  Oy.

I’m still rather afraid that I’m going to run out of yarn.  Then again, I’m probably not going to get it done in time, considering that I can’t knit lace after 9:30 p.m. or so, and I can’t knit lace with “Mom!  Mom!” every five minutes.

For you 3,649 knitting athletes (knithletes?) about to embark on the insanity that is the Knitting Olympics, here is a good article about preventing knitting-related injuries when “speed knitting”.  Yes, you read that right.  3,649 knithletes.  We are a fanatical bunch, we knitters!

Oh, and in case you’re wondering what I’ll be knitting during the great sections of the day wherein I can’t knit lace, IF I’m knitting at all (and not saving myself for Olympia), ’twill most likely be XXX (gift for Mrs. R), Brandi’s wristwarmers, or something for our Valentine’s Day babysitter Shannon (most likely the same thing as XXX, the gift for Mrs. R).

Lastly, I shall leave you with this as I head off for some mindless stuff, putting the Things to bed, etc.  Back in 1964 when I was born (do the math; I don’t care), my parents named me Erica Ann.  They would have just named me Erica, eliminating the middle name b/c they assumed I’d just “lose” my middle name when I got married and my maiden name became my middle name (sorry, Poppa and Nana!), but they thought that to be christened Catholic, one had to have a saint’s name somewhere in one’s name.  Hence the addition of “Ann”.  Erica was b/c they liked it and b/c they…(here comes the punch line)…had never heard it and thought they were making it up.  Yupp.  Thought they were making it up.  So, here’s how unusual the name Erica is:

• 5 Erica’s in Knitting Olympics
• 4 Erika’s in Knitting Olympics (+ 1 ErikaJo)
• 21,200 results if you Google “Erica’s Blog”
• 1,730,000 results if you Google Erica [my last name]
• 3 women named Erica [my last name] are patients of my OB/Gyn