Coming off Anaesthesia

So the 5 teeth turned into 6 at some point, I have a mouth so full of temporary crowns the dentist just made whole side panels instead of individual teeth and it took an extra half day to do it all.

My toe doesn't hurt at all any more, isn't that strange?

I just keep taking naps punctuated by leaving smartass comments on some of my friends blogs. and eating ibuprofen like I hate my liver or something. So I decided this time I woke up I was coherent enough (at least my internal monologue is, if I talk I still sound like "the Spleen") to post a little. First, here is a picture that rather beautifully sums up my Sunday knitting at Knitch.


Picture courtesy of the Happy Goth who has a camera that actually works. She and I went to Target sunday morning and loaded up on halloween candy for all the knitters. If I had known it was Nells' birthday I would have gotten her a card at least or maybe her own bag of chocolate monster bodyparts. Anyway, we has a great turnout even considering how many folks were off at SAFF having yarn buying crises. Many of the Sunday crew who showed up had day-tripped SAFF and Doug let us drool over his acquisitions as he put the last few finishing touches to his fantastic sweater. I drank beer, ate chocolate and finished the first Bird Foot sock.

So now it is Tuesday, I have lost 2 precious days of my life to my crazed dentist and I am taking internet quizzes, which is the next step in coming off the anaesthetic, right after the tingly discomfort and inappropriate blog commenting phase.

Which'>http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=11856N">Which sci-fi crew would you best fit in with? (pics) created with

Did you know that ALL the tests I take that place me in a sci-fi world put me in the Firefly category? Or crew me to Serenity? Or generally categorize me as a browncoat? I suppose its not really any stranger than being a poultry god.

I really need to step away from this computer and knit.

Am-I-Dumb.com - Are you dumb?

Today is a good day for a lolcat.

Your Score: Longcat

62% Affectionate, 40% Excitable, 35% Hungry

Protector of truth.

Slayer of darkness.

Loooooong.

Longcat may seem like just a regular lengthy cat, but he is, in fact, looong. For proof, observe the longpic.

It is prophesized that Longcat and his archnemesis Tacgnol will battle for supremacy on Caturday. The outcome will change the face of the world, and indeed the very fabric of lolcatdom, forever.

Be grateful that the test has chosen you, and only you, to have this title.

To see all possible results, checka dis.

Link: The Which Lolcat Are You? Test written by GumOtaku on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test My Dad's surgery went without a hitch, I'm knitting on the Dark Mark Scarf and MS36K and we have a one legged wild turkey visiting in the yard. It's a great day, what more can I say? Thanks Janice , Hockeymom , and blogless Leah and Laura for all your good wishes!

Entirely too weird to pass up!

I found this at Peony Knits. I'm really not a big fan of memes, but this was, well, read the title.

Ten Top Trivia Tips about The Chickengoddess!

1. Reindeer like to eat The Chickengoddess.
2. It's bad luck to whistle near The Chickengoddess!
3. Astronauts get taller when they are in The Chickengoddess.
4. It took The Chickengoddess 22 years to build the Taj Mahal!
5. A rhinoceros horn is made from compacted The Chickengoddess.
6. You can tell if The Chickengoddess has been hard-boiled by spinning her. If she stands up, she is hard-boiled!
7. The book of Esther in the Bible is the only book which does not mention The Chickengoddess!
8. Never store The Chickengoddess at room temperature!
9. It takes a lobster approximately 7 years to grow to be The Chickengoddess.
10. Humans have 46 chromosomes, peas have 14, and The Chickengoddess has 7.

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Oddly enough Number 6 is true, but as for the astronaut thing, I was drunk at the time and I don't really recall.... Now I am faced with a moral dilemma if I want to eat a lobster. Will it really be cannibalism? With butter? Mmmm. Lobster.

Tagged? Me?

Four Signs of the Apocalypse

I began knitting

I got a blog

I got comments

I have been tagged for a meme.

That's right, folks, the name of the angel who blows that final trumpet is Melissa from Spoiled Rotten (go see her adorable niece!) who wants the world to know -

20 Things about me

1) I don't eat pork. This is not religious, it is because my husband likes pigs too much and thinks they are too intelligent to eat and I like my husband too much to eat it. However, once a year I have a secret and shameful (and very private) breakdown that usually consists of me frying a whole can of Spam and downing it or making a secret run on a pound of bacon at a breakfast bar while my husband is not around.

2) I became Japanese at 40. Well, not really, I always loved Japan (my Dad went there when he was in the service) and Japanese food, but at 40 I decided to take Japanese language lessons and got hooked on anime and got involved with several Japanese crafts (in a completely unrelated series of coincidences). One day when I finally get to go, I want to be able to read and speak enough Japanese to get by. I just hope I don't sound like a 14 year old when I do.

3) Katrina has affected me more that I will admit. I am from New Orleans, and my family lost their homes, I lost all my childhood (except for the memories) and everyone thinks I'm ok because I keep a happy front and keep a positive spin on it, but I might never be really ok. Nuff said.

4) I supposedly have a plaque in a museum in England with my name on it. And except for the fact that there are name and dedication plaques on every surface in England, it might be more special. No, really, it is quite special to me for several reasons. One is that I had the opportunity to be a part of the project, two is that when the plaque was offered to the gentleman who spearheaded the project he insisted that my name be the one on the plaque because I was the glazier that made the piece used to raise money for the museum. One day I hope to get back there to see it.

5) I am Catholic. I am also French (not Cajun), German and Irish. My mood swings are hell. Then I feel guilty about them.

6) I am in the SCA. For those of you who don't know, that's the Society for Creative Anachronism which I have been a member of since 1980. In the SCA I am a Baroness and a Laurel (peerage for arts and sciences). In real life I am a chickengoddess.

7) I am getting new chickens in the spring. I haven't had chickens in years. Ever since a real fox really broke into our chicken house and killed all my chickens (I live downtown in Atlanta) I haven't been able to bring myself to get more. Now I have a plan. All I need is the spring. Of course I'd love an Eglu, but they don't sell them in the States. I don't think Omlet (the company that maked and sells them) even returns emails from the States Any knit bloggers in England want to swing a deal and ship me an Eglu I'd make it worth your while.

8) I have played guitar in a few bands. Mostly punk bands in the 80's, then a brief but fun swan song in a rock and roll band in the 90's. I got to open for X and Black Flag. It was chaotic and wonderful. Later I played Appalacian dulcimer and mandolin in folk and bluegrass groups. I have played since I was 7, and I have always wished I had the strength in my fingers to play lead, but I don't.

9) I became a pharmacist to pay for my glass habit. OK, that's not the only reason, but when you have hobbies that ain't cheap, it is at least a contributing factor.

10) An inordinate number of people I know have committed suicide. I don't know why, and I can never understand it. I have always understood somehow that suicide is not a viable option. It is really sad that so many people I knew didn't get that.

11) I am a Harry Potter freak. I actually avoided the books till after book three, but once I started I realized how wonderful they were. I even like all the movies (so far, I am going to see GoF tonight so I'll reserve comment on that) even though I don't always feel that the directors share my vision. But the muggles do the best they can, I suppose.

12) I destroyed my right knee in a slam dancing accident. It got better, though. But there's nothing like being in an ER at 4 in the morning wearing a black lace merry widow, midnight blue spandex pants, jack boots, spikes and more black eyeliner than should be legally allowed and hearing the ER doc call his friends on another floor and say "Hey, you gotta get down here, you're not going to believe this..." I still have pictures of the cast. And I had to learn to walk again, which was really really weird.

13) I have almost no tolerance for bullshit. I think this happened at 40 as well. I just don't have time for it anymore. If it isn't real, don't bother me. By the time I hit 70 (God willing) I am going to be the most crotchety old woman you've ever met.

14) I have smoked since I was 10 years old. Hey, I know this isn't good for me, but the decision that started this whole thing was made by a 10 year old, so what do you expect? I have, however, got it down to about 2 or 3 a day most days, and ultra light at that. That has been my habit for the last 15 years or so, and aside from the occasional weekend splurge of maybe half a pack now and then, that's all. I don't know if the price to give up those last 2 comfort cigarettes (which my doctor tells me is less pollution than breathing the freaking air in Atlanta) is worth the effort. So I go out on my porch and have a few. I don't allow smoking in the house. I don't want to have everything I own smelling bad, and I don't need to make it easy on myself to get those two.

15) I love rollercoasters, especially sky coaster type rides. I would never never bungee jump, though.

16) I am my biggest work in progress. I love the challenge of trying to make myself a better person. I don't always succeed, and the decisions I make about how I live my life don't always make for an easy time, but I have a lot to overcome.

17) My real name is an unfortunate sentence. It is something my sister and I have discussed, as we share this little problem. We foolishly thought that when we grew up and got married it would somehow go away. It got worse, and much worse for me, as my married name is also a euphamism. It makes for interesting ice breaking at parties, though.

18) My parents are my heroes. Here are two people who both decided to break away from the established family mindsets they came from and create a loving and communicative environment for their children. They did not limit our creativity or try to stamp us into pre-conceived molds. They provided strict limits to protect us, they provided consistent discipline to keep us on a good footing. They supported us through every time of our lives. They taught me the very flexibility and problem solving they now employ to gracefully tackle the overwhelming task of rebuilding their lives after losing everything to Katrina when they should have been coasting through a well deserved retirement. I just think the world of them.

19) I married the man I loved most of all. I knew him for 12 or 13 years before I even knew he thought as highly of me as I did of him. I know how lucky I am.

20) I am scared of flying. I still fly, but I have never completely gotten over it. This course helps me a lot; I highly recommend it. I am much better since I took it, and I review it before every flight. Last time I flew I actually enjoyed it. I have a touch of vertigo too, which also makes escalators a bit of a challenge for me. I have real problems if they're too long, because I get disoriented and that's pretty scary. But you can't let these fears keep you from having a life, you know?

So, there it is. You asked for, you got it. But thanks for asking all the same. I don't know who else to tag because I know this has been around for a while, but if you are reading this and haven't already done this one, consider yourself tagged.

Fear of Felting

Sunday came and went, and although there was much celebration and much Irish dance, there was no felting. Monday, Tuesday, and then the rest of the week came and went and all of a sudden it is Friday and no felting of the Fuzzy Feet. I'll just admit it - I'm scared of ruining them. I have picked up needles and yarn and gotten all brave and adventurous before, but that was because I have always had the safety net of being able to frog it if I screw it up and start again. But felting, well, that's a one way road, and I just haven't gotten the gumption to go down that road just in case it turns out to be the one way road to hell. OK, I'm probably being a little dramatic, but it really is kind of a big thing for me. Well, I figure Sunday is coming around again and that gives me all of tomorrow to screw my courage to the sticking place, bite the bullet, and engage in any other metaphors I can come up with, and Just do it.

Meanwhile, I have started a new project which deserves its own space. So for now, the Chickengoddess is still chickening out on the felting, and I'll ramble on about the new project as soon as I get some pictures together.

Also, because this keeps me from felting even longer, I did one of those blog things. It is almost spot on except for one thing...

Your Birthdate: November 29

You have the mind of an artist, even if you haven't developed the talent yet. Expressive and aware, you enjoy finding new ways to share your feelings. You often feel like you don't fit in - especially in traditional environments. You have big dreams. The problem is putting those dreams into action. Your strength: Your vivid imagination Your weakness: Fear of failure Your power color: Coral Your power symbol: Oval Your power month: November

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

My power color is coral?

Wednesday is for "How the Hell Did This Happen?"

My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?

OK, Somehow, I am worth a freaking mint. I have no idea how, other than that I must be finally cashing in on the deity thing. Hey, I'll take it any way I can get it. But can I buy more yarn with it?