Life in Transition Pic Pandamonium!

Warning: These pictures are not in chronological order! Confusion may ensue.

As usual, I cannot resist the extreme close-up. Here I am hamming it up for my mom's camera while at the Pedro Party.

I found this baby at Caita and Herb's house! McKenna is pretty cool, a good little crier and smiler. Life as a baby is extreme! Caita says that she is going to kidnap me because I was able to put the baby to sleep one night. I have not been tested since, but for those of you on the west coast, if I don't come back, this may be the reason. She is pretty tough, and I don't know what I'll do if she makes good on her threat and locks me in Ayla's bedroom until I miss my plane.

Here, I am accepting the Pedro Trophy from Carol after my Big Win! Thank you to all my wonderful partners and Lady Luck. Now, I must be off to the engravers to ensure a long-lasting legacy.

Hehe! I found my old glasses while I was packing. They are close to still being cute, but the frames are actually broken and the prescription in waaay out of date. Oh well...

Here is the yarn I spun! I think I am going to make some arm warmers from it, but I cannot begin anything for myself until after Christmastime.

Awwwww.... The cat sitter sent me this pic from Portland. They are so cute! I miss them a lot. My favorite thing about this pic is that I have one just like it, but with Dre and Alicia instead of the cats.

Oh Happy Day...

first pumpkin pie of the Fall
mmmmmmmmmmmm.........

Most Interesting Misspelling of My Name to Date

Aleiagh

Change is Afoot for Fall

Fall is here, and, as usual, change is in the air. It has just started to cool down, my lease is coming to an end (with no new one in sight), Beth is back Midwest way, the leaves are changing and Hawaii tour planning is really in the thick of things.

I saw this tree a block and a half from my apt starting to change as I drove by and immediately ran into the house, grabbed my camera and sprinted back down the block to capture this shot. The trees all around my neighborhood are starting to redden as the air starts feeling a bit crisper. This past weekend, I was really in the fall spirit - Slav and I got caught in football traffic on I-5 and in Corvallis. Ah, just like old times in Ann Arbor... Frat boys throwing footballs across the streets, pompoms on every man, woman and child, and the excited alums nostalgically wandering town. Unlike Ann Arbor, no witty drumming Rasta Man, no four-story beer bong, no $400 parking, and most disappointing, none of those adorable knit hats the older UM alums wear. You know the ones.

Yeah, Beth is all moved out. It is sad and not just because she owned all the silverware. Here she is all packed up for the big drive back to the mitten.

Here is Indy showing off his cute tush in order to help me sell the futon. It is gone now, and maybe a bit too soon. I'm back down to a camp chair in the living room, just like when I moved in. At least I will have my bed until this weekend...

Here's Indy just cuting the place up.

And Lincoln demonstrating what is indisputably one of his most adorable habits... and you KNOW I don't keep my apartment THAT cold.

In Three's

They say the bad stuff comes in three's. Boy, am I glad to be done, then. Yesterday...
1) I woke up to find a flat tire on my car.
2) A crow (They are mean-spirited without a doubt!) tried to drop a walnut onto my head from a considerable height. A near miss.
3) Water started flowing out of my ceiling just as I was about to go to bed.

Okay, I'm a little worried that the walnut hurling crow doesn't count because it missed me...

Knit Goods

Look at this amazing sweater, my newest pattern purchase.

Doomed

Yesterday, while watching television, I realized that/why humanity is doomed. No, not the vice presidential debate. I saw this on the background TV while eating out afterward: Hole in the Wall. Wow.
Adding to my disbelief, the host says, "It's been in 15 different countries." and, "...we're giving away up to $135,000." Interview here.
Umm... How is this possible?
I hope there are no good archaeologists in the future.