23 May, 2008

I'm addicted

To knitting!!


I must be getting old.  Isn't knitting
for grandmothers?
(Whistlers mother not the cool grandmothers of today :)

My co-worker gave me a pattern for knitting
washcloths and now I am nuts for them.
I have knitted many a tedious and boring scarf 
but these darn wash cloths are zippy! 

I am so addicted that I take yarn to work
and knit between customers, I knit
while watching tv... Give me a hard cider
and kitting needles and turn on an old movie
and am set for the evening.
I think I need help!! I even dream of knitting
at night!  Ahhh!!   

If I could get away with bringing knitting needles on 
the plane to Ireland I would.  Maybe that is the intervention I
need.   A knitting moratorium.   No knitting while in Ireland......but
maybe I could pawn off my washcloths on my pals Pam and Angie.

I can't knit today.  I am getting ready for my daughters 16th 
birthday party.  Bummer! We will have her and a bunch of slightly 
dramatic teenagers in the house (are they all mental as teens?)
I don't know what is up with teens these days.  It seems like
they get their hormones and then they loose their minds or 
something.  Don't get me wrong, they are good kids.... just some
what silly and emotional.  Oh joy! A whole weekend full of them!
(I'm Kidding...really it is fun running around acting like a teen myself.)


WASH CLOTH OR BIKINI BOTTOM?
YOU TELL ME?

11 May, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!!



Happy Mother's day to all my favorite moms.

Best wishes to you on Mother's day and everyday :) ~Kimme



To my mother:
Your kindness and love sits in my heart always. 
Your favorite flowers are in a vase on my table in
memory of you.
Love, Kimmekat



In tears we saw you sinking, 
And watched you pass away. 
Our hearts were almost broken, 
We wanted you to stay. 
But when we saw you sleeping, 
So peaceful, free from pain, 
How could we wish you back with us, 
To suffer that again. 
It broke our hearts to lose you, 
But you did not go alone, 
For part of us went with you, 
The day God took you home.

If Roses grow in Heaven, 
Lord please pick a bunch for me, 
Place them in my Mother's arms 
and tell her they're from me. 
Tell her I love her and miss her, 
and when she turns to smile, 
place a kiss upon her cheek 
and hold her for awhile. 
Because remembering her is easy, 
I do it every day, 
but there's an ache within my heart 
that will never go away.

Don't think of her as gone away 
Her journey's just begun 
Life holds so many facets 
This earth is only one 
Just think of her as resting 
From the sorrows and the tears 
In a place of warmth and comfort
Where there are no days and years
Think how she must be wishing
That we could know, today 
Now nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away
And think of her as living
In the hearts of those she touched
For nothing loved is ever lost
And she is loved so very much.

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Thank you lee Hansen for the clipart.