Sunday, December 28, 2014

Grumpy Cat & Friends Star in "Hard To Be a Cat at Christmas" Music Video





Oh god, this is so adorable!!!

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

Merry Yule to all the pagans!

For the Christians out there in Bloggyland!

For all the knitters! Happy year of the sheep!!
And for the smartasses out there. Or those who are just plain sick and tired of all the Christmas music/shows/merchandise/what have you in the stores.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

My Black Friday 'Fun'

As I posted Thursday, I did a little shopping on Friday, mostly for things I need. After I got some laundry done, of course.

What I got, and where.

Mom and I hit Tractor Supply Company first. She went for the sale on Friskies (Yes, we still have two indoor fuzzballs, and a few outside kitties.) and I went for a work jacket (mine's brown, not moss green.) for $51.99, and gloves for $7.99, both on sale. Mind you, I went in originally for just a jacket, but if this winter is anything like last, I'll need both.

Second stop was Old Navy for me so I could pick up a few pairs of jeans (since I lost weight and my 18s are all too flipping baggy now.) and a pair of better fitting pj pants, all half off. I'm seriously thinking of selling some of the pants that are too loose on me now to make room and money for new pairs. Y'know, kill two birds with one stone.

Last stop was Michael's to meet up with mom and I wound up getting some mini-gift boxes and some peppermint bark to give with Christmas cards to teachers and the office staff at work.

Our last stop was Target to price snow boots for work, since the ones I had from a couple years ago had a leak that I only found out about the first really good snow of the year... And mom needs a pair because she can't keep wearing the waterproof sneakers Jo gave her in the snow because they aren't tall enough.

With that having been reported, I'll leave you with a random fortune cookie quote:
'How dark is dark?
How wise is wise?'

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving Day

Well, it's that time of year again. Time to give thanks for the blessings of the last year. Time for family to come together to stuff themselves catatonic, sometimes while watching the inevitable Thanksgiving Day NFL game. And if you're a shopaholic who just has to get the latest, greatest Black Friday (but really Thursday) deal, time to shop, shop, shop!* However you and yours celebrate this holiday, I wish you all a safe, warm, and happy Thanksgiving!
 
*- We here at KatKnits do not endorse getting up at an unGoddessly early hour to go out and going ape-shit insane for a $90 piece of plastic carp that will likely break within a few days (if not hours) of it being unwrapped on Christmas (or Yule if you are of the pagan/Wiccan faith.). Having said that, I'll be out getting items that I do need (mostly for work) before Yule.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Hm...

Apparently, a cashier at Giant likes my weekend make up. She's come over a couple times when I've been over in the café area working on something for mom to admire it. And also apparently thought I'm just out of school, as well. Nice kid, too.

Took this using Loki's webcam, so it's not the best pic of me with makeup.
Anyway, yes, you heard me right above. I wear makeup on the weekends now. Not a lot, or really over-done, but a bit darker/odder than normal folks. May post on what's in the make up stash later, and what would qualify something to be considered for said stash. Well, besides possibly looking good with what else I've got...

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Argh!

I'm definitely not liking how October started out... Wound up losing my wallet last Sunday while mom and I were out doing laundry, and had planned on hitting Michaels afterwards to pick up a couple craft bits... What pisses me off is that it ha $40, my work and state ID, credit card (now cancelled and waiting on a reissue from my credit union.), swipe card for the doors at work, account cards, and store savings cards. What in the hell did I do to deserve this kinda karma? Ugh... And it's a wallet I've had for the last... 6 years and really liked, too. Granted, it's beat up to the point I really should retire it and get a new one, but still...

Friday, September 19, 2014

Blergh

I am so not liking the new schedule at work.... Instead of working 2:30 to 11 like we've been since I started, my coworkers and I were switched to 9:30am to 6pm. Which means we have to clean around classes during the school day (and shoo kids out of bathrooms we're cleaning), and clean desks/get trash/sweep up the large bits of trash once the kids're gone. I don't know about my coworkers but that ain't a proper cleaning to me.  But, it's what the higher ups want to do to save the almighty dollar.

Monday, August 11, 2014

RIP Robin Williams

RIP

I honestly don't know what to say... This comes as a total shocker. I never for one moment would have pegged Mr. Williams as someone who would commit suicide. Then again, I don't know what demons he may have been struggling with after his latest work.

Guess all I really have is I hope he rests well in the after-life.  He'll be missed and loved.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Things are starting to look up.

Finally, too.

I finished knitting a cowl a coworker over at Wilson had requested a couple weeks ago, so that's getting a wash and sent out tomorrow. And a friend over on GhostVillage asked about commissioning a couple somethings once that was finished up, so going to get details from her on what she'd like. Plus Dr. Myers (Bruce's and my doctor. Love the woman to bits, and I've only had one official appointment with her and went to Bruce's Monday with him and mom and she remembered the knitting.) half-jokingly said about having me knit her a sweater. Which I just may do for Yule/Christmas. Saw one in the latest Knitscene magazine that would look good on her.

Well, that's all I have for now. Hopefully, I can get a flipping camera soon, so I can start posting photos of the knits in progress again... Even if it's a cheap point and shoot digital. Preferably a Nikon, because I actually like how the one I had worked.

TTYS,
Kat

Monday, July 21, 2014

Thank the Goddess THAT went well!

Dad had his doctor's appointment today, and thankfully, it went better than mom and I thought it would. Dr. Myers (who's also my doc, and oh how I love her.) actually talked him into going for the tests he's been putting off because he's afraid his insurance won't pay for it/ that it's too damn expensive. So, score one there.

Score two is that she told him that he has to eat when he starts getting hungry, to keep his blood sugar level. Otherwise he gets all kinds off pissed off and suicidal. I don't mean your run of the mill hangry bit, I mean full blown, I'm honestly afraid he's going to hurt me, mom or one of the furbabies we have left angry. And yes, I told her that during the appointment, in front of him.

Score two and a half: He's finally got a walker! His breathing troubles have gotten to the point that he can't go the ten feet from our front door to the car without having to lean on the trunk to catch his breath. For the record, he's got emphysema, and the last time he had his chest scanned, he had a nodule in one of his lungs that just may've gotten worse. Now, hopefully, the insurance company will pay the other 85 % of the walker cost.

Score three: I ran into one of my schoolmates/neighbors from Long's Gap Road when we were waiting on the scrip for the walker and a test for him, and we recognized each other pretty quickly. Though, he remembered my name before I remembered his. (Yes, I've always been bad with putting names with faces. This is nothing  new, and kind of a running jokeish with most folks who know me.)

Well, that's all for now. Hopefully, the rest of the effing anvil of crappy luck will get off soon. (Prayers/spells/what have you welcome to help with that, because honestly? We need all the help we can get right now.)

Well, I'll talk to y'all later!
Kat

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Well... Sadie passed on around 11:30 am EST today... Mom and I are pretty down about it, and mom wants to rearrange/clean out hers and dad's room so she isn't reminded as much of her, Nala, and Sammy the cat. Can't blame her, since that's where the three of them spent a lot of time. And we've agreed that once the three we have now pass on, we aren't getting any more furbabies. We just lost 3 within 2 weeks, and we're still trying to cope with that.

Anyway... If y'all have furkids, make sure to keep them deflead, and deflea your home.

Saturday, July 12, 2014

Rant, again.

I can't fucking take arsehat anymore. We've lost two cats within the last... two or three weeks, one of whom was because he threw her after getting pissed off at her going for the other's throat. And I don't mean a light throw, I mean a full-on, hit the other wall with a thud throw. She disappeared, and wound up dying three or four days later because he can't keep a damn lid on his fucking temper. I admit to having one, but it takes a helluva lot (outside of jackass) to trigger it, plus I'm a receptive empathy with really sucky shielding. So, when he starts pulling his shit, I'll  usually find my temper getting worse, and best indicator of how bad it is is how much I'm cursing like a fuckin' pirate. I curse some normally, but as my temper gets worse, so does the cursing.

What's pissing me off now is that we have another kitty who likely isn't going to survive the night, and mom told asshole to go get a can of liquid cat nourishment stuff while she was at work. Did he get it? Nope. Now she's really doing bad, and he's pulling his stupid shit. Mom's trying to take care of Sadie and make sure he eats, and it's just stressful as fuck.

On a semi-related note, he wound up rescheduling his doctors appointment from the 7th to the 21st, which meant I had to take another fucking vacation day. And mom and I are going in with him so we can tell his doctor what exactly is going on with him. The way he's acting, he just may be either Hypoglycemic or diabetic. Either one wouldn't surprise me one fucking bit.

Anyway, I know I haven't had much to post besides ranting on asswhore lately, but I need to rant to someone other than Mom (she deals with him too.), or to my coworkers (They don't live with him.), but I've gotta get it out or I'm going to get a shit ton more migraines, and I don't like those any more than I like him.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Of idiots and their obsession with computers of their own, and a business idea

Bruce finally has his own computer!

Yes, y'all read that right.

Asshat got his computer this past week. Granted it's a reconditioned one from our Internet provider, but it shut his ass up about wanting one. Though, he nearly drove Mom and me crazy when she installed anti-virus and Internet security programs on it because it took damn near forever to download for him. No, we don't have dial-up anymore since we switched to wireless. Still say we need faster, but that'll be when we price it and agree to how the bills will be split.

Business idea

I've been kicking the idea of a local shop catering to people in the Goth subculture in my area/town for a bit. Mainly handcrafted things from crafters in the area, possibly with a few commercially made items. I do know that there are a few younger Goths where I work, but don't necessarily know how widespread the subculture is in Carlisle. I'm pretty sure that there's enough in south central Pennsylvania to support a Hot Topic over in the Capital City Mall, though. But I know I don't always like having to drive 20-40 minutes over to Shiremanstown just for one or two stores, when we could probably support a similar store in town and support local artists/crafters in the process. But we'll see how that goes.

And don't forget to let me know what y'all think in the comments! Please?
Kat

Monday, May 26, 2014

Dave Batista Fanvideo





This is something I made a couple of years ago on my old laptop. Kind of embarrassing looking back...

Memorial Day


I hope you all take some time to remember our veterans and those who gave their lives in service. I know of a few folks in my family, both mom's and dad's side, who served in and after WWII.

On dad's side, Granddad was part of the Occupational Forces in Japan and taught Japanese in Korea. Sooner or later, I'll have to get in touch with Uncle Craig to get the full history about his side of the family.

Below, I asked mom to write about her family:

Hi, I'm Kat's mom. I had four uncles, three of which served in WW II. Uncles Jim and Eugene were in the Marine Corps in the South Pacific. Uncle Jim was with the first group of Marines that landed on Guadalcanal. Uncle Eugene was with the second landing and they ran into each other. They both survived. Jim was career Marine, met his future wife while in the Korean War. She was a nurse, I think. And it might have been when he was sent home. He never went back to  Long Island, lived in Orange County, Calif.  Eugene served his time in the Corp and went home to Long Island, got married etc, etc . Uncle Bob was in the Seabees during the War. After the War, he went home to Long Island. Uncle Tom never served, remember the movie "Saving Private Ryan"?  I don't what my dad did. He might not have been old enough.
 
 
That's all for now, and I'll leave y'all with this reminder: Today is not all about hot sales, it's about remembering those who fought and died for us.
 
 

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Of desk agravation and lurkers

Desk bullshit

Well... I ordered a desk the other week from OfficeMax here in town, had it delivered, and started to set it up when I got it... Only to run into a problem with the top board on the hutch being bowed. Not a little bit that I could work around, either. I left it sit for a week or two with the bow facing the ceiling to see if that would get it to lessen some. Went to work on it today, bow's still there and I'm missing a baggie of pieces to hold the hutch door hinge pins in the top and bottom boards. I wound up so pissed off at it that I wound up cursing at it and leaving the house completely to get away from it before I found a way to destroy it. I did put a couple heavyish objects on both ends of the top board to at least try to straighten it out some. Don't think it'll work, but it's worth a shot. And I'll have to call the company to get a replacement on the hinge bits. We'll see how that goes.

Lurkers

I know y'all are reading this blog. I've been tracking the stats most of the times I've checked in, and asked for feedback in the posts, and yet... YOU DON'T EFFING COMMENT!!!! Why? Am I really that damned boring?!? Shit...

And for my Ghostvillage readers, the above is not aimed at you. Posting after I've let you know I've posted is ok with me. It's the lurkers who aren't on GV and don't comment here that are pissing me the hell off.

Anyway, I hope y'all have a good week!

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Random horror story

Ran across this awhile ago, and  figured I'd share it with you. I wrote this back in high school, so it's probably a little crappy. Let me know what y'all think about it. Yes, that includes you, my lurkers. Please?
Just a side note: The story and house is based on a house in my area, which has sadly been torn down since I wrote this story. Sadly.

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"You want to do what around Halloween?!?" Lou asked, sounding surprised.
"I'd like to go on a haunted house road trip," Kailee replied reasonably.
"Sis, you've gone completely insane..." Lou muttered, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"You've just now noticed, brother dear?" Kailee asked, sarcasm coloring her tone of voice.
"Funny, sister," Lou drawled, his tone just as sarcastic as his sister's. He turned to Sean and asked, "So, what's your opinion of her hair-brained idea, bud?"
       "I don't think it's all that hair-brained, and it sounds kinda interesting. I'd be more than willing to go with her just to make sure nothing happens to her," Sean replied. Kailee grinned at him, glad he had readily agreed to come.
       Lou on the other hand, did not agree so readily. "And how d'we know these places aren't fake?"
       "I've researched the places on the list," Kailee nodded towards the list in front of her brother. "-Thoroughly. They're well documented by several well known folks." She replied.
       "Yeah, and they all could've been high as a freakin' kite when they saw the ghosts," Lou scoffed.
       "Right, and I was a druggie when I saw Lucy Pretty Eagle," Kailee snapped, annoyed at how skeptical her brother was. But then, he had always been like that.
       "And I still think you read far too many ghost stories when we lived in Carlisle," Lou muttered. "You still don't have me convinced, but I may as well come, just to make sure you two don't get into trouble."
       "Thank you, Lou!" Kailee chirped.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
       During the next few weeks, they gathered the supplies they needed, along with contingency supplies, and finalized plans.
       The first couple of days, they wandered around Gettysburg, checking out the battlefields, and older buildings. Kailee, having appointed herself the trip photographer, took photos of various locations they visited. They spent the next few days showing Sean around Carlisle and visiting friends they had left behind. On Halloween, Lou drug them around the Newville area.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
       "So why are we doing this again?" Kailee asked, sounding bored out of her mind, as Sean stifled a yawn.
       "Because I like to explore back roads, that's why," Lou replied, sounding just slightly put upon.
       "Suuure," Kailee dryly said. "That explains why we're lost... yet again, dear brother."
       "I'm not lost!" Lou growled.
       "Right, you're just slightly directionally challenged..." Sean muttered. Lou shot a glance at Sean that all too clearly told him to shut the frell up, and Kailee rolled her eyes. She turned, and watched the passing countryside, bored, and singing along to the radio under her breath. As they passed a small elementary school, Kailee saw something out of the corner of her eye, and turned around to see what it was, only to be greeted by the sight of empty fields. She turned back around, and noticed Lou watching her in the rearview mirror.
       "See anything interesting, Kailee?" Lou asked, a hint of sarcasm playing at the edge of his voice, his eyes back on the road ahead.
       "Thought I did, but then again it coulda just been my overactive imagination playing tricks with me. As usual, according to you anyways," she grumbled. Lou rolled his eyes, and ignoring Kailee glaring at the back of his head hard enough to burn holes.
       "Actually, I thought I saw something back there too. Kai wasn't hallucinating, Lou," Sean piped up.
       "Great, you two must've had drugs slipped into your food this morning..." Lou muttered.
       "Lou, if there'd been drugs in our food, you would've been affected too. Think it out rationally for once!" Kailee growled, growing slightly more annoyed with her brother's increasing skepticism towards the paranormal. She glanced out at the small burg they were currently passing through. "Look, it would make sense to go back and see if it was actually a figment of our imagination. If it is there, then hey, we were right. If it isn’t, then you can have bragging rights."
       "Sure. But don't be surprised if nothing's there," Lou remarked. He pulled into the parking lot of a small supermarket. "But first, let's get some food. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry."
       "That figures, brother. You're always hungry!" Kailee remarked, humor darkening her tone.
       "Works for me. And don't make me shove a pickle down your throat, Kailee," Sean joked as the three climbed out of the Jeep.
       "You wouldn't dare!" Kailee exclaimed in mock horror
       "Would too!"
       "Hey, pickle shoving is the big brother's job, Sean. Gitcher head right!" Lou mock-scolded.
       "Geez, who gave you a wedgie this morning, boss?" Sean jokingly asked.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
       After they had gotten the food, eaten, and exhausted most topics of conversation, they headed back towards where Kailee and Sean had seen the house. As they drove back through the hilly terrain, each wondered what would greet them. Lou was shocked to see the old brick house, yard overgrown and vines growing up the exterior, and the drive somewhat weed-choked. After he pulled in and parked, he turned to his companions.
       "So, is this anything like what you guys saw?" he asked.
       They nodded, staring at the building and grounds, as they got out and wandered around, Kailee snapping the occasional picture, and occasionally glancing up at the thunderheads that had been building up all morning. Lou was the first to notice the partially over-grown, half-rusty, half a dull dark blue, older model car. Weeds had already grown window-level, and looked intent on hiding the car even further, if given half a chance. Kailee was the next to notice.
       "Wow, looks like it's been here awhile..." she remarked.
       "Sure, and it coulda been dumped here within the past month or two," Lou sarcastically remarked.
       "Hmm-mm, and if it were, the weeds wouldn't have grown so high, and there would at least be some sign of it being hauled in," Sean pointed out. "I'd say it's been here about a year or so."
       "I'd say more like two to three years, judging from the plant growth," Kailee pitched in. "Of course, depending on the rain, the plants could've grown faster, or slower. Plus, we don't know how much rust was on there to begin with."
       "True enough. Hey, let's make the rest of this side-trip quick," Lou said, glancing up at the now completely overcast sky. "I don't like the way the weather's turned for the worse."
       "Right-o, Lou," Sean called back, as he and Kailee headed over to the house to check it out. Sean peered into the basement as Kailee wandered inside and peered into the rooms. He thought he saw motion in the darker regions, but dismissed it as his imagination. Sean was roughly halfway down before Kailee and Lou called for him to join them. He walked in, only to be slightly baffled when he did not see them immediately, but headed to the small landing between the first and second floors, where they had stopped.
       "Check out that graffiti," Lou commented, nodded towards the part of the third floor that was visible.
       "I'd say some Satanists or cultists had some fun in here," Sean replied. He shivered slightly, noting the creepy, almost unfriendly, vibe coming off the upper landing.
       "Yeah, I'll say. They had some fun downstairs too, apparently," Kailee said. "Or at least, that's just judging from all the graffiti Lou and I saw down there."
       "Actually, the stuff down there looked more like a bunch of kids," Lou commented. "I wonder why the stairs to going up there are missing."
       "Judging from the bad vibes I'm getting, to keep whatever is up there, well, there," Kailee murmured. Lou glanced at her, his skepticism clearly in full force. Kailee brushed past her brother, and started checking out the second floor. Sean and Lou looked at each other, shrugged and headed back downstairs to look around down there.
       When she came back down, Lou glanced at his watch gratefully.
       "So, ready to leave, kiddo?" he asked.
       "Yep. Got all the pictures I want from here," she replied.
       As they headed for the back doorway, a flash of lightening and boom of thunder exploded practically overhead. With a series of curses that would have made any Marine squad proud, they ran outside, clambered into Lou's Jeep and rolled up the windows as quickly as humanly possible.
       "Damn it, that was quick!" Lou growled in annoyance. "No notice at all. Probably not even a peep from Kailee's knee." He glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.
       "Nah, just got the slightest twinge right before the thunder and lightning went off," she grumbled.
       "Great... I swear, next time it only gives a moment's notice of impending rain, I'm shooting the damn thing," Lou muttered darkly, pulling his keys out of his pocket.
       "Right, Lou... That'll only get you thrown in jail...Along with getting you thrown outta the Corps and have mom and 'dad down your throat." Kailee muttered. Lou simply rolled his eyes as he stuck the Jeep's key in the ignition, turned it, and cursed the resulting clicking loudly and thoroughly.
       "I swear, this piece o' junk hates the fragging rain," Lou grumbled.
       "Or we could just be out of gas," Kailee piped up.
       "Kai, we had half a tank left when we pulled up here," Lou glared at her in the rearview mirror. She shrugged in silent reply. Sean stretched, glancing at the derelict building, forehead creased slightly.
       "Y'know, that place is really starting to creep me out," he said.
       "It's not as bad as a camel spider, though. You gotta admit that much," Lou commented. "Those suckers have gotta be Nature's cast-offs."
       "This place is creepy in a different sense, Lou," Sean grumbled. "It has fragging haunted written all over it."
       "Yeah, it does," Kailee murmured. "Guess we're stuck here 'til the storm clears."
       "What, not gonna use your cell to call a tow truck, sister dear?" Lou sarcastically asked.
       "Not in this weather!" she retorted, anger clearly coloring her words.
       "Fine. Guess we're stuck 'til morning..." Lou muttered, exasperated. They settled in, waiting and watching the storm rage. Lou occasionally tried starting the Jeep, and cursed it when it refused to start. As the light faded, the three started worrying. Lou and Kailee had heard stories about a disappearing, haunted house in the area, and wondered if it had ensnared them. Sean, however, was worried about lightning striking a tree, and causing it to fall on the Jeep.
As it got darker, and the Jeep still refused to start, they started wondering where they could sleep.
"We could sack out in the Jeep. It's gotta be safer, and drier than in that house," Kailee piped up.
"Right, and have both front seats almost flat and effectively squishing you, Kai," Lou commented.
"So? I could just climb in the back. I could stuff the food under the front seats, and curl up," she suggested. "And I don't know about you guys, but I find that place really creepy. It's almost as if something... evil is lurking in there."
"Creepy, yeah, but evil? Nah. And it is safer than sitting in a Jeep in the middle of a raging thunderstorm," Sean said softly.
"Yeah, especially if an even nastier thunderstorm comes through," Lou added. "Anyway, grab your stuff, let's sack out in there."
Kailee, still looking skeptical, followed her brother and Sean into the house with her sleeping bag and book bag, which contained her share of food, flashlights, batteries, Berretta, a couple of extra clips and gun licenses for all three of them. Lou and Sean, after taking a closer look at some of the graffiti on the walls, ran back out to the Jeep, returning a few minutes later with their Berettas and extra clips shoved in their belts.
"What, you two don't feel safe?" Kailee remarked.
"Not with what some of that graffiti says, Kai," Sean said. With that, the three cleared some of the debris from the driest room, and unrolled their sleeping bags around a central camp light, and well away from the two gaping windows and door less entry.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
As the rain-drenched darkness closed in completely outside, they ate the food they'd bought at lunch in the dim light, and in relative silence, until Sean piped up with a question.
"So, do either of you know any decent ghost stories?"
Lou and Kailee looked at each other, the same thought clearly going through their minds. Lou nodded at Kailee, since she knew the legend much better than he did.
"Well, it's not really a ghost story as much as it is an urban legend of sorts," Kailee started with her usual preface she used when asked for this ghost story. "When Lou and I lived in Carlisle, we heard stories about a house over on Route 233- the road we're on, just outside Newville that would appear on full moons and Halloween. Usually, Satanic cults would gather on these nights to hold their rituals and such, hence some of the graffiti scrawled on the walls."
As she spoke, a fresh thunderstorm had rolled in and added its voice to the soft counterpoint of the rain.
"But the origins are not satanic, on this the stories agree. The stories say a farmer built the house for himself, his wife and daughter, along with his elderly parents, sometime in the early 19th century. What happens to drive the farmer crazy, and how long it is after the house is completed varies. However, in several stories, one theme is common, but with some variations, depending on the teller. Several years after it reached it’s completed, and the family settled in, his wife decided to leave him for another man. The farmer had been losing it for a while, but this really sent him over the edge. He managed to act sane until the harvest had been gathered. One day after he'd been out at the local tavern drinking, he returned home, drug his parents to the basement, and brutally murdered them. It's said he collected their blood in a large drum, and put it out in the shed." A simultaneous flash of blinding, pale blue lightening and deafening crash of thunder, seemingly right overhead, rattled the walls of the old building.
Kailee watched the two men sitting in front of her in the dim light, noting their reactions. Sean was nervously glancing around the room, and Lou looked like something had dawned on him, although he had heard the story several times before.
"When his only child, who had been home and heard her grandparents screams as her father murdered them, ran out the door to the barn. He heard her, caught her, and drug her into the barn loft. He brutally beat, raped, and strung her up from the rafters."
She paused for a moment, and they looked up as they noticed a low, unearthly moan had started. Kailee glanced at the guys and noticed they were starting to get spooked.
"Guys, it's probably just the wind in the trees. Lord knows there're enough of 'em around here," she said, hoping to calm them down. She fingered the crucifix pendant around her neck, praying that was all it was.
"Once he'd murdered his daughter, some sanity seemed to return, and, seeming to regret what he'd done, he wrote a note stating what he'd done, and his regret over his actions. He also said that Satan had crept into his mind and driven him into the madness in which he'd killed his family. It's said that to this day, the spirits of both the farmer and his murdered daughter haunt the house, and that on the anniversary of the murders, the house appears and relives the entire ghastly event." Kailee finished the story almost whispering, and repressing a shudder at the thought of the yearly horrors. Lou and Sean sat in silence for a few moments, things starting to click in Lou's mind.
"Holy shit, Kai..." muttered Lou.  ”Just how much of that was made up?" he asked, sounding incredulous.
"Most of it I've heard, the rest I researched over at the historical society when we lived here," she replied. "Why?"
"I was just curious. Anyone want to check out the rest of the house?"
"Not in the dark I don't, you crazy idiot!" Kailee exclaimed, sounding shocked. "We don't know how sturdy the joists upstairs are, or if this is the disappearing house," She reasoned, slightly calmer. "If it is, then God only knows what's in here with us."
"Superstitious much, sister dearest?" Lou sarcastically drawled.
"Just a little. But I've got good reason to be," she replied calmly.
"Sure... I’ll believe that when hell freezes over..." Lou muttered, resulting in Kailee rolling her eyes at his continued highly skeptical reaction.
She crawled into her sleeping bag, propping her chin on her forearms and watched her companions argue over various football team's chances to get into the Super Bowl. As she watched them, she noticed a shadow figure pause in the door behind the men, but wrote it off as her imagination, and the darkness in the hall. She turned her attention to the conversation in time to hear them speculating on the Eagles.
"Hey guys, they’re screwed without T.O., and he was enough of a screw up that they’re not gonna take ‘im back no matter what. ‘Sides, it’s ‘bout time the Steelers got one for the thumb."
Both men stared at her, somewhat incredulously. Lou found his voice first and asked, "Have you lost your mind?"
"Nope. The only reason they made it last year was because T.O. was pretty decent," she reasoned.
"True, but they still have time to cultivate talent," Lou argued.
"No they don’t, Lou. They’ve already blown the start of the season, and the Bowl’s in February," Sean argued. Kailee rolled her eyes and listened to them argues a while longer before drifting off to sleep.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Kailee woke with a start a few hours later, and scanned the immediate vicinity for what had woken her, meeting with only the dim shapes of her brother, Sean, and their gear. Glancing through the gaping holes where the windows once were, she only saw thinning clouds, a dilapidated shed she’d noticed earlier, and the stars. Settling back down, she shoved the unease she’d felt to the back of her mind and tried to get back to sleep.
Just as she was slipping into a light doze, a low moan and muttering caught her attention. Blinking a few times, she snapped on the flashlight closest to her, as a crash from the second floor seemed to shake the dilapidated house to its foundations, waking Sean and Lou.
Kailee swallowed a gasp as she saw what appeared to be blood slowly creeping into the room from the hallway. As the men followed her panicked look, a large black figure loomed in the door.
"Spirit, we ask that you allow us to spend the night out of the elements," Kailee’s voice rang out as the form started to move into the room. It paused, seeming to consider her request, then nodded and drifted back into the gloom of the hallway, along with the blood. They released a collective sigh of relief as the oppressive atmosphere was lifted with the specter’s passing.
"Well, that confirmed my suspicions," Kailee murmured. "This is the house those stories were about."
"You just figured that out now, Kai?" Lou asked, somewhat exasperated.
"Wait, what the frell am I missing?" Sean cut in, somewhat confused.
"Yeah, ya probably are. Now, if the spirit doesn’t-" an affirmative moan cut her short, but she went on. “I’ll tell you what I should have included earlier.”
"After the farmer’s death, his younger brother and his family moved in roughly a year later. Roughly a month later, they started having trouble with a poltergeist moving odds and ends around, along with screams from both the basement and third floor. Their youngest daughter reported seeing her cousin sitting at the foot of her bed at night, along with hearing a man’s footsteps coming up the stairs around midnight or one in the morning. The family was found soon after, murdered. They were buried beside the original family. The house was abandoned soon after for about fifty or sixty years.
"At this point, a local priest, had heard stories about the place from younger members of his congregation for a few years and decided to investigate it, with proper approval from his higher-ups, of course. He moved in, and set about restoring it with help from whomever he could hire. None seemed willing to stay more than a week and a half. During this, he kept a diary documenting what he observed along with the renovation’s progress daily for the first several months. But the entries soon became few and far between, and when they were made, indicated his slow descent into madness supposedly because he was being tormented by the spirit of the original owner. Of course, some stories say it was Satan who was disguising himself as the farmer to do so."
Kailee paused to listen for any indication of disapproval from the spectral visitor. None came.
"Eventually, the priest was found dead in the house, and the house was returned to the descendants of the farmer’s brother, who kept the house up as best they could, until it was sold to a man who wanted to renovated it into a bed and breakfast. However the school across the street started making noise about wanting it torn down because kids were breaking in and vandalizing it, having satanic rituals, and all that stuff. Then another person brought up the fact it’s a historic landmark, so the plans were scrapped, and it disappeared, only to reappear on full moons, Halloween and the anniversary of the murder/suicide," she concluded.
A peaceful quiet descended on the house, the only sound the gentle rustle of the breeze in the trees surrounding them. Kailee relaxed when she sensed the spirit’s approval and fading into the light. She was relieved the retelling of what she’d remembered had eased the farmer’s conscious enough to accept his peace.
"You’re joking, right?" Sean asked.
"Nope. That isn’t something I’d joke about," Kailee replied. "Lou might, though."
"No, I wouldn’t!" Lou grumbled.
"Mm-hmm… Sure, Lou." Kai rolled her eyes slightly.


Saturday, May 3, 2014

Ugh

Not sure if I should seriously try my hand at selling what I make once mom and I get the house cleaned up and creative/home office areas set up. Mom's already said she's going to have to since her hours at work just may get cut back to 20 a week due to her arthritis, and I've already said 'I told you so, bitch!' since I've told her to go ahead and sell for a few years now. At least with her work, she's got a place to sell in Carlisle Arts Learning Center. If my jewelry ever gets up to par, I could probably sell there, but that won't be for a while. But I could probably sell the knitting and possibly decorated tote bags online. Maybe...

If I do start making bags to sell, it'll probably be Day of the Dead/skull/general Goth themed type bags. Kinda like this:


I know, not the best photo of the bag, but until I can find my effing camera (and I'm not gonna swipe mom's to take photos of my knitting/other crafty things, damnit.), my phone'll have to do.

Anyway, that's all for now. Let me know what you think of the bag, and if you think I should make and sell more things like that. Please?

Monday, April 7, 2014

Ranty-rant-rant... (NSFW due to foul language)

I swear to fucking God, Bruce is going to drive me and Mom insane and make my temper worse.

Why? The 'man' acts like a fucking 16 year old drama queen when he's confronted with the fact he never locks the front door, that he needs to consistently remember to take his damn meds (and mom and I have agreed that his anti-depressant dose needs upped like crazy.), and that he needs to stop obsessing over shit that happened in the past! Ugh!

I noticed when I went to get something out of the car that he hadn't locked the door (yes, mom and I lock it. It's ingrained in her because of where she grew up in NYC, and me because we had a crazy-assed neighbor at the last place we lived. I'm not even joking on that...) and mentioned it to them. He starts saying that he doesn't always leave the door unlocked, that it doesn't happen as frequently as we say it does, and tries to imply that we're liars. We argued back that he does leave it unlocked 98% of the time, he keeps trying to say he doesn't and getting all pissy about it, which just gets me all pissed off to where I'm yelling at him, and tell him point blank that he's worse than a damn drama queen. He wound up saying that he'll leave and never come back and all that horseshit. I wound up just going back upstairs to keep cleaning and get the temper under control. Still a tad pissed off, and if I do go drag mom to see Captain America 2, his stupid fuckin' ass is staying home.

Anyway, moving on to something else before I wind up either beating the shit out of someone or getting a damn migraine.

Knitting/yarn pictures and another way to stalk me!

I know I haven't mentioned this on here, but I'm now on Twitter, and have been for awhile. Follow me on Twitter @KitKatKnitter and enjoy the expanded insanity!

Alright, on to a couple pictures!
This... Is just one of the under-the-bed storage things of yarn. I have another, plus at least a couple binfuls of stash.
And no, I don't need an intervention. Yet.
This sucker's being made using acrylic baby yarn. Caron's Pound of Love, if I remember rightly.
Anyway, that's all for now, and I'll post my Twithandle over on the sidebar so you can still find me later.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Blargh...

Ugh... Arsehat (aka dad, aka Bruce) is looking at getting a laptop for himself, and bitching about how expensive they are. While I hate that he's obsessing over getting one and how expensive they are (which I get, since I recently got my baby Loki. Yes, I named my laptop. No, I don't care that makes me look crazy. I spend enough damn time on the computers that I may as well.), at least he's saving money for something, and he won't be fucking up my computers or mom's computer. Hopefully, he'll also get his own printer, but that's a long shot, same with getting him to pay for any ink/paper/wear and tear on my printer...

Speaking of, I'm currently using an Epson XP-410 and I'm rather liking it. I especially appreciate that I don't have to plug it into the laptop to print, since it's wifi enabled, and it's already hooked into my desktop computer. And I'm especially loving the copy feature on it, since that means I can copy patterns and mark the copies up to my heart's content and not worry so much. (Plus, I do find the odd mandala/coloring page bit at work that I particularly like and want to color in, but don't want to blow the only copy I have. Speaking of, I should post a scan of one I colored in...)  And if I ever find my camera, I can print some of the photos from that as well...

Alright, onto other stuff... I recently ran across a podcast I like from a wrestler (another one...) that's actually pretty damn entertaining and not profanity laced like the Steve Austin Show Unleashed is. Talk Is Jericho is fairly entertaining, and informative in its own way. And good lord... Sucker turned me into a bit more of a Jericholic. I mean, I already like Fozzy (because holy hell, their music is fuckin' amazing, thankyouverymuch!), but this show... And the fact he interviewed Jeff Belanger, writer, tv show host, and founder of Ghostvillage.com?  Icing on the cake. And yes, you need to go check out both the podcasts I just linked to. Please?

Alright on that note, I'll leave you folks with a scan of something I colored. Hope you enjoy!!!

Friday, April 4, 2014

Yarn store

Well... The yarn store in town is closing down April 25th. I'm not particularly happy about it, because this is the only yarn store in town (outside of the small selections at Wallass and Micheal's craft store. But they aren't proper yarnstores, damnit!) While this means that there's going to be some nice sale prices on the yarn and such... I'm going to miss them.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

Wow...

How the time does fly by sometimes. And not always in the fun way...
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Latest news

So far, I've semi-managed to stay on-diet, with some detours, which I'm not gonna waste the energy to beat myself up over because it isn't worth it at all. It's actually helped some, since I've manage to lose about 10 and a half pounds as of my last doctor's appointment. Yay!

On that front, I actually went about my migraine headaches, since I've been getting a few more than my normal, and had my bosses on my arse about going to get them taken care of. And I apparently wound up with a few more migraine symptoms lately (namely being: More confused than normal, no concentration (and not being tied to the preexisting ADD), and dizziness.) which are soooo much fun. Not. My major trigger for the nasty f***ers is being stressed all to hell, and I've been dealing with more than enough lately with the renovation ish at work, my coworkers and my areas being shifted around with little notice, and the fact we don't know exactly when/if we're going to get fired and replaced with contractors. Also, Dad is still being his drama queen stupid self... Add this shit together, and it's really no surprise about the migraines. Anyway... The doc put me on anti-depressants to at least reduce the reaction to the stress and reduce the number of migraines. So far, they've helped. Although, I'm also a tad more hyper on them. Don't mind that all that much, since I tend to use that extra energy to do my area.

Anyway, that's all for now. Catch you sometime soon!

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Happy Lent!

Yes, it's that time of year for my Catholic readers!

If you're not Catholic/Christian and want to learn more about Lent (I know I do!), here's some links to do so:
Wikipedia page on Lent
About.com Article on Lent
Catholic.org
Catholic Education Lent page

If you'd like to do more, Google Lent or go to your local library and read up!

Just a quick disclaimer: I am by no means Catholic or even Christian. But I did go to a Catholic school for kindergarten through either 1st or second grade. I need to double check with mom on that. I'm pretty sure she's the one who insisted I go.

Since it's Lent, I figured what better time to start on a diet. For Lent, I'm cutting out most of the really unhealthy processed 'food' I used to eat (except for coffee. I love me some coffee.), and switching over to more fruit, vegtables, milk (of any sort. Mom likes chocolate soy in her coffee, and it's worth switching to that in place of the creamers I normally put in my coffee.), yogurt, eggs and organic prepared foods. And if I actually lose a little weight, that's going to be an added bonus. Only thing I'm probably going to be really jonesing for whole process is soda, especially at work. But I'm going to be replacing that with tea/water. And I'm probably going to miss Mickey D's, but I'm going to probably find more healthy alternatives for that. I hope.

If you're giving anything up for Lent, or have some really nice vegetarian recipes, let me  know down in the comments. I'm open to trying most anything!

Catch y'all on the flipside!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Is it spring yet?

God, I'm so flipping tired of winter already... And have been since about mid-January. Swear we've had at least one 2 hour delay/school closing a week since the new year, and it's driven me freakin' bonkers...

Practically to the point of knitting brightly colored socks.

Thank god I've got a yarn stash, and some nice sock yarn, otherwise I would've had to break yarn diet and get more. Right now, I've got a pair of alpaca socks on the needles (don't remember what it is off hand, and I need to find the flipping label for it.) that my Shawn muse calls my gay pride socks. Yes, they're rainbow colored, and I need to get a picture of it... And post it on Twitter.

Frakking weather!

This shit is what we're currently looking at. And I'm hoping the artic air shoves it down so we don't get the 3-6" they were originally calling for. *crosses fingers* And if we wind up with more, I'm hunting down the jackass who keeps doing the snowdance and hurting them.

Anyway, see y'all on the flip side!

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Holy shit, it's March!

Whoa, where the heck did the time go? Last I looked, it was still February! Eh, at least it's a little closer to Spring! This year, it's March 20th, and good lord, I can't freakin' wait. I'm sick and tired of all the cold, snow and ice we've been getting and the school closings/2 hour delays the b!tches have been causing. Heck, the last time we had an ice storm this winter, a woman ran into dad's beaterChrysler and bent up the drivers door pretty good. And it's going to cost about $1500 to replace it, or at least that's what Erie Insurance is going to pay for it. *sighs*

In other news, I've got a new laptop. It's an HP15, and shit, it's going to take a bite to get used to Windows 8. We've got Windows 7 on our desktops here at home, so I'm more used to that OS. My only complaint is that the keyboard needs to be a tad more responsive. I tend to type a bit fast, and half the time when I'm typing on it, and it doesn't register some of what I type. So frustrating...

Well, that's all for now, folks!

Saturday, February 15, 2014

'Nuff said.

Ugh... Can't believe I went just about 3 months without updating... Oh wait, yes I can.

Snow, Snow, and more Snowyshit.

If you've been watching the news lately, you've probably noticed the northeast (aka KatKnits central) has been getting whacked beat all to hell by snowstorms. And it hasn't been fun at all. Especially for those of us whose job it is to clean up after it... And god, do I ever want need a warm vacation... But alas, not in the financial cards at the moment.

Anyway, I'll hopefully be back to posting a little more regularly here soon enough. And actually find my camera to post photos of the knitterly goings-on and other such fun.