Hits.

I’m pretty small potatos in the ol’ knitting blog pond.  For me 40 hits in a day is a good day.  Once or twice I got up in the 60’s but that’s as high as it goes for one 24 hour cycle.  Thus I was a wee bit shocked when I just checked (yes… I check all the time…. it’s some sort of an addiction) and since midnight I’ve gotten 119 hits.

From what?

No rhyme or reason.  I thought I must have typed something in a post that sent alerts to all the psychos but apparently not.  It’s a little bit of this and a little bit of that.  Well… I’m not complaining.  I’ll enjoy my 119 as I’m sure tomorrow we’ll be back in the thirties or so by tomorrow.

Now… for the Knitting Olympics (or whatever Stephanie is calling that thing) I’ve almost lost enough sanity to actually declare that I’m going to do it.  I did lose touch with reality enough to choose a pattern and order yarn.  It’s a lacy stole thing from knitpicks.  Figured if I was going to 1. mess something up bad or 2. give up on something and bury it in the knitting bag that I’d prefer it wasn’t something I’d spent much cash on.  In other words…. after 6 months living on separate coasts I’m going to be residing in the same house as budget boy.  So…. ordered budget yarn for budget project… and if I lose my last bit of intelligence…. I’M GOING TO THE KNITTING OLYMPICS.

My momma always wished I had some sort of athletic ability.  This is my chance to make her proud.  Ha!