Pics not to be shared

So, the colonoscopy was Friday. Piece of cake. The prep is worse than the procedure. I eat lots of vegetables (shouldn't be fat for the amount of veggies I eat) and couldn't eat any for three days, nor grains or fiber. Bah humbug and all that sort of stuff. Then had to drink that liquid torture. It didn't taste bad but after the first 24 ounces, it gets really kind of icky.
I got to watch the whole thing on the screen since they didn't knock me out. The doc gave me pics of my colon. Very weird. I have filed them away and will not share!
Seriously though, I'm laying there watching my colon scroll by and thinking "gee, I wonder, when he was 7 and his teacher asked him 'Ben, what do you want to be when you grow up?'," how he responded. I should have asked him.
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Saturday I spent organizing my non-yarn crafty stuff. Paper and stamps and such.
I also set up my sewing machine and hemmed a pair of Dave's trousers for school. Every summer I can convince him to do one day at an outlet store where he buys six pairs of Haggar dress pants in a variety of colors. He really liked the one pair but they only had it with a cuff on it. I hemmed them for him. The cost (besides the time involved) is that I bought a new sewing machine! LOL.

Huskystar E20 by Husqvarna Vikeing. It is a simple machine and was $100 off at Joann's. I only need a straight and a hemming stitch. Of course, since it is a new thing, I also "finished" the inside hem with a overcast stitch . . . you know, because I could!

I used to do tons of sewing. I don't (at least right now). I mostly hem (happens a lot when your 21 year old is only 4'10") . . . and you know I'm a friggin giant at 5'1"!! I just don't like making clothes for me . . . I don't like buying clothes for me either but it is basically the same problem in that my butt is bigger than I think it is and I find it horribly depressing to discover that most patterns have to come from Omar the Tentmaker.

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My diploma arrived from CSU. I am officially a graduate of the MBA program.

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On Sunday, after Mass and lunch, I tackled the shelves on my desk at home. Took everything off and then spent the next four hours putting everything back. I threw out all my papers from college. I guess I was waiting for the last diploma before I started tossing. It felt good and the desk and work area looks good.

Now if I can only keep everyone from dumping their stuff on the desk.

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I did do a tad bit of knitting on the MS3 stole. I was getting rather sleepy and think I'll have to go back and look it over before I continue. I've gotten enough done on it that I've had to upgrade it to a larger tote.

Phew for Mom too!

The grades for our last class were posted yesterday (gotta love a professor that has accepted a post at another school and needs to get everything finished very quickly before he moves on). Our final presentation was completed on Saturday, June 30 and our final paper had to be submitted by midnight, Monday, July 2. While our graduation was held on May 12, I had not sent out my announcements. I am not generally superstitious, but figured I would hedge my bets and wait until after the absolute final grades were posted.

I passed Phew.

Now, I want to read a book. Any book. As long as it doesn't have to do with finance, marketing, international business, human resources or strategy . . . well actually, strategy isn't bad and some HR stuff isn't either . . . but a good trashy novel, totally mindless, sounds like fun.

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Thanks so much to all who have sent notes of encouragement and support.

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Knitting stuff: My son is small. For lots of reasons. He is 6-1/2 years old, weighs 36 pounds and is 43" tall. So, I started making him a sweater last year. It was mindless knitting (a Wallaby). It is one of those things that I can pick up and put down without evening thinking about where I am.

Taking a page out of the Yarn Harlot's book, I used the sleeves for setting the gauge. It worked. I made both sleeves. LAST YEAR. Then started working on the body. Well, I'm ready to attach the sleeves and I pulled them out and looked over at Zachariah. Held the sleeves up to his arms and they are at least four inches too short. Seriously, his arms have grown. But four inches??? I mentioned something to my hubby and he said, "well, none of his dress pants are long enough either." To be honest, I generally don't see him in dress pants. He only wears them to school. Gosh, don't I sound like a terrible Mom. No, seriously, my husband teaches at the same school and Zachariah doesn't get up until after I leave in the morning and is in different clothes when I get home. How am I supposed to know?

So, now I am on a mission, to finish the sweater so that he can wear it before he outgrows the sleeves again (I have added FIVE inches to the one sleeve and am working on the other one). I am also going to add an inch or two to the body of the sweater . . . and maybe scratch the hood. Fortunately, he is still skinny as a rail so I don't have to worry about the body not fitting (I checked).

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