I mean sick as in depraved, not sick as in bedridden and in need of craft projects to alleviate boredom.

I stumbled upon The AntiCraft! when looking at a pattern for a felted purse with a skull motif. I found myself giddily mesmerized by the knitting, cross-stitch, and other assorted craft projects. Seriously, I love these doctored up dollar store ceramic angels.

I really, really like them.  I like them so much, I want to run out and buy paint.   (But don’t worry, I promise not to make one for your Christmas gift this year – I might do it for my Mom, though.  She loves me no matter what stupid things I do).

And, Cthulhu Sez…

And, my personal favorite, Bad Juju, from Issue #1: You are Going to Die, so You Might As Well Knit.    Cute little voodoo doll. EVERYBODY needs one.

Not only are the craft ideas an patterns delightfully unique, but the articles in this on-line magazine are fun and informative.  (I never knew there were wigs for your private areas, or that they were quite the rage in the late 1200s.)

I am absorbed in this.   I am going to be late picking up the kids from school.

I just received a notification that the new New Orleans Information, Entertainment and Blogging webapalooza is now up and running: at nola.humidbeings.com.

Many moons ago, Humid Haney teased us with the idea that this site was coming. I must say, it was well worth the wait. As many of my readers know, I love New Orleans. She’s one of the crown jewels of this vast and varied nation. Congrats, Humid Beings, y’all done good. How’s yer mom’n'dem?

If you are interested in reading about all things New Orleans, wander on over. Go slow; take your time. It’s hot out.

Last week, I had an important doctor visit (which resulted in some very, very good news which I’ll decompress about later). After I left the office, I had a glimpse of my reflection in the glass doors. I was a walking poster for team fashion.

I had on my new Auburn tee we picked up at the Miss State game weekend:

And, since it is always chilly at the doctor’s office, I donned my pink* Atlanta Braves Sweatshirt Jacket:

Glancing downward, in my hands, I had my trusty Saints Logo knitting tote:

Yah. I was slummin’ that day. What a vision.

*I have conflicting issues about pink teamwear. In general, I think it bites. I bought this sweatshirt because it was the only one I could find at the last minute that fit on a game weekend where the weather turned out to be a high of 42. I had to have something. For games, I think team colors should be worn. That’s why you’ll never ever see me sporting a pink sparkly Saints jersey.

…then get another job.

I have always loved Ozzie.

My daughter had a soccer match down in Birmingham today. It was one of those surreal experiences that make you just want to get back home and into your comfort zone (or jammies).

When we arrived at the sports park, the parking area was basically a ginormous gravel pit, complete with piles of rock, pebbles, and large swaths of mud dug out by bigger cars with bigger tires. It doesn’t matter how frou-frou the neighborhood was. We were still in deep south Alabama, and even the yuppies cannot resist the redneck-free-for-all that is a gravel pit parking area.

In addition to kids playing soccer there were also little field hockey teams. Now, color me stunned and a little disoriented because where I hail from, field hockey is one of those vague sports one knows exists but has never actually believed anyone really plays (much like curling and half-court hand ball). If you ever thought pee-wee baseball was a comedy of errors, you should take a gander at pee-wee field hockey. The only real difference here was instead of just one kid wielding a big stick, they all were.

One side-effect of a month with no sun is that you could find yourself in Birmingham on a bright, sunny 85 degree afternoon sans sunscreen, as I was. When you get home and see your red face in the mirror, do not assume you are having a heart attack. It’s probably just a sunburn.

PS – The Saints rushed the ball for over 200 yards today. This thrills me because I had been worried about establishing the run all week.

PPS – The Saints D also prevented T.O. from catching a pass, thus ending the loudmouth’s 180-billion-some-odd-games-with-a-catch streak

PPPS – Actually, I really think T.O. just dropped them and the Saints D probably didn’t have a real big hand in it. I only heard the game on radio.

Over the past week, while watching the Florida game Saturday and the Ole Miss game last night, and other assorted matches, we were told repeatedly how many players, teams, coaches had to deal with flu-illnesses making the rounds.

“We had guys miss time. We had three of our best players. One shouldn’t have played,” Meyer said. “If it’s anybody other than Jeff Demps, they said he probably couldn’t function. And Jeff did not look right.”

We parents would be hammered if we sent a feverish kid to school in this swine-flu-fear climate. We are repeatedly told that we MUST keep a child home until they have been 24 hours fever-free.

Let me be clear – I think this and most other disease-du-jour hysteria is hyped up far beyond a reasonable level of caution. I’m just venturing that if a group of 4th graders exhibiting flu symptoms went on a field-trip where they’d engage in contact with other groups of 4th graders, those administrators would be castrated.

Ever since I learned to knit about 13 months ago, under the expert tutelage of my seester, I’ve given away just about everything I’ve created. The one exception so far, was my Black & Gold Fish Hat. I decided, way back in June, to start a pair of cabled socks for myself. I finally finished them last night:

So, Terri, I suppose this means that I can start your slippers. I only have 2 or 3 other projects currently on the needles. Time to start new ones.