Monthly Archives: June 2007

Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine Says It’s Raining Men!

Lyda here.

Of course, all the men in my life right now are under 18.  But I sure love ’em!!

I’ve come home almost every night this week to a house full of teenagers playing video games, laughing and taking up every square inch of floor and couch. Not only is my second son “Chuck Norris” staying with us, but since school is out my son the Sith Master’s friends have been coming over too. It’s incredible how much space teenage boys can occupy. The walls are oozing testosterone, ya’ll.

“It’s raining men, hallelujah, it’s raining men…”

Hmmm, when I danced to that song in college I had no idea that one day I’d be so happy to have the men in my life all be at least 30 years younger than me.


Here are the full lyrics, for your singing pleasure (but not at work, because you aren’t reading this at work, are you? of course not! But I digress…).

It’s Raining Men
Written by Paul Jabara/Paul Schaffer

Humidity’s rising
Barometer’s getting low
According to all sources
The street’s the place to go

‘Cos tonight for the first time
At just about half past ten
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start raining men

It’s raining men
Hallelujah it’s raining men, Amen
It’s raining men
Hallelujah it’s raining men, Amen

Humidity’s rising
Barometer’s getting low
According to all sources
The street’s the place to go

‘Cos tonight for the first time
At just about half past ten
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start raining men

It’s raining men
Hallelujah it’s raining men, Amen
I’m gonna go out
I’m gonna let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet

It’s raining men
Hallelujah it’s raining men
Every specimen
Tall blond dark and mean
Rough and tough and strong and lean

God bless Mother Nature
She’s a single woman too
She took on a heaven
And she did what she had to do
She taught every angel
To rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman
Could find her perfect guy

It’s raining men
Go get yourself wet girl
I know you want to

I feel stormy weather moving in
About to begin
Hear the thunder
Don’t you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed

It’s raining men Hallelujah
It’s raining men, Amen
It’s raining men Hallelujah
It’s raining men, Amen

It’s raining men Hallelujah
It’s raining men, Amen
It’s raining men Hallelujah
It’s raining men, Amen


This weekend, rip off the roof and stay in bed, girlfriends!


Pollyanna asks you to share the love!

Have you read Frank Notes? See it snuggled over there in our blog list?

Have you been waiting in breathless anticipation like me, to find out what the Top Secret Project is?

TA-DA! Check out this entry on Frank’s blog. 

Isn’t that just the sweetest baby?!

Please help out if you can.  See here for how. And then let Frank know you donated, and you might win a thank-you prize. Maybe even one of those gorgeous quilts. I heart them both. (Get it – they are heart quilts, I heart them… I are clever.) I covet them too. But I am willing to share with YOU, gentle readers.

Knitters and quilters and crafters of all kinds know how to share the love, baby!

Pollyanna Visits the Big Mouse’s House

Lyda here. You know who I mean – Mickey Mouse! And it was only fair for us to visit him, since the mices have been visiting us.

The Sith Master (my son), “Chuck Norris” (otherwise known as Second Son), and I had a blast at Mickey’s pad in Anaheim. We didn’t see MM, as he was busy hangin’ with his peeps in Toontown and such. But we had a great time Saturday at D-land!

Sidebar: The Sith Master hates it when I use  this kind of slang. Apparently it is lame for a 47-year-old mom to try to be all that. Not that his embarassment will stop me. Word!

We got to D-land at 8:30 and stayed until 3:30 or so. Went first to Indiana Jones, then hopped on the Jungle Cruise (one of my favs – I love hearing the same hokey jokes every time, I can’t help it.).  We also did the three roller-coaster-type rides: Space Mountain, Big Thunder Railroad, and the Matterhorn. Did Star Tours (can’t miss anything related to Star Wars!). At the end, we rode the train back to Main Street and saw the dinosaurs (hokey and scientifically inaccurate, but beloved by me!), and went home because our feet were tired.

The whole day, we kept just walking onto rides with only 5 to 15 minutes in line. The longest we waited was 25 minutes. We only used the Fast Pass system once, for Space Mountain – the rest of the time we just sailed onto the rides. Cool!

At one point, we walked past the Pirates ride and jumped on it because the wait was only 5 minutes. In case you have been living in a cave (or not in So Cal, where such things as this and Ms. Hilton dominate the local news)…

Pirates was recently updated it to include Jack Sparrow and references to the movies. We liked it but agreed that the change was definitely not worth waiting in line for a whole day. By sheer coincidence, the last time we went to D-land, the line for Pirates went all the way through the park to the entrance because Johnny Depp was there to open the updated ride. We didn’t see him. Need I tell ya’ll that we did NOT stand in line for Pirates that day? But I digress…

We did NOT go on the new Nemo submarine ride. The wait for that was rumored to be 3 or more hours all day long. (I live here; I can wait until the lines are shorter. Gloat, gloat.)

Possibly the best part of the day was lunch. [Yeah, I love my food ya’ll. And it shows, it shows.] I love to eat in New Orleans Square at the French Market Restaurant, which has great Southern Fried Chicken, outdoor tables, and live jazz music. I highly recommend it.

We sat close to the stage, and my musician sons & I loved it. (The Sith Master plays the trumpet, “Chuck Norris” plays the French horn.)

This time there was also a singer – Queenie, the Queen of New Orleans. Ya’ll, I covet her costume, all red and purple dance hall temptress, with feathers and everything! I was singing along (the trio was loud, so no one could hear me, not that there’s anything wrong with my voice, really) and smiling and clapping, and Queenie gave me a string of mardi gras beads “just because you are so sweet”.  Awesome!

Queenie got the crowd going, got the kids up and dancing with her and banging tamborines (neither of my sons did this, though), gave out lots of beads, and belted out the songs with power and sex appeal.

Can you tell – I want to be Queenie when I grow up!

How else can I dress in a form-fitting dress of red and purple, with feathers and lace and petticoats, and flirt with all the men??

And the guys and I are available as Disneyland guides, if you are out our way… HINT HINT

Pollyanna and the Mayhem of Mices

Lyda again. Nature is apparently sending me big messages.

We have mice!

One night, I strolled into the kitchen to fix myself something to eat (the Sith Master being otherwise engaged for the night) and I saw movement – A MOUSE! A MOUSE IN MY HOUSE!

Now, I know that some people have Encounters of the Rodent Kind regularly, but it was my first time to have a mouse INSIDE my house!

So, I did what any properly raised Southern lady would do – I screamed, and then went next door and “borrowed” the neighbor’s husband to deal with it.

Sidebar: I was amazed at my girly reaction. I’m usually the one that deals calmly with this sort of thing. The weekend before, I had trapped and released a mouse in this same neighbor’s garage – the man of the house being gone – with perfect calm and gentleness. Conclusion: I never know when I’m going to channel the stereotypical Southern belle who feels faint when confronted with wildlife, instead of channeling my practical maternal Grandma who could deal with rattlesnakes and stallions calmly. But I digress…

Nice neighbor man came over, with wife and toddler in tow, and battled the beasty for me. He caught it eventually and got it out of the house for me. Gentle reader, you don’t want to know what happened to the mouse. I asked my neighbor to release it, but on the way to do that something happened. It became an ex-mouse, a mouse no more.

So, later, after I had recovered and eaten dinner, I took my plate into the kitchen – AND SAW A SECOND MOUSE! This one was much tinier, and I figured it was probably the baby of the first mouse. Oh, the guilt!

At this point, I was seriously freaked. Was this the beginning of a massive invasion? Were the mice establishing a beachhead in my kitchen, preparatory to taking over the house and then the world? Maybe rodents have already taken over the world. Certainly mice and rats are very successful and they definitely enjoy human proximity – “Wow, these big guys leave food everywhere! Let’s make more babies!”

I called the nice neighbor man over again, but he couldn’t catch it this time – it ran through the stovetop and then into a hole in the wall! So we plugged up the hole temporarily and I called the landlady, who sympathized and said she’d send an exterminator over as soon as possible.

After several days with me expecting mice to leap out of every cabinet and closet, the exterminator came over and put down traps and sealed some “access points” –“holes in the wall” to the rest of us – but not the one that we had seen the mouse escape into. Instead, he opened that one up so the mouse would come out and get caught.

The next day, he came back, and sure enough, there was a little mouse in one of the traps. Two days later, the exterminator found two more mice in traps he’d put outside.

For now, the invasion seems to be over. And the Sith Master is rolling his eyes over his mom’s sympathy for the poor mices. They were just doing what they do, and I can’t blame them for moving in. They found a great source of food and shelter. They were willing to put up with us as roommates. I was the one who had the problem.

Where was Tommy the cat during the Great Mouse Invasion?

Completely oblivious to the whole thing.

Obviously no one had told him that it’s HIS job to deal with Rodent Uprisings.


Did you know that hobos used to put messages in code on back fences, saying things like “Don’t go here – they’ll set the dogs on you” or (what they put on my Grandma’s fence) “She’ll feed you but she’ll make you work for it.”

Do you think that mice do the same? Is there a little mousey message on our fence, saying “Soft-hearted human, stupid cat, move on in!”?

Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine Returns from the Wilderness!

Lyda here – finally!  Sorry for the long absence.  I wasn’t really in the wilderness, but I have been working at a new temp assignment, which feels like the wilderness. So many new and strange things here! And since I’m in a cubicle, I can’t write at work – not that I have ever done that anyway. Just like you never read blogs at work, right? Right. Work is really cutting into my blogging time.

So, what’s up with me? Hmm… Wish I could report a new love interest or a huge Lottery win. But there is news of a sort.

My second son “Chuck Norris” is coming to stay with us for the summer! Hurray! Very exciting times! He should arrive at our house today. The Sith Master (first son), Chuck Norris and I are then going to celebrate the summer in true So. Cal. fashion: WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAND! We’ve got two free tickets for tomorrow, so it just has to be! Disneyland – I love it! I’ll post something about that on Sunday…

In knitting news – or maybe it’s knitting olds:  I have to admit that I frogged once again, and the Bumpy Scarf is no more. (Hello, my name is Lyda, and I abuse yarn.) Now I am creating a scarf with the same yarn with just knit stitches. I still have no idea what to do with the scarf once I finally finish it. It’s not something that I will wear because it is never that cold here. (Plus I’m perpetually warm. Ah, perimenopause, the gift that keeps on giving. But I digress…) So I’m guessing it is going to be a gift, but not to my sister Pollyanna since it isn’t really “her” colors. Maybe I’ll send it to her to give to someone, since I hear they have a thing called “winter” in those parts.

I’m doing this one in garter stitch because I needed something really simple to do while adjusting to working full-time again (which is really cutting into my knitting time!). It’s going much faster this time, and I can really see that all this screwing up   ripping like I was making Madonna’s jeans    frogging like I’m Miss Piggy  um… practice has made my knitting better. My stitches are more even now, and the ends of the rows look much better this time. I’m dropping a lot fewer stitches, and catching it much quicker when I do drop them. (I hope I didn’t just jinx myself!) And I’m slowly learning to relax and not knit so tightly, although I’m definitely of the Crazy Aunt Purl School of Tight Knitting.

However, I have not abandoned Jane‘s Bumpy Knitting Pattern! I have a plan to use it for a new project. I will let you in on it once it is in progress.

I decided how to use the first project I finished, first known as Random Rectangular Thing and then Stereo Cozy. I’m going to use it as a cover for my alarm clock/radio/CD player. The illuminated dial is too bright when I’m lying in bed awake  going in and out of dreams of hot guys  sleeping, so I’m going to use the Stereo Cozy so the light won’t bug me. (Yes, the light adjusts but even the lowest setting is too high for me. Yes, I am that fussy princess who noticed the pea under the mattress. Got a problem with that?)  Only took me two months to figure that one out…

In other news – one of my very good friends is head over heels, in a new romance, and it sounds so good that I’m thinking it’s time to dip my toes back into the dating water too. I know, I know, I keep saying that. But I think I mean it this time. Maybe…

I found out about a dating website that’s free, so I’ll try it out and let you know… If nothing else, it will be fodder for the blog, right?!

Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine Wishes You a Happy Summer Solstice

Hey there, Anna-Liza here.

Looks like a few people clicked through to Annie Modesitt’s website, thanks folks! I’ll mention it again periodically.

Happy Summer Solstice, everyone! How are you celebrating? (For the record, I’m not a pagan. But I’ve got a bunch of pagan friends. Also Buddhists, Jews, a couple of Muslims, and even some Christians).

Darlin’ K is going to be firespinning tonight at a solstice celebration–anyone who is in the Boulderish area, it’s at the Double Rainbow Ranch, just off the Diagonal. Lots of music, firespinning after dark, solstice fire ritual, $20 ($10 for under 25 year olds). Bring bug repellant–it doesn’t start ’til 6, so you’re okay without sunscreen. Unless you’re Ms. English Hotcar or Number One Son, that is.

I’ve started my Plain and Fancy “Heathers Colors” socks, just maybe 2 more rounds of ribbing. I’ll be using one of the 6-stitch patterns from Sensational Knitted Socks, but haven’t quite chosen between Harebell Lace and Waterfall Rib. I’ll let you know. I also got the swatch done for Mr. B’s Plain and Fancy “Forest Green” (camo colors) sweater, and I think I’ve got all the pattern adjustments done. The pattern I’m using is the Easy Raglan from The Green Mountain Spinnery Knitting Book, but I’m making it in sportweight and their pattern is heavy worsted, so some adjusting had to be done. I hope I got it right–I guess I’ll find out soon enough! Also, I don’t like the look of the yarnover increases, so I will be doing something else there–haven’t decided what, yet.

No WIPs have been FO’d yet. I think I’ll abandon the bucket hat for now–the yarn I was using is too soft. I’ll try it again with a stiffer cotton, like maybe Sugar ‘n’ Cream. Still haven’t gotten any further on the Lace Wrap–need some uninterrupted knitting time without distractions. Eris is still waiting for her sleeves (stockinette in the round, not exactly rocket science). The cabled socks are further along–I’m about halfway through the heel flap on the second sock. And I have been carrying around the ribbon scarf, but it’s just not calling me right now.

Knitting polyamorist, that’s me! Happy Summer!

Pollyanna Asks You to Help Annie

 … because Annie has trouble asking for help. 

Anna-Liza here.

We have a knitter in trouble, folks. If you haven’t heard, Annie Modesitt’s husband was recently diagnosed with multiple myeloma, and the prognosis is not good.

Annie talks about it in her blog, and she has mentioned how hard it is to ask for help. However, she has allowed friends to set up an account for donations, and she is offering one of her really remarkable patterns as a “thank you”. She didn’t have to do that, of course, but I imagine she feels better offering something in return for any help she gets.

She says:

The fine print: Your donation is NOT tax deductible, it is the purchase price for this pattern.  

The money we raise with this pattern will go toward non-medical needs such as transportation to & from the Mayo clinic for Gerry & family members to care for him, mortgage and expenses while both of us are devoting our time to fighting this disease, and child care expenses for our 9 & 10 year old children, Hannah & Max.  Once again – thank you!

Please do what you can. Then go and hug everyone you love, and tell them how you appreciate them.

None of us knows how long we have left; perhaps more devastating is that none of us knows how long our loved ones will be with us.