  This weekend was pretty good! I am trying my hand at crocheting (again) in order to use up this horrible yarn that I have (and can't stand). I think I like knitting and crocheting equally, but I'm cheap (and crocheting uses up way more yarn) so I'll probably STILL stick with knitting after this test project is finished.
I also have been working on this OTHER sweater/cardigan. I'm not using a pre-written pattern or anything -- I'm just shaping it according to my measurements and using what I would consider common knowledge to complete the piece. Finished, it actually should look quite similar to the sweater that is discussed in urlLink this thread , except the bottom ribbing on mine isn't nearly as high -- my ribbing is 3 inches, while the ribbing in the picture looks like it could be anywhere from 5 to 5.25" high.
I was having tons of fun knitting that thing up but then I realized that little Nate will be born soon (in just about a month), and I still haven't finished the blanket I'm working for him. On Saturday, we went to go see urlLink A Perfect Circle . urlLink Mini Kiss , who was sort of horrible, and an ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE BAND FROM PHILLY, urlLink Burning Brides opened for them.
Seriously. I wanted to shoot myself in the ears. My exact words to Mike when they came on stage and began playing was, "I don't need to relive the '90s, thanks! " But A Perfect Circle was amazing, as usual, and Maynard was wearing a wig, as usual. The teenagers who flocked to the show were annoying, and there were several instances of me turning to Mike with sentences that started with, "If that was my daughter..." about the fashion choices of today's youth. Now, don't get me wrong here. I'm not talking about urlLink the kids with different colored hair who wear black.
I'm talking about the kids that are walking around in urlLink inappropriate urlLink clothing for their urlLink age . Where are their parents???? Anyway, I'm glad I don't have kids yet. And, hopefully when I do have teenagers, I won't be forced to open up a can of whoop ass when they try to step out of the house in little mini skirts and halter tops. 
