- Straight A’s
- Publishable words
- Flour, 25 pounds of it, as 2.1 cent per ounce
- Ingredients for strawberry fluff pie
- Stalking SEANET watching financial aid roll in for my final three undergrad semesters
- Browsing real estate listings
- Finishing the short row toe on the first Virginia sock–the one I started in January
- Casting on Virginia sock number 2
- Beef Roast for dinner
- Banana Bunkers. Â Because, yeah.
Archives
February 8, In Which We Eat Hot Dogs With Our Brother
Oh, I am double dating. But this picture deserves a post of it’s own!
Friday was Field Fair Part I. Alan and I went together, nothing unusual where school events are concerned. And then we had lunch, also not unusual. What was maybe a bit unusual is that we were both very aware of how much fun we have together, and how wonderful it is to have each other both as friends and classmates. I don’t think anyone has ever laughed as much over a cheap hot dog lunch.
This is my friend.
(See, Alan, I told you that you and your five hot dogs were gonna make the blog!)
January 13, In Which We Finish and Begin Scarves
It’s been another relaxing day. I finished watching the first season of “Jericho” with my boy, and I finished The Traitorous Scarf. First, I tried knitting the roll out. Then I tried crocheting the roll out. Then I resorted the just sewing the darn sides together, as I feared I would have to do in the first place. But it’s done. And it’s now called The BabyMan. At 3 feet long and 3 inches wide….. the measurements explain the name change.
I also did the lice treatment and 2 loads of laundry on “sanitize.” Who says lice can’t be fun? Behold, the gel mohawk. Laughing beats crying any day of the week!
And I started a new project. I have not accurately captured this color–I assure you it is a wonderful rich brown. It’s Sensations Angel Hair from Joann in “Dark Brown,” and it is becoming a cat scarf for my cousin. The yarn is working up much more easily that I thought it would, and it feels fabulous. But I do have one word of warning. Don’t Make A Mistake. I did, and I ended up having to cut out about 3 inches of work. As in, with scissors. The stuff is harder than mohair to rip back.
It claims to be a bulky weight, but I am working it with a 5.5 mm hook with good results. And I so hope I have some of this yarn left over. Because Lord Knows, I do not have enough damn scarves. *eyeroll*
Caught in Appliance Hell
A couple of years ago, I noticed that my frost free freezer had a little ice in it. And lately, it has had a LOT of ice in it. I think I have figured out why, because the compressor won’t quit running, and yet the “not cold enough” alarm won’t quit buzzing. Now, one fritzy appliance does not constitute hell, but the dryer is no longer producing heat. DO you know how long it takes to get stuff dry just tossing it around? A long time, and even after it is dry, the dryer doesn’t shut itself off automatically. I doubt a raypak heater will be required, but I sure hope Mr. Appliance can help me out as efficiently as they did when my frig pooped out. Maybe they’ll give me a little discount for letting you all know about them. I’m not counting on it, but my pocketbook would sure be happy.
Oh, a freezer that’s too warm and a dryer that’s too cold……maybe I will just plug them in to each other somehow! Oh, I slay me!
So hey!
I’ve been busy! I updated my Mighty Musings Life List today, and I was surprised by the amount of stuff I have done. Pleased even!
My Awesome Boyfriend is definitely on the rebound, and he is keeping me hopping. The past couple of nights, he has decided to bark for a couple of hours after I crate him for the night. This is not fun for me, so Operation Puppy Exhaustion is underway around here. I might have over done it a bit this morning: when I brought him in from our walk, he was too tired to lick peanut butter off a fork. I laughed so hard I nearly needed incontinence products. I assure you, he kept up and acted like he wanted to go further while we were outside!
In other news, my yard looks disgusting and I can’t keep the lawnmower running. Blech.
Baby, it’s freezing!
I almost, almost, ALMOST said “Baby, it’s cold outside”, but since everyone else has already said that and sang that and chanted that, I thought I would go with something a little different. Not much different, but a little. If you are headed out for work today in nothing but nursing scrubs, I feel sorry for you!
I however, am snugged up in my house with a the laptop and coffee and a head full of ideas for writing. Actually, I have a head full of tornado for writing, and I am trying to get some chores done so I can sit down with pen and paper and figure out what’s in there! And I am wearing sweats, not scrub pants, because, did I mention it is cold?
I am off this week, which is a pleasant surprise, so I am hoping to get a lot of stuff done. This past week I worked full time, and was in bed before 10 every night. Consequently, there was zero creative effort and minimal housework. I made good strides in the house arena over the weekend, but I am really feeling the itch to do something a little more left brain today. I’m in my favorite mood: high energy, high focus. Now, I just have to pin something down. But I think I said that.
Maybe a short story, about a girl looking for where to buy cheap scrubs and changing her mind and going with animal fur because it’s flipping freezing! And PETA could find out and go crazy and there would be lots of cute baby seal pictures and so on and so forth. Err, maybe not. I’ll get more coffee and think a bit more, k?
June 18-22 Which Includes a Picture I Probably Shouldn’t Publish, but I’m Gonna
June 18 Baby Got Back Sorta. On this day, I slid into 2 pairs of jeans that I slid right back down my hips without unfastening, and then I pulled out these size 6 Levi’s. When I looked in the mirror, there was this thing behind that looked like it wanted to be a butt eventually. Like, when it grew up and stuff. Since I hadn’t seen anything like that on myself in months, I recorded the moment for posterity. And I will be buying some more of these britches in this size.
June 19 Six kid pile-up Here you see a lot of fun going on. This is the kid from down the street with five of my kids piled on top of him. Who knows why, but there was a lot of laughter and play shrieking going on, so I snapped it for ya.
June 20 Not an oops But it almost was. I had gone to bed when I remembered that I had not taken a picture. So I took one. Of the Christmas lights that hang behind the curtains in my room. Am I too old to refer to them as “fairy lights”? No, I don’t think so either.
June 21 Shirt I didn’t buy I almost bought this shirt for That One, because he loves to fish, and he frequently tell me about his nemesis, a huge fish that refuses to take his bait. They are old frenemies, he and this fish. But I didn’t get it because we decided $5 was too much to spend on a fishing shirt. Cause we are frugal beasts.
June 22 A Purple Spidey I love this kid and how he rawks this ‘hawk. He’s something else!
June 10-14 In which we celebrate FREEDOM
June 10 Four feet of counter Yep, I found it. And then I lost it again, at least once per day. But I keep refinding it, so that’s progress of sorts, right?
June 11 Freedom Party On this day, I had a little party. My divorce had become final the week before this, and I wanted to have a party to celebrate, but I thought it would probably be wrong to do that while the children were home, so I waited. And also, there were bff birthdays in March that I never did anything about because I was waiting for the divorce to throw the party, and in the meantime, sections of my unfamily divested themselves of me in a very public way, and so, I truly was finally free.
Is it awful that my major emotional response was relief? I clearly wasn’t imagining things all my life, my feelings were validated and those involved can finally all quit pretending to be something we aren’t. Let me be perfectly clear here: I am only speaking of those who were specifically involved. Does anyone need a dictionary to understand that? And the weirdest part was that they were so concerned that I had talked about them in the first place, when I really only talked about me, and no one even knew we were related until they outed themselves all over my facebook page.
So, this picture is of my lop-sided but delicious Strawberry Tall Cake, which you should really go read about. But come right back, cause I’m not done!
We did indeed have a party. I almost said “bangin’ time”, but that would be too easily misconstrued. Here’s the deal: That One, Guitar Guy and I all share very similar senses of humor. We are all quick-witted, punny and ready to see the hilarity in any given situation. We have a great deal of fun just sitting around stone-cold sober, which is how you will usually find us when we are all together. On this particular night, That One stopped by the ABC store and bought so much liquor that he had to have a permit to bring it to the house, and oh my word!! He went home with most of it, but in the meantime, we found out that he is a *very* capable bar tender, and that when he drinks a bit, he’s even funnier than usual. Madea was in da house, and if you’ve never heard a big white man impersonate a big crazy black woman, you should come to my next party. And it went on for hours, people! Hours! We kicked off about 6pm, and I think I crashed around 4am.
On a more serious note, it was a very fitting closure for me to celebrate my personal freedom with those who have held my hand while I fought so hard for it. There was a great deal more to it than a facebook fight and a piece of paper. This little mouse of a girl has officially graduated to gerbil. I may not be standing very tall at 5 feet even, but damnitall, I’m standing! And, Ang., I really wish you could have been here with me, too. I missed you, even though I know you were here in spirit.
June 12 I want it! That One has a new hat, and I want it. He let me wear it while he was here, but alas, he left with it on his own head. Unfortunately, he found it in an ittybitty store in some town in PA. I’m hopeful that he will find another one, but not counting on it. Oh! Remember I said he was funny? So, we were talking about the hat and he looked at me and said, “yeah they had one in pink, too”. And then I said “Really!!” And he said “no”, and we both dissolved in giggles. Well, he didn’t giggle, he laughed, because boys don’t giggle.
June 13 Matches the Other Half of my Wardrobe See?
June 14 Really? I’d like to meet the person responsible for this piece of marketing “genius”, just so I could point and laugh!