No Woman, No Cry

Why is it that listening to the great Bob Marley can put you in the greatest of moods? I'm not smokin' the stuff that would go REALLY good with the tunes, yet I feel light and happy all of a sudden. I love my MP3 player. Plug in and groove (hoping that no one notices the whitest white girl in the world bopping like a spaz to the fab reggae playing in her ears) to my hearts content. *sigh* I am so glad it's just Hubby in the room, LOL!

Well, I am truckin' right along on my new pair of socks (Lana Grossa yarn) and happy as a lark doing so. However, there is an evil dishcloth in my knitting cabinet that is leaving me mean little notes and threats of great bodily harm if I don't pick it up and finish it BEFORE Christmas. Little rat bastard. I hate knitting on it. It is a gift, and I do need to finish it, but the thing feels so cumbersome in my hands now, after knitting with fingering weight yarn and 3mm addis! *sigh* I suppose I have to bite the bullet and just do it or the F-er will cut me in my sleep or something.

I get the weekend off, due to the new store not opening on time. I worked Monday, had Tues, Wed, Thurs off. I was supposed to go in tonight and tomorrow night 6-12am, but they need their inspection, so I am off til at least Monday, possibly Tuesday. Cool with me. i want the dough, but it's nice to be able to spend some time with my Man and Monkeys.

"Let's get together and feel alright..."

I love this man's music.

Calgon, take me away......

Ever have one of those days that you just want to crawl back into bed and not wake up for six months or so? Yeah, it's one of those days here for me. Or, I should say, one of those weeks.

Not for lack of sleep, mind you, Hubby has graciously let me sleep WAY in the last few days. It's Mouth. He's had a rotten week, thus I have had a rotten week. He was good this morning until I got up. He watched endless T.V. this morning (Hubby was doing dishes and laundry, that sainted man) and so when I got up I figured I'd watch 30 Minute Meals. WRONG-O, Momma. That was the beginning. He said he was hungry, I made fish sticks. He likes fish sticks. With ketchup. But, no, Momma wasn't the mind reader and had no idea it would set off nuclear holocaust. Forty-five minutes later, he's still staring at the damned plate full of fish sticks. Which is actually, only four, cut in thirds. No where near the entire freakin' swordfish you would think I was trying to force him to eat.

*sigh* There isn't enough freaking Paxil and Boone's Farm to fix this week.

YAY FOR GREENIES!!!!!

Boom, baby! First paycheck (actually got it last Thursday, but have been lazy about posting lately) and loving it! It's gone now, but loved while it lasted, LOL.

Well, I have spent most of my time as of late as Fry Bitch. Yuck. I come home smelling like I did a swan dive into the fryer and my face and hair greasy beyond belief. So, I am up to at least two showers a day on work days. Sometimes three. *sigh* Well, isn't cleanliness close to godliness? We're close. Wow, me and God, man, me and God. We must be tight, with all these showers.

Anyway. My mom broke her foot last Sunday. Falling up my sisters back stairs. She's lucky all she broke was her foot. She's 65, living with leukemia, survived bladder cancer, and has had four heart attacks. This woman wound up in a heap on the stairs, with her leg bent back behind her and sitting on it. All she ended up with was a chipped and cracked bone. I know, that's not nothing, but it's better than what could have happened. A fractured femur, broken hip, another heart attack.... ugh. AND she has a blood clot in her groin. Bloody hell, can't she catch a break (I swear, no pun intended)? I mean, really. This is all she needs. And I really hate having to worry all the time about it breaking loose and travelling somewhere serious like her heart or brain or something. I am a worry wort by nature and this is driving me up the fucking wall. I love my mom dearly and worry about her health constantly.

And in other news, I have completed the Berry socks and have moved onto Christmas washcloths (presents) and another pair of socks. hee hee. I love knitting socks. I like the yarn, I like the needles (I'm using an Addi Turbo circular needle to do Magic Loop) and I like the little bitty stitches.

Well, I should go, cuz Booga keeps trying to wake up.

P.S. Happy Turkey Day!!!!! Gobble Gobble!

It's Snowing!!!!!!!!

Must....resist......putting up....Christmas.....decorations.......

Don't...sucumb... to the..... yuletide cheer......

Can't....help...myself.....want......pretty...lights.......

I Got My Game On

Well, it's been a while since my last post, mainly because there hasn't been a ton of stuff happening around here. Booga had his 1st Birthday Party this past Saturday, and it was pretty good. Just my Mom, my sister and her family, and my aunt & uncle came. Small, but cozy. I actually prefer smaller parties, cuz you can visit a bit more than if you're trying to wrangle kids and thirty guests at the same time. We made Booga a mini no-bake cheesecake for his own personal cake to dive into, and ordered a bakery cake for everyone else. Poor guy. Sucks having an egg allergy. But, hey, he didn't seem to mind the least little bit. He ate almost the whole mini cheesecake, finger scoop by finger scoop. :)

Things at Checkers are going well. I had a few moments when I wanted to dunk my head in the fryer and put myself out my misery last week, but things are looking up this week. I've been doing Low-side window (they have a passenger side drive thru that isn't as busy, thus "Low-Side") all by my lonesome and doing fryer during slow times. Got the fryer thing down pat and I was on my game tonight on the window. All in all, a good night. (A whole 2 1/2 hours. Still the training schedule) And payday is Thursday. I love me some dough. Gimme the greenies.

Still not done on the Berry sock. I pick it up, work three rounds and put it down. Maybe I'm burnt out on the pattern. It's the only one that I've made that is big enough for my hippo legs. I started one not too long ago (with the Berry yarn) and did three inches of the cuff before I realized, "Hmmm. This minuscule tube will not even fit over the wide part of my foot, let alone my rhino calf." Rrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiippppppppp.

I hate frogging.

I realize, of course, that I shouldn't give up on the patterns, maybe try them on a larger needle size. I suck at math, so increasing the stitch count is out. Hm. Maybe that's what I'll do with the next pair. I do have a new skein of sock yarn (I bought it months ago) calling me.........


P.S. Hubby has a new blog! Check it out here

"Mom-mom, what's that smell?"

Those were the words Mouth uttered upon my return from work tonight. He and Hubby were in Mouth's bed, reading the Target Toy Catalog (his favorite read around the holidays), so I joined them for a good-night kiss before hitting the shower.

He smiled and said," Hi, Momma! I missed you." beat "Mom-mom, what's that smell?" I couldn't help but grin and reply, "That would be me, Baby. Stinky, huh?" He nodded and said matter-of-factly, "Yeah." God love him.

Yup, I do perfume a room when I get home. Hot fryer shortening-stink just clings to me, head to toe. Yumm-o. SHEAH.

Anyhoo, I actually got a call from that Red Store that I applied to. Dammit, they are only hiring seasonal. I wanted the interview, and I should have taken it, but the fear of not having a paycheck at the end of two months made me say, "Thank you, no." ARGH!!!!! I wish they had called a week and a half ago.

Well, Booga's party is tomorrow, and I am looking forward to it. I just wish I didn't have to go in tomorrow nite. Oh well.

Nothing else really new, kiddies. I hope to finish the second Berry Sock in the next couple days, and then onto Christmas presents.....

Nobody Followed Me Home.....

even though I totally smelled like a french fry.

I didn't get to be Window Girl today. I had to turn my hat around and be her greasy twin sister, Fry Bitch. I got to work and it was busy, and a couple people went home early, so I was instructed by the manager on duty to do fries and stuff. He had no idea that I had no idea how to do it. But, I jumped in with both feet and figured it out. When I wasn't sure of something, I asked. No big. I think I was a pretty okay Fry Bitch. Once I got in the groove and figured out the timer thing, no prob.

COULD NOT WAIT for a shower when I got home, LOL.

I can tell already this job is gonna be hell on my complexion. I swear, I've broken out more lately at 29 than I ever did at 16. Go figure. God damn hormones. Now add fryer shortening on top of that, and POW!!! Zit City. (Eww, what a thought. Zit City....)

Well, Booga turns one tomorrow. *sniff* My bubby!! Seems only yesterday that he was tiny. Well, his tiny was 8 lbs. 15 oz. Now he's like, 27 lbs. I can't believe it's been a year, though. Crazy.

Well, kiddies, that's it for now.

Peace, love, and fryer grease.

Da-da-da-DA! It's Window Girl!

Yes, Folks, that's right! It's Window Girl! (That would be me) Taking orders and punching them in at cold molasses speed while over filling your drinks; it's Window Girl! Making sure to give you a sweet smile and incorrect change; it's Window Girl! Wearing the protective adamantium hairnet and groovy hat; it's Window Girl!

No, really, I am Window Girl. That's what I call myself, anyway. That's what job I get to do at Checkers, and I dig it. Truly. I poke fun and everything, but I think I could do okay at this. It's a little daunting at first, having to take orders, punch them in and fill drinks at the same time while listening for more order, but I think once I get in the groove, no prob.

So far, the people are nice. I felt a tad OLD, as the girl that was training me will be nineteen in three weeks. She is really nice; explaining things as many times as I needed. (I had issues with some of the button combinations needed to get the order right)

All in all, definitely do-able.

On to knitting news... nothing new, actually. I've knit a total of four inches of the cuff for the second Berry sock and feel Second Sock Syndrome creeping in. That means, for the non-knitters out there, that I finished one sock of a pair and either have started and fizzled or dread starting its mate. I've started it, and have reached the point of not digging it so much. I think it's just cuz I wasn't feeling 100% today and my hands are achy with the weather change.

Aha! Weather. Michigan weather, to be precise. It is now winter. I have declared it. It was grey, rainy, sleety, and COLD today and I am loving it. Except for the bitter wind that was freezing poor Mouth as we walked in from the parking lot to the grocery store. Poor guy still has the desert thin blood and because he doesn't eat a lot, he's THIN, thus no insulation. Wish I could give him some of my, ahem, insulation. Blubber, whatever.

The wintry weather must have freezer burned part of my brain, though, because I was considering taking down the fall decorations and getting out some of the winter ones. NOT NECESSARILY CHRISTMAS, but winter. Okay, maybe some Christmas.

Sue me.

I'll beat you with my greasy apron.

Sock Pictures

Yay me!! I hope this actually works! I am attempting to post the pics that I promised.

This is the pair of socks that I am currently working on. It's Trekking XXL, color 153, in a basic, ribbed, cuff-down sock. Mmmm, love this yarn. Reminds me of berries, like I said before.

These are the socks that I made for my sister. LOVE the yarn. It's Tofutsies, which I adore, and I love the color way. Well, that's all for now, kiddies. Gotta go play with the boys!

Snots and socks

Okay, I am over my bitterness of the rotten day that was Friday. Today wasn't tons better, but at least there was no nasty water to clean up, LOL.

Poor Booga is coming down with a cold. I feel so bad when they are so little and get a boogery nose and stuffy head. It makes it hard to eat, since breathing through your mouth and chewing is hard to do at the same time. (Is that proper grammar? Shane? Do you know? Should that be is hard to do or are hard to do? Ugh. Luna? Anyone? I hate being OCD about grammar and spelling.)

Anyhoo, today was a pretty nondescript Sunday. Knit and finished one sock. I love the yarn. It reminds me of berries. I am not terribly 'puter savvy, so I don't know how to post pics in the middle of my blog yet. As soon as I can, I will post a pic of said sock and also the socks that I finished for my sister. I made a nifty sock blocker out of a wire hanger that I had to nab from the locker room of my gym. (NOT STEALING, it was left on the floor) It's funny, I threw wire hangers away by the fistfuls when we moved a couple years ago, and here I am scrounging to find some! (I always hear Faye Dunaway screaming, "NO WIRE HANGERS, EV-AH!" from Mommie Dearest. Love that flick) Oh, uh, for the non-knitters, a sock blocker is a thingy that you, after hand washing your newly knit sock, slide the still damp sock onto to dry. It is a sock shaped piece of plastic, wood, or in my case, a wire hanger that helps the pattern of your sock stretch a bit and show nicely when giving it as a gift. Not really needed, but I like the way it makes my new sock look. I can show it off better.

Wow, wasn't that fascinating?

How's this for a boring post? Nothing really earth shattering going on the world of me. Not today, anyway.

I start work tomorrow. Kinda nervous. I hate meeting new people. I shouldn't say hate, more like dread. It makes me terribly nervous and almost panicky. I put on a good show, though, and muddle through. Anyway, I work Monday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday 5:30 to 8:00 pm. It's just training. I'm a bit bummed that I have to work Saturday cuz it's the day we're having Booga's birthday party. It'll be fine though, plenty of time for party and visiting after.

I can't believe my baby is gonna be 1 year old on Thursday.

Where the hell has the time gone?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Bueller?

Bueller?

Aftershock

Bleah. I, after having a day that sucked from HELL, decided that a few shots (two doubles and three singles) of my beloved Aftershock would make it all better.

And it did.

Until this morning.

Now, mind you, I am not hung-over in the puking my guts out and placing my face on the cool bathroom tile sense, but in the I really wanted to sleep until at least three and have a just shy of skull cracking headache. And I'm crabby. But that's my natural state. Just ask Hubby.

Well, our day that sucked from HELL started with getting up to get Mouth off to school. As I was sitting, enjoying my coffee (while Hubby took Mouth to the bus stop) I kept hearing this sound, like water dripping. So I got up to investigate, and it got louder, like someone peeing! I thought, okay, there's a peeing gnome in my washroom closet.... I opened the door to the closet and there was a HUGE puddle of water in the floor and water streaming from the ceiling, out of the furnace and down the walls.

You can imagine the stream of expletives that left my lips at that moment. I'm just glad Mouth wasn't witness. "My Mommom (that's what he calls me) said @*#%&!!!!! this morning."

We had water dripping all over the kitchen and filling up the light fixture. And I don't mean nice, clean, clear water, I mean rust colored, nasty water. YUCKO!! Anyway, apparently, the people that live above us are never there and their hot water tank burst. Didn't spring a little leak. BURST. So, the two inches of water that was in their kitchen filtered on down to mine. Isn't that just grand?!

Anyway, that got cleaned up (of course any clean up in here is up to us. Bastards.) and when Hubby got home, we had to do the grocery thing.

I hate that store. It always puts me in a foul mood. They never have what I need, except in the giant three pound size that I don't want. Who wants three pounds of navy beans? Not me. All I want is one pound so I can make Mom's Navy Bean soup. (It is so good. Navy beans, smoked ham hocks, onion, YUM! Corn bread on the side... a cold weather fave!!!!!!) No fresh croissants. They'd all been boxed up. In half dozen containers. They get soggy when boxed. I only wanted two. (Bought some anyway. Soggy or not, I wanted some!!) No wipes for the cart. (had to walk down to the other entrance to get one) Crap rang up wrong on the receipt. And...

THERE ARE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS AND CANDY OUT ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does anyone else see a problem with this? I am in no way a humbug. I LOVE Christmas. I just don't love it on Halloween! We went into the store on Halloween to buy some make up for trick-or-treating and they were putting up Christmas stuff already! And yesterday, the candy was all out along with dishes and tablecloths and stuff.

Come on. The day after Thanksgiving, yes. Halloween? NO. *sigh*

I need some Excedrin.