Man, I really need to try and write more often on this thing. I think because as of late, my life has consisted of diapers and burgers, and it'll more or less be a bitch-fest, I have avoided doing so. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Hmmm. Well, we finally finished shopping for the boys Friday, and have wrapping in secret after they go to bed for the last couple nights. I can't wait to see their little faces on Christmas morning. Preferably, after six a.m. But, I shall not be holding my breath. Then, it's breakfast, showers, and off to my sisters for the traditional homemade Christmas Ravioli Feast. Hey, we're Italian. You do turkey or ham, we do pasta. Yum. Ravioli, sausage, good crusty bread, and all the cookies and fudge I can stuff in my face. I can't wait, hee hee!
It snowed, then warmed up and melted, and now today, we got dumped on AGAIN. It was interesting watching the nasty stuff blowing around outside work tonight. We had a total of MAYBE a dozen cars from 5:30 (when I got there) until 9:45 (when I got to go home; early I might add. YAY!) and probably three inches of snow and ice.
For Christmas Eve, I'm making pork loin roast, mashed spuds, gravy, corn, and crescent rolls for dinner. I ADORE pork roast. Crusted in garlic salt, the fat on top gets all crispy and yummy. (Wow, I am actually salivating a la Homer Simpson. "Mmm, pork roast! Gaaagllllalalaa."
I finished my dishcloth gift and I am so glad. I have actually come to feel Sock Knitting Withdrawal symptoms. I was jonesing earlier and fiercely considered calling in just so I could knit on it! Wow, this is a sickness. But I like it...
My darling Hubby busted his rump yesterday, moving Booga's crib into Mouth's room and getting it all set up. *sniff* My baby! He's moved out of our room! *sob* The time is flying, I swear!!!
Hubby also busted his rump today, getting laundry done for me while I was at work. He's so good! He did dishes and even made me a pitcher of iced tea!!! What a keeper!!
Well, my hands are aching to the lack of typing usage and the cold, so I'm gonna go crawl in bed. Later, Gator.
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
And Jill came tumbling after...
and ended up in an ungraceful heap of limbs and curse words.
Yup, I have yet again downed a bottle of graceful pills and gone cartwheeling around my apartment. Yesterday, I tried (that being the operative word here) to step over the baby gate that blocks off the entryway and kitchen (aforementioned gate now being called, "that Mother*#%&!ing piece of *#%$") and caught my toe once again, sending me hurtling towards the floor, only to catch my foot AGAIN on a nearby tote (keeps Booga from opening the Mother*&%#!ing piece of *&$%) and wrenched my back, leg, and side. Pleasant. Yes, folks, please do not attempt this at home, as I am a trained clumsy ass, and only trained clumsy asses should attempt stunts like this.
Well, I attempted to go to work last night and survived two and a half hours before limping away like a kicked dog (I even whimpered a couple times). Honestly though, I never had any idea how hard it is to lean in and out of the window handing out drinks and taking money. I have never been in pain like that before. (My darling husband met me at the door with a half a pain pill in hand) I swear, every time I hurt myself, I push my pain tolerance threshold to new levels. I know Hubby is rolling his eyes and thinking, "Sure. Just an excuse to call in", but no, really. If I had a morphine drip, I'd be mashing that button like nobodies business. This morning, it sang me an aria as I picked Booga up to change him and now I would really like to go to bed and stay there for the rest of my life. I really try to put on a funny show and downplay things if I can, but this is hard to do right about now. At least I can tell you guys and not have an eye roll. Or feel like a puss.
I may be a puss and a wuss, but hey.
At least I can knit.
Yup, I have yet again downed a bottle of graceful pills and gone cartwheeling around my apartment. Yesterday, I tried (that being the operative word here) to step over the baby gate that blocks off the entryway and kitchen (aforementioned gate now being called, "that Mother*#%&!ing piece of *#%$") and caught my toe once again, sending me hurtling towards the floor, only to catch my foot AGAIN on a nearby tote (keeps Booga from opening the Mother*&%#!ing piece of *&$%) and wrenched my back, leg, and side. Pleasant. Yes, folks, please do not attempt this at home, as I am a trained clumsy ass, and only trained clumsy asses should attempt stunts like this.
Well, I attempted to go to work last night and survived two and a half hours before limping away like a kicked dog (I even whimpered a couple times). Honestly though, I never had any idea how hard it is to lean in and out of the window handing out drinks and taking money. I have never been in pain like that before. (My darling husband met me at the door with a half a pain pill in hand) I swear, every time I hurt myself, I push my pain tolerance threshold to new levels. I know Hubby is rolling his eyes and thinking, "Sure. Just an excuse to call in", but no, really. If I had a morphine drip, I'd be mashing that button like nobodies business. This morning, it sang me an aria as I picked Booga up to change him and now I would really like to go to bed and stay there for the rest of my life. I really try to put on a funny show and downplay things if I can, but this is hard to do right about now. At least I can tell you guys and not have an eye roll. Or feel like a puss.
I may be a puss and a wuss, but hey.
At least I can knit.
Friday, December 14, 2007
This is the week that never ends....
Yes, it goes on and on my friends....
Remember the show that had Lambchop the puppet and Miss Sheri? I do. And I'll never forget the theme song. I used to drive my mom NUTSO singing it. I think it was called, "The Song That Never Ends." Good times.
Anyway, I only have a quick sec to write before I get Mouth on the bus, so I figured I'd come and regale you with my tales of woe. This has been the week from HELL at work. Long shifts, a lazy day crew, which means never ceasing cleaning at night for us, and guilt trips for not being bamboozled into coming in early.
I showed up Monday to find the owner there, "helping out where needed", which translates to getting all up in my shit and taking over my computer and call box and shoving food out the window before I know what's happening and expecting me to be all grateful for the "help". Sheah. I actually heard him say at on point,"Well, I want YOU on the computer and I'll get the drinks so you can gain more experience and be more efficient." Oh, no you did NOT! So, I gritted my teeth, shoving cash in the till, and ground out, "I can be more efficient BY MYSELF, with no one over my shoulder, thank you very much. I do just fine ON MY OWN." I figured I'd receive a call the next morning saying I needn't come in anymore, but I didn't. Damn.
Last night, we were SLAMMED until exactly 10:50 pm (we close at 11), so no pre-close could be done, meaning we were gonna be there til 2. Well, I gotta be out by 12, so Hubby can go to work. So at 11pm, the lights went out, and I got crackin'. I scurried every where, cleaning, wiping down, and then I got started on the dishes. Ew. There were crazy dishes left from day shift, so, at midnight when I left, there were still tons to do. *shaking head*
Then, there's the availability thing. I say 5:30 to Midnight. They try for 5pm. They try for 1am. Am I speaking Chinese? Mandarin, maybe? NO!
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.
If I say it enough, will it be true?
No new knitting. Same socks, frogged a bit and redone heel flap, wish I had more time to work on it.
Man, I need a job, where I get paid to sit on my ass and knit. Perfect.
Remember the show that had Lambchop the puppet and Miss Sheri? I do. And I'll never forget the theme song. I used to drive my mom NUTSO singing it. I think it was called, "The Song That Never Ends." Good times.
Anyway, I only have a quick sec to write before I get Mouth on the bus, so I figured I'd come and regale you with my tales of woe. This has been the week from HELL at work. Long shifts, a lazy day crew, which means never ceasing cleaning at night for us, and guilt trips for not being bamboozled into coming in early.
I showed up Monday to find the owner there, "helping out where needed", which translates to getting all up in my shit and taking over my computer and call box and shoving food out the window before I know what's happening and expecting me to be all grateful for the "help". Sheah. I actually heard him say at on point,"Well, I want YOU on the computer and I'll get the drinks so you can gain more experience and be more efficient." Oh, no you did NOT! So, I gritted my teeth, shoving cash in the till, and ground out, "I can be more efficient BY MYSELF, with no one over my shoulder, thank you very much. I do just fine ON MY OWN." I figured I'd receive a call the next morning saying I needn't come in anymore, but I didn't. Damn.
Last night, we were SLAMMED until exactly 10:50 pm (we close at 11), so no pre-close could be done, meaning we were gonna be there til 2. Well, I gotta be out by 12, so Hubby can go to work. So at 11pm, the lights went out, and I got crackin'. I scurried every where, cleaning, wiping down, and then I got started on the dishes. Ew. There were crazy dishes left from day shift, so, at midnight when I left, there were still tons to do. *shaking head*
Then, there's the availability thing. I say 5:30 to Midnight. They try for 5pm. They try for 1am. Am I speaking Chinese? Mandarin, maybe? NO!
I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.
If I say it enough, will it be true?
No new knitting. Same socks, frogged a bit and redone heel flap, wish I had more time to work on it.
Man, I need a job, where I get paid to sit on my ass and knit. Perfect.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Whoa!
The title of this blog is "Whoa!" and it is to be said aloud with the inflection of Joey from "Blossom". (Come on, you know how to do it, I know you do!)
The reason why it is named so is because I cannot believe that it is frickin' December already!!!! I mean, really, where has the damn year of 2007 gone?! Last thing I knew, it was 2006, I was pregnant with Booga, had Booga, ate turkey (he was born in November), ate home-made ravioli (our family traditional Christmas dinner--I'm Italian) and then BOOM!! We are here in Michigan and it's freakin' Christmas again! (Imagine a cartoon double-take here)
What the F*!#!?!?!
Man, the women in my family weren't kidding when they said that time will start flying once of the kids is in school. That is the God's honest truth! There are days that I seriously have to look at the calendar just to tell what day it is and I am usually flabbergasted by what day it actually is! Meaning, I thought it was Tuesday and it's really Thursday.
I tell you, I really need to stop and smell the roses more often and take joy in the everyday because before I know it, my boys are going to be going off to college, then married and I'll be left standing, thinking,
"What the F*!#!?!?!"
Anyway, in knitting news, I have finished the first sock of my first magic loop pair, and I must say, I am feeling rather clever. I actually had the disgustingly conceited thought, "I am so smart! I managed to change a regular 4DPN pattern into a magic loop pattern and painstakingly figured out the gusset and heel all by myself!!!" Then I realized that there are probably thousands of knitters out there thinking, "Okay, Dummy, we figured that out ages ago. You're not so sharp, Cupcake." Plus, I went on Ravelry and asked a sock group if they had any tips or tricks that might help. I must say, there are many, many kind, helpful, funny, and thoughtful people in that community! I love it and everyone on it, LOL! (They all helped me feel clever and smart)
I actually bought my first hank of hand dyed yarn yesterday! *Rapture!* I have to admit, it's a bit pricey for my tight budget, but it's gorgeous and I got to use some of my check for it. (We're using most of it for grocery supplementing) And I got a new pair of addi Turbo's! WOO HOO!!!!! I had the lady at the shop wind the hank into a ball for me, and I almost giggled out loud at the coolness of those gadgets called a ball winder and swift. If I had the use for one I'd run out and buy one right away! (I am a dork, I admit it) Anyhoo, I really like the look of the ball of yarn that comes off the winder. Much neater than the skeins. I may take a picture and post it, I like it so much.....
And you're all probably standing there saying,
"What the F*!#?!?!"
The reason why it is named so is because I cannot believe that it is frickin' December already!!!! I mean, really, where has the damn year of 2007 gone?! Last thing I knew, it was 2006, I was pregnant with Booga, had Booga, ate turkey (he was born in November), ate home-made ravioli (our family traditional Christmas dinner--I'm Italian) and then BOOM!! We are here in Michigan and it's freakin' Christmas again! (Imagine a cartoon double-take here)
What the F*!#!?!?!
Man, the women in my family weren't kidding when they said that time will start flying once of the kids is in school. That is the God's honest truth! There are days that I seriously have to look at the calendar just to tell what day it is and I am usually flabbergasted by what day it actually is! Meaning, I thought it was Tuesday and it's really Thursday.
I tell you, I really need to stop and smell the roses more often and take joy in the everyday because before I know it, my boys are going to be going off to college, then married and I'll be left standing, thinking,
"What the F*!#!?!?!"
Anyway, in knitting news, I have finished the first sock of my first magic loop pair, and I must say, I am feeling rather clever. I actually had the disgustingly conceited thought, "I am so smart! I managed to change a regular 4DPN pattern into a magic loop pattern and painstakingly figured out the gusset and heel all by myself!!!" Then I realized that there are probably thousands of knitters out there thinking, "Okay, Dummy, we figured that out ages ago. You're not so sharp, Cupcake." Plus, I went on Ravelry and asked a sock group if they had any tips or tricks that might help. I must say, there are many, many kind, helpful, funny, and thoughtful people in that community! I love it and everyone on it, LOL! (They all helped me feel clever and smart)
I actually bought my first hank of hand dyed yarn yesterday! *Rapture!* I have to admit, it's a bit pricey for my tight budget, but it's gorgeous and I got to use some of my check for it. (We're using most of it for grocery supplementing) And I got a new pair of addi Turbo's! WOO HOO!!!!! I had the lady at the shop wind the hank into a ball for me, and I almost giggled out loud at the coolness of those gadgets called a ball winder and swift. If I had the use for one I'd run out and buy one right away! (I am a dork, I admit it) Anyhoo, I really like the look of the ball of yarn that comes off the winder. Much neater than the skeins. I may take a picture and post it, I like it so much.....
And you're all probably standing there saying,
"What the F*!#?!?!"
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