Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Happy New Year!!!
Please everyone, be safe and remember, Don't Drink and Drive. I love ya'll!! MUAH!!!
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
To You and Yours.....
Have a blessed and safe Christmas and a joyful New Year!!! Peace, Love, and Chicken Grease. ;)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Where to Begin.....
Well, it's been forever since I've posted and I have been dreading posting at all. I'll start with the light stuff.
I finished the socks I started for Mom, started and finished a pair of socks for Dad's wife, Judy, and I am continuing the scarf for Hubby. Also, I have started a pair of wrist warmers for me, having one done and the other begun. I am working my way through my Socks That Rock stash and I am getting antsy to buy more, LMAO. That'll be a while, lol.
I am looking, once again, for a job, as money is getting tighter and tighter with the crappy ass economy of Michigan. I am hoping I can find one that doesn't send my guts to the incinerator, but not holding my breath. ;)
Booga has turned two and is possibly passing through the Terrible Twos. It was HELL ON WHEELS for a bit, but I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel..... (Please, Lord, don't let it be a friggin' train) Still not talking, gabbles away in gibberish that he seems to think I REALLY ought to know and hums. A LOT. No, really, A LOT A LOT. (I think he may be part hummingbird, I dunno) He can say the words, but he apparently chooses not to. He'll say them once and then look at me like, "There. I said it, now GET OFF MY BACK, WOMAN!!!!"
Mouth is doing FABULOUS in his new school and even got an academic award last month. Excuse me while I wipe away a tear of PRIDE!!!!!!! I am so proud of him. He tries so hard in class and excels in his schoolwork. He comes home and tells me things that I can't believe they are learning in Kindergarten. He rocks my world.
Now for the bad stuff.
Mom found out she has breast cancer.
She is having a bi-lateral mastectomy in January, and they are hopeful they can get it all. If not, she will not go forward with any chemo or radiation treatments. That sucks big time, but I can understand where she is coming from. She doesn't want to spend her time left sick as a dog. However, being the selfish child that I am, I want her here forever.
That's all I can say right now.
I finished the socks I started for Mom, started and finished a pair of socks for Dad's wife, Judy, and I am continuing the scarf for Hubby. Also, I have started a pair of wrist warmers for me, having one done and the other begun. I am working my way through my Socks That Rock stash and I am getting antsy to buy more, LMAO. That'll be a while, lol.
I am looking, once again, for a job, as money is getting tighter and tighter with the crappy ass economy of Michigan. I am hoping I can find one that doesn't send my guts to the incinerator, but not holding my breath. ;)
Booga has turned two and is possibly passing through the Terrible Twos. It was HELL ON WHEELS for a bit, but I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel..... (Please, Lord, don't let it be a friggin' train) Still not talking, gabbles away in gibberish that he seems to think I REALLY ought to know and hums. A LOT. No, really, A LOT A LOT. (I think he may be part hummingbird, I dunno) He can say the words, but he apparently chooses not to. He'll say them once and then look at me like, "There. I said it, now GET OFF MY BACK, WOMAN!!!!"
Mouth is doing FABULOUS in his new school and even got an academic award last month. Excuse me while I wipe away a tear of PRIDE!!!!!!! I am so proud of him. He tries so hard in class and excels in his schoolwork. He comes home and tells me things that I can't believe they are learning in Kindergarten. He rocks my world.
Now for the bad stuff.
Mom found out she has breast cancer.
She is having a bi-lateral mastectomy in January, and they are hopeful they can get it all. If not, she will not go forward with any chemo or radiation treatments. That sucks big time, but I can understand where she is coming from. She doesn't want to spend her time left sick as a dog. However, being the selfish child that I am, I want her here forever.
That's all I can say right now.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Holy Crap!!! IT"S ALIIIIIVE!!!!
Yes, folks, I am still alive. Technically speaking, LOL. I've been in and out of the ER, developed stress related gastrointestinal problems, quit my job, switched Mouth's school, started another sock, continued on Hubby's scarf, read Twilight, started New Moon, discovered Myspace, and have been sucked into a little thing they call Mobsters. Whew!
And if you don't know Mobsters, I suggest you check it out. Really. I love it and I will enable others to do the same. You wanna go see. You do.
Trust me.
And if you don't know Mobsters, I suggest you check it out. Really. I love it and I will enable others to do the same. You wanna go see. You do.
Trust me.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Death to the Non-Bendy Cables!!!!
Okay, I have finally turned the heel and I am most of the way done with the foot of the sock I mentioned in the last post. I must say, I love working with this yarn, but I am NOT happy with the needles! I never thought I'd say it, but these addi's are driving me nutso! I bought some KnitPicks fixed circulars a while back and they are fantastic; (not to mention a third the price of addi's) smooth knitting, pointy tips, very bendy flexy cable. Lo-ove it! (For those Moms out there, imagine Wheezie from Dragon Tales saying that) Well, I didn't have any KP in the size I needed, so I broke out my beloved addi's. Ugh. There is a microscopic barb on the tip of one of them making my finger tip hurt (I push my stitches on and off the needles) and the damn cable is not bending cooperatively! Gr. I think I may put these aside for a bit and work on the socks I decided to make for my Dad's wife.
Maybe.
Maybe I'll just push through and get the damn things done and out of the way. Then I can fondle a new project.
Anyway, on the personal side, Mouth has finally been diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome and we are trying to find a med and dosage that helps him. I am so afraid of him starting school and being picked on for something he has no control over. The tics have worsened to the point that it affects his walking at times, the vocal is almost a constant (and getting louder) and the facial grimaces are extremely noticeable. I'm with him all the time and I have been able to pretty much tune them out; it's just Mouth, you know? It's part of who he is. But he gets looks in the stores and as a protective mother, I have looked right back (these are adults looking, BTW) and say, "Problem? It's not nice to stare." I can't help but get in defensive bitch mode when someone is staring rudely at my son. I hope we can get his medication figured out in the next few weeks because school is starting and I don't want him to be made fun of by students or not allowed to do things like going the the library or movies because he can't be quiet or still.
Maybe I'm expecting only the worst; things could be totally different than they were when I was in school. (They better be or I will have some choice words for the school authorities. Don't mess with the crazy lady! She carries sharp knitting needles everywhere with her!!) I know bullying is not tolerated as much as it was, but then again, he may not be bullied or picked on. Maybe, he'll fit right in and make friends because of the fact that he is one damn cool kid.
Maybe.
Maybe I'll just push through and get the damn things done and out of the way. Then I can fondle a new project.
Anyway, on the personal side, Mouth has finally been diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome and we are trying to find a med and dosage that helps him. I am so afraid of him starting school and being picked on for something he has no control over. The tics have worsened to the point that it affects his walking at times, the vocal is almost a constant (and getting louder) and the facial grimaces are extremely noticeable. I'm with him all the time and I have been able to pretty much tune them out; it's just Mouth, you know? It's part of who he is. But he gets looks in the stores and as a protective mother, I have looked right back (these are adults looking, BTW) and say, "Problem? It's not nice to stare." I can't help but get in defensive bitch mode when someone is staring rudely at my son. I hope we can get his medication figured out in the next few weeks because school is starting and I don't want him to be made fun of by students or not allowed to do things like going the the library or movies because he can't be quiet or still.
Maybe I'm expecting only the worst; things could be totally different than they were when I was in school. (They better be or I will have some choice words for the school authorities. Don't mess with the crazy lady! She carries sharp knitting needles everywhere with her!!) I know bullying is not tolerated as much as it was, but then again, he may not be bullied or picked on. Maybe, he'll fit right in and make friends because of the fact that he is one damn cool kid.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Neglecting My Flaps
Man, oh, man. It's been busy around here. Between me working, Dr. appts, hanging out in the evenings with our new neighbors, going to the zoo, and general TCB, I am POOPED today. I think I only got three rows of the heel flap on my latest sock done in the last three days.
Ugh. I am so neglectful of this blog, it's a wonder I remember my password, LOL.
Hmm. Think, I'll neglect it some more and head for bed.
Ugh. I am so neglectful of this blog, it's a wonder I remember my password, LOL.
Hmm. Think, I'll neglect it some more and head for bed.
Friday, July 4, 2008
OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, so I know I am REALLY bad banana for not posting in literally months, but I do have a very good excuse. Well, a fairly good excuse. I have a new job. I won't say where, but I wear red and khaki and the commercials for the place play that really cool Beatles song and have that really cute dog with the red spot over his eye... ahem. Get it? Got it? Good. 'Nuff said. (Loving the job, BTW. Quit Checkers cuz they all be druggies. Literally. In the parking lot. At work. Yikes, and later!)
So. We recently moved into a new apartment (just up the street, same community, just bigger place) and Mouth has made many new friends that he can go outside and play with on a daily basis. Woo to the hoo! Our boy LOVES him some friends. He told me matter of factly that he shall be marrying one of the little girls as soon as he gets big enough. Her Daddy will love to hear that, I'm sure. (Her Daddy and Hubby are becoming good friends as they get to shoot the shit while the kiddos run around trying to break bones and crash bikes)
Well, some of our new neighbors, who shall be called Hippie Chick and Weird Hubby, are a bit on the odd side. Their children are lovely girls, very smart and very nice, and I won't say anything snarky about them. The parents are another story. Okay, well, Hippie was VERY pregnant, and told us off-handedly that she bought an inflatable pool to put in the living room for the birth. I thought, uh, ok, TMI, but thanks. Hold it. Pool in living room for BIRTH!! As in home birth. Okay, nothing wrong with having your baby at home. Way to go, wish I had been that brave. (The c-section would have had to have been performed with my Wustof knives and that's not so good on the blades, you know?) Then she later told Hubby that she plans on putting the pool out for the kids in late July after the baby comes. WHOA! WAIT A MINUTE!! The same pool? Ew. Ew. *shudder* Ew. Now, I am all for personal rights and choices, and natural birthing and all that crap, but there is no way in HELL I am letting my kid go splashing around in Placenta Pond. No way.
Well, Hubby and I went out to sit on the patio this evening and try out our new patio chairs and we see Weird Hubby toting buckets of something and dumping them down the storm drain in the grassy area that all our kids play in. I though, hmmm. Must've scrubbed the floors or something and went back to chatting with my Hubby. Six buckets later, Weird starts just chucking the contents into the grass. Weird pink tinged contents. No, sheah, that's not... uh, yeah...it's pink. Next thing I know some strange lady comes out of the apartment and joins in the water chucking. Right into the grass where Mouth and all his little friends play. And stomp mud holes. And dig in the dirt. I think, midwife maybe? Nah. They wouldn't be splashing biological waste into the grass like that... Would they?
Then their oldest daughter (around seven) comes out in a cute little 4th of July toga thing with flowers in her hair and is dancing all around. She sees us and says hi and so I say hi. (We have had actual conversations before, really. She and Mouth play all the time) She then goes on to say that this is the best day ever and she no sooner gets that out, then Weird hollers for her to come back in. Okay. Whatever. Then I hear their littlest shout "The baby came today!!!"
All my worst fears are confirmed. Hippie had the baby in the apartment, in the pool and then proceeded to dispose of the leftovers on OUR FUCKING PLAY AREA/LAWN!!!!!!!!!! And down the storm drain. Not sewer, storm drain. Lovely. Isn't there like, oh I don't know, regulations against that kind of thing? I mean really. You know that Weird knew he probably shouldn't be doing this because of the way he roped the kid back into the house. He probably didn't want anyone to know what might be in the twelve thousand buckets.
Maybe I'm a judgemental bitch, but please. Would you want your kids to play on the floor of a labor and delivery room?
Yes, having a baby is natural and wonderful, but it ain't clean.
Oh, you say different?
Okay then.
Tell you what.
How about I pour you a nice cold glass of amniotic fluid. That sound good?
No?
Alright then. When my kid gets dirt in his mouth from that damn yard, you won't judge me for scrubbing his mouth out.
So. We recently moved into a new apartment (just up the street, same community, just bigger place) and Mouth has made many new friends that he can go outside and play with on a daily basis. Woo to the hoo! Our boy LOVES him some friends. He told me matter of factly that he shall be marrying one of the little girls as soon as he gets big enough. Her Daddy will love to hear that, I'm sure. (Her Daddy and Hubby are becoming good friends as they get to shoot the shit while the kiddos run around trying to break bones and crash bikes)
Well, some of our new neighbors, who shall be called Hippie Chick and Weird Hubby, are a bit on the odd side. Their children are lovely girls, very smart and very nice, and I won't say anything snarky about them. The parents are another story. Okay, well, Hippie was VERY pregnant, and told us off-handedly that she bought an inflatable pool to put in the living room for the birth. I thought, uh, ok, TMI, but thanks. Hold it. Pool in living room for BIRTH!! As in home birth. Okay, nothing wrong with having your baby at home. Way to go, wish I had been that brave. (The c-section would have had to have been performed with my Wustof knives and that's not so good on the blades, you know?) Then she later told Hubby that she plans on putting the pool out for the kids in late July after the baby comes. WHOA! WAIT A MINUTE!! The same pool? Ew. Ew. *shudder* Ew. Now, I am all for personal rights and choices, and natural birthing and all that crap, but there is no way in HELL I am letting my kid go splashing around in Placenta Pond. No way.
Well, Hubby and I went out to sit on the patio this evening and try out our new patio chairs and we see Weird Hubby toting buckets of something and dumping them down the storm drain in the grassy area that all our kids play in. I though, hmmm. Must've scrubbed the floors or something and went back to chatting with my Hubby. Six buckets later, Weird starts just chucking the contents into the grass. Weird pink tinged contents. No, sheah, that's not... uh, yeah...it's pink. Next thing I know some strange lady comes out of the apartment and joins in the water chucking. Right into the grass where Mouth and all his little friends play. And stomp mud holes. And dig in the dirt. I think, midwife maybe? Nah. They wouldn't be splashing biological waste into the grass like that... Would they?
Then their oldest daughter (around seven) comes out in a cute little 4th of July toga thing with flowers in her hair and is dancing all around. She sees us and says hi and so I say hi. (We have had actual conversations before, really. She and Mouth play all the time) She then goes on to say that this is the best day ever and she no sooner gets that out, then Weird hollers for her to come back in. Okay. Whatever. Then I hear their littlest shout "The baby came today!!!"
All my worst fears are confirmed. Hippie had the baby in the apartment, in the pool and then proceeded to dispose of the leftovers on OUR FUCKING PLAY AREA/LAWN!!!!!!!!!! And down the storm drain. Not sewer, storm drain. Lovely. Isn't there like, oh I don't know, regulations against that kind of thing? I mean really. You know that Weird knew he probably shouldn't be doing this because of the way he roped the kid back into the house. He probably didn't want anyone to know what might be in the twelve thousand buckets.
Maybe I'm a judgemental bitch, but please. Would you want your kids to play on the floor of a labor and delivery room?
Yes, having a baby is natural and wonderful, but it ain't clean.
Oh, you say different?
Okay then.
Tell you what.
How about I pour you a nice cold glass of amniotic fluid. That sound good?
No?
Alright then. When my kid gets dirt in his mouth from that damn yard, you won't judge me for scrubbing his mouth out.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
SLACKER!!!!
Yes, I have been a slacker in all matter of things as of late, including this blog, housework, and a vast array of other things. I do have a couple of excuses, but the largest being that sometimes, I feel like all I do on this thing is bitch and moan and my few readers probably get sick and tired of the perpetual piss fest, so I have decided if I don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.
Thus, my lack of posts. ;)
We've been working on getting Mouth some help for his behavior issues, which I will detail in a later post (I am not in the best frame of mind to rehash it right now) and I can say with great pride that he has shown improvement in the last couple weeks or so. Yay, Mouth!!!
Well, this is short, but sleeping Hubby is huffing at me for typing, so buh-bye.
Thus, my lack of posts. ;)
We've been working on getting Mouth some help for his behavior issues, which I will detail in a later post (I am not in the best frame of mind to rehash it right now) and I can say with great pride that he has shown improvement in the last couple weeks or so. Yay, Mouth!!!
Well, this is short, but sleeping Hubby is huffing at me for typing, so buh-bye.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
He Will Be Missed
Just a short post dedicated to the memory of one of my favorite actors, Heath Ledger. I know this may be corny, but I am genuinely saddened by his death, and I will miss him. I adored him in 10Things I Hate About You, The Patriot, The Brothers Grimm, A Knight's Tale, and yes, even Brokeback Mountain. I can't wait to see the new Batman movie with him as the Joker, and I think it'll be strange seeing him on the screen, knowing he is no longer with us.
Again, he was a great talent, and will be sorely missed.
Heath Ledger
1979-2008
Again, he was a great talent, and will be sorely missed.
Heath Ledger
1979-2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wet Willies, Calamari, and Maizy (WTF?!!?)
Oh my good gravy!! It has been WAY too long since I posted last! Ugh. Like my laundry and dishes, this too had become neglected. *sigh*
Hmmm. Well, we are all over the Yule Barf-o-rama, Booga is finally trying to cut a tooth (yes, I can actually see it!), Mouth is in danger of getting kicked off the bus (long story, involving the giving of unwanted wet willies), Hubby got shafted out of the long awaited New Year overtime, my hours have been cut as a result of my availability changing, and this weekend's getaway for Hubby and I to the hot tubs and lunch sans kiddos was snowed out. In a nutshell, that's the happenings here, LOL. Nothing earth shattering, and some of the suckier stuff doesn't need elaborating, otherwise this blog will turn into nothing but complaining! Hee hee. My day isn't complete without a little complaining, but I did that earlier today.
In knitting news, I actually turned down a Hubby sanctioned trip to the LYS (local yarn shop, for all you non-knitters) today so I could spend more time with him and the munchkins. We went out for lunch at Olive Garden (YUM!!! Love me some calamari) and took the boys to the nearest mall for some time in the play area. It's not that I didn't want to go, it's just that Hubby has been on nights that last two weeks and I haven't seen much of him at all. Now, I hope he will give me a free pass next time I want to go and fondle the sock yarn or drool on the needles... hint hint, Baby
I finished my Magic Loop socks and have now started another pair, using the frogged Maizy (yarn made from corn) from an entirely different pair started ages ago on DPN's (the pattern and needle size proved WAY TOO SMALL for my monstro sized feet). Totally digging the whole Magic Loop thing. Less cumbersome, a little tricky, but I love a knitting challenge. I need to start the second pair of Tofutsies socks for my Sis, but I'm not sure I'll have enough yarn for and entire pair. *sigh*
I've also been thinking of tackling a sweater. But, socks keep calling me back from the pattern books, saying, "We're small, quick, and fun. Why walk away from us? Besides, you love the self-striping yarn. You're in too deep with us to just walk away, Toots."
Just when I think I'm done, they pull me back in!
(Rough quote from Godfather III. Been watching Mob shows this weekend, LOL)
Hmmm. Well, we are all over the Yule Barf-o-rama, Booga is finally trying to cut a tooth (yes, I can actually see it!), Mouth is in danger of getting kicked off the bus (long story, involving the giving of unwanted wet willies), Hubby got shafted out of the long awaited New Year overtime, my hours have been cut as a result of my availability changing, and this weekend's getaway for Hubby and I to the hot tubs and lunch sans kiddos was snowed out. In a nutshell, that's the happenings here, LOL. Nothing earth shattering, and some of the suckier stuff doesn't need elaborating, otherwise this blog will turn into nothing but complaining! Hee hee. My day isn't complete without a little complaining, but I did that earlier today.
In knitting news, I actually turned down a Hubby sanctioned trip to the LYS (local yarn shop, for all you non-knitters) today so I could spend more time with him and the munchkins. We went out for lunch at Olive Garden (YUM!!! Love me some calamari) and took the boys to the nearest mall for some time in the play area. It's not that I didn't want to go, it's just that Hubby has been on nights that last two weeks and I haven't seen much of him at all. Now, I hope he will give me a free pass next time I want to go and fondle the sock yarn or drool on the needles... hint hint, Baby
I finished my Magic Loop socks and have now started another pair, using the frogged Maizy (yarn made from corn) from an entirely different pair started ages ago on DPN's (the pattern and needle size proved WAY TOO SMALL for my monstro sized feet). Totally digging the whole Magic Loop thing. Less cumbersome, a little tricky, but I love a knitting challenge. I need to start the second pair of Tofutsies socks for my Sis, but I'm not sure I'll have enough yarn for and entire pair. *sigh*
I've also been thinking of tackling a sweater. But, socks keep calling me back from the pattern books, saying, "We're small, quick, and fun. Why walk away from us? Besides, you love the self-striping yarn. You're in too deep with us to just walk away, Toots."
Just when I think I'm done, they pull me back in!
(Rough quote from Godfather III. Been watching Mob shows this weekend, LOL)
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