ARGHHHH!!!!

I am so fed up with this whole store that I went to interview at. Once again, I jerked around. They told me that I wouldn't work out because they are looking for people to work Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I can. But the availability I put wouldn't work, due to the fact that the store is Union and if they gave me those hours, someone with higher seniority could say they want my hours and they would take them. So they wanted me to work from 6p.m. or so until 1 a.m. Uh, no, can't do it, I have kids and a Hubby that works two weeks a month on nights and has to leave by 12:30. So, I got a handshake and a "No thank you, call us if your availability changes."

WHY COULDN'T SOMEONE TELL ME THIS ON THE DAMNED PHONE INSTEAD OF MAKING ME GET MY HOPES UP AND GET DRESSED UP FOR THIS SHIT?????!!!!!!

*sigh*

I hate that store....

Cross Your Fingers, Say a Prayer, Light a Candle....

Okay, ya'll, I have a second interview set for Wednesday at 10 a.m. So, say a prayer, light a candle, cross your fingers and toes, turn around three times while rubbing your belly and patting your head or whatever you do for luck, LOL. As much as I like staying home in the evenings, we need the extra paycheck. (And I will get to keep some for yarn purchasing!!!!! So, that is extra incentive to get out there and earn me some dough, hee heeeeee.)

In knitting news, I have put my two in-progress socks on hold to work on a Mother's Day gift for my mom. I've been knitting Ballband Dishcloths since she really liked the moss stich cloths I made her for Christmas. I have three done and another on the needles. They knit up REALLY fast and I like knitting them. And I am proud of myself because it is the first color work I've really ever done. It's not fancy colorwork, but I have to carry the extra up the sides so I am feeling a tad clever. ;)

Once those are done, I may knit some for myself, or go back to my socks. I am leaning more towards the socks, because I have use up all my cotton and would have to buy some more to make some Ballbands for me. (Not that I haven't found some cotton at Joann's that I really like, LOL. It is pink, light brown, and white. Reminds me of Neopolitan ice cream. Yummy!)

*signs off to pray REAL hard*

Would Sweats and a T-Shirt Work????

Okay, so there is a job fair today at our local super-mart-grocery-store place (if you live in Michigan, you know who I refer to. ;D ) and I am heading there to beg for a job after I pick up Hubby from work.

I just realized how much I hate dressing up and my closet shows it. I live in t-shirts and sweats. I have no dress slacks. One skirt and blouse. Two pairs of dress shoes (very much on the casual side-- you know, black with chunky heels) that I can cram my feet into if it is a life or death situation. So, to go to this job fair, I am wearing a nice pair of jeans, a pair of those shoes, and a nice sweater. (I cannot find any pantyhose, though. I may have used them to hang the person who made me wear them last....) I figure if they call me back for an interview, I will go buy some new pantyhose and wear the dressy outfit. (I think the last time I wore it was a funeral....)

My closet is filled with t-shirts, divided into two sections: Lounge shirts and 'Out' shirts. The lounge shirts are ex-'Out' shirts that have been shrunk, grease spattered (I forgot I was wearing an 'out' shirt and proceeded to fry chicken or some such nonsense, or holey). They number in the dozens. Then, I have the few shirts that I wear out. I try desperately to remember to hang them to dry, lest they shrink in the dryer, and change out of them as soon as I am home from somewhere. I have to laugh, because I never go anywhere fancy so when I am able to buy myself clothes, I lean towards t-shirts. (I am all about comfort, ya know) But when I need to go somewhere, like a funeral, job fair, out to eat (other than fast food), or whatever, I curse my choices.

I have two nice sweaters (and two more that I wonder what kind of crack I was smoking when I bought them and have since outgrown, thank goodness) that I like to wear. Once is cotton, in Fall colors with leaves on the front of it and the other is a pretty sageish-forestish green that is 100% merino wool that zips up the front. I love it. It will be a bit warm, I think but that's why God made Degree anti-perspirant, right? So, I think that, jeans, clunky shoes, my hair up, and some make-up should be good.

*sigh*

I hate this crap, LOL.

All I Can Say Is....

Go to this link. I swear, it will make your day. It made mine! (It's about 7 minutes, but it is worth every second!!)

What do ya'll think????

Would it be totally insane to consider selling ones own plasma, eggs, hair, fillings, kidneys, or what-not to buy the new colors that will be emerging from Blue Moon Fiber Arts soon?





Really?




It would?




Hmmph.





That's what I get for asking.


*sigh* I can't get a damn job to save my life and I am having seriously-bad-covety-green-eyed-monster thoughts as I look at some blogs that I read.

*weeps bitterly* I wanna go to Sock Camp and Sock Summit and Stitches Midwest!

*throws self on floor and kicks feet*

*sniffle* Okay. I'm alright now.

Really.



No, my eyes are normally hazel, why do you ask?

Quick Update

The good news is: Mom doesn't have glaucoma. YAY!!! But it is the beginning of cataracts. Boo. But it is fixable, so I shall keep on with my Yay-ing. ;) Hopefully, I get to see her next week while Mouth has a break from school for a few days. I am only an hour away, but it SUCKS in the winter for traveling down there as the highway between us is like the highway to a frozen, blowy, snowy, icy version of hell, LOL. US 131 SUCKS in the winter, as any Michigander will tell you. It runs North/South and is mostly open fields on either side. Winds blow east/west, so if you think about it, that spells wicked treacherous driving conditions. *sigh*


Spring is coming.

Spring is coming.

Is it here yet?

HOLY CRAP!! IT'S 48 DEGREES!!!

Talk about your HEAT WAVE, eh? *snort*

I am not complaining, mind you. I am ready to throw open these windows and air out the months and months of stale winter air (and stinky Mouth and Booga socks, LOL). Spring can't come fast enough as far as I am concerned. I can hardly wait to be able to just holler "GO OUTSIDE BEFORE YOU DRIVE ME COMPLETELY MAD!!!!" or "Enough television dammit!!! Go PLAY!!!!" and my personal favorite "If you want to run, GO RUN OUTSIDE!" (That one is said nearly everyday, LOL. They do laps in my living room. *sigh*)

Well, in knitting news, I have been doing some of this:



And this:



With some of this thrown in for good measure:



The top is a pair of lace socks I started called Blackrose by Suzi Anvin. Love the pattern. The yarn is STR in Blarney Stone. ADORE the yarn, LOL. I just hope I have enough to finish them, since that color is going on vaycay at BMFA. :(

The middle is a beanie I did for Hubby. Yes, beanie. Not a beanie with a propeller thingy, but like a skullcap I guess. Now that he has shaved his noggin, it fits ever sdo much better.

The bottom is a pair of fingerless mitts that I did for myself in STR Farmhouse. I made them to keep my hands warm while on the puter since it gets so frickin' cold in this damn apartment. I hate cold hands.

I also finished my moms socks which I will post at a later date.

Speaking of Mom, she's not doing so hot. She got the stomach flu that was going around (which I was lucky enough to get as well, but not nearly as bad as she did) and is having problems with her incision sites as well. Not good. Then, the icing on the cake, she got an eye infection and the doctor that looked at it said she may have glaucoma. Can you really be serious?!?! I mean, really. This woman has gone through enough in her life, can't she catch a friggin' break???

I am trying desperately to keep thoughts positive, but this is getting to be ridiculous. Truly. I wish I could do more to help her stay strong and positive. She is not in a good place right now. I try to make jokes and keep her laughing because she has told me that really helps her, but I don't know how much it helps now. If at all.

This too shall pass, right?