Saturday, December 29, 2007
She said yes! Well, she said Shut Up first, then she said yes.
Of course, everyone has already gotten the pictures of the ring closeup. Let me know if you haven't and I will email them to you. I was quite impressed with my son's taste in rings. But then, she had been schooling him carefully for over a year.
And she has sworn off horizontal stripes.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
First leg of the journey the dog and I made to Granbury. Hubs figured he wasn't getting lucky that night because I busted the most brilliant move of slamming the top of my head into an Ibeam. He convinced me to go to the ER, but checked out without treatment when the nurse triaging me said it looked like the skin was coming together real well and they would probably only put a couple of staples in. They were busy as all get out there so I didn't relish sitting in the waiting room for hours. No concussion and it scabbed over quickly....about a 2 inch gash. Was going to get my hair highlighted next week, but guess that is on hold for a while.
Then we get on the road the next morning. I will have to post pictures of the Christmasy white out we got into. Wasn't so bad until driving down the highway in Tulsa after the sun was setting and tried to change lanes. Well, we changed lanes alright and almost changed pants afterword. Hub's training in the Rockies came in handy when we fishtailed, then slid towards the barrier between us and oncoming traffic.....which oncoming traffic became a different thing when we did a circle in the middle of the highway and came to a stop facing back the way we came. I don't know how...except angels guarding us....that we didn't get hit by cars behind us that became cars in front of us. Yeah, I remember all too well what that looks like. Something you never forget.
Ott: Don't think I will ever forget that for sure.
Real bummer was the whole time our world was slinging about and spinning around, I was going "shit.......shit......shit....." After we got on our way, hubs said "Thank you Jesus". I felt like a heel cuz I should have been the first one to say that instead of "shit". Cubedog: I am soooo glad to hear that you are still human. I swear, if you become one of those "I hammered my thumb=Praise the Lord" types....I may just have to stop blogging. And I'll just stop talking to you if you decide to become a preacher when you're 70.
Otter: Huh? You come up with some weird ideas sometimes
At least a half hour later we finally quit shaking. Just in time to do a 20mph crawl for the next hour.
well...they want me off the puter. Merry Christmas! Luv ya! Cubedog: Love you ,too.
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The rules were simple enough. Rummage ones stash. Find yarn that needed a new home. Enclose an appropriate pattern for said yarn. Simple, right?
Well, I shoulda sat this one out. Really. 18 bags on the table, 18 chances to get something just lovely, odds; 18:1 for disaster. Thursday was my lucky night. Shoulda bought a lotto ticket on the way home.
Eighteen hopeful faces sitting around clutching their little numbers that indicated the draw order. Everyone noisely harrassing the current recipient in a malenge of good-will and comradery.
Seventeen sock knitters.....
Yes, I, the lone non-sock knitter stood to make my choice, smilingly enduring (and enjoying) the ribbing of others. Which to choose, which shiney bag would be enhancing my stash-ahhhh, that one, no that one, no.....ok, just close your eyes and grab, good....now return to seat tightly clutching the slippery, glossy homage to the pionsetta.
Return to good-natured ribbing of others. 16,17,18....Yeah!
Madness ensues with everyone digging and squealing at once. What do I got, what do I got.....
That's right.....sock yarn. It is a lovely variegated called "Strawberry Patch". And a sock pattern. O crap.....be gracious, make a joke, do something quick...that must be the giver staring intently at you. Of all things I coulda said, "Wow, stands to reason-since I'm the only person here who doesn't knit socks!" was probably the most powerfully stupid thing I've said in at least a couple of weeks. I could have laid odds on what happened next. There was the sock knitter's chorus of , "Oh, its easy.""Oh, you can do it.""You'll love it."
Yes, these are exactly the same phrases used by crack-heads to get others to do crack....
I've never told anyone, but secretly I didn't WANT to knit socks. With all those wonderful sweaters, etc. out there waiting to be created in my limited 'stick' time, I just didn't WANT all that time to be eaten by socks.....
I cast on my first sock this morning.......
Thursday, December 20, 2007
I will try to post about the first road trip with the Jack when I get back.
Cubedog: I didn't know that we weren't being viewed by anyone lucky enough to stumble in here, so I guess that means that I'm cool with it.
Ditto here. Keep a prayer going my way as the short furry one and I do 5 hours on the road by ourselves. Said short furry got a bath today, then because he has an ear infection, I put him on the bathroom counter and took the blowdryer after him. He was a little afraid of it. He sure did enjoy being clean and the brushing afterword.
Hugs for Christmas. Also for the fur kids and the bald kid too.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
how warm the sofa
winter smells of sun baked fur.
Too true. I know one of them is getting a bath and blow dry before the trip up north friday. The other one.....well, there just aren't enough bandages and antibiotic cream in the house to do a foolish thing like that.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Since I probably would never put in the effort to actually cook up this drug in my own kitchen, I thought I was safe ( i could just see me opening a "Brulee lab" ). Then, woe is me, at the grocery store I found that some evil dairy conglomerate has created a lactose-free coffee creamer...in Creme Brulee flavor. I am lost....utterly lost.
Sooooo.....I take it that I should never taste any?
CubeDog: In the immortal words of Monty Python: "Run away!!!!!!!!!!!"
Of course, it doesn't look all that spiffy with a cluster of satelite dishes and winter plants, but at least it isn't monster strips of plastic, old coolers, and misc crap.
Now the other half wants me to get to checking in about satelite internet. That means yet another dish attached to the pole. We may have already run out of pole space. We'll see.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Merry Christmas to me!
Mom sent me this picture...a nice closeup. That is absolutely beautiful! I think a pearl hanging off the tip would be fantastic!
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Cube Dog: Darn, gone also is endless source of good-natured teasing and friendly jabs. Things like, "Hey, my view may be bad...but at least its not of a garbage dump!"
Friday, December 7, 2007
I was all prepared to write a post about our local news stretching for relevance, but then, my day began to unfold.
Remember the hell-hole I used to work in? In the "unsavory" side of town? Remember when I left? They released me because I had a "bad attitude"?
I get a call this morning. I don't recognize the voice, but the caller ID says "J_________".
Then the voice tells me, "Remember me? I've been trying to track you down. I worked in ____ dept. I got promoted and needed a _____ and I immediately thought of you."
ME :"oh, really"
HIM:"Yeah, I talked to T_____ , he's the dept.head now, and told him we would probably have to "pay" for you because of your skill and experience."
ME:"oh, really" By this time I'm biting my lip to keep from openly laughing in his "face".
HIM:"Oh yeah, he said 'fine, we can probably get her whatever she needs'."
ME: "oh REAL-LY. Have you checked with HR to see if I'm even eligible for re-hire?"
HIM:"No....but would you be interested?"
I politely turned him down, of course. It would, afterall, be a step backwards careerwise. But I left him with the parting thought: "Now if D____'s job comes available-give me a call."
I am soooo certain they would not "get me what I need" to walk back in there. They couldn't afford my therapy bills! Woulda been nice if I had thought to give him a $$number before I turned him down.
Ahhhh-I can't tell you how long I've fantasized about that call and then it finally came and all I could do was.....laugh, hard.
O......M......G!!!!!!! I am so floored. Are you sure you weren't having a nice fantasy dream on some pain meds? I mean......THAT just doesn't happen. But there is one question.......does your head still fit through the door?
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Because the attention is off them.
Why do hubbies get angry when you wake them up to stop their snoring so you can get some sleep? Are you telling me that is why hubs keeps waking me up in the middle of the night?
Why do I commit myself to impossible tasks?
Your turn to pay for a therapist. Then let me know.
Why do I even bother asking these questions?
It's a sign of the sickness......talking to yourself, asking yourself foolish questions, arguing with yourself.
OK, that's my existential moment for the month.
Get a look at this though:
Its my first Celtic knot cable. Yeah, there are "glitches", but after ripping it completely out 4 times...I can live with glitches.
I'm sending you an email w/pic attached. I wore the crocheted sweater yesterday and loved it. Thanks.
Got the pic....thanks! I still think you look better in it than I did.
You are doing a really great job on the scarf. I have a few labor intensive gifts to finish if I will get my butt in gear.
Yeah, why do we commit ourselves to this crap. Dufusheads
Monday, December 3, 2007
Oh, the Christmas cactus was Bigdog's attempt to make me feel better....then he said I looked like a Cabbage Patch Kid.
Otter: Or a balloon from the Macy's Thankgiving Parade? Or the dog balloon on the Sci Fi Channel commercial? Or.....maybe I should just leave it alone? Seriously, did the doc say it was supposed to do that? And have you tried cold packs to reduce swelling? Poor kid.
Cubedog: I have had an ice pack on my face so long, I first had to check that the color wasn't frostbite! It is Tues. I am at the office...o-joy.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
OMG! Something to look forward to! And if you are reading this and saying to yourself , "Oh dental work-yeah you're gonna have a little swelling." Let me tell you....until you have had your cheek pulled over you ear and hung there for 2 hours, you can't even imagine. The closest thing I can think of is plastic surgery without the cutting.
I kid you not, the fluid is all the way up in my eye socket. The great part of all this is that the actual work site doesn't hurt-well, everything is relative... What? No pictures? You could do a really groody up close and personal.....or not. I am waffling on the fence about whether I want to see that or not.
Cubedog: Hmmmm, let me think about it.....uh,no.
I DID have a post all ready to go Friday..then I got may face remodeled. So back to the fun stuff!
Since I have been in this "World-class city" I have seen just about every motor vehicle imaginable-at least the ones legal to drive on US streets, but Friday morning took the prize.
I have seen Lamboghinis, Mazerattis, Rolls Royces, Lotus', super stretch limos, stretch Hummers, and even Target's parking lot security use Segways, but this...I mean.....
Its called a T-Rex. It is a 3 wheeled motorcycle, with 2 seats, a roll cage, a windshield, and a steering wheel. No, it is not a trike. The single wheel is in back. The price STARTS at 49k. They are hand-made in Canada, can go up to 150 mph and get motocycle gas mileage.
Otter: OMGosh....a bike I could actually ride! Do you think the other half would let me ride along with him on the Harley in that thing? Somehow I don't think so.
Cubedog: I think it is the only way I could keep up with any Bike big enough for BigDog AND I could carry a fuzzdog.
When this thing pulled out in traffic, I just had to get a closer look. I actually took photos of it with my phone, but sadly I can't get them to my computer.
Pulled into traffic? You mean there is one loose out there already? Well, ought to smack my forehead....of course your city already has one in it...probably two.
Cubedog: Yep there's a couple in town, Heck, there's a DEALER in town.
I have seen some pretty bazaar things on that interstate, headed your way. I will have to keep my eye out for this one. Surely somebody is going to get in that thing and think "road trip"!
Proof positive that just about anything can happen here.