HiDeeDiddlyho there blogger neighbor, How is ya?
Me?
Oh I'm just dandy. Love bug season is here at full throttle and it's amazing. These orange and black little things swarm like silent ticklish locusts. You have to wait for night fall to suck em up with a vacuum cleaner. Seriously, the floor is a moving black carpet of oddness. And the windows. We wont even talk about the nervous breakdown my chihuahua had in trying to 'get em all'. Poor thing is exhausted.
Made a discovery about moth balls. If you stick one in each window at sunset, absolutely zero bugs and the like will try to sneak in for some late night necking. That was a tremendous score on the bug war as anorexic pterodons (mosquitoes gigantus) were doing there very best to relieve us of all excess blood. The excess was measured by their own charts and I fully believe they were a bunch of liars. Blood sucking lier's. Snort. This also had amazing effects on the moths of doom from my prievious post. Oh, and Mothra came to visit me. She was the size of cheeseburger. No kidding. EEEKK!
I've finished my log cabin blanket that was started back in Feb at Jessie's! Yay me! Whoot! I immediately started on another and lo' and behold, with no internets to distract me, I'm already done. 10 days y'all. I thought long and hard for about 6.2 seconds and came to the astounding revelation that if I stop saying I finished the second blankie in 10 days and instead go buy more skeins of the same yarn, I can increase the size of the throw to a heave and wont look quite as much like I have time management issues when it comes to my online time. heh.
So now I can honestly declare that I am only halfway through my second log cabin blanket of goodness.
I've finished my fall harvest socks and begun the blue moon socks of my own design. Mostly lifted from other patterns....maybe I should call em my Frankenstein socks since I just used the bits of others pieces to mad scientist these together? It's a thought. Only they are blue..not green and I'm a simple person who will easily forget why I called em Frankenstein socks when they are really not a monstrosity at all and quite lovely if I do say so myself........
As for Himself. Well once again all we thought was going to happen has flaked out and changed completely. The boat job did a weird thing and now he is doing what we always said he wasn't going to do: Go work on the road. As in gone from the homestead days at a time...sometimes weeks. however, it just could not be denied anymore and he is now a private contractor finally making the money he deserves. My new job has me scheduling things for us to do as a family when he is home, focusing on the quality over the quantity. In a bizarre twist, we were both relieved when we finally stopped fighting this employment direction. I didn't even realise how much we were fighting it until we stopped. Crazy.
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
We made it
Well last Sunday we loaded the kiddos into the assorted vehicles at 3 AM and rolled out of Detroit. All those rains that closed down the highway in Ohio and caused massive flooding were directly over us. Thankfully we managed to remain on the lead of the storms and avoided all the craziness.....unless you count the craziness that was inside the car. Lil Princess was absolutely convinced that the car seat of doom was out to get her. Mad as a wet hen about that.
21 hours later we rolled into the Bay House exhausted but very glad to have made it injury free. At one point in Ohio my eyes were falling out of my head so we pulled over to have a power nap. About 12 hours after that we pulled into another rest stop in Alabama so Himself could take the same power nap.
For the record, I really do not like Red Bull. Starbucks double shot espresso however is a fabulous beverage.
After a brief sleep we got right back up to go unload the moving truck into storage and then my Mister had to go BACK up to Cincinnati. ugh. He stopped in Birmingham to get some real sleep at least.
The little kids are wondering at what the heck is going on. One day ALL these people from church showed up and stole everything in their house, then they had to drive for a million years, and now they are at that place they kinda know from vacation in July, but their Daddy is totally missing. Very confusing. The older boys are totally bummed that their schoolbooks survived the move, and on top of that, mom even remembered to bring them and not put them in storage. Muhuwahahahahahaa
Still no internets for me really (today I'm at my moms) and I'm getting piles of knitting done. Now for the bad news. One hundred umpitty million moths got into my stash at some point during the move. One the upside I have a ginormous upright freezer that all the yarn went into as soon as the moths were found...on the downside, I have no idea what to do. I'm really very sad. We have no local yarn shops down here (hellloooo business opportunity I hear ya knocking) and without my internets, I got no way to replenish once I figure out what the moth damage ends up being. Dirty little scumbags. My gut tells me it's the PW cardigan that got the worst of it (sob)
And how are YOU?
21 hours later we rolled into the Bay House exhausted but very glad to have made it injury free. At one point in Ohio my eyes were falling out of my head so we pulled over to have a power nap. About 12 hours after that we pulled into another rest stop in Alabama so Himself could take the same power nap.
For the record, I really do not like Red Bull. Starbucks double shot espresso however is a fabulous beverage.
After a brief sleep we got right back up to go unload the moving truck into storage and then my Mister had to go BACK up to Cincinnati. ugh. He stopped in Birmingham to get some real sleep at least.
The little kids are wondering at what the heck is going on. One day ALL these people from church showed up and stole everything in their house, then they had to drive for a million years, and now they are at that place they kinda know from vacation in July, but their Daddy is totally missing. Very confusing. The older boys are totally bummed that their schoolbooks survived the move, and on top of that, mom even remembered to bring them and not put them in storage. Muhuwahahahahahaa
Still no internets for me really (today I'm at my moms) and I'm getting piles of knitting done. Now for the bad news. One hundred umpitty million moths got into my stash at some point during the move. One the upside I have a ginormous upright freezer that all the yarn went into as soon as the moths were found...on the downside, I have no idea what to do. I'm really very sad. We have no local yarn shops down here (hellloooo business opportunity I hear ya knocking) and without my internets, I got no way to replenish once I figure out what the moth damage ends up being. Dirty little scumbags. My gut tells me it's the PW cardigan that got the worst of it (sob)
And how are YOU?
Friday, August 17, 2007
D-Day
Okay y'all.
Today we load the truck. This will be my last post for awhile.
Keep us in your prayers, and have a Blessed Day.
Today we load the truck. This will be my last post for awhile.
Keep us in your prayers, and have a Blessed Day.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Wednesday
I need to knit
I need to knit badly.
My nerves are getting freyed.
I can't knit. I get too busy...I have too too much to do......it's a bounding case of hurry up and wait.
I'm going to just say "Ta heck with it" and finish off the kitchen and anything else that crosses my path. I can't sit still, them boxes start closing in on me, and there are still so many boxes that need to be filled.
(I thought Yo was bringing me the dump trailer this morning arrrrrgh)
Okay. Dana, just chill. It'll be okay. Worse case scenario you can beat everyone with your unpacked yarn until you feel the stress is relieved. Yes, yarn abuse is frowned on, but sometimes you have to do the unpleasant things in order to keep the peace(s of your mind from flaking out).
*sigh*
I need to knit badly.
My nerves are getting freyed.
I can't knit. I get too busy...I have too too much to do......it's a bounding case of hurry up and wait.
I'm going to just say "Ta heck with it" and finish off the kitchen and anything else that crosses my path. I can't sit still, them boxes start closing in on me, and there are still so many boxes that need to be filled.
(I thought Yo was bringing me the dump trailer this morning arrrrrgh)
Okay. Dana, just chill. It'll be okay. Worse case scenario you can beat everyone with your unpacked yarn until you feel the stress is relieved. Yes, yarn abuse is frowned on, but sometimes you have to do the unpleasant things in order to keep the peace(s of your mind from flaking out).
*sigh*
Thursday, August 9, 2007
My House
So I walked into my room today and it hit me between the eyes...in less than 10 days this will no longer be my room. Or my house. These red walls that hubbo painted, this carpet I chose.....this whole second floor addition that we designed and toyed and played with from scratch. I had two babies while living here. Loud noisy inconsiderate neighbors, teenagers driving like jerks after the high school lets out....did I mention the neighbors we do not get along with at all? Their hot rod? Their constant noise making? Dog barking? The local garage band that only recently discovered how to carry a tune?
But still...I really really like my house. I like the layout. The open floor plan that happened when we tore down some walls. The wood stove we just put in a year ago that worked just as brilliantly as I told everyone that it would. The privacy of my bedroom, but still close enough to hear if the little ones call. The attic niche in the wall that looks like a hobbit hole, the cozy way our log bed fits that end of the room. Looking down at the stairs and recalling how crazy they once were before the back door was moved. My hide away washer and dryer...my jacuzzi tub. I even get a kick out of the crazy timing of the sump pump and the odd times it decides to spew forth, generally when there has been no rain for weeks! LOL.I like my yard, the trees that have survived my husbands obsession with chainsaws. My flower beds in the front. The lantern posts in the front and backyard that make me think of Narnia, where Lucy met Tumnus. I can glance over at one corner garden spot, and remember those baby bunnies that we tried to save...and finally buried there.
I look at our shed (still without siding on the front after all this time lol) and remember what a little tin hut was there before. How Phil wanted to help his best friend out, so he tore up the tin, and built that shed with such care and consideration. The way back of the yard where we used to sit on that rickety old picnic table daydreaming about what the addition should look like (and just where the heck would the garage need to go??).
My mulberry tree that insists on putting out fruit a couple times in a season despite my logical arguments with it. The grape vine that has simply burst with berries this year....the valiant struggle of the cherry tree trying to live.
Yes the windows should be replaced..all the walls painted. The entire downstairs desperately needs new flooring and will someone please connect the doorbell? All these things will be done after we have gone......I will miss my picture window and all the light it brought too....logically a house is just a house. It's my family inside of it that makes it into a home. I know this, this is a comforting truth...but I will miss these walls a bit. So much has happened here. We are comfortable here, even amidst the never ending construction.
As of this very moment, all I know for sure is that we are leaving for good in less than 10 days. We are packing up that truck in 8 days, and rolling out of here in 10. We will land at the family bay house and from there look for a new house. A new yard, A new home.
It would be rather unsettling if I had no faith that this is what we are supposed to do. There is no work here. Jobs are leaving at such a rate it boggles the mind...and the michigan economics. There is a future in where we are going, there is even a job waiting for hubbo. Our credit is wonky from not ever using credit but cash to buy stuff, and with changing jobs, I'm not entirely sure we will even be able to get a mortgage...and that too would worry me more if I did not have faith. Still, I am excited. I am so happy to be bringing our children back to where they can get to know my side of the family as more than visitors. I'm so happy to be getting back to a place where there is not a strip club every other block, and a liquor store on every corner. I'm happy we are going, but I am sad to be leaving my house. My church...my friends.
The first 5 years I was here, the friends made were far and few between. This last year we have been blessed with an abundance of people who are like minded. I'll miss the homeschool group, and their knit night. I'll miss Marquita. I'll miss CCDR..all of the people at CCDR. Sometimes I wonder if I did not make more of an effort to make friends because I knew we would leave and I didn't want to have any ties here? I would totally do something like that, I can be self destructive that way *sigh*
So back to point. My house. I do so like my little/big house with it's little/big yard. I hope the people who buy her really enjoy her as much as I did. Don't go feeling sorry for me though, I have an ace in the hole. My husband. No matter where we land, I have the fullest confidence he will turn that place into something I will love even more than I love this place. He will attack whatever trees are there, to whip them into shape. He will tear down walls, he will even redo the plumbing if we decide we must have a waterfall in the kitchen. Slowly but surely he will turn anyplace we are at into something that is fully ours. And with that comes the knowledge that it will be done away from these noisy neighbors, the jerky teen drivers, the constant barking of inconsiderate neighbors and their dogs. Garage bands. It will be a place in the south near my family where my future good memories lay. Lord willing we will be granted a place with land to grow some of our own food and maybe even have a sheep or two. My hope is that it will be THE place, the place we stay at, the place our grandchildren will come see us at. The place that we can really call home this side of Heaven.
Good bye House. I have you in my memories, I have you in my photographs. Take care of the next family, and may your sump pump ever keep your crawlspace dry.
But still...I really really like my house. I like the layout. The open floor plan that happened when we tore down some walls. The wood stove we just put in a year ago that worked just as brilliantly as I told everyone that it would. The privacy of my bedroom, but still close enough to hear if the little ones call. The attic niche in the wall that looks like a hobbit hole, the cozy way our log bed fits that end of the room. Looking down at the stairs and recalling how crazy they once were before the back door was moved. My hide away washer and dryer...my jacuzzi tub. I even get a kick out of the crazy timing of the sump pump and the odd times it decides to spew forth, generally when there has been no rain for weeks! LOL.I like my yard, the trees that have survived my husbands obsession with chainsaws. My flower beds in the front. The lantern posts in the front and backyard that make me think of Narnia, where Lucy met Tumnus. I can glance over at one corner garden spot, and remember those baby bunnies that we tried to save...and finally buried there.
I look at our shed (still without siding on the front after all this time lol) and remember what a little tin hut was there before. How Phil wanted to help his best friend out, so he tore up the tin, and built that shed with such care and consideration. The way back of the yard where we used to sit on that rickety old picnic table daydreaming about what the addition should look like (and just where the heck would the garage need to go??).
My mulberry tree that insists on putting out fruit a couple times in a season despite my logical arguments with it. The grape vine that has simply burst with berries this year....the valiant struggle of the cherry tree trying to live.
Yes the windows should be replaced..all the walls painted. The entire downstairs desperately needs new flooring and will someone please connect the doorbell? All these things will be done after we have gone......I will miss my picture window and all the light it brought too....logically a house is just a house. It's my family inside of it that makes it into a home. I know this, this is a comforting truth...but I will miss these walls a bit. So much has happened here. We are comfortable here, even amidst the never ending construction.
As of this very moment, all I know for sure is that we are leaving for good in less than 10 days. We are packing up that truck in 8 days, and rolling out of here in 10. We will land at the family bay house and from there look for a new house. A new yard, A new home.
It would be rather unsettling if I had no faith that this is what we are supposed to do. There is no work here. Jobs are leaving at such a rate it boggles the mind...and the michigan economics. There is a future in where we are going, there is even a job waiting for hubbo. Our credit is wonky from not ever using credit but cash to buy stuff, and with changing jobs, I'm not entirely sure we will even be able to get a mortgage...and that too would worry me more if I did not have faith. Still, I am excited. I am so happy to be bringing our children back to where they can get to know my side of the family as more than visitors. I'm so happy to be getting back to a place where there is not a strip club every other block, and a liquor store on every corner. I'm happy we are going, but I am sad to be leaving my house. My church...my friends.
The first 5 years I was here, the friends made were far and few between. This last year we have been blessed with an abundance of people who are like minded. I'll miss the homeschool group, and their knit night. I'll miss Marquita. I'll miss CCDR..all of the people at CCDR. Sometimes I wonder if I did not make more of an effort to make friends because I knew we would leave and I didn't want to have any ties here? I would totally do something like that, I can be self destructive that way *sigh*
So back to point. My house. I do so like my little/big house with it's little/big yard. I hope the people who buy her really enjoy her as much as I did. Don't go feeling sorry for me though, I have an ace in the hole. My husband. No matter where we land, I have the fullest confidence he will turn that place into something I will love even more than I love this place. He will attack whatever trees are there, to whip them into shape. He will tear down walls, he will even redo the plumbing if we decide we must have a waterfall in the kitchen. Slowly but surely he will turn anyplace we are at into something that is fully ours. And with that comes the knowledge that it will be done away from these noisy neighbors, the jerky teen drivers, the constant barking of inconsiderate neighbors and their dogs. Garage bands. It will be a place in the south near my family where my future good memories lay. Lord willing we will be granted a place with land to grow some of our own food and maybe even have a sheep or two. My hope is that it will be THE place, the place we stay at, the place our grandchildren will come see us at. The place that we can really call home this side of Heaven.
Good bye House. I have you in my memories, I have you in my photographs. Take care of the next family, and may your sump pump ever keep your crawlspace dry.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Friday's uncreative post
Okay so it's friday, the day of yarn flashin' goodness and my camera is in Alabama with my husband.....sheesh.
He called and scored yet another job offer, this time from a family owned business that spent over 2 hours interviewing him and showing him around. This place is literally across the street from where my dad works lol.
So, recently I knit a lil phone cozy to put on my belt with a buttoned safety flap on it. I used my purple and cream dish cloth cotton. I gotta say it's pretty cute. And really, since there is no picture I'll just go out on a limb and say it's stunning. A work of art really. Debbie New would be proud. Envious even.
My delicious silk/cashmere from colourmart is looking at me and I'm totally smitten. It really is whispering "pet me, stroke me, love me" over and over. I've yet to actually knit anything from colourmart so that I could wash and experience the "bloom" I've read about. I wonder what this will turn out like? I keep hemming and hawing over what I want to make with it, which to me means I'm going to knit lace or a tank top deal. It really is quite lush......maybe if I combined it with my juicy jitterbug ralphael for a top??
The thing about tank tops is that I have bat flaps on my upper arms. I'd hate to highlight them, but not as much as I hate working to get rid of them it seems. Maybe a heavier purse is in order?
Right now I'll just enjoy it's purpley blue goodness.
And that's it folks. I think my creativity might have slipped into one of the moving boxes. Let's hope it's one marked "bay house" and not storage. Eep!
He called and scored yet another job offer, this time from a family owned business that spent over 2 hours interviewing him and showing him around. This place is literally across the street from where my dad works lol.
So, recently I knit a lil phone cozy to put on my belt with a buttoned safety flap on it. I used my purple and cream dish cloth cotton. I gotta say it's pretty cute. And really, since there is no picture I'll just go out on a limb and say it's stunning. A work of art really. Debbie New would be proud. Envious even.
My delicious silk/cashmere from colourmart is looking at me and I'm totally smitten. It really is whispering "pet me, stroke me, love me" over and over. I've yet to actually knit anything from colourmart so that I could wash and experience the "bloom" I've read about. I wonder what this will turn out like? I keep hemming and hawing over what I want to make with it, which to me means I'm going to knit lace or a tank top deal. It really is quite lush......maybe if I combined it with my juicy jitterbug ralphael for a top??
The thing about tank tops is that I have bat flaps on my upper arms. I'd hate to highlight them, but not as much as I hate working to get rid of them it seems. Maybe a heavier purse is in order?
Right now I'll just enjoy it's purpley blue goodness.
And that's it folks. I think my creativity might have slipped into one of the moving boxes. Let's hope it's one marked "bay house" and not storage. Eep!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Gulf Shores?
Well, Mr.PointyStickedOne landed yesterday, and had a solid job offer by 3 PM in Gulf Shores. Plenty of room for financial growth in this company, so maybe? They will even do schooling for/with him. He seems intrigued by the whole idea. By 4 PM today he had 2 more on the line, one with a possible second interview at a place out in Irvington. Which is close to my grandfather so that would be nice to.
All in all, we have something solid under our feet. We committed to jumping, and lo n behold, we were caught. God is so cool. I'm so excited.
Naturally this means our homeschooling friends and church family are making it hard on us for going *sigh*
I keep telling them they should all just come with us.
Moving on (yes! moving!)
I've decided to do Kiri after I was ganged up on and beat about the head with lace weight in Ravelry.
Apparently this is the starter pattern of my dreams and I will love it.
What is more: It's free.
Whoot!
Finished part of mom's gift, going to get some more cotton while I'm at it.
Life is good and the babies are napping. The quiet disturbs me.
Gulf Shores......mmmmmmm beach livin' here I come.
All in all, we have something solid under our feet. We committed to jumping, and lo n behold, we were caught. God is so cool. I'm so excited.
Naturally this means our homeschooling friends and church family are making it hard on us for going *sigh*
I keep telling them they should all just come with us.
Moving on (yes! moving!)
I've decided to do Kiri after I was ganged up on and beat about the head with lace weight in Ravelry.
Apparently this is the starter pattern of my dreams and I will love it.
What is more: It's free.
Whoot!
Finished part of mom's gift, going to get some more cotton while I'm at it.
Life is good and the babies are napping. The quiet disturbs me.
Gulf Shores......mmmmmmm beach livin' here I come.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
He's off!
Mister PointyStickedOne flew off to Pensacola today for job interviews and landed about 10 minutes ago. Sqeeeeee!
He's got the first one over in Gulf Shores and from there is steadily making his way over to Mobile. My mom is giddy. I think she is more excited than if I was coming to visit. She said she was even going to cook. Poor guy :-P
am I excited?
You betcha.
My colourmart cash/silk arrived. I'm so happy I could burst. Now I just need a ring bag pattern.........
Mister PointyStickedOne flew off to Pensacola today for job interviews and landed about 10 minutes ago. Sqeeeeee!
He's got the first one over in Gulf Shores and from there is steadily making his way over to Mobile. My mom is giddy. I think she is more excited than if I was coming to visit. She said she was even going to cook. Poor guy :-P
am I excited?
You betcha.
My colourmart cash/silk arrived. I'm so happy I could burst. Now I just need a ring bag pattern.........
Friday, July 20, 2007
Whoa
Next time hubbo starts eying the yarn stash, I'm going to have to show him The Mother of All Yarn Stashes.
Seriously. Compared to this woman, I have no yarn at all.
Seriously. Compared to this woman, I have no yarn at all.
RavelryRamblin
Ravelry is flipping addictive. That is all there is to it.
It is such a source of inspiration that I didn't get squat done yesterday.
I'm now in more stash control groups
In another sock a month club
Flirting with a lace shawl group
it never stops.
What is worse, they are now bantering about stash swapping.
This could get deadly.
String flying, running amok.
Absolutely Brilliant web site concept. I hope the creators make a mint.
Now what I need:
A packing up to move back home to Alabama in an orderly fashion web site.
Le sigh
I've gotten NOTHING done in the last 3 days y'all.
I've had a couple panic attacks, at least I think thats what they are. Flashes of "What are we doing moving out of paid for housing??" and I start breathing fast and hard and sweat pops out on my head, basically I fritter about all of that when I'm gently reminded, paid for or not, there is no work or future here. A paid for house wont mean diddley when we can't buy food (or yarn). We have to move, we have to get out our rut. We have to move forward. Michigan is dying right now, and though I'm sure it will make a come back, I have zero interest in staying here and waiting for it. Michigan is not my home, is not a place I will even want to visit after we leave.
Work. There is work in the South. Careers. A future. Our family.
We could stay here, but to what end? Jobless is jobless, might as well be jobless in the south where industry is booming.
Next Wednesday, Hubbo is going down for some job interviews and application passing around. He can get a job. Might not be the job he wants as a career, but it will do while he keeps looking. I've been looking at real estate. I don't know how that will work out, but I'm looking.
We can stay at the Bay House for a little while, but it's not exactly a winter proof home. It would be nice to just move right into a place, but thats probably pushing reason out the window. 4 weeks to find, inspect and get approved for a loan? WHILE I'm living in Michigan? Not too likely. There is this one house that I've been looking at for months that Hubbo and my mom are going to go look at. I'm trying to not get my hopes up, they've been dashed too often this last year. It looks perfect on paper. Lets see what they say when they get inside.
There is also that house in Chunchula...........
It is such a source of inspiration that I didn't get squat done yesterday.
I'm now in more stash control groups
In another sock a month club
Flirting with a lace shawl group
it never stops.
What is worse, they are now bantering about stash swapping.
This could get deadly.
String flying, running amok.
Absolutely Brilliant web site concept. I hope the creators make a mint.
Now what I need:
A packing up to move back home to Alabama in an orderly fashion web site.
Le sigh
I've gotten NOTHING done in the last 3 days y'all.
I've had a couple panic attacks, at least I think thats what they are. Flashes of "What are we doing moving out of paid for housing??" and I start breathing fast and hard and sweat pops out on my head, basically I fritter about all of that when I'm gently reminded, paid for or not, there is no work or future here. A paid for house wont mean diddley when we can't buy food (or yarn). We have to move, we have to get out our rut. We have to move forward. Michigan is dying right now, and though I'm sure it will make a come back, I have zero interest in staying here and waiting for it. Michigan is not my home, is not a place I will even want to visit after we leave.
Work. There is work in the South. Careers. A future. Our family.
We could stay here, but to what end? Jobless is jobless, might as well be jobless in the south where industry is booming.
Next Wednesday, Hubbo is going down for some job interviews and application passing around. He can get a job. Might not be the job he wants as a career, but it will do while he keeps looking. I've been looking at real estate. I don't know how that will work out, but I'm looking.
We can stay at the Bay House for a little while, but it's not exactly a winter proof home. It would be nice to just move right into a place, but thats probably pushing reason out the window. 4 weeks to find, inspect and get approved for a loan? WHILE I'm living in Michigan? Not too likely. There is this one house that I've been looking at for months that Hubbo and my mom are going to go look at. I'm trying to not get my hopes up, they've been dashed too often this last year. It looks perfect on paper. Lets see what they say when they get inside.
There is also that house in Chunchula...........
Monday, July 16, 2007
Stash Speaks Up
When was the first time you realised that your stash was cognizant? That somewhere along the way, you have developed an inner voice that represents your well loved fibers. You've given it a personality, and that was cute an all, but then, possibly when things got quiet and dark......something shifted. You started holding conversations with some of it while practically ignoring other skiens. Some of the stash was genteel, while others grew feral.
Yesterday we started packing for the Big Move.
Princess's room was the logical first choice in my mind, as the classroom books are kept in there as well. We went first to her dresser, sorted, sifted, packed and bagged for Goodwill. Moved to toys, released several hundred thousand back into in wilds of the toy bin lottery at the Salvation Army, and kept a modest 6 billion for personal enjoyment. Moved next into the bookshelf region where the literary giants of our classroom reside. DAGGUM that's a lot of books! Out of all boxes packed so far, about 20, more than half are nothing but books. I even relinquished a few to greener pastures....of course "a few" being a relative term considering the quantity we are working with here.
If you have 10 apples and give away 3, that would be 'giving a few away'. If you have 40 llamas and give 6 to your neighbor, that's 'a few'. If you have 3 tonnes of a bibliophiles daydream sitting on your shelf, and you give half a ton away, well that counts as 'a few' right? Moving on.
We ate pizza and pop for a late lunch and moved into our bedroom. Now, our bedroom has somehow become the office and the catch all for any and every little thing that goes no where else. Ever since we cleaned out the attic space, I've been too protective about letting anyone but me put stuff in there. So I say to just 'put it in my room'. Well you know how that goes, and this is the chaos we started on.
First the easy room then the most difficult room. That leaves the rest as mediocre, and we can all say that at least it's not the bedroom again. Heh.
This is where the stash comes in.
El Hubbo sacrifices himself and goes straight for the jugular of the clutter problem: the clothes. But first, he needs a basket. Well what is in the giant wicker basket? Video tapes of course! Sheesh.
After a good 45 minutes all of the video tapes are properly boxed and labeled for archaeology. *This is where I go to the store for caffeine, milk and more boxes so am unclear as to what really went down* I return from the box hunt to a good deal of the clothes in the hamper, and my beloved husband sorting through clothes and actually tossing ones he hasn't worn in a million years! What is even more astounding is that he is putting HIS clothes in a separate box from mine, and LABELING them according to season and whether they will go to storage or the bay house. Unsure about this behaviour, I tread lightly and move to the other side of the room so I don't break his concentration.
The stash calls me at this point.
Now, if you are a knitter, I really do not need to explain anything about string and it's ways of getting attention. If you are a non-knitter, you have likely just written me off as a lunatic.
The stash called Cotton saw that I was near her home in the basket under the bed. I was separating my bedside reading into 3 groups: makes me happy book, knitting goodness book and time to move on book. Cotton started asking when I was going to come and properly air her out and make sure she was stored in a manner which was befitting of her stature. Cotton has a very southern belle kind of high maintenance attitude. Think Gone with the Wind, Scarlett O'Hara, tough as nails but wants everyone to think she is delicate, kind of personality (disorder). I started giggling and replied if she did not watch her tone, she'd become accustomed to a dishrag stature.
Oops.
I talked out loud to the stash when another human being was in the room. What is worse, it was a non-knitting human being. Even worse than that, a non-knitting human who just discovered that the silver vinyl suit bag in his hands was not in fact holding clothes, but instead was filled with yarn.
He looked at me. Looked hard. Like he wanted to laugh, run or call someone to get help for his wife. It was the kind of look that tests the resiliency of your spouse and whether or not he thinks this is cute, funny, a joke or whether he should inquire if sheep will be allowed to visit his wife on the funny farm.
With a dry tone he simply stated: You know hon, your yarn just lunged at me from the closet. I think it meant to hurt me, but it could have been after a hug. What do I do?
I love that man.
Naturally I told him to just put it right back in the closet and I'd have a stern talk with it when I got over there. Seeing just a hint of fear remaining in his eyes, I assured him that I was going to be gifting a good deal of that particular group to Marquita for the log cabin blanket she was making. He relaxed considerably. By bed time he found my quirks quite charming again and was laughing at the way The Stash has grown under my sneaky ways and how he never knew.
Perhaps he believes I started talking to it just to make a joke. We were working hard and it's good to be silly at times. Perhaps he even thinks he misheard and caught just half of the joke?...And you know what? Perhaps it is best we let him continue thinking whatever it is that he wants to think as long as it lets him remain happy with his brides string habit.
Yesterday we started packing for the Big Move.
Princess's room was the logical first choice in my mind, as the classroom books are kept in there as well. We went first to her dresser, sorted, sifted, packed and bagged for Goodwill. Moved to toys, released several hundred thousand back into in wilds of the toy bin lottery at the Salvation Army, and kept a modest 6 billion for personal enjoyment. Moved next into the bookshelf region where the literary giants of our classroom reside. DAGGUM that's a lot of books! Out of all boxes packed so far, about 20, more than half are nothing but books. I even relinquished a few to greener pastures....of course "a few" being a relative term considering the quantity we are working with here.
If you have 10 apples and give away 3, that would be 'giving a few away'. If you have 40 llamas and give 6 to your neighbor, that's 'a few'. If you have 3 tonnes of a bibliophiles daydream sitting on your shelf, and you give half a ton away, well that counts as 'a few' right? Moving on.
We ate pizza and pop for a late lunch and moved into our bedroom. Now, our bedroom has somehow become the office and the catch all for any and every little thing that goes no where else. Ever since we cleaned out the attic space, I've been too protective about letting anyone but me put stuff in there. So I say to just 'put it in my room'. Well you know how that goes, and this is the chaos we started on.
First the easy room then the most difficult room. That leaves the rest as mediocre, and we can all say that at least it's not the bedroom again. Heh.
This is where the stash comes in.
El Hubbo sacrifices himself and goes straight for the jugular of the clutter problem: the clothes. But first, he needs a basket. Well what is in the giant wicker basket? Video tapes of course! Sheesh.
After a good 45 minutes all of the video tapes are properly boxed and labeled for archaeology. *This is where I go to the store for caffeine, milk and more boxes so am unclear as to what really went down* I return from the box hunt to a good deal of the clothes in the hamper, and my beloved husband sorting through clothes and actually tossing ones he hasn't worn in a million years! What is even more astounding is that he is putting HIS clothes in a separate box from mine, and LABELING them according to season and whether they will go to storage or the bay house. Unsure about this behaviour, I tread lightly and move to the other side of the room so I don't break his concentration.
The stash calls me at this point.
Now, if you are a knitter, I really do not need to explain anything about string and it's ways of getting attention. If you are a non-knitter, you have likely just written me off as a lunatic.
The stash called Cotton saw that I was near her home in the basket under the bed. I was separating my bedside reading into 3 groups: makes me happy book, knitting goodness book and time to move on book. Cotton started asking when I was going to come and properly air her out and make sure she was stored in a manner which was befitting of her stature. Cotton has a very southern belle kind of high maintenance attitude. Think Gone with the Wind, Scarlett O'Hara, tough as nails but wants everyone to think she is delicate, kind of personality (disorder). I started giggling and replied if she did not watch her tone, she'd become accustomed to a dishrag stature.
Oops.
I talked out loud to the stash when another human being was in the room. What is worse, it was a non-knitting human being. Even worse than that, a non-knitting human who just discovered that the silver vinyl suit bag in his hands was not in fact holding clothes, but instead was filled with yarn.
He looked at me. Looked hard. Like he wanted to laugh, run or call someone to get help for his wife. It was the kind of look that tests the resiliency of your spouse and whether or not he thinks this is cute, funny, a joke or whether he should inquire if sheep will be allowed to visit his wife on the funny farm.
With a dry tone he simply stated: You know hon, your yarn just lunged at me from the closet. I think it meant to hurt me, but it could have been after a hug. What do I do?
I love that man.
Naturally I told him to just put it right back in the closet and I'd have a stern talk with it when I got over there. Seeing just a hint of fear remaining in his eyes, I assured him that I was going to be gifting a good deal of that particular group to Marquita for the log cabin blanket she was making. He relaxed considerably. By bed time he found my quirks quite charming again and was laughing at the way The Stash has grown under my sneaky ways and how he never knew.
Perhaps he believes I started talking to it just to make a joke. We were working hard and it's good to be silly at times. Perhaps he even thinks he misheard and caught just half of the joke?...And you know what? Perhaps it is best we let him continue thinking whatever it is that he wants to think as long as it lets him remain happy with his brides string habit.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
blahs
I got the knitting blahs I think. That or there is a gear that got stuck on dishrags. I pick up needles and all I wanna make are dishrags and washcloths. Even the socks I started are stuck into SSS (second sock syndrome) and I just can't go near them.
I am dreaming about my fabrics, but can not settle on one thing to make, so am making nothing. When I get Lydia's measurements, maybe that will click me outta the blues. Gonna make that girl a comfortable girly dress so she can be a real southern belle. Apparently marketing for the 8 year old females in this country have decided that they all want to be dressed like mini hookers. Grrrrr. I suppose its a good thing I'm re-embracing the sewing machine. Looks like I'll be making my little girls clothes as well.
le sigh
Perhaps I am just thinking so much about moving that I've gotten the: STOP WAIT deer in the headlights feeling. It's kind of like treading water....again. I need a dumpster delivered so I can get rid of everything that's junk, and set aside everything that needs to go in a yard sale (what does not get sold will go to Salvation Army).......and chocolate will not help this mood of mine.
While I was at the Bay House, there is this very cool dresser that was my grandmothers that has a giant mirror...I noticed bits and pieces of my naked self sagging in brand news ways, much of it chocolate induced I suspect. Time to put aside the ole faithful mood lifter of chocolate, and pick back up the ole fitness for life eh?
You know what cracks me up? Health nuts. They must be so surprised when their finely tuned machines stop working. I'm all for keeping fit, it has everything to do how well you will feel and enjoy your old age, but there are limits y'all. When my fitness routine takes more precedence than my sewing...well okay. When my fitness routine intrudes on my knitting.....well that will be the sign that I've gone overboard and need intervention. When my knitting has hit a "blah" block, then it's time I start exercising. The pain and sweat will make the charms of knitting/sitting still all the more enticing once again. Yes?
I am dreaming about my fabrics, but can not settle on one thing to make, so am making nothing. When I get Lydia's measurements, maybe that will click me outta the blues. Gonna make that girl a comfortable girly dress so she can be a real southern belle. Apparently marketing for the 8 year old females in this country have decided that they all want to be dressed like mini hookers. Grrrrr. I suppose its a good thing I'm re-embracing the sewing machine. Looks like I'll be making my little girls clothes as well.
le sigh
Perhaps I am just thinking so much about moving that I've gotten the: STOP WAIT deer in the headlights feeling. It's kind of like treading water....again. I need a dumpster delivered so I can get rid of everything that's junk, and set aside everything that needs to go in a yard sale (what does not get sold will go to Salvation Army).......and chocolate will not help this mood of mine.
While I was at the Bay House, there is this very cool dresser that was my grandmothers that has a giant mirror...I noticed bits and pieces of my naked self sagging in brand news ways, much of it chocolate induced I suspect. Time to put aside the ole faithful mood lifter of chocolate, and pick back up the ole fitness for life eh?
You know what cracks me up? Health nuts. They must be so surprised when their finely tuned machines stop working. I'm all for keeping fit, it has everything to do how well you will feel and enjoy your old age, but there are limits y'all. When my fitness routine takes more precedence than my sewing...well okay. When my fitness routine intrudes on my knitting.....well that will be the sign that I've gone overboard and need intervention. When my knitting has hit a "blah" block, then it's time I start exercising. The pain and sweat will make the charms of knitting/sitting still all the more enticing once again. Yes?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Jojo
Jojo is my X mother in law. I hate that I lost her in the divorce. She says I didn't lose her, but you know how it is. Anyway, we are really good friends. Enough so that when we are in town, she invites us all to dinner and pool time, including my new husband. Himself gets totally weirded out by how un-wierd he feels at their house. We all get along like maple syrup and pancakes and I only get checked on where I am when I see a pic of my X on the wall. Hehehehee
Jojo and Doc are pretty great though. They never flinched or missed a beat in including my stepson as their grandchild too, and its no different with my two new babies. They tell people about their 5 grandchildren, and that is pretty fantastic aint it? Jojo knows how it is, as technically she is the step-parent to my X. (His real mum is...........different about the whole deal*ahem*)
On this trip down we went over for dinner our 3rd night there. She heard I was learning to quilt and sew....and she smiled....almost wickedly. The woman then went over to a closet I had rarely even glimpsed in all the years I've known her, reached up, and pulled the light chain.
WHOA.
It's like she raided every fabric store on the planet and hid bits and pieces in her closet for Armageddon or something. Piles and stacks and heaps of fabric. Much of it I recognized from blankets she had made for the boys when they were little, and some of it was fabric that was just set aside, but still followed the themes I was going with for the children. Others were bright patterns on a black back ground that really really popped. Color coordinated just itching to be made into something. Trucks, dinosaurs, frogs, the alphabet, bulldozers, trains, Noah's Ark on and on and on. There were even a few yards of sold colors that matched all the prints! Quilt Heaven!
Without so much as a "would you be interested" she started putting fabrics in a bag....then another bag...she just kept going like there was no tomorrow until her entire closet was bagged. She looked at me and said "It's yours"
I was really rather speechless, I mean, there was archaeological history in those bags. I asked if she was sure, and she said it was an excuse to go buy more. That combined with Doc cleaning out the house makes me a little nervous-but that's another post.
So thanks to Jojo I have about 80 pounds of quilting goodness just waiting to be designed and cut to sew into grand creations. I've washed folded and put up all the fabrics. It's much like a yarn stash, just lovely to look at you know? Now if only I would take pictures....heh
Thanks Jojo, you have rocked my world and put a major distraction into my knitting time..somehow I think you knew that would happen and it's making you giggle maniacally.
Love you.
Jojo and Doc are pretty great though. They never flinched or missed a beat in including my stepson as their grandchild too, and its no different with my two new babies. They tell people about their 5 grandchildren, and that is pretty fantastic aint it? Jojo knows how it is, as technically she is the step-parent to my X. (His real mum is...........different about the whole deal*ahem*)
On this trip down we went over for dinner our 3rd night there. She heard I was learning to quilt and sew....and she smiled....almost wickedly. The woman then went over to a closet I had rarely even glimpsed in all the years I've known her, reached up, and pulled the light chain.
WHOA.
It's like she raided every fabric store on the planet and hid bits and pieces in her closet for Armageddon or something. Piles and stacks and heaps of fabric. Much of it I recognized from blankets she had made for the boys when they were little, and some of it was fabric that was just set aside, but still followed the themes I was going with for the children. Others were bright patterns on a black back ground that really really popped. Color coordinated just itching to be made into something. Trucks, dinosaurs, frogs, the alphabet, bulldozers, trains, Noah's Ark on and on and on. There were even a few yards of sold colors that matched all the prints! Quilt Heaven!
Without so much as a "would you be interested" she started putting fabrics in a bag....then another bag...she just kept going like there was no tomorrow until her entire closet was bagged. She looked at me and said "It's yours"
I was really rather speechless, I mean, there was archaeological history in those bags. I asked if she was sure, and she said it was an excuse to go buy more. That combined with Doc cleaning out the house makes me a little nervous-but that's another post.
So thanks to Jojo I have about 80 pounds of quilting goodness just waiting to be designed and cut to sew into grand creations. I've washed folded and put up all the fabrics. It's much like a yarn stash, just lovely to look at you know? Now if only I would take pictures....heh
Thanks Jojo, you have rocked my world and put a major distraction into my knitting time..somehow I think you knew that would happen and it's making you giggle maniacally.
Love you.
the job thingy and whatnot
So I know I know I owe a report on the jobbie thingie I was so incredibly excited about before we went to Alabama.
*sigh*
Total wash out. Not entirely sure what happened, one day they were wanting to talk to himself, and the next day they said that they really did not have anything long term.....so maybe consulting would be the answer? I dunno.
It was dissapointing to be sure, but then there is always a reason for everything and I'm still very peaceful about the whole idea of moving.
Only now, we are looking at moving directly into the Bay House and doing the job search in the direct Mobile metro area....which is where I wanted to be to begin with. My family, nutty as they may be, is incredibly loving and supportive in ways that would be considered rare, practically extinct. Maybe it's from working together in a business for years and years so that they HAD to see each other and the assorted cousins on a daily basis that makes us all really feel like one single family unit instead of branches. So. There you have it.
My hubbo and I have been doing much talking, and tonight we talk with my stepsons other family about the details. We are moving, Lord willing. The time frame is what is up in the air. We had been saying November 1st....but for the life of us can't figure out why. After talking with him last night, he sees no real reason we should wait, especially after getting the property tax bill on this place. (Over 4 THOUSAND just for the summer taxes. It works out to about 500 a month in property tax....thats really ticks me off). Property tax is due Aug 31st and we have to pay it, but wouldn't it be lovely if the house was already up for sale and sold before we had to do that? 5 bedrooms are rare enough, and a 5 bedroom in this area of large Muslim families, heck, HUGE Muslim families!.......well seems it might be easy enough to sell, right? Time will tell, and meanwhile we are stuck trying to get all the work done with so many of our own little helpers in house. FIL keeps saying the work will get finished when we move out, so following that line of thought, the sooner we move out, the better.
Savvy?
We came down to September. At that time we would be down and around for my cousins wedding, and princess's birthday. Daddio wants to still be here for his fathers retirement party/pig roast which is the second weekend in August. If the kids and I were to go right after the party, that would give the two weeks to finish the remodel before taxes are due. Not that I really think for a second it will sell that fast, but keep in mind we are really just kind of daydreaming and tossing out ideas here.
And that is that and the whatnot an that whodunnit and every leetl theeng.
*sigh*
Total wash out. Not entirely sure what happened, one day they were wanting to talk to himself, and the next day they said that they really did not have anything long term.....so maybe consulting would be the answer? I dunno.
It was dissapointing to be sure, but then there is always a reason for everything and I'm still very peaceful about the whole idea of moving.
Only now, we are looking at moving directly into the Bay House and doing the job search in the direct Mobile metro area....which is where I wanted to be to begin with. My family, nutty as they may be, is incredibly loving and supportive in ways that would be considered rare, practically extinct. Maybe it's from working together in a business for years and years so that they HAD to see each other and the assorted cousins on a daily basis that makes us all really feel like one single family unit instead of branches. So. There you have it.
My hubbo and I have been doing much talking, and tonight we talk with my stepsons other family about the details. We are moving, Lord willing. The time frame is what is up in the air. We had been saying November 1st....but for the life of us can't figure out why. After talking with him last night, he sees no real reason we should wait, especially after getting the property tax bill on this place. (Over 4 THOUSAND just for the summer taxes. It works out to about 500 a month in property tax....thats really ticks me off). Property tax is due Aug 31st and we have to pay it, but wouldn't it be lovely if the house was already up for sale and sold before we had to do that? 5 bedrooms are rare enough, and a 5 bedroom in this area of large Muslim families, heck, HUGE Muslim families!.......well seems it might be easy enough to sell, right? Time will tell, and meanwhile we are stuck trying to get all the work done with so many of our own little helpers in house. FIL keeps saying the work will get finished when we move out, so following that line of thought, the sooner we move out, the better.
Savvy?
We came down to September. At that time we would be down and around for my cousins wedding, and princess's birthday. Daddio wants to still be here for his fathers retirement party/pig roast which is the second weekend in August. If the kids and I were to go right after the party, that would give the two weeks to finish the remodel before taxes are due. Not that I really think for a second it will sell that fast, but keep in mind we are really just kind of daydreaming and tossing out ideas here.
And that is that and the whatnot an that whodunnit and every leetl theeng.
Monday, July 9, 2007
Runaways and Box Jellyfish on vacation
We have two beach houses in our family, they are side by side. My grandparents stay in one and the rest of our chaotic clan make good use of the other. The kids run back and forth between the two all day. Well. One fine Tuesday morning I was in the bedroom ironing my husbands clothes because he was going to a job interview. He had been eating breakfast with the kids and the little imps had already made one trip over to the grand-house. When he went outside he thought princess was in with me, and I thought all of the kids were with him.
Apparently, she thought it was time for a morning stroll down Alligator Lane and slipped out undetected by the 7 people around her. She got about 5 houses down by sticking to the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.
*shudder*
I mean, that's the stuff nightmares are made of. Even now I find myself getting up in the middle of the night to go make sure she is still in her bed.
Thank God she was picked up by the AT&T guy and a local who stopped as well who thought she belonged to another house where 2 little girls lived. Everyone was reasonably worried and called the sheriff about 5 minutes before they saw me running down the road looking for her. After the cop saw that we had 5 kids and the layout of the houses he stopped acting like we were horrible neglecting the two year old and more like we had a herd of kids and she just got away from us. I get ill just typing it out and thinking about it. But praise the Lord she is okay and safe. Now I'm just going to keep bricks tied to her somehow to slow her down.
Then there was the battle her 9 year old brother faced(who used to escape the house back in his 2 year old days too *sheesh).
Last Friday we were out on the Bay in my uncles boat getting pulled around on the inner-tube. L(12 year old) had jumped off to give G(9 year old) his turn and now he has a war story to tell everyone about an epic battle he got into with a huge box jellyfish. He is fine, but there may be a scar on his arm. Normally we don't get jellyfish until late August, but there has been a drought going on and the normally fresh water flow that keeps them out is just not there at all.. The water is super salty and we knew the jellies had made it in, but regular jellies are a totally different story than what he got into, I mean we have never seen the blistering like he has going on before. He must have jumped directly on top of this creature. He is such an amazing kid though. While he thought this brainless jelly was attacking him, all he was doing was yelling for L to get out of the water. What a trooper. He made it back up to the bay house to get vinegar poured on his wound (it neutralizes jelly venom) and got loads of sympathy. Then the fellah went back out on the boat and got back IN the water to get his turn on the tube. Yus, I am proud
That was just the highlights.
heh.
Apparently, she thought it was time for a morning stroll down Alligator Lane and slipped out undetected by the 7 people around her. She got about 5 houses down by sticking to the MIDDLE OF THE ROAD.
*shudder*
I mean, that's the stuff nightmares are made of. Even now I find myself getting up in the middle of the night to go make sure she is still in her bed.
Thank God she was picked up by the AT&T guy and a local who stopped as well who thought she belonged to another house where 2 little girls lived. Everyone was reasonably worried and called the sheriff about 5 minutes before they saw me running down the road looking for her. After the cop saw that we had 5 kids and the layout of the houses he stopped acting like we were horrible neglecting the two year old and more like we had a herd of kids and she just got away from us. I get ill just typing it out and thinking about it. But praise the Lord she is okay and safe. Now I'm just going to keep bricks tied to her somehow to slow her down.
Then there was the battle her 9 year old brother faced(who used to escape the house back in his 2 year old days too *sheesh).
Last Friday we were out on the Bay in my uncles boat getting pulled around on the inner-tube. L(12 year old) had jumped off to give G(9 year old) his turn and now he has a war story to tell everyone about an epic battle he got into with a huge box jellyfish. He is fine, but there may be a scar on his arm. Normally we don't get jellyfish until late August, but there has been a drought going on and the normally fresh water flow that keeps them out is just not there at all.. The water is super salty and we knew the jellies had made it in, but regular jellies are a totally different story than what he got into, I mean we have never seen the blistering like he has going on before. He must have jumped directly on top of this creature. He is such an amazing kid though. While he thought this brainless jelly was attacking him, all he was doing was yelling for L to get out of the water. What a trooper. He made it back up to the bay house to get vinegar poured on his wound (it neutralizes jelly venom) and got loads of sympathy. Then the fellah went back out on the boat and got back IN the water to get his turn on the tube. Yus, I am proud
That was just the highlights.
heh.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Ravelry
Whoot!
A whole new knitting place to spend some time in, hot diggity.
Just in time for me to go on vacation for 2 weeks
heh heh heh
Have I mentioned lately how much I love the knitting community? Just 5 min in the forums exposed me to so many very talented (and funny) people. How loverly :0)
Now y'all will have to forgive me, but I am going to be completely off line for at least these two weeks. But never fear, I'm taking my knitting AND my camera :D
A whole new knitting place to spend some time in, hot diggity.
Just in time for me to go on vacation for 2 weeks
heh heh heh
Have I mentioned lately how much I love the knitting community? Just 5 min in the forums exposed me to so many very talented (and funny) people. How loverly :0)
Now y'all will have to forgive me, but I am going to be completely off line for at least these two weeks. But never fear, I'm taking my knitting AND my camera :D
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Micronic Mistakes of the Costly Kind
This last Monday Daddio's employer came up to him asking why we had not responded to the offer that was given almost 3 weeks ago. He had been dropping hints that he was open and ready to talk, but was simply told that we were crunching numbers, looking at things, we would let him know when we were ready to talk.
Well on this fine Monday,*giggle* Daddio was done dodging the question and whats more, was feeling able to be completely honest. Hit em with both barrels, not in an angry freak out pompous 'how dare you offer such trollop" mode that was likely the attitude he would have had a few weeks ago. Cool off time is a brilliant thing. But he calmly, FIRMLY, pointed out why the offer was complete crap and an insult to boot. He said it was so freeing to be that honest (and interesting watching the back pedaling). He confronted the fact that they expect us to go live in some kind of poverty. Boss did his predictable "but you have already been getting the highest raises the last 3 years" shuffling his papers around and such. Hubbo looked him straight in the face and said "that really doesn't matter. You know we are living cheap, in my fathers house, and that's the only reason we get by on what little I make now. No one time bonus is going to sustain anything for my family. You expect me to take my family away from what little support we have here, move them to where we know nobody, and ADD the cost of housing to our expenses with no cost adjustment at all? I already discussed with you that we had looked into the real estate market there and even the 200g homes are covered in burglar bars. I can only assume you could care less what neighborhood my children are raised in, because clearly we could only afford the ghetto on this offer. That is completely unacceptable and I did not think there was anything further to discuss since it shows you really don't think I'm worth very much."
Razzle Freakin Dazzle baby*, WHOOT!
Plus I think he was even able to point out HUGE mistakes that were being made by the company and remind him that we HAD offered to go down early so these costly mistakes would have been avoided.
For instance: Micron. This is a unit of measurement that is used in high precision machines. One micron is about 1/100 of the thickness of a single sheet of paper. TeeeTiny right?
The machines Daddio builds are required to remain in certain tolerances measured in microns. These machines are steel. Steel expands with heat. Running the machines creates heat. So you can imagine the delicate balance it takes to get these tolerances perfectly balanced.
The new guy in Cincinnati decided that putting air conditioning in the new building was too costly. Ummm McFly?
Yeah, I know, how obtuse is that? Steel warehouses, even with doors open are not exactly cool places to be, temperature wise. Getting the machine balanced in the warehouse(if it's even possible with the temp varying all day) wont mean diddly once it gets to the client, everything will constantly be grossly out of whack. Talk about costly, this is a mistake that will keep on giving. Also consider oxidation. No AC means there is nothing controlling the humidity levels. Metal parts. Idiot.
It was really fantastic to see my husbands face after work that day. All those little things that had been eating at him, but he was not rocking the boat (swedes sheesh) was taking more of a toll on his mood and attitude than I realized. We are both keenly aware that the new employment prospect is not a done deal, but we are just as aware that we have no future with this current company. We are completely in God's hands, and as odd as it sounds to those not in Christ, we are just not worried about it. We will be fine, something great is on our horizon, and frankly it will be a relief to be done with a company that treats it's clients AND employees, so poorly. That afternoon he was walking taller for the honesty, and ya know what? The truth really did set him free. :0)
* Lost fans will understand, others, well just know it is really funny okay?......so is me calling you 'others'
heh.
Well on this fine Monday,*giggle* Daddio was done dodging the question and whats more, was feeling able to be completely honest. Hit em with both barrels, not in an angry freak out pompous 'how dare you offer such trollop" mode that was likely the attitude he would have had a few weeks ago. Cool off time is a brilliant thing. But he calmly, FIRMLY, pointed out why the offer was complete crap and an insult to boot. He said it was so freeing to be that honest (and interesting watching the back pedaling). He confronted the fact that they expect us to go live in some kind of poverty. Boss did his predictable "but you have already been getting the highest raises the last 3 years" shuffling his papers around and such. Hubbo looked him straight in the face and said "that really doesn't matter. You know we are living cheap, in my fathers house, and that's the only reason we get by on what little I make now. No one time bonus is going to sustain anything for my family. You expect me to take my family away from what little support we have here, move them to where we know nobody, and ADD the cost of housing to our expenses with no cost adjustment at all? I already discussed with you that we had looked into the real estate market there and even the 200g homes are covered in burglar bars. I can only assume you could care less what neighborhood my children are raised in, because clearly we could only afford the ghetto on this offer. That is completely unacceptable and I did not think there was anything further to discuss since it shows you really don't think I'm worth very much."
Razzle Freakin Dazzle baby*, WHOOT!
Plus I think he was even able to point out HUGE mistakes that were being made by the company and remind him that we HAD offered to go down early so these costly mistakes would have been avoided.
For instance: Micron. This is a unit of measurement that is used in high precision machines. One micron is about 1/100 of the thickness of a single sheet of paper. TeeeTiny right?
The machines Daddio builds are required to remain in certain tolerances measured in microns. These machines are steel. Steel expands with heat. Running the machines creates heat. So you can imagine the delicate balance it takes to get these tolerances perfectly balanced.
The new guy in Cincinnati decided that putting air conditioning in the new building was too costly. Ummm McFly?
Yeah, I know, how obtuse is that? Steel warehouses, even with doors open are not exactly cool places to be, temperature wise. Getting the machine balanced in the warehouse(if it's even possible with the temp varying all day) wont mean diddly once it gets to the client, everything will constantly be grossly out of whack. Talk about costly, this is a mistake that will keep on giving. Also consider oxidation. No AC means there is nothing controlling the humidity levels. Metal parts. Idiot.
It was really fantastic to see my husbands face after work that day. All those little things that had been eating at him, but he was not rocking the boat (swedes sheesh) was taking more of a toll on his mood and attitude than I realized. We are both keenly aware that the new employment prospect is not a done deal, but we are just as aware that we have no future with this current company. We are completely in God's hands, and as odd as it sounds to those not in Christ, we are just not worried about it. We will be fine, something great is on our horizon, and frankly it will be a relief to be done with a company that treats it's clients AND employees, so poorly. That afternoon he was walking taller for the honesty, and ya know what? The truth really did set him free. :0)
* Lost fans will understand, others, well just know it is really funny okay?......so is me calling you 'others'
heh.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Going to Alabama
YaaaY!
We leave for vacation and I am so excited. I love going home to the bay house. It's even cooler that we have a lovely employment prospect that could get us down there permanently :0)
Our family has been living in a job security flux for longer than I wanna think about. His current employer is closing up shop and moving to Cincinatti. He was told he would still have a job....months ago. We've been waiting for the offer. Two weeks ago the hard job offer came in from his current employment about the move to Cincy. It was total junk (putting it very mildly)
Seriously, it would have us at below poverty level again, in ghetto housing. That is total crap.
He came home at lunch the day the offer came in to grouch and rant, was mad as heck. Deservedly so. I tried to get his mood to shift, you know me, "Praise the Lord we know we don't need to be with that company" yadda yadda
I tried, but you know, he went back to work still grouchy. Once there he was talking to the guy who was going to make the move with him and be his new boss (we really like this guy) and Rick was just floored at the backhanded slap that was the job offer. So as they were talking and getting more and more annoyed and just about where he got fed up........................a phone call came in.
It was for tech support on a machine made by this company he works for...only the call was from the company's leading USA competitor. Seems the clients are trying to find people to do the repairs and such because dealing with the original company is such an expensive pain in the arse.
So Hubbo is talking to the guy and being guarded with help, cause it's the competition after all, he finally asks "off the record, what do you guys do?"which leads to a good long conversation, and a few interesting tidbits. Like they are hiring, and expanding but do not yet have the expertise to really work on these machines. The fellah gives Hubbo all the names and phone numbers he would need to talk with, and is really very encouraging.
It would be ALL God to, cause you know, aint it just a curiosity that it's the one company My husband never sent his resume to?
It gets better.
The machine he was giving tech advice for(did I mention he is literally the only man in the usa who knows these swedish made machines inside and out and that's why we expected a MUCH better offer from his current employer? It will cost them 30g a month to bring in equally knowledgeable people from Sweden), is the SAME machine the sales guy dropped the ball on back in December.
Hubbo has jumped through a million hoops for this company trying to make the incompetents actually assist its client and the client knows it. All of the clients are like that. They specifically ask for him because of the efforts he puts into his job. 'Cause he does go the extra mile, and the clients all know the fall outs are not him.
So, it would be great if he got on there, and it's likely a good deal of clients would follow him as well. A win-win situation for the new company and my beloved ;0)
Hubbo hates having his name associated with this group of monkeys in engineering suits. This new place is family owned and Christian to boot! Their work goal page thingy is packed with scripture....AND it happens to be in the area we wanted to move to to begin with! *Happy Dance*
Not done yet
So Hubbo gets the hiring managers # right? The guy is out of the country right now, guess when he will be back?
June 25th, the day we were already going to be in the area on vacation. Isn't that like so totally cool? We planned our vacation a month ago. Gotta love Gods timing hehehehehehehee
Now if the company doesn't want Hubbo, well that's okay, but it would be so fantastic if this was the answer to our prayers and it totally changed his attitude an everything.
But you know me, I mean yall have been through this with me before where I thought something was gonna happen one way, and was let down, so I'm rather cautious on this one, you know?
If God wants this to happen, he will make it happen, in spite of everything.
Himself called the client that was at this new company on his personal cell phone after work hours and they had a nice long chat, and apparently the timing was really nail on perfect. This man offered to talk with the heads of the new company and gave DH plenty of insider tips and we are going in on the 25th to meet everyone. He talked to the orginal tech guy last night only to get his assurance that he would be talking to the hiring guy as well. WHOOT!
Now, yall also know this means I won't be bvlogging after Friday for at least two weeks? Just givin you'se a heads up and a whut whut.
We leave for vacation and I am so excited. I love going home to the bay house. It's even cooler that we have a lovely employment prospect that could get us down there permanently :0)
Our family has been living in a job security flux for longer than I wanna think about. His current employer is closing up shop and moving to Cincinatti. He was told he would still have a job....months ago. We've been waiting for the offer. Two weeks ago the hard job offer came in from his current employment about the move to Cincy. It was total junk (putting it very mildly)
Seriously, it would have us at below poverty level again, in ghetto housing. That is total crap.
He came home at lunch the day the offer came in to grouch and rant, was mad as heck. Deservedly so. I tried to get his mood to shift, you know me, "Praise the Lord we know we don't need to be with that company" yadda yadda
I tried, but you know, he went back to work still grouchy. Once there he was talking to the guy who was going to make the move with him and be his new boss (we really like this guy) and Rick was just floored at the backhanded slap that was the job offer. So as they were talking and getting more and more annoyed and just about where he got fed up........................a phone call came in.
It was for tech support on a machine made by this company he works for...only the call was from the company's leading USA competitor. Seems the clients are trying to find people to do the repairs and such because dealing with the original company is such an expensive pain in the arse.
So Hubbo is talking to the guy and being guarded with help, cause it's the competition after all, he finally asks "off the record, what do you guys do?"which leads to a good long conversation, and a few interesting tidbits. Like they are hiring, and expanding but do not yet have the expertise to really work on these machines. The fellah gives Hubbo all the names and phone numbers he would need to talk with, and is really very encouraging.
It would be ALL God to, cause you know, aint it just a curiosity that it's the one company My husband never sent his resume to?
It gets better.
The machine he was giving tech advice for(did I mention he is literally the only man in the usa who knows these swedish made machines inside and out and that's why we expected a MUCH better offer from his current employer? It will cost them 30g a month to bring in equally knowledgeable people from Sweden), is the SAME machine the sales guy dropped the ball on back in December.
Hubbo has jumped through a million hoops for this company trying to make the incompetents actually assist its client and the client knows it. All of the clients are like that. They specifically ask for him because of the efforts he puts into his job. 'Cause he does go the extra mile, and the clients all know the fall outs are not him.
So, it would be great if he got on there, and it's likely a good deal of clients would follow him as well. A win-win situation for the new company and my beloved ;0)
Hubbo hates having his name associated with this group of monkeys in engineering suits. This new place is family owned and Christian to boot! Their work goal page thingy is packed with scripture....AND it happens to be in the area we wanted to move to to begin with! *Happy Dance*
Not done yet
So Hubbo gets the hiring managers # right? The guy is out of the country right now, guess when he will be back?
June 25th, the day we were already going to be in the area on vacation. Isn't that like so totally cool? We planned our vacation a month ago. Gotta love Gods timing hehehehehehehee
Now if the company doesn't want Hubbo, well that's okay, but it would be so fantastic if this was the answer to our prayers and it totally changed his attitude an everything.
But you know me, I mean yall have been through this with me before where I thought something was gonna happen one way, and was let down, so I'm rather cautious on this one, you know?
If God wants this to happen, he will make it happen, in spite of everything.
Himself called the client that was at this new company on his personal cell phone after work hours and they had a nice long chat, and apparently the timing was really nail on perfect. This man offered to talk with the heads of the new company and gave DH plenty of insider tips and we are going in on the 25th to meet everyone. He talked to the orginal tech guy last night only to get his assurance that he would be talking to the hiring guy as well. WHOOT!
Now, yall also know this means I won't be bvlogging after Friday for at least two weeks? Just givin you'se a heads up and a whut whut.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
sewing up and making more loose ends.......
So my honey bunny, being encouraged by my sewing frenzy of craziness went and bought me an upgrade! This is the main reason for my lack of blogging, I am sewing people! I am so tickled with this new machine, and have been sewing every bit of fabric in sight....which does include any fabric that crosses my path in a store. Seriously, I need help.
Tomorrow I promised the older boys so 3 stooges pillowcases among other projects, I'll get those pics in sooner or later ;)
Meanwhile, here are 3 new dresses for Princess:
Tomorrow I promised the older boys so 3 stooges pillowcases among other projects, I'll get those pics in sooner or later ;)
Meanwhile, here are 3 new dresses for Princess:
Yipe!
Kelly from MyUtopia startled the beeswax outta me LOL
I keep forgetting that this is a world wide web and anyone can randomly stumble across my lil bloggie. I literally sat here scratching my head trying to figure out how she found me and yadda yadda. I'm such a dork. Hi Kelly *wave* nice to meet a fellow Bibliophile.
Thanks for the reminder that if I want people to keep reading, I really gotta update more often heh heh heh
I keep forgetting that this is a world wide web and anyone can randomly stumble across my lil bloggie. I literally sat here scratching my head trying to figure out how she found me and yadda yadda. I'm such a dork. Hi Kelly *wave* nice to meet a fellow Bibliophile.
Thanks for the reminder that if I want people to keep reading, I really gotta update more often heh heh heh
Monday, June 11, 2007
Saturday, June 9, 2007
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Electric Goldfish
MmmmmOmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmM
the gold fish shocked me!
What?
The goldfish have electricity Ma'.
No they don't, they have voracious appetites and wonky habits, but no electricty.
uh huh. they do. they shocked me. Stick your hand in there.
*ponders what joke oldest son is up to - decides to risk it* **further decides to not ask why son was petting the goldfish**
YEOOOOWCH! They ARE electric.......
Somehow or other my goldfish, you know, the suicidal, wanna be flying fish that should have died years ago? Yeah, well, they have taken their soul train folk show to the electric boogaloo. Lovely.
How does a goldfish, with a 2 second memory(HA!) get a power supply to the tank of 'tudeness? Apparently by flicking water over the edge and onto the waterproof filter? It's the best I can figure at least. We unhitched their power supply and decided to let the indoor pond go au'naturale. So far so good.
Beta, however, is going on protest. Our lil activist fish probably instigated the whole thing.
And so continues life in the Funhouse.
the gold fish shocked me!
What?
The goldfish have electricity Ma'.
No they don't, they have voracious appetites and wonky habits, but no electricty.
uh huh. they do. they shocked me. Stick your hand in there.
*ponders what joke oldest son is up to - decides to risk it* **further decides to not ask why son was petting the goldfish**
YEOOOOWCH! They ARE electric.......
Somehow or other my goldfish, you know, the suicidal, wanna be flying fish that should have died years ago? Yeah, well, they have taken their soul train folk show to the electric boogaloo. Lovely.
How does a goldfish, with a 2 second memory(HA!) get a power supply to the tank of 'tudeness? Apparently by flicking water over the edge and onto the waterproof filter? It's the best I can figure at least. We unhitched their power supply and decided to let the indoor pond go au'naturale. So far so good.
Beta, however, is going on protest. Our lil activist fish probably instigated the whole thing.
And so continues life in the Funhouse.
Cincinatti update
Our family has been living in a job security flux for longer than I wanna think about. His current employer is closing up shop and moving to Cincinatti. He was told he would still have a job....months ago. We've been waiting for the offer.
so you sitting/stalking and want to hear?
yesterday the hard job offer came in from his current employment about the move to Cincy. It was total junk.
well, hubbo came home at lunch to grouch and deservedly so. I tried to get his mood to shift, you know me, "Praise the Lord we know we don't need to be with that company" yadda yadda
I tried, but you know, he went back to work still grouchy. Once there he was talking to the guy who was going to make the move with him and be his new boss (we really like this guy) and Rick was just floored at the backhanded slap that was the job offer. So as they were talking about get, getting more and more annoyed and just about where he got fed up........................a phone call came in for tech support from the company's leading USA competitor. So Hubbo is talking to the guy and being guarded with help, cause it's the competition after all, he finally asks "off the record, what do you guys do?"which leads to a good long conversation, and a few interesting tidbits. Like they are hiring, and expanding. The fellah gives Hubbo all the names and phone numbers he would need to talk with
It would be ALL God to, cause you know, aint it just a curiosity that it's the one company My husband never sent his resume to?
It gets better.
The machine he was giving tech advice for(did I mention he is literally the only man in the usa who knows these swedish made machines inside and out and that's why we expected a MUCH better offer from his current employer? It will cost them 30g a month to bring in equally knowledgeable people from Sweden), is the SAME machine the sales guy dropped the ball on back in December.
Hubbo has jumped through a million hoops for this company trying to make the company actually help its client and the client knows it. All of the clients are like that, they specifically ask for him because of the efforts he puts into his job. 'Cause he does go the extra mile, and the clients know the fall outs are not him.
So, it would be great if he got on there, and it's likely a good deal of clients would follow him there. Hubbo hates having his name associated with a company that treats its clients so poorly. This new place is family owned and Christian to boot! Their work goal page thingy is packed with scripture....AND it happens to be in the area we wanted to move to to begin with!
Not done yet
So Hubbo gets the hiring managers # right? The guy is out of the country right now, guess when he will be back?
June 25th, the day we were already going to be in the area on vacation. Isn't that like so totally cool?
Now if the company doesn't want Hubbo, well that's okay, but it would be so fantastic if this was the answer to our prayers and it totally changed his attitude an everything.
But you know me, I mean yall have been through this with me before where I thought something was gonna happen one way, and was let down, so I'm cautious on this one, you know?
If God wants this to happen, he will make it happen, in spite of everything;
Thats it inna nutshell.
So, would you all please pray for this job situation to be resolved soon? Living in this uneasyness is difficult at best and this company really does sound like the answer to prayer. It would be wonderful of you. Thanks
so you sitting/stalking and want to hear?
yesterday the hard job offer came in from his current employment about the move to Cincy. It was total junk.
well, hubbo came home at lunch to grouch and deservedly so. I tried to get his mood to shift, you know me, "Praise the Lord we know we don't need to be with that company" yadda yadda
I tried, but you know, he went back to work still grouchy. Once there he was talking to the guy who was going to make the move with him and be his new boss (we really like this guy) and Rick was just floored at the backhanded slap that was the job offer. So as they were talking about get, getting more and more annoyed and just about where he got fed up........................a phone call came in for tech support from the company's leading USA competitor. So Hubbo is talking to the guy and being guarded with help, cause it's the competition after all, he finally asks "off the record, what do you guys do?"which leads to a good long conversation, and a few interesting tidbits. Like they are hiring, and expanding. The fellah gives Hubbo all the names and phone numbers he would need to talk with
It would be ALL God to, cause you know, aint it just a curiosity that it's the one company My husband never sent his resume to?
It gets better.
The machine he was giving tech advice for(did I mention he is literally the only man in the usa who knows these swedish made machines inside and out and that's why we expected a MUCH better offer from his current employer? It will cost them 30g a month to bring in equally knowledgeable people from Sweden), is the SAME machine the sales guy dropped the ball on back in December.
Hubbo has jumped through a million hoops for this company trying to make the company actually help its client and the client knows it. All of the clients are like that, they specifically ask for him because of the efforts he puts into his job. 'Cause he does go the extra mile, and the clients know the fall outs are not him.
So, it would be great if he got on there, and it's likely a good deal of clients would follow him there. Hubbo hates having his name associated with a company that treats its clients so poorly. This new place is family owned and Christian to boot! Their work goal page thingy is packed with scripture....AND it happens to be in the area we wanted to move to to begin with!
Not done yet
So Hubbo gets the hiring managers # right? The guy is out of the country right now, guess when he will be back?
June 25th, the day we were already going to be in the area on vacation. Isn't that like so totally cool?
Now if the company doesn't want Hubbo, well that's okay, but it would be so fantastic if this was the answer to our prayers and it totally changed his attitude an everything.
But you know me, I mean yall have been through this with me before where I thought something was gonna happen one way, and was let down, so I'm cautious on this one, you know?
If God wants this to happen, he will make it happen, in spite of everything;
Thats it inna nutshell.
So, would you all please pray for this job situation to be resolved soon? Living in this uneasyness is difficult at best and this company really does sound like the answer to prayer. It would be wonderful of you. Thanks
Monday, June 4, 2007
Sewing fiend
I was a sewing madwoman this weekend.
Son's lizard drapes = check
Daughters flapper dress = check
New shade/roof for swing = check
New privacy curtain for huge front window in living room = check
Finish quilt = check check check
Back of the quilt
Son's lizard drapes = check
Daughters flapper dress = check
New shade/roof for swing = check
New privacy curtain for huge front window in living room = check
Finish quilt = check check check
Back of the quilt
Friday, June 1, 2007
Hola!
Last night I had 2 women at the church ask me to teach them how to knit, I am totally geeked. heh.
We are going to do the basic garter stitch washcloth. Easy Peasy and a quick knit!
My friend Sara is 5 months preggo with their 5th child. Can I just say how much I love that I'm not the only mother my age with more than two or three? And she knits, and she homeschools them too *swoon*
Her hubbo and Himself get on like mud and Jeeps.
Every Thursday night her kids come to my house to play, so she and I can zip off to church sans kiddos. This has only been going on for two weeks, and both times her hubbo had the night off from work so came over too. It's working out wonderfully. Himself gets to play, and the kids get to enjoy others that have a lot in common with. Whoot!
By the end of the night the house is utterly destroyed, but has a great feeling of contentment. Awesome.
My incredibly talented friend has finally decided to share her skills with the world. I own one of the first bags she made, and I kid you not, use it practically every day. It's my sock in progress "must have". You must go see.
In other news, for all you stressed out mommas out there, I can not recommend this stuff enough. I've been taking it for about two weeks and my DH wants me to never be without it. LOL
I'm getting some for my sister. Her personality turns into something no man should have to live with during her time of the month, I think it will help....I'm laughing as I write this, but I'm serious too. heh heh
It says it's a sleep aid, but really it just helps your crankiness factor. Ironically it's made from passion flower extract wahahahahahahahaaaa
Today I'm going to spend some more quality time with the PW while the kids play in the jungle of our back yard....
We are going to do the basic garter stitch washcloth. Easy Peasy and a quick knit!
My friend Sara is 5 months preggo with their 5th child. Can I just say how much I love that I'm not the only mother my age with more than two or three? And she knits, and she homeschools them too *swoon*
Her hubbo and Himself get on like mud and Jeeps.
Every Thursday night her kids come to my house to play, so she and I can zip off to church sans kiddos. This has only been going on for two weeks, and both times her hubbo had the night off from work so came over too. It's working out wonderfully. Himself gets to play, and the kids get to enjoy others that have a lot in common with. Whoot!
By the end of the night the house is utterly destroyed, but has a great feeling of contentment. Awesome.
My incredibly talented friend has finally decided to share her skills with the world. I own one of the first bags she made, and I kid you not, use it practically every day. It's my sock in progress "must have". You must go see.
In other news, for all you stressed out mommas out there, I can not recommend this stuff enough. I've been taking it for about two weeks and my DH wants me to never be without it. LOL
I'm getting some for my sister. Her personality turns into something no man should have to live with during her time of the month, I think it will help....I'm laughing as I write this, but I'm serious too. heh heh
It says it's a sleep aid, but really it just helps your crankiness factor. Ironically it's made from passion flower extract wahahahahahahahaaaa
Today I'm going to spend some more quality time with the PW while the kids play in the jungle of our back yard....
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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Memorial Day Weekend 2007
Yeah yeah I know, I'm getting awful about regular updates, I hear ya.
Well at least this time I have finished objects to report wheeeeeee
Over the long weekend I got much sewing up done and now have FINISHED OBJECTS IN MY POSSESSION! Whoot!
I also managed to get about 3 inches done on my PW cardigan body! Double YeeHaw!
I sewed up Kelley's slippers (they have only been langushing for 7 months) *ahem*
I have the Baby Bog, which is just too small for Evie *sigh* but it will make a good baby gift. I cast on absolutely nothing and did my darndest to just get some items finished.
So without further ado, the pictures:
And now some pics of the weekend fun:
Well at least this time I have finished objects to report wheeeeeee
Over the long weekend I got much sewing up done and now have FINISHED OBJECTS IN MY POSSESSION! Whoot!
I also managed to get about 3 inches done on my PW cardigan body! Double YeeHaw!
I sewed up Kelley's slippers (they have only been langushing for 7 months) *ahem*
I have the Baby Bog, which is just too small for Evie *sigh* but it will make a good baby gift. I cast on absolutely nothing and did my darndest to just get some items finished.
So without further ado, the pictures:
And now some pics of the weekend fun:
Friday, May 25, 2007
I've been tagged!
Now, Jessie stated she was so far removed from the blogger super highway she was surprised to get hit with the meme going around, so can you imagine my horror surprise?
Okay so here it is, 7 things you probably did not want to know about me:
Okay so here it is, 7 things you probably did not want to know about me:
- I have hobbit feet....and like them! Not hairy hobbit feet per se, but wide and short...and calloused because I'm a hillbilly and walk around barefoot at every opportunity. I was developing a bunion a couple years ago because I tried to be more lady like and wear shoes/boots/sandals with some kind of a heel on them. My poor lil hobbit feet thought they were torture, but tried to indulge me. I could go all day and night and be fine, but the moment those torture devices released the pressure from the nerve endings I was going to pay pay pay. Now that I've given up my quest to appear taller, my feets is happier. Precious. Now that I've discovered Crocs I am the happiest hillbilly in the world. Shoes that feel like I'm barefoot *swoon*
- One of the silliest, smallest but incredibly joyful things in every single day is changing my MSN log-in name for the messenger feature. I don't necessarily actually change it on a daily basis, but I giggle with anticipation about it. Why you ask? Because of my FIL. He gets so funny about the names, almost like he thinks I do it just to hide from him...when in truth, it started to suit my mood for the day. I chit chat with Hubbo through the computer all day so it never occurred to me that FIL was trying to keep up with the name changes. Poor guy, now I have both his sons swapping up names on him (and it makes me giggle to no end) ((heh))
- I want to move not JUST back to the south, but back to where I am near water. I've always been a water baby, and my babies are water babies, so it seems silly to live so far away from the water. Michigan, when you add up all the coast line from all the assorted lakes and rivers actually has more waterfront than Alaska! However, it's too cold to do squat with...and if it's not too cold, it's too polluted. Gimme that salty air thank ya veddy much. Do sheep like sea oats?
- Pink has become my new favorite color ever since having a girl child. I was never a girly girl, though I had my moments. But I loathed the color pink. Not entirely sure why, it was almost a pride thing. I was proud to not like pink (can we all say 'nerd'?). Interestingly enough, my hubbo keeps finding pictures of me wearing pink. I still say those pics were snapped during my escapades into girlydom. Maybe it's because of Princess that I finally feel like I'm not alone in a sea of testosterone and can fully embrace how different girls are from boys? I always wanted to fit in as one of the boys (cause girls can be so mean) so maybe that was it? I dunno, I just know I love pink now. Just not that pansy shade of pink....
- I want to make a huge beach blanket out of my frayed towels. Just sew em together and tada! Stop looking at me like that, it IS a good idea. The problem here is that ALL my towels are frayed somewhat (the teen boys are hardest on them) so if I carried out my plan, we'd all have to air dry until the budget could support new ones...and yall, that would seriously cut into the yarn money, so we know this will only remain in dreamland...for now.
- Okay, now I know I already mentioned my feet, but there is another lil tidbit of secret knowledge that goes with them. Socks. I love knitting socks, always have a pair going on the needles....but hate hate hate wearing socks. There. It's out in the open now. I feel better, and lighter now that rabbit's outta the bag. This is not really a bad thing as I have 5 children who do wear socks and a hubbo that really loves his hand knits *whew* A bonus side effect to this is that the few pairs of hand knit socks I do have, last me forever and look so awesome when I do wear them out in the real world. My JessieMades look outstanding when worn with the crocs!
- I miss my Granny more than I can describe. The only thing keeping me from just being all sad and depressed when I think about her is the knowledge that I will see her again in heaven. I love knowing without doubt that Jesus is the way, and she fully loved Him with all her heart. It was because of my respect for her and Bopie that I really looked at what they believed and why. It was their witness with their lives that led me to see who Christ was, and I have no doubt her continuous prayers for me as a child that saved my butt more than I wanna know. Miss you and Love you Granny Sue.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Page 48
of the new issue of Interweave knits. I think I may have found my next cast on.
But do I have the stamina for socks that long?
Maybe the sash would be better....but I don't wear sashes......
oh the ponderings!
But do I have the stamina for socks that long?
Maybe the sash would be better....but I don't wear sashes......
oh the ponderings!
Friday, May 18, 2007
Yarn......Mmmmmmmmmmmmm
Brought out the autumn hand maiden for a little photo session for the friday expose'
I know I know, my camera is not so great when it comes to photo clarity or detail *sigh* but it's what I got. Heheheheheee
This lil bit of lucious yarn is cast on for a super secret project. I love love LOVE the colors and can't wait to see how it's going to turn out wheeeeeee
And now for a lil quick photo of the cutest girl that ever was:
Hello, my name is FunPrincess and I WILL wear my bathing suit even when it's too cold, where is my tiara anyway?
And the most loving father with his Princess EVER:
And just because my husband has a new love in his life and I know will be reading this and will want to see the new baby:
I know I know, my camera is not so great when it comes to photo clarity or detail *sigh* but it's what I got. Heheheheheee
This lil bit of lucious yarn is cast on for a super secret project. I love love LOVE the colors and can't wait to see how it's going to turn out wheeeeeee
And now for a lil quick photo of the cutest girl that ever was:
Hello, my name is FunPrincess and I WILL wear my bathing suit even when it's too cold, where is my tiara anyway?
And the most loving father with his Princess EVER:
And just because my husband has a new love in his life and I know will be reading this and will want to see the new baby:
Monday, May 14, 2007
Camping for Mothers Day
Took the family to Muskegon State Park this past weekend. What a hoot. It was WAY colder than I expected. Being from the south, the closer you get to the water (read: Gulf Coast) the warmer it gets. Up here in Yankeeland where everything is backwards, it naturally gets colder as you edge closer to the great block of ice they call "Lake Michigan". Seriously, it was 75 when we left the house, Muskegon is a 3 hour drive West....not north, just west. A reasonable human being would think "It's about the same temperature" ESPECIALLY when the weather report SAYS it's the same temp...you know, just for kicks, do you think they would check the weather AT the camp park site, or do they get giggles knowing that they are lulling campers into a false sense of 'lovely camping weather'??? So imagine my surprise when about 5 miles from our camp site, it starts getting cooler. We are watching the temp drop a staggering 15 degrees in under 5 miles. and NO ONE told us about the constant, persistent, gale force "breeze" that NEVER STOPS. ever.
We had a cabin rented and brought the big tent. Daddio, the babies and I were going to cabin it up, the young men were going to tent it out. Well. Upon realizing we were all dressed for a luau in what must surely still be a vestige of a glacier, we decided to swap. The cabin was heated, there were 4 bunk beds. Perfect. Babies took one bunk, the 3 little men had the remainder. Daddio and I froze our hineys off......well that is not exactly true. Chalupa (the dog-Max) sat on our hineys growling at everything that even thought about moving. Because we had thought we were going to be in the cabin (with nice 70 degree nights) we only brought 2 blankets. Earlier in the evening it had been discovered that Daddio had forgotten all the towels and the BEDDING for the babies, so I had already made a Meijers run. The one blankie between me and an air mattress determined to suck all the living warmth out of me was just not cutting it. So I got up and grabbed 3 of the towels to insulate my side a little better. Daddio laughed at me. Within an hour he was practically shoving me off the bed trying to get on my towel insulated side. Ahem.
He was promptly booted and directed to another pile of towels for his own use.
We may have slept 2 winks between idiot dog growling.
Morning arrived shortly after night had decided to skedaddle, as nights are want to do.
Guess what else Daddio forgot? You guessed it, the percolator. He actually had to MOVE it to get to the camping chairs. Had his hand ON that magic pot the makes morning gogo juice. And he left it. Thank you Thank you Thank You Lord that we were there with Yo, Carrie Ted (Jeff) and Steph who would never in a billion years forget the coffee pot. (He also forgot the camping lanterns! Sheesh!)
Alex and I decided while at Meijers (the first trip) that we were never letting Daddio pack up for camping again. Heheheheheheheheeeee (I love you honey)
That day the boys spent climbing 40 foot tall sand dunes, leaping off the top and rolling the rest of the way down. Loved it. Princess settled for just rolling down a little and Ebear just jumped in place and rolled. By far and away, L was the most daring of the thrill seekers. I couldn't watch him much, too scary for a mum!
All in all a good, if sleepy, time was had by all. The best mothers day gift was seeing how relaxed my husband was after months of this job stress stuff. He didn't mention work the entire time. Praise the Lord.
On the knitting front, I got Evies new socks done and started a pair for me! Already have one done and the toe for the second is on needles now. Yaaaaaaaaaty.
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