Wednesday, August 26, 2015

It's All Coming Together

We went to my new house today for the final walk through.  Everything is on track for us to close on Monday.  I even met one of my new neighbors, and he is going to mow my yard for me in the morning.  Isn't that sweet?

We found a lot of little things we'd like to take care of.  James went with me, and he was saying, "Oh, that's nothing.  I can fix that."   Nothing major was wrong.  All the appliances and stuff work.  No rotting stuff or anything like that.  We still have to call for a termite inspection, but other than that, we're good to go. 

The bad news is, the people still have a LOT of stuff left in the house.  The Realtor said she was going to call them and make sure they get it out by Monday.    The other bad news is, this back bedroom was a kid's room.  He seemed to have taped a lot of stuff to the walls, and when he pulled it off, it left tape marks on the paneling.   You can't get it off, either, because it pulls the top layer of the paneling off.  But, if I make this the snakes' room, you won't be able to notice it much.

Eh, I'll probably just leave it, at least for now.  I won't be spending a lot of time in this room anyway. 

 More good news, the guy who said he wants to buy my trailer called to get the make, model, and serial number for his bank guy, so I think he's going to follow through. 

What with all the stress and stuff of work and moving, all the knitting I've been doing has been a few squares on what was intended to be my sister's sock yarn blanket.  Yesterday, I was working on it and I found this: 

I checked the rest of the blanket, and it looks fine, so I think this may have been just a snag, and not moths.  Fortunately, I have some of this yarn left so I can darn it-- as soon as I can find a tapestry needle, that is.  The hole is small enough that it shouldn't be too obvious.

Frankly, I'm not surprised that this yarn was the one that got the hole.  It was very cheaply made yarn, and such a disappointment.  The socks I knit from it wore out in about two months.

Needless to say, I never bought any more yarn from that company.

Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night.  I was thirsty.  I tried to ignore it, but eventually, I had to get up and get something to drink.  While I was in the kitchen, somehow the cat got into the bedroom, and I didn't know it.  I was momentarily freaked when I felt something jump on the bed and didn't know what it was.  When she came up for snuggles, though, I figured it out. 

Normally, she's not allowed to sleep with me because of my allergies, but I just didn't feel like getting back out of bed.  So, she got to stay.

Just this once. 

Monday, August 24, 2015

Feel It In The Air

I could feel it in the air as soon as I walked out of the plant today.

I know, according to the calendar, it's still almost a month away.

Cooler temperatures are even longer in coming.

But still, I could feel it in the air.

It felt like Fall.

Friday, August 21, 2015

Eye Candy Friday

I don't care what the calendar says, or what the temperature is, or about that equinox thing, when the Candy Corn hits the stores, it's FALL. 

The bank finally called, requesting the last bit of information needed to close on my house.  It's time to get the ball rolling! 

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Throwback Thursday

Back in the day, I was in Acteens. 

For those of you who aren't Southern Baptists, Acteens is a mission oriented church group for teenage girls.  The name is short for Active Teens In Missions.  We had lots of fun doing missions projects and things. 

The year I was 14, our leader -- Mrs. Daly-- decided we would make quilted lap robes for nursing home patients.  We all got together at her house one Saturday with all the scrap material we could find to work on them.  We were allowed to use the sewing machine to piece them, but once we got done with that, and got the backing and batting sewn into place, we were supposed to do all the quilting by hand.

That was the year my grandma fell and broke her hip.  She was in the hospital for a week or so, and the day she came home, she had a stroke.   Back into the hospital she went.  After several weeks, she was able to come home again.

While Grandma was in the hospital, I asked Mrs. Daly if I could make my lap robe for her instead of a random nursing home resident.  She said I could, and because I wanted to have it done by the time Grandma got out of the hospital, she also gave me permission to use the sewing machine to quilt it.

However, before I could get the lap robe finished, my Grandma died.  After that, I didn't have the heart to work on it any more.  I stuffed it into the corner behind my mother's sewing machine, where it sat neglected for several weeks.

I was looking at it one day, thinking I really ought to do something with it, when I realized two things:  Christmas was coming, and I had another grandmother.

I sat back down at the sewing machine, and in a few days, the lap robe was done.  I will admit that more than a few tears slipped down my cheeks at the thought of the grandmother I had lost.  Those tears turned to smiles when I saw the look on my Mammaw's face when she opened it that Christmas Eve.

She cherished that lap robe for the rest of her life, and I ...

I will have a treasure to pass down to my own grandchildren, the robe I made for both my grandmas.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Sweet Relief!

Look, y'all!  Look at what our high for tomorrow is supposed to be!

Sweet relief from the relentless heat.  It makes today's storms totally worth it. 

In the meantime, I'm still looking at my paint cards.  I really like these two color combinations.

They both remind me of being at the beach. 

No, the colors aren't true on my monitor, but you can at least get an approximation of what they look like. 

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Colors and Sugar

I was singing at my brazing stand.  Fernando walked by, and apparently thought I was yawning.  "Should have gone to bed last night," he quipped.  So, tonight, I intend to take his advice.  I'll be heading for bed as soon as I finish with this post.

After work, I finally made it into True Value and picked up some paint brochures.

So many colors!  So many choices!  I was feeling overwhelmed, so I just grabbed a bunch and brought them home to peruse at my leisure.  I've already seen a couple of the blues that have caught my eye. 

They also had some smaller cards showing what color combinations work together.  I got some of those, to coordinate my kitchen walls and cabinets and such.

Speaking of, we close in less than two weeks.  I asked James today if there was anything I needed to be in trying to contact the bank or the Realtor.  He said that they would get with me when it was time.   He seemed to imply that they would all pounce on me at once. 

I'm getting excited.  It won't be long now. 

After I left True Value, I ran by Wal-mart to get what I went into town to get in the first place.  While I was there, I decided to splurge. 

Old fashioned Dr Pepper made with sugar instead of corn syrup. 

I wish they'd all go back to using sugar.  It tastes so much better. 

Monday, August 17, 2015

Weekend Knitting

I'm not sure what is floating around in the air, but it's got my allergies all stirred up.  Not the sneezy, itchy eyes kind, either.  The gasping for breath, can't breathe kind. 

It got so bad that I bought a dust mask when I went to the store for my weekly resupply run.  It has helped a bit.  So has the rain we've had the last couple of days.  I feel a bit better today.  Better than I felt yesterday. 

So, what did I do when I was gasping for breath all day yesterday? 

I finished the scarf I'd been knitting out of my wheel spun yarn.

 Then I felted it.  I ran it through the washer and dryer twice, and this is as felted as it's going to get.  

Because I was just learning to spin, my yarn was really inconsistent.  It was really thick in spots, and really thin in spots.  That made the felting interesting.  As you can see, it felted a lot more in some spots than others.  I'm just going to call it an artistic design and let it go at that.

I am thinking about dying it, but that's not a given at this point.

Once I got through with that, I wanted to knit some more, but wanted something pretty mindless.  Most of my yarn is packed up in anticipation of moving, so I picked up one of the sock yarn blankets.  

This is the one I eventually hope to send to my sister. 


Friday, August 14, 2015

Employee Appreciation

We had an employee appreciation day at work this afternoon. 

They were handing out ice cream and candy during the hour between the shifts.  The problem is, both shifts had to make their way through the break room at the same time. 

So, after work, I went and got in line.  The line was all the way out of the door.  I stood there, and stood there, and stood there.  Holding my 40 lb tool bag.  Hot, tired, and frustrated, I stood there.  The line never moved. 

Finally, I said, "This isn't even worth it,"  and I left without getting a tiny little ice cream sandwich and two bite sized candy bars.

I didn't feel appreciated. 

They really don't know how to do appreciation things out there.  One time, they had a fish fry during our lunch break.  Now, our lunch break is only 20 minutes long, but that day, they gave us an extra 10 minutes. 

The problem was, they didn't make up the plates ahead of time.  They just put trays of food on the table and let people serve themselves.  Only, they didn't cook enough food.  They were bringing in trays of half raw fish, and people were taking all of it. 

There was one big, fat guy.  He had to have weighed at least 400 lbs.  They brought in a tray of fish, and he took every last piece of fish and put it on his plate.  They should have had people serve the food.  Some people stood in line their entire lunch break and didn't get anything to eat.

They didn't feel appreciated. 

Do you want me to feel appreciated?  Here's an idea.  Start resolving some of the issues with production that we've been complaining about for years.  Buy us new bins to put our parts in, so they aren't falling out of the big holes in the bottom of those worn out bins.  Buy us new kit containers with dividers that stay in place, so that we don't have to sort out a bunch of mixed up parts. 

Don't make us wear the same nasty gloves day after day after day.  Stop being so stingy and give us what we need to do our jobs. 

And for the love of Pete, stop treating us like kindergarteners. 

I'm an adult.  Treat me as such.

That will make me feel appreciated.  Much more than an ice cream sandwich will.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Happy Jesseversary!

It was four years ago today that I went down to the adoption fair and found a sad, skinny little dog.  The moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was meant to be mine.

Today, he is happy and healthy, and I couldn't imagine my life without him in it.

But he still doesn't like the camera. 

Yesterday, I picked up a paint brochure to start looking at colors for my new house. 

This one is from Wal-mart.  I was going to go this afternoon and get one from the hardware store, but I made the fatal mistake.  I came home first.

I have a good excuse.  I was tired.  I got up at 1:00 AM and went out to watch the Perseid meteor shower.  I only stayed out about half an hour, but I did see four or five meteors.  It is really too light where I live to see the stars well.  The paper mill right across the way puts out as much light as a small town. 

Back to the paint...I haven't made any firm decisions yet.  However, I'm leaning towards the blue on the bottom row for the kitchen.  For the living room, I like either the light beige -- third from the right on the bottom row, or the very light purple on the top right. 

But, like I said, haven't made any decisions yet.  I want to see what True Value has first. 

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

I Only Thought

I only thought we were done with the overtime.

When I got to work today, there was a notice posted that our health screenings for our insurance had been postponed.   They had been scheduled for the next three Saturdays.  There is only one reason to postpone them...we are going to be working those days. 

Not only that, I'm hearing rumors we will be working quite a few more Saturdays.  Not that I'm complaining.  I need the money. 

Other than that, I don't have a whole lot to talk about.  It's just too hot to do anything.  I don't even want to knit.  All I do is come home and watch TV.

Well, Netflix really.  There isn't even anything on TV that catches my interest.  I feel like my life is in the doldrums.  It's the waiting.

I'm tired of waiting.  I'm ready to be in my new house. 

And I'm ready to get my trailer sold.

I'm just ready to move on. 

Monday, August 10, 2015

Stop Fixing

what ain't broke!

You know the old saying, "if it ain't broke, don't fix it"?  Yeah, I really wish people would listen to that.

Long time readers may remember about a year ago, I was having some troubles.  See, when women reach a certain age, they start going through some changes.  Some of the side effects of these changes can be rather unpleasant.  Hot flashes, mood swings, night sweats, and the like. 

When I began to feel these effects, I started taking a supplement called Estroven.  It worked pretty well, up until last year about this time, when they -- for some unknown reason -- decided to change the formula.  Suddenly, I might as well have been taking sugar pills.  Hot flashes so bad, I thought I was going to spontaneously combust.  Night sweats so bad the bed splashed.  Mood swings so Hyde like I don't even want to go there. 

After a few months of trying this supplement and that supplement, I found a combination that works for me.  I've been taking iCool, along with SAM-e, 5-HTP, and Black Cohosh.  No more hot flashes.  No more wild mood swings.  No more night sweats.

Until last week, when I noticed iCool has changed their formula.  Sigh, why can't they just leave things alone?  I've noticed that I've definitely been sweating more these last couple of weeks.  But then, that could be because it's a bazillion degrees outside.

Cody says Southerners are so religious because we get to preview Hell every summer. 

But there is hope on the horizon.  Football is back on the TV.  Kids are back in school.  And Fall decor is back in the stores.

You know, in the far Northern parts of the world, when the sun appears above the horizon for the first time in the Spring, they have a big celebration.  The sun is returning, and with it, life.  That's a little like how I feel this time of year. 

Football.  Fall.  A brief respite from the relentless heat.  And eventually, frost, hot chocolate, and hoodies. 

Life is returning. 

Saturday, August 08, 2015


Totally out of character for me, I bought a new shirt, and not a work shirt!

I think I still have some black leggings around here somewhere that it will go with.  have no idea where I am going to wear it, but there it is.   No, I can't wear it to church.  I'm too old fashioned.  I just don't feel right wearing pants to church.

Maybe I'll have to go out on one of them there date things....

Um, never mind.  Here.  I'll distract you with some flowers.

Ain't they purdy?

Thursday, August 06, 2015

Now We Wait

I finally rounded up and turned the very last thing I needed to get my mortgage taken care of.  Now we wait....

I'm so ready to get into my new house.  Beverly and James are going to give me quite a bit of furniture that they aren't taking back to Texas with them, so I'll be all set.  A couch, a chair, a couple of cabinets, and an entertainment center so far...

I remember after my grandmother died and my grandpa remarried.  The first thing Granny did was to put paneling up in their whole house.  It made the house seem so much smaller.  So, I'm definitely going to paint the paneling in the living room and master bedroom.  I may eventually try to put that sidewise paneling in the master bedroom, because I like the way it looks.  That'll come later, though.  Right now, I'm just going to paint, probably a light beige or ecru. 

I'm thinking of a light teal for the kitchen. I don't like the yellow, but really don't want to get into some of the more gaudy color combinations that are popular these days.  No bright red or deep purple walls or anything like that. 

While I'm waiting, I'm still spinning, a little bit.  I plied a bit more yarn today, and somehow managed to get my singles almost exactly the same length.  When I finished, I had this much left over.

I'm knitting all this homemade yarn up into a giant scarf which I will felt when I'm done.  

Other than that, there isn't really much to talk about.  Work, being hot, coming home and sitting in the air conditioning...that is my life these days.

That, and waiting....

Friday, July 31, 2015

A Great Upheaval

Today we had our annual great upheaval at work. 

Said upheaval doesn't usually affect me.  The last time it did, we ended up with a different group leader.  You know him as Group Leader Fernando. 

Well, this year, said upheaval did affect me.  I'm going back to line 1.  Former Group Leader Rod will now be Group Leader Rod, and Group Leader Fernando will now be Former Group Leader Fernando.

Rod is happy about that.  Fernando, not so much. 

Usually, said upheaval includes all the summer temps being laid off, and today was no exception.  Yes, Cody was laid off.  He's not happy about that.  He'd only had three more weeks anyway, but still...

On the home front,

Get it?  Home front.  Uh, never mind...

I went to the bank yesterday and signed 5739 forms to get my mortgage started.  I still have to get a few papers together to take to them, one of which is the receipt proving that my taxes are up to date on the trailer.  I was looking for said receipt, and found every one from the year I bought this trailer, except for one.  Guess which one?  Right, the one I needed -- this year. 

No big deal.  I just ran up to the tax collector's office and they printed me out another one.  Now, I just need an insurance quote and the cancelled check from my earnest money, and I'll be good to go. 

I've got someone coming out tomorrow to look at the trailer.  Let's hope he decides to buy it.  What with them cutting out the overtime and all, I can't carry two notes.  It's a good sign that he already knows where it is.  He told me his mama lives on the same road -- at the other end, over the railroad tracks and past the cotton fields. 

Now, I reckon I ought to get to bed, so I can tidy up a bit before he gets here. 

Oh, did I mention they cut out all the overtime?  Yeah, it's going to be heaven sleeping in until 5:00! 

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Dear CoWorker

I'm not quite sure I understand why you want picture of a teddy in red lace, but who am I to judge your life choices? 

Here you go.

Thank you.

That is all.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

I Have A House!

The realtor sent me a text this afternoon.  The seller has accepted my offer!  I have a house!!!

Well, pending all the paperwork, red tape, and hoops I have to jump through, I have a house.   

Some of my Facebook friends and I are already planning my landscaping.  Probably after work tomorrow, I'm going to go into True Value (a hardware store), and get some paint cards, just to see what my options are. 

It's going to be slow going, because I have some other debts to pay off first, but I'll eventually make this house my home. 

You'll get to go through that journey with me. 

I'm so excited!!

Friday, July 24, 2015

Sadness And Happiness

I took Gabriel's little tank down last night before I went to bed.  Every time I walked into the kitchen, I caught myself looking into it to talk to him, like I used to do.

Why talk to a fish?  They can't answer back.

But Gabriel did.  He is the one who insisted upon being named Gabriel.  I was going to call him Fishy, or something equally as witty and clever.  Then when I found out Group Leader Fernando's middle name is Gabriel, and I wanted to change my fish's name, he insisted I not give up on my friend. 

"He's not a bad sort," my Gabriel told me.  "He's just a little lost."

And when I was getting stressed and overwhelmed from house hunting, and wishing I had someone to lean on, it was Gabriel who said, "You have me."

Only now I don't have him any more.  Just a big empty spot where his tank used to be.

The good news is, I found a house!  It's small, but it's in the right area.  Not too far from where I live now.  The sellers are only asking $69 for it, and my realtor says we can probably talk them down to around $65.  The best part is, I just got off the phone with the loan officer at the bank.  They are going to approve my mortgage, even before I sell my trailer house!  I can go ahead and make an offer on it.

Of course, I'm still going to sell my trailer.  I just think it'll be easier to sell with me already moved out of it.  By the way, the person who said she was going to come look at it never showed, so I'm just going to turn the whole thing over to my realtor.  She is coming out tomorrow afternoon to take pictures and have me sign the papers.

Now, the moment you've all been waiting on:  Pictures!!

This is the living room.  It seemed kind of small, but really, it's about the same size as my living room in this house.

It's bigger than this picture shows, but because I don't know how to work a phone, I had my camera set to take square photos. 

This is the kitchen.  Not too fond of the yellow, but painting is easy. I will eventually replace all the cabinets, too. 

The door leads to a very large laundry room.  I will probably have some cabinets or shelves put in there, too. 

This is the dining area.  It has a separate door, so I'm thinking it used to have a wall between it and the kitchen.  That black thing is a wood burning heater.  I'm more than likely going to make this into a little sitting area instead of a dining room.  I'll do all my eating at the bar in the kitchen. 

I can just see myself on cold winter nights spinning or knitting by the fire. 

The main bathroom. 

The master bedroom.  The strange thing about this is that the moment I walked in, I felt like I was back in my Mammaw's house.

I don't know exactly why, but I did.  I think that is what told me I was home.

The half bath in the master bedroom.

All I need is somewhere to pee in the middle of the night. 

This is one of the small bedrooms.  The other one looks just like it, but was being used for storage. 

I actually kind of like the sideways paneling.  It gives it that rustic, log cabin feel. 

I think the previous owners were remodeling it a little at a time.  This room had brand new carpet in it.  It still had that new carpet smell.  The laminate flooring in the living room was brand new, too. 

And this is what really sold me on the house.  This huge back yard.

It's twice as big as any of the other back yards I was looking at.  According to the disclosure, the property extends beyond that back fence.  I'm not sure how far it goes, though. 

The shop on the right comes with it.  I didn't look inside when I was there the first time, but from the outside, it looks pretty big. 

Behind the shop, it had chicken coops.  They still have chickens in them.  I wonder if they will throw them in, too? 

It's close to work, close to church, and far away from the donut shop.  When all the dust settles, the payments will actually be a little lower than what I'm paying for my trailer house. 

I'm really excited about this.  Y'all just pray that everything works out, okay? 

Thursday, July 23, 2015


 His little tank looks so forlorn and empty without him.

He was a good little fish.

I will miss him. 

Monday, July 20, 2015


Back in the day, my grandma used to knit and crochet.

When I was three, she had a stroke which left her partially paralyzed for the rest of her life.  She tried to keep up with her hand crafting, despite having lost the use of her right hand.  My grandpa made her a block to hold her knitting needles and crochet hooks.  She would hold the yarn in her left hand and manipulate it around the needles or hooks.

Eventually she gave up knitting and stuck with crochet.  I reckon it was easier to do one handed.

I knew I had some of the things she'd made for me around here somewhere.  Yesterday, while cleaning out a corner of my bedroom, I found the box they were in.  There were a lot of my baby things in there, but I only got these out to show you.  My grandma made both of them.

There is this little knit cardigan.  It's nice and soft and squishy. 

And this little crochet dress.

The best part of that is I actually have a picture of me wearing it. 

Finally, this.  I don't know what it is, as I didn't even take it out of the bag. 

It is a work in progress, and I imagine it was something Grandma was working on when she had her stroke. 

As I was sitting here admiring her work, I realized that I am now the age she was when she had her stroke.

Kinda puts a little different perspective on it. 

Friday, July 17, 2015

Baking My Brains

You know it's hot outside when you rejoice that tomorrow's forecasted high has dropped to 98'.  It's been so hot at work that I think my brains have baked.  I was looking down the aisle at this guy doing something.  I don't even know what he was doing, but I was thinking to myself, "I wonder who that is.  He looks a lot like Fernando."

Then I realized it was Fernando.

I think I'm losing my mind.  No comments from the peanut gallery. 

Tuesday, I had to run into town to get some milk and flea stuff for the dogs.  I noticed my Jimmy was running hot.  Indeed, I barely made it home.  I went over to see if James would follow me to the mechanic to drive me back home.  He said, "Let's go look at it first and see what you have going on."

The good news is, it wasn't a leak or a faulty water pump.  My radiator was clogged up.  We flushed it out really well, and put some cleaner stuff into it.  It's doing OK now, but we're going to put two or three cycles of that cleaner stuff through it.  The instructions say drive for three to six hours.  Since I never really go anywhere, that'll take me several days, just to run one cycle.   

I'm hoping and praying that I might have found a buyer for my house.  She went to her bank, and said they are supposed to let her know Monday if they're going to approve her loan.  That they didn't pre-approve her right away kind of concerns me, but I'm hoping for the best.  If this falls through, I think I'm just going to turn the whole mess over to my realtor.  I really would like to get this all over and done with, and I'm trying to take care of it while working a 9 - 10 hour day.  And yes, we're still working 6 days a week.

We went yesterday and looked at one more house.  The realtor just loves the house, but the minute I walked in, I got this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I take that as a pretty good sign that it isn't the house for me.  I think I've found the house I want, though, and am ready to make an offer.  Just as soon as I can find a buyer for mine, and get a letter of intent from his/her bank to start my own mortgage process, I'm going to make an offer on one.

Well, I want to go look at it one more time, and if it still feels like home to me, I'll know it's the one.  I'll keep you posted.

More big news, Wal-mart has stopped carrying my hair gel and leave in treatment, so now I get to order them from Amazon.   I'm already ordering my lactose intolerance suppliments and some vitamins, so might as well.  But hey, they offer free wi-fi in the store now.  Yippee.

The point of all that is to tell you that I am totally geeked out by these POP! figurines, so when I ordered, I tossed the Fourth Doctor into my shopping cart.

Look, he's even got a little sonic screwdriver in his hand.  

"They're screwdrivers.  What are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?"  Extra points if you can tell me who said that and in which episode.

These did not come from Amazon.

I was browsing one of my favorite Etsy shops --Treasure Cast-- and found a cloak pin and a broach that I absolutely loved.

Not being a broach wearer, nor having need of a cloak pin, I messaged the shop owner and asked him if there was any chance he could make it into a necklace.  He messaged me back and said that he already has that design in a necklace, and didn't realize he'd neglected to put it into his shop.

A few clicks later and voila!  I have the Celtic Dragon on the left.

The one on the left is a variation of a trinity knot that I've been admiring for some time.  I bought it to, in appreciation for the shop owner being so accommodating. 

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Twenty Years

Walter Lee Gunstream, Jr. 

October 23, 1926 - July 14, 1995

Someone who lost a parent recently asked me how long before it stops hurting. 

I said, "Longer than 20 years." 

Monday, July 13, 2015

Music Monday

I haven't done one of these in a while, but I just had to do a Music Monday today, because I have not one, but two, yes two new favorite songs.  And here they are:

First up, King Of My Soul, by Matt Redman

Next, Flawless, by Mercy Me:

I'm still working on my spinning, and am starting to accumulate quite a bit of this practice yarn.  Yesterday, I decided I was going to do something with it.  But what? 

Hmmm, here's an idea!  Knit a gigantic scarf and felt it!  Yeah! 

I'm not going to completely felt it, just full it a bit.  I don't want it to be thick and stiff, but I do want it pretty fuzzy. 

Fuzzy enough to hide the inconsistencies, at least.

Friday, July 10, 2015

I Have A Baby!!

Back a week or so ago, someone on Facebook posted a video of Barney Fife reciting the Preamble to the Constitution.

I shared the video, with the comment that if Barney had had Schoolhouse Rock, he'd know that Preamble.  He wouldn't be able to recite it without bursting into song, but by golly he'd know it.

That got me thinking about Schoolhouse Rock, and how much I'd enjoyed it as a kid.  When Cody was little, I bought the complete set on VHS.  Now that my VCR has bit the dust, and I don't really want to spend the money to buy a new one right now, I can't watch them.  But surely they're available on DVD by now.

Off to Amazon I went.  Sure enough, it didn't take long at all to find what I was looking for. 

But look at what else found its way into my basket:

I love these Funko POP! Figurines.  I've seen them around, but these are the first ones I've actually bought.  So, naturally, the first one I buy is an adipose baby.

Isn't he cute!  I would be happy to donate some of my fat to foster an adipose baby for some lonely adipose couple.  If only it worked that way.

Smaug was a lot bigger than I thought he'd be.  I thought he'd be small like the adipose baby, but he's nearly twice as big. 

I love him, though.  He's even got the missing scale. 

Is it weird that I want to smooch his little nose?  Yes?  OK, then...

No Smaug Smooching allowed.

Speaking of weird, a couple of nights ago, I dreamed that I went to work with no pants on.  I was working away, with no pants, and no one seemed to notice.  I kept thinking I needed to go get some pants on, but I was so busy, I didn't have time to take a break.  Finally, one of my co-workers came and told me that Dr. Wilson (I have no idea) had called and told me that I was expelled from work.  I gathered up my stuff and left.  As I was getting into my Jimmy to come home, Supervisor Ronnie came running out after me.  He said, "Don't worry, I'll fix it.  I'll just tell them you didn't have enough money for pants." 

Don't ask.  I don't even know. 

Thursday, July 09, 2015

A Whole Week Of Mayhem

That's what it has felt like, at least.  I won't go into the gory details.  Suffice it to say, work has been rough.  The only redeeming factor of this week is that it is Shark Week.

Yay, sharks!

I've always had a thing for sharks (and wolves and grizzly bears).  Because it's Shark Week, I dug out my old shark tooth necklace and have been wearing it.

We'd gone to the South Texas State Fair -- more commonly known as the Beaumont Fair -- and there was a table in one of the buildings that had these necklaces, and other similar items.  We looked a bit, then walked on.   After a minute, I looked back and noticed that my mother was still looking at that table.  I didn't think anything about it, until two months later, when I received this for my birthday.

I was wearing it at school one day, and I got into an argument with some of my classmates that the tooth wasn't very sharp.  It is pretty sharp, but is even more damaging when you put the shark's 1800 -2000 pounds per square inch of bite force behind it.  Yeah, it'll mess you up real quick.

Despite the mayhem and sharks, there has been knitting going on.  I finished this infant/toddler sized charity hat. 

I finally cast on something with that gigantic ball of yarn Beverly gave me a couple of months ago.  I'd thought I would warp the loom with it, and I still will, but I really wanted to knit something.  I found this pattern:  Celtic Lace

I didn't realize how annoying that gold thread would be, but I'm going to stick with it.  I think the result will be worth it.  The original pattern calls for worsted weight yarn, but it's working with this fingering weight.  It's making a light, airy scarf.  I think I'll like it.

I haven't had much chance to spin, but I am still plugging away at it.  I'm getting more consistent, but it's still not perfect. 

Finally, since I tried to push him in front of a forklift yesterday, I suppose I ought to share a coke with him today:

He he he...


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