November 2006 Archives

...in more ways than I thought...

The blanket is finished. Pictures will follow.

A sock is almost finished and its partner will probably be finished just as soon. Pictures will not follow on account as the person they will belong to sometimes comes by the blog. (Hi, Lara!)

Many presents will be presented on time.

Can I get a woot?!

The Stitch tonight was most enlightening. I had had a talk with Todd about what I feel I should be doing with my life and discussed it through email with Freddi and really hashed it out with Lara...you know, it's a scary thing when you realize you're about to make a major change in the direction of your life even though it's the thing you've always wanted to do and feel you are meant to do.

Mysterious? Yeah, well, it's late, so I'll have to explain later.

Just know that much has been accomplished and I'm feeling pretty good about it.

Even though I come home every night and play baseball on Wii Sports because I need to hit something with a stick because I work with Raving Assholes.

A Nintendo Wii is a beautiful thing. Everyone should have one.

I should be able to hit Raving Assholes with sticks, but in lieu of that, we have a Wii.

You ever have one of those moments when you realize that you are a masochist? You think, "Surely, not me. I hate pain." But, then you starting adding up the list of things you'd like to make for friends and family for Christmas. Then, you look at the calendar. Then, you think, "Yeah, there's definitely some wires loose in the old noggin."

I have some lofty goals, ya'll. Lapghans, shawls, candleholders, and a pair of socks. For Christmas. That's in...um...oh, yeah, I forgot I shrieked at the sight of my calendar and threw it out the window. But, it's not far away.

So, the soon-to-be owner of the socks knows she'll probably get either the one finished sock or a picture of me crying amongst a pile of yarn with anote, "You really don't wish you were here."

The shawl will be finished before Christmas since it was a birthday present that should have been finished two weeks ago. My sister-in-law gets that, but that also means she's out of luck for a homemade gift for Christmas unless she wants a hat that looks like a coaster. (I have come to realize very early that I can't do hats. My attempts were sad and made my yarn cry.)

The lapghans. Praise the Q hook! Praise it! It can be done with the Almighty Q Hook!

Of course, what will really happen is I will start off doing well, and then the yarn will rebel against me, the hook will threaten me in the middle of the night, I'll end up playing video games, and everyone will get gift cards.

But, it's the thought that counts, right?

Not that I won't try.

The candleholders we'll have to see about. I have one on the table in the usual state of Unfinished that most things in my house are and can actually make others pretty quickly. It's getting myself to do it. Dealing with The Stupid at work has really worn down my reserves and I spend most of my free time drooling on the couch. Yes, I need to get over that. This I know, but still, it's really hard to be creative when your brain is in atrophy because you work in an egg crate with a co-worker who thinks I.T. is out to get her and the government checks her email. (I wish I was joking.)

I do hope to get those masks finished, too.

As I said, Lofty Goals. It warrants the capital letters.

Anyone else out there in a similar state? What's your Lofty Goal for Christmas?

Ladies and gentlemen, start your hair yanking...

Blogger just deleted my last post.

You know the one about liking pomegranates?

Gone.

Well, I still like pomegranates.

I'm not liking Blogger at the moment...

The shawl was not finished for my sister-in-law's birthday. Last week was a truly horrible week and my mantra that got me through each hellish day was "I want to go home and kill things." And, kill things I did. Many things died beneath my sword, axe, pole, spell, etc with much maniacal laughter following. The shawl is a little over halfway finished since I was good over the weekend and worked on it, but tonight, until her real birthday present can be given to her, I gave her a CD I made with music, games, and "Riki Tiki Tavi". (Truly a lovely film.) The shawl will hopefully be finished when she returns from down south.

NaNoWriMo just isn't going to happen. Unfortunately, for the second year in a row, I'm going to have to back out. I've just got too much going on. Okay, yeah, I could be writing instead of killing things, but trust me when I say my week was truly horrible...ya'll...seriously...I'd say it was mostly being short-handed at work and having to do most of the work by myself under an ungrateful boss, but it also including counciling a fellow coworker because I knew intimately why her daughter was freaking the hell and why she was freaking the hell out on finding out the cause of her daughter's trauma out while fighting back my own bad memories and helping my sister-in-law with some other issues, and...lots of stuff...

It was very draining. Very, very draining.

By the end of the day, there wasn't much brain function.

Final Fantasy XII owns me. Owns me I tell you. And, I don't mind.

It's preeeeeetty.

And, I get to kill things and not feel bad about it.

Except for the fluffy bunnies. I feel kind of bad for killing those.

Kind of.