Binky “When we are done here, you will die.  As will this hat.  Oh, and you know those curtains I’ve been so good about not snagging?  Kiss em’ goodbye.  Vomit.  Dark hallway.  5am.  Count on it.”

Doogie “Uhm, I get a really big biscuit for this right?”

3 FO’s.  Only 150 more to go.  Must make the yarn closet a yarn tote again. 

(yeah, I know, who am I kidding eh)

Thinking about signing up for this.

Because I really need another 3,000 sheets of projects that I will “someday” do. 

Come on, dont we all?

I have to work a few hours this evening then I am off work for four days.  Hooya.  Other than a little jaunt to GA I’ve no real plans.  I mean, there is always the plans I say I’m going to do but never quite get around to.  Painting the office.  Rescreening the deck before winter.  Trying to attach the railing back to the front stoop.  Winterize the cars.  Glue that thingy hanging from the garage door back to its proper place.   But I’m pretty sure I won’t have the time for all these chores since long daily naps have a higher spot on my to-do list.  I am a girl who has her priorities straight after all.

I have decided to make cowls for everyone this year for Christmas.  Its a fairly easy project that I can crochet so less wear/tear on my hands and people seem to dig them.  Add that to the list right after naps.   I’m feeling the need for a swap too.  Maybe an ornament swap again.  Maybe.

And what are you up to? 

 

Why would my new medication have a warning on the bottle that says to not lay down for 30 minutes after taking it?

Should I be doing jumping jacks (oh, bad mental image alert).  Driving heavy machinery?  Performing surgery?

What an odd warning.

And here is the frightiest (its a word) of allll the Halloween outfits.  My nephews new babies and their first Halloween. 

Could they be more adorable?

Kim, wipe the drool from your lip.  You know you want him.

But he’s mine. 

This one is yours.  You made your decision.  Very sorry. 

Had a mini breakdown today.  Just a tiny one that caught me off guard.  

 My first instinct was to call my Mother.  Which is silly as it was a memory of her (and the fact that she passed away about a month ago) that started the spiral into sobbing.   

I really need a vacation.  Time spent away from my thoughts.  Next week I’m taking a little trip to GA.   Its for (of all things) a final cast party for a soap opera I’ve watched for 30 years.  I’m excited about this trip but also a little hesitant.  This soap opera is one that my Mother also watched for many many years.  Her favorite character on the show ironically died of a heart attack on the same day that my Mothers heart failed her.   I imagine meeting this actor and sharing this tale, then I imagine myself morphing into the blubbering, slobbery mess I mentioned earlier. 

Would this be closure?  Would this be a step towards healing?  Or would this be two steps back on this rocky road of grieving?

I don’t know.  I have a feeling I’m going to find out though.

My prediction for the winner – Russell.  Cuz I heart him.

Just thought you would want to know that.

Tiny crush on the ‘Flipping Out” dude too.  He is a nutjob and would absolutely hate me for my large ass alone but he cracks me up.  

Also along the lines of stuff you didnt even know you wanted to know – I think my computer got a virus from Etsy over the weekend.  I clicked on one of the “recently listed” items, it popped open a new window with the item and then opened a gazillion more identical windows.  I had to do a manual shutdown on the tower and we were never able to start the computer up again.  Ended up buying a new system.  Just be careful…make sure your antivirus is up.  Your monitor wearing a medical facemask thing and stuff. 

 

And the winner of the category of “she who most needs a bath & haircut”…….

 

Doogie Schnauzer!

 

My hubby has an interview in Rock Falls IL.  There is this part of me excited by the prospect of moving away from Kansas City.  And when the reality hits that it might all actually go thru I have second thoughts.

A little nail chewing starts to happen.

I do think moving out of this area would be such a better thing for us.  I change of scenery, a new adventure.  But Rock Falls, population 10,000 is not quite what I had in mind. 

But a change is a change.  And maybe this is my chance to get my cozy little farmhouse with a barn, a long windy drive and a red mailbox down near the road. 

City schmitty.  Who needs it.

I dont need a yarn shop.  Or a TGIF’s.  Or a 24hr grocery store.  Or indoor plumbing. 

I kid on the last one.

I hope.

Anyway, trying to think positive.  Focus on the farm.  Not the flood plains, the blizzard’y winters nor the 100 mile drive to the doctor once a week.

Positive.

{squeezing brain, all negative thoughts being roughed up & tossed aside}