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}

Not feeling well today on many fronts.  Think I need a vacation away from my mind and body ailments.

Now, who wants to fund my trip to Hawaii?  

*yes, that is a big bag of yarn in the background

There is nothing that makes me feel more murderous than an automated phone system. 

“If you’d like to continue this call in English, say English.  We’re sorry, that response was not clear.  If you’d like to continue this call in English, say English”

Augh.

30 minutes of my life I’ll never get back just to get a bank transfer.  *&%#@

But I’m not bitter.

Working in customer service (on the phone at that) I realize that sometimes talking to a live person can be just as frustrating but at least there is someone there to hear your frustration.  I once had a doctor ask me if I was inbred.  (ohnohedidnt whothehelldoesthisweeniethinkheis killkillkill okcalmdown becool rememberheisaweenie breathe….)  Pissed me off (the error was totally his fault too, typical) and I put him in his place but… at least I was there to hear it. 

And Dr Peterson knows what line to not cross with me now.

Its that time of year again.  Where the best cereal comes out of hiding for a few short weeks. 

Frankenberry, Count Chocula and Booberry all sit atop my fridge.  Yes, yes I am twelve years old.  Shut up.

Trivia….what is the Halloween cereal by General Mills that used to make this trio a foursome until it was discontinued?  Early 90’s. 

You wont win anything with a correct answer.  Well, you know, except my utmost respect and stuff with your cereal knowledge. 

Seriously.  What happened to the season known as Fall? 

You know, those wonderful 2 months where you get to wear a jacket on crisp evenings & not worry about the humidity blowing your  hair up to four times its normal size.

  That period of time you have to pull the winter clothes out of the back of the closet and invest some serious thought into whether this is the year you buy those bitchin winter boots or save the $150.  

The checking for spiders in your winter coat that has not seen daylight in 8 months.  The lowering of all the storm windows, hanging of the heavy drapes and bidding fond farewell to the back screen porch & grill. 

Who took my favorite season and shoved this freezing, dark, dank (might be a word, might not, it fits either way), blech weather in my face.

No fair Mother Nature.  No fair. 

Does motivate me to whip out a few more of these baby hats though.  Nephew and niecelet’s must keep toasty ears!

So.

I’ve been away a bit.

Just didnt feel like blogging.  I dont know why exactly but I think it stems around a bit of a depression I’ve been in for some time now.   Funny thing about depression – the thing you probably need the most is contact and support but the thing you want none of is exactly that.

I’d post and think man, could I be more uninteresting or whiny?  And yes, yes I could for those of you who know me lol. 

The past couple of months have been busy yet not.  Stressed yet peaceful.  Hell on earth yet at times reflective in ways I’ve never experienced.  I think I’m friggin maturing.  Gross.  Maturity all over me. 

Not a lot has changed in my life I suppose.  I’m still working at the same job from hell but I still get to work from home so I try to keep the complaints to a minimum.  Sometimes.  Still living in KS although we are probably moving back to the east coast here in the near future.  

My  extended family has expanded by 2 1/2.  One being a stray kitten that we took in and has taken over our hearts.  The other being my nephew and his wife having twins just a few weeks ago.  I’ve been knitting hats, mittens and blankies like a crazy woman.  I’ve also been fighting off kittens at the same time.  I multi-task well.  If you have cats you know what I mean.

Here is a pic of my nephew Mike with the twins – Adria & Ian.

Not a great baby close up shot but to think of this little boy man who’s diaper I once changed now holding his own little babies, well it makes my eyes water.

I’ll have to get some pics of Rambo (yes, I did let George name the new kitten.  Learn this lesson from me people.) uploaded and share them with you here soon. 

I’ve made some new friends, lost a few.  Lost my Mother to a heart attack last month.  That one hurt.  Still grieving and I’m betting its something that you just never get over.  Many regrets there.  No word, no post, nothing big enough to even begin to explain the loss and the pain that followed.  Not to mention the drama  (sure-to-be-a-Lifetime-Movie) that happened (you’ll have to wait for that).  But I did realize that I have some amazing friends.  Friends who I had not seen in years made the trek to my small hometown to attend the funeral.   Through the tears - this made me smile.   And strangely enough brought me thru the depression that had overtaken me completely just before Mother’s passing.   A good friend, a hug, a phonecall from afar.  Its simple really.  Contact & support as I mentioned before.

And here I am.

Blogging again.  Boring the crap out of you.  As much as I like the fact that you are here – this is really more about me.  Maybe a release of sorts.  Maybe an attempt at the contact part, weak as it may be. 

Either way I plan to bore you with kitten/cats/dog photos.  Knit hats & mittens.   The Shaun Cassidy haircut situation.   Baby photos galore.   Cooking adventures.  Complaints,  whines & constant bitching and moaning.  And more.  

Try to not pee yourself in anticipation.