Apr 3
Today starrted foggy – both the sky and my brain. 
But, it’s going to be 80 today and Texas set up my area on the deck this morning so i can sit in the shade and watch him clean up the mess from the fire.
Sorry for the one handed and drugged typing
I’m following the advice of people WAY smarter then myself and the arm is not so owie today.
Happy Sat y’all
Mar 26
For many reasons:
01. heading to Arkansas by way of back woods, middle of nowhere TX. If I start hearing dueling banjos? I’m so outta there.
02. An FO!
Details here, since I’m getting ready to bug outta the Harbor.
03. Upcoming arm surgery on the 1st. Yes, the floppy again. There are things going on in the elbow that should not be going on. Yes, 3 surgeries all rolled into one day. You remember my wonderful attitudes from the last two right? (at least Texas will be there and home for at least one week of recovery)
04. Texas and me together for the weekend in a hotel in AR. muwahahahahahahahahahahahah
05. Skinny Porkchop left unsupervised in the Harbor for the weekend. O.o
So, be afraid my little darlings, be very afraid.
Catch ya on the flip side!
Jan 8
Clean hand knit socks waiting to dry. Now that’s what I’m talking about. I used the last of the hand knits while I was in the hospital, so it was a long time coming. I seriously need to make more socks.
No, they’re not being tossed in the dryer. I use the rack for the special ones and hang the rest or steal the heating vents from the dog and cat.
Speaking of socks… I finished a pair. It was so cold and my arm was hurting so much that I dug out the IF machine and slapped it on yesterday. I could knit! I need to remember that. Now if I could use it while using a computer.
And speaking of cold… can y’all take it back? Please?
Besides the weird OCD cleaning thing I’ve developed in my old age, that right there is why I have to clean so often. Katie swiped a bag from the trash and Daisy has decided that it is her mission in this world to destroy any toy that looks like a squirrel. O.o
The froggy? She loves the froggy.
I’ve been considering finding her a home since she is still young and some days I just don’t have the energy to give her what she really needs. But then she pulls out these wonderful, well behaved days. There is a kid in the neighborhood that is always looking for odd jobs. He’s a good kid and two neighbors have vouched for him and I’m thinking of hiring him to walk her on days I can’t or it’s just too effin’ cold. She does love her walks and I enjoy doing them with her and it burns off all of that puppy energy.
On the other hand, there’s a rescue group that takes dogs just like her and train them to be explosive and search and rescue dogs. I’m still contemplating having them come over to evaluate her because she’s a smart dog and I know she’d have a ball with the training.
Anyway… enough rambling.
Happy Friday y’all!
May 30
them *bleepbleepers* don’t know how to act.
Yes, I have that song stuck in my head now. I’ll start with the nice stuff so you can just jump over the cranky shit that’s coming up.
Saturday sky from the day I spent on the lake. Yes Carrie… that island looking thing is where Fat Dog’s is.
Despite Nora’s attempts to entice me with this cake recipe or the decadent chocolate cake she sent, I need a different recipe. I recently came into possession of an angel food cake pan. I’ve never made one before and I’m looking fro a tried and tested recipe from one of y’all.
Yes, I know there’s a big internet out there, but I’d like something you enjoyed.
Love is… a new .380. SWEET!
Now onto the things that are irritating me today. I was aiming for 10, but ended up with almost 30.
*ahem*
I’ll condense.
01. The fridge. Anything put anywhere near the freezer side of it freezes. Great for booze storage, not so much for food. I just lost some fresh green leaf lettuce to it. Plus, the ice maker doesn’t work so it’s just wasting space.
02. Mosquitoes, black carpenter ants and wasps
03. I want a washer and dryer. I’m tired of lugging everything to the freakin’ laundromat.
04. The DVD player that started eating discs. You have to unplug it and plug it back in for it to spit the disc out. No easy task because of where the plug is. I’d get a new one, but Texas has so many wires going everywhere for all of his electronic stuff, I wouldn’t know where to begin hooking it up.
05. The fact that I didn’t buy a bigger french press and that I probably should knit a cozy for the one I have. The hot pads and towels wrapped around it kind of suck.
06. That I let someone bring out the pettiness and anger in me. But I can’t tell them to piss off. And that I can’t just be me because I feel like I’m walking in a minefield blindfolded with them.
07. I want to take some trees down today – because destruction makes it all better – and I can’t because Texas doesn’t want me doing it alone.
Yeah, part of me feels like doing it anyway. I mean really. What’s he going to do about it? Spank me?
08. I want a cigarette so bad that I could kill someone.
09. We don’t have a grill. I want to grill. I want to taste meat that has been kissed by fire. And it’s frustrating because we can’t agree on one. What he can afford and what I can afford are two vastly different things. And I’m fiercely independent and I don’t want him just paying for it all.
10. The floppy… I can seriously condense this one. I can’t open the heavy sliding door with it, I can’t take the boat out today, I can’t mow, I can’t knit for long, I can’t dig a garden. I can’t … I can’t … I can’t. I’m so freakin’ tired of can’t. ARGH!
11. That there is no working light at the dock. I’d love to go down and fish when I can’t sleep, but a.) it’s a little bit of a rough terrain and b.) one word: snakes.
See… I did it!
I’ll try for some love tomorrow.
Maybe.
Happy Saturday, bitches?
ETA: Go see Joan by 3 p.m. today (Saturday), leave a comment and she’ll donate $3 to help support relief organizations in Africa. GO! NOW!
May 7
Holy shit! I was only gone about 48 hours and y’all blew up my e-mail and google reader.
Slow down, stop living life when I can’t keep up!
I prepared for a 5 hour, overnight layover … I brought knitting, reading, my gameboy, cross stitch and my drop spindle.
My bag overfloweth.
And TSA let me through. I think they saw a woman on the edge.
Of course I made it back to LAX in enough time to catch an earlier flight that got me back to Dallas last night.
If I would have physically done the happy dance I was doing in my brain, they would have called the little men in white coats.
I think I haz finally found my brain.
Or it could be the really strong french press coffee I’m drinking.
O.o
So is everyone waiting on the edge of their seats for the floppy paw update? Didn’t think so.
01. As far as work:
02. Future medical coverage for:
03. Retraining in a job that doesn’t have repetitive motions.
Angie’s first question was “How about knitting?” and then “TYPING!!”
Like there’s been much knitting going on since I met Texas anyway. Pffft.
I’ll be able to keep on track with my one FO every year.
Honestly, everything has been harder since the last surgery, so I’ll do what I can, when I can.
AND YOU’LL LIKE IT!
*ahem* Sorry.
The other stuff? It all comes down to the situation. If I’m doing typing or mousing at home, I can stop and walk away. I know my limits. I know how much I can do before it will start to hurt or swell up. You can’t exactly say “hey boss, I can’t get that report done because I can’t type anymore today.” He did recommend voice recognition software, but where I was working, that’s not possible.
We had a good talk about the lifting thing too. I push limits a little. (stop laughing back there) Ok, fine, I push them hard. I don’t want to have these issues with my arm. He said with repetitive lifting of low weights, I could cause fractures because of where the original break and hardware had to be placed. He also said that could happen with trying to lift something really heavy.
The nerve hypersensitivity. After this long? He was sorry to say that it wasn’t likely to get better. Eh. Well. Suck it up buttercup… right?
Anyone know a job I can train for that doesn’t involve repetitive motion?
Besides a W*lm*rt greeter that is?
Nooooo…. no snarkiness here. That wasn’t snarky and cranky. Really.
FYI, I wrote this to keep friends updated and so I have a place I can go back to remember what exactly the doctor said. I don’t want a pity party… I throw enough of my own.
Now it’s for the attornies and insurance companies and doctors to hash out.
Happy Thursday y’all!
May 5
Yeah.
It’s one of those days.
I’m getting ready to fly to L.A. again.
Too much to do, and not enough time.
And a sucky flight combo.
I’ll catch y’all when I get back.
xoxo
Subtitle: The Heavens Opened and Angels Sang
Texas and I celebrated our birthdays a little early, since he’s going to be on the road for both of them. I wanted him to get a chance to play with his new gun and he… well he got me this:
DUDE!
Seriously?!?!
I used to have one, what seems like a lifetime ago and have coveted one since. But there was always something more important to buy or pay.
I’m deciding what to make first… the sweetest little meringue cookies you’d ever want or bread or maybe that red velvet cake he wants.
It’s going to be so nice to make bread again. I haven’t made as much since the second surgery since, well… since the arm just doesn’t work as well as it did before.
And yeah, I realize it’s pink. But it’s a cute pink.
SHUT UP!
So, since we’re both able to be here for this, here is this week’s UM’s.
Mar 15
* and apparently not a good blogger since I don’t have relevant titles to my posts. (see #6) Whatever! If I wanted attention, I’d do another contest thingy.
Well, now that she has finally chosen her name, may I present Maggie May. Overexposed, but sitting in her favorite “momma’s interneting” spot.
Momma was a Maine Coon and daddy was a one night stand.
Her feet are really HUGE! She’s 5 months old, knows how to use the box and the scratching post, attempted to help me write this post and gets along with Katie.
Apparently, she is also going to be a knitting watchdog… or is on the side of the yarn while it mocks me. I’ll figure it out soon enough.
Doesn’t every love shack need a kitty? I mean REALLY!
Ye ole’ floppy.
Well, six more weeks, this time with no PT. I need to work as hard as I can, without injuring myself and he said next time I’m P&S. One more trip to L.A. I’m thinking I might fly through SLC again and stay overnight there. It was beautiful flying in and what little I saw. Although 22? 22 degrees? I froze just thinking about it. Is it warmer at the end of April?
Please say it is!
I’m making French Onion Soup right now… yes, as I type. The onions are browning. It smells delish!
I was going to do it yesterday, so the flavors had a chance to mingle and mellow, but I missed most of the day.
That’s right kidlettes… I slept. All.Day.Long. Well, except for about 2 hours in the morning and about 2 hours around 10 p.m. when the insistant ringing of the phone woke me.
Something about people being worried because they couldn’t get a hold of me.
I did say I was going to nap.
I think every once in a while all of the not sleeping catches up. Plus I did have my marathon L.A. trip this week.
Look! Sleepy kitteh to distract you from lack of real content and knitting!
I did get to knit a few rounds on the plane and I’m about ready to finish up the first of the shrimpy cookie cutter socks.
Hey! Look! Only a week late with these UM’s! This week’s came out today.
Blame Texas.
Happy Sunday y’all!
