Why the hell am I still awake? I've been so stinking exhausted all week. I don't know if it's all of the driving to and from work or what. I feel like I'm gone all day, I get home and I want to pass out. I think I fell asleep at 7 last night.
Tomorrow is my sister's baby shower -- I'm hoping she loves the baby blanket. Dang it! I still need to post pics. They are on my camera but I haven't uploaded them yet. After the baby shower I'm off to the knitting retreat. I hope it's a good weekend. I get anxious around a lot of people and people I don't know, but knitting is relaxing, so it should all be good. I think the project will make a nice gift for my mom.
Speaking of gifts, I've got tons of knitting to do for Christmas! Holy crap! Better get my ass in gear!
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
stress
Can life be anymore stressful?
I took Seth (my ferret) to the vet today because I noticed he is losing hair and he has lots of little scabs on his back from scratching/biting. He also has been drinking a lot and urinating a lot over the last several months as well as straining to urinate. I thought he probably has an adrenal tumor; most ferrets get them. He's 8 years old, so I'm not planning on putting him through anything if that's the case. Come on, he's elderly. But at the same time I'm thinking maybe they're little bites from mites or something. So I get to the vet and have to wait a LONG time. When I do see the vet she says he probably does have ear mites (again) but his other symptoms - including the hair loss and scratching - are consistent with adrenal gland tumors. She did an exam and felt a pretty good size growth in the left side of his abdomen. More than likely that is what's going on but the only way to confirm it is to do an ultrasound. i can't afford $130 for an ultrasound, to confirm a tumor that I'm not going to treat, on my 8-year old ferret. If we confirm the tumor, the only effective treatment is surgery, which I am not going to do. The average life span for ferrets is 9-10 years. So we gave him some medicine to treat mites and will see how he does with that. He's happy right now. I will let him live his life and if he becomes unhappy, I will go from there.
I am explaining this to my husband who freaks out and says "we are not going to do surgery on a 6 year old ferret!" I said "He's 8 and I said we aren't going to do surgery." He doesn't listen to me. I'm sick of him not listening to me. Fuck! He's so pissy and irritable. I just can't stand to be around him anymore. He says we're broke. Why? Well, maybe it has to do with how much money we spend on gas. I have to fill up about every 4 days. It's fucking ridiculous. He's also convinced we won't sell our house. I love his positive attitude. We just reduced the price of our house again. We need to sell it. I can't handle my husband being so miserable.
Some days I regret taking this job. I love my new job but the commute fucking sucks. Paying 4 fucking dollars a gallon for gas is unfuckingbelievable. I get about 30 miles to the gallon. It's 38 miles each way when I go to work. tom drives a Ford Ranger. He fills up about every 5 days; I'm not sure how much he pays. I put about $45 -$50 in my gas tank every 4 days. If I hadn't taken this job we wouldn't be going through this right now. we wouldn't be trying to sell our house.
I finished my Big Bad Baby Blanket and I'm working on my afghan square for the swap. Soon I'll need to start on Christmas presents!
I took Seth (my ferret) to the vet today because I noticed he is losing hair and he has lots of little scabs on his back from scratching/biting. He also has been drinking a lot and urinating a lot over the last several months as well as straining to urinate. I thought he probably has an adrenal tumor; most ferrets get them. He's 8 years old, so I'm not planning on putting him through anything if that's the case. Come on, he's elderly. But at the same time I'm thinking maybe they're little bites from mites or something. So I get to the vet and have to wait a LONG time. When I do see the vet she says he probably does have ear mites (again) but his other symptoms - including the hair loss and scratching - are consistent with adrenal gland tumors. She did an exam and felt a pretty good size growth in the left side of his abdomen. More than likely that is what's going on but the only way to confirm it is to do an ultrasound. i can't afford $130 for an ultrasound, to confirm a tumor that I'm not going to treat, on my 8-year old ferret. If we confirm the tumor, the only effective treatment is surgery, which I am not going to do. The average life span for ferrets is 9-10 years. So we gave him some medicine to treat mites and will see how he does with that. He's happy right now. I will let him live his life and if he becomes unhappy, I will go from there.
I am explaining this to my husband who freaks out and says "we are not going to do surgery on a 6 year old ferret!" I said "He's 8 and I said we aren't going to do surgery." He doesn't listen to me. I'm sick of him not listening to me. Fuck! He's so pissy and irritable. I just can't stand to be around him anymore. He says we're broke. Why? Well, maybe it has to do with how much money we spend on gas. I have to fill up about every 4 days. It's fucking ridiculous. He's also convinced we won't sell our house. I love his positive attitude. We just reduced the price of our house again. We need to sell it. I can't handle my husband being so miserable.
Some days I regret taking this job. I love my new job but the commute fucking sucks. Paying 4 fucking dollars a gallon for gas is unfuckingbelievable. I get about 30 miles to the gallon. It's 38 miles each way when I go to work. tom drives a Ford Ranger. He fills up about every 5 days; I'm not sure how much he pays. I put about $45 -$50 in my gas tank every 4 days. If I hadn't taken this job we wouldn't be going through this right now. we wouldn't be trying to sell our house.
I finished my Big Bad Baby Blanket and I'm working on my afghan square for the swap. Soon I'll need to start on Christmas presents!
Saturday, July 5, 2008
good vs. evil
pet peeves:
1) when people park on the line of the parking spot so that I have to squeeze in (especially when I have no option because the parking lot is full)
2) when my husband says "don't worry about it"
3) when people litter and/or leave their trash for other people to clean up
4) when my husband says "don't worry about it"
5) when people stand in the middle of the parking lot like morons with their heads up their asses while cars are trying to get by
6) when my husband says "don't worry about it"
7) when all of this happens at the same place in a half-hour period of time
How can some people really not care about what other people are doing? Or maybe the question is: why do I care so much? Just watching this moron out the window holding a child, standing in the middle of the parking lot while a car is trying to drive through just made me want to scream. Are people that ignorant? Apparently. But it doesn't bother my husband. And that bothers me too!
Yesterday my sister and my niece came over and we walked to the 4th of July parade. It was fun, except for the trashy mom who let her 5 kids steal candy from my niece. She 4 and petite. She's very easy-going. My sister is 8 months pregnant, so I was trying to help Isabel catch candy. I shit you not, I would bend over to pick up a piece of candy, and one of these little brats would run over and swipe it when my hand was not one inch away from it. Many times! And candy would get thrown in our direction and they'd come running from the 100 foot wide area they had taken over to the little spot we were sitting in and grab up all they could. It was pissing me off, and their mom was encouraging it! By the time the parade was over, they each had a Wal-Mart (for real) bag full of candy. Izzy did get her fair share, but they were extremely rude.
We then went to the car show at the park. Izzy got a balloon animal; an orange dog. Her favorite animal in her favorite color. After that we went to the library park where they had blow up bouncy things and a big blow up slide. Our day lasted until about 2 and then we were all beat. It was a great day. I love spending time with my sister; it's great! I wish we could spend more time together, but we live 20 miles apart (I know, it's not that much) and she's 8 months pregnant and has a husband and a 4 year old daughter. They have stuff to do. I used to have people around on the weekends, but not anymore. I'm making the baby blanket for her. I'm almost to the halfway point. I'm going to have plenty of yarn left over. I think I'll make some matching booties or socks or something.
This is her Big Bad Baby Blanket from Stitch n Bitch Nation
I wanted to buy some yarn bras for my balls of yarn. I bought a couple assorted packs at Hobby Lobby. I also found this tutorial online. I ran to Wal-Mart this morning and when I was grabbing some razors I happened to see a 2-pack of these shower puffs for 97 cents. So I made one yarn bra/yarn sleeve to try it out. It's not extremely snug. It would definitely work for another ball of yarn I have that is already wrapped.
I'm going to be in my first swap. It's an afghan square swap. I've found a pattern that I think will be perfect for my first swap partner. I just need to alter it to the correct size. I'm so excited about this! Then I was on Ravelry and I saw some other afghan squares that were so cool. I found the book they were in and I ordered it from Amazon. I'll make one from it and depending on what I think of it, the rest of my sqaures might be from that pattern. Even though it's one pattern, the yarn you use can make them look quite different.
OK, I should be knitting.
1) when people park on the line of the parking spot so that I have to squeeze in (especially when I have no option because the parking lot is full)
2) when my husband says "don't worry about it"
3) when people litter and/or leave their trash for other people to clean up
4) when my husband says "don't worry about it"
5) when people stand in the middle of the parking lot like morons with their heads up their asses while cars are trying to get by
6) when my husband says "don't worry about it"
7) when all of this happens at the same place in a half-hour period of time
How can some people really not care about what other people are doing? Or maybe the question is: why do I care so much? Just watching this moron out the window holding a child, standing in the middle of the parking lot while a car is trying to drive through just made me want to scream. Are people that ignorant? Apparently. But it doesn't bother my husband. And that bothers me too!
Yesterday my sister and my niece came over and we walked to the 4th of July parade. It was fun, except for the trashy mom who let her 5 kids steal candy from my niece. She 4 and petite. She's very easy-going. My sister is 8 months pregnant, so I was trying to help Isabel catch candy. I shit you not, I would bend over to pick up a piece of candy, and one of these little brats would run over and swipe it when my hand was not one inch away from it. Many times! And candy would get thrown in our direction and they'd come running from the 100 foot wide area they had taken over to the little spot we were sitting in and grab up all they could. It was pissing me off, and their mom was encouraging it! By the time the parade was over, they each had a Wal-Mart (for real) bag full of candy. Izzy did get her fair share, but they were extremely rude.
We then went to the car show at the park. Izzy got a balloon animal; an orange dog. Her favorite animal in her favorite color. After that we went to the library park where they had blow up bouncy things and a big blow up slide. Our day lasted until about 2 and then we were all beat. It was a great day. I love spending time with my sister; it's great! I wish we could spend more time together, but we live 20 miles apart (I know, it's not that much) and she's 8 months pregnant and has a husband and a 4 year old daughter. They have stuff to do. I used to have people around on the weekends, but not anymore. I'm making the baby blanket for her. I'm almost to the halfway point. I'm going to have plenty of yarn left over. I think I'll make some matching booties or socks or something.
This is her Big Bad Baby Blanket from Stitch n Bitch Nation
I wanted to buy some yarn bras for my balls of yarn. I bought a couple assorted packs at Hobby Lobby. I also found this tutorial online. I ran to Wal-Mart this morning and when I was grabbing some razors I happened to see a 2-pack of these shower puffs for 97 cents. So I made one yarn bra/yarn sleeve to try it out. It's not extremely snug. It would definitely work for another ball of yarn I have that is already wrapped.
I'm going to be in my first swap. It's an afghan square swap. I've found a pattern that I think will be perfect for my first swap partner. I just need to alter it to the correct size. I'm so excited about this! Then I was on Ravelry and I saw some other afghan squares that were so cool. I found the book they were in and I ordered it from Amazon. I'll make one from it and depending on what I think of it, the rest of my sqaures might be from that pattern. Even though it's one pattern, the yarn you use can make them look quite different.
OK, I should be knitting.
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