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Omg.....I'm in love!

Seriously!   I am totally in love with this yarn....and I decided to go ahead with the contrasting toes and heels. I'm just about halfway to being ready to stay my heels...and here's a pic to show you the beauty of this yarn.

Ta-da!!!!!!

They're finished!!!!!!!!!!!

Now on to another pair.....pics to follow!

What the hell!?!?

So my dog has decided that there will be no ignoring her by knitting.....she has been stalking me thru the house.  Every time I sit down she wants up in my lap.  As you can see, I am now her body pillow.  If I try to push her off she gives me a long-suffering look and did her paws in....i guess the socks are pissing her off.  Though on a much more comfortable note I have started the ribbing.  Which means that once they are finished I can start the next pair using three paca-peds h-t I got at the DFW FiberFest on Friday.  The name of the colorway is "spring in my step"but to be honest the colors remind me of the sunrises in Aruba.  I can hardly wait to get started on them....although if Daisy has anything to day about it I won't be starting therm as soon as I'd like :(  It's actually unusual for her to do this, she tends to prefer my husband for this kind of attention, so since I'm not generally the recipient of her clinginess, I'm gonna enjoy it....and leave you with a picture!

There are days

When I seriously consider packing my bags and walking away....no discussion, no goodbye, not even a "go fuck yourself". But there are children to think of, and I just can't be that damn selfish.  So he'll get the one syllable answer treatment and if he doesn't like it that's just too damn bad.

The second heel is now finished and the cuffs are underway.  I wonder how long it'd actually taken me to get these done...or rather how long they've been on the needles...lol.

Ok off to bed...gotta full day of softball tomorrow and an early start to boot.

Socks....again

Well the first heel is finished and I'm getting ready to start the heel on the 2nd sock.  It's been so long since I worked on them it took me a while to remember which pattern I used.going to find some Zauberball at the fiber show tomorrow.  But if I don't it's not like there's a shortage of sock yarn in my house.

Right again

So the kids have been giving me fits here lately...arguing, talking back, not doing what they're told, etc.  And I told my friend Nita that I'd bet money that when hubby finally got tired of it, it'd be MY fault.  Sure enough...he had a spinout last night and I had to ensure over half an hour of "they take their lead from you" "there only doing what you've shown them" "if you'd clean the fucking house they'd probably pick their shit up". Oh, and my absolute favorite, "maybe if you spent more time with them and less time smoking, they'd take you seriously."  WTF, Chuck!?! All of this from the man who spends more time at work than at home, who takes everybody here for granted while standing up on his pedestal looking down on us mere mortals in disdain. He talks about how they take their lead from me....really!?!?! Last time I checked I want the one kicking off my shoes and leaving them where they landed for someone else to pick up. I'm not the one leaving snotty tissues laying where they land, or blowing my nose on dish towels then tossing them back onto the kitchen counter. I've also NEVER blown my noise on the bath towel then hung it back up for my spouse to use. Yeah....there taking my lead alright.
Oh, and to top it off, its my fault they ask for stuff. My fault they don't appreciate what they have and its my fault they disrespect me.  Couldn't possibly have anything to do with them hearing him call me names or telling them he doesn't give a fuck what I told them. Noooooooo...it's always MY fault. I'm always wrong and he's always right. If somethings wrong its my fault. If one off the kids doesn't listen its cuz they have MY genes. What-fucking-ever. I'm just waiting....he'll say it again...his favorite line..."if you're so fucking miserable then hit the bricks"and when he does I'm packing HIS shit and he can hit the bricks.   I'm so sick of his pointing fingers and laying blame while completely ignoring his own culpability in anything.

In the nice, quiet, happy side of my life I've gotten one strip of hexagons done and I'm getting ready to start strip two.  Em has a tourney this weekend and boy has a game on Sunday. His team has won two in a row so I'm hopeful for a good showing.  Unfortunately the spouse will be taking saturday off which means, I'm sure, that I will get to hear more about my shortcomings and deficiencies.  Goody. He'd shit a twinkie if I actually packed my shit and left. He thinks its easy, it was when they were babies....they aren't babies any more...sports, activities, friend, school and all the other stuff that makes them kids and he's got no fucking clue

Wow!

Well color me shocked! The boys came from behind and snatched themselves another win! Down 4 runs going into the bottom of the inning and I'll be damned if they didn't get 5 runs on 2 outs to win the game! It was a great comeback!

Now I'm off to do some crocheting and watch some more baseball.  Its been a great baseball day with all my favorite teams coming out victorious!

Post one in the win column

The boys win their first game today! I was very proud of how well they played today.  Good at bats and wonderful defense!  Just an all around great game. 

Nothing else much to report....I'm off to bed. Going tomorrows game is as well played as todays.

What a weekend

Five ballgames between two kids, plus a practice thrown in there...hubby's phone took a crap so he's taking the blackberry.  I don't know if he'll like it or not but to be honest I don't really care.

Been working on some crochet....started the granny stripe blanket...we'll see howe long it takes me to finish it.  Still need to finish the edging on the squares blanket sometime.  I've had a pretty short attention span lately.

Got a big day tomorrow...opening day for the league, games plus commissioner duties and still no uniforms for my team. Personally I don't care how damn good every look not getting them until the day of or first game is bullshit. Especially since they've had my order for 6 weeks.

Life as I know it

A tournament over the weekend, baseball practice on Sunday, scrimmage tonight, baseball practice Thursday, games for the boy Saturday, Sunday and Monday, practice for the girl on Sunday, plus laundry, housework, cleaning and grocery shopping thrown in there somewhere.  No wonder I'm so damn tired all the time....lol.

I absolutely refuse to accept the blame for a choice that my child makes...maybe I'm not the most motivated housekeeper in the world, but her lack of effort on the softball fieldis not my fault, and quite honestly, I am sick and fucking tired of being blamed for the things that she does that he doesn't like. I didn't stand out there in the outfield and tell her to watch that ball go by her without really trying to stop it...so don't lay it on me.

The current work

So, I guess the colors showed up ok. I now have all the squares joined and have started the dc edging. It won't be too big, but big enough to wrap up in, or to throw over my legs while I'm on the couch knitting or crocheting. I'll post another picture once it's finished.

Onto better news...Puppers seems to be recovering and is doing better every day. This is something I am amazingly thankful for as I'm not yet ready to let her out of my life...I don't think I will ever be, to tell the truth.

Bubba gets his splint off next Wednesday, and then he can finally play some baseball with his teammates...he's already looking forward to it. It's made even better by the latest news about him....read on

Wednesday afternoon hubby and I are talking and I get a phone call. Since it was a number I didn't recognize, I sent the call to voicemail, and we continued talking...only to be interrupted by hubby's phone buzzing from atop the microwave where it was plugged into the charger. I get up to look and the call came from the same number that had just tried calling me, so I indicated to hubby that he should wait, and called the number back. It was Bubba's school...the vice principal to be precise, telling me my son had just finished beating the tar out of another student at recess! I was flabberghasted. My son? My sweet, timid, kind, loving, avoids confrontation at all costs son? Are you sure? Yes, she was sure, could I please come to the school?

Long story shorter, the boys were going after a soccer ball and the other boy kicked Bubba, so Bubba dropped his head, threw out his arms and charged him, proceeding to hit and kick him. Teachers were running to break it up, kids were trying to break it up, but Bubba refused to stop, continuing to hit and kick this kid. We talked and were extremely confused until the conversation continued in the van when my son asked if he could have an ice cream for fighting to defend himself. I said no because he was only fighting because he misunderstoond the other boy's intent, especially since there haven't been any problems between you two, right? my son's matter of fact reply was...except at funscape. This boy he attacked for seemingly no reason, had just a few weeks earlier told Bubba that he was going to choke the shit out of him and kick his ass the next time he saw him at funscape...so my son, who doesn't really separate time the way most people do, thought that the boy was making good on his threat, and responded in a manner which he thought appropriate...he fought back. Now while this doesn't sound too impressive to some, the boy is about 4 inches taller than Bubba, and outweighs him by at least 40 pounds. Personally, I was proud of him for standing up for himself, even though I don't believe that the boy kicked him on purpose...Mimi doesn't agree, but she doesn't like the boy after having to rescue her brother from him at funscape.

All in all, this week has been interesting to say the least...thank God it's almost over cuz I don't think I could survive much more.

Things that irritate me

I have to admit that this list could go on for quite some time, get rather lengthy and probably piss more than a few people off...but it's late and I'm tired so I will be brief.............i hope.

I'm coaching my son's baseball team again this season.   Its actually something I rather enjoy, to be honest.  That being said I have become increasingly irritated with one boy's parents. This boy was on my team last season. Thirteen games and at last twice as many practices and the only time this boy was on time was when his older sister brought him to practice....ONCE! So when his parents registered him late I figured it was a sign of things to come.  Sure enough....he has been late to every practice and actually missed one altogether. My bitch is that this doesn't just affect their son but every other boy on the team. Just leave the house ten minutes earlier....seriously! I give up hours of my time to help these boys...am I asking too much to expect someone to be on time?

I hate this shit

Puppers still isn't doing well. I realize that some people would say "she's just a dog". But she's not "just" a dog.  She's my best friend...she's the one I talk to when I'm upset, when hubby and I have had a fight, when I'm sad or hurting she's always there wriggling her little nub of a tail reminding me that she loves me. She never gets mad at me, loves me no matter how much money I blow or how much laundry & housework I don't do. She never tells me I'm fat or lazy, she's always happy to see me even when I was the one to leave her at the vet all day. She's not just a dog.  She's eaten binkies, barbies, tylenol, advil, m&ms, peanut butter cups, yarn, and more.  She shreds toilet paper and plays with it, leaving the mess for me to find.  She's never judgmental, or too busy to give me her attention.  She loves to go outside on warm days and flop down in the grass before rolling on her back. 
She's not "just" a dog...she's puppasaurus...and she's MY dog and I love her.