Way out in the Middle of Nowhere

Let's just list the crap pile that was my week. They are in no particular order of crapitude but some are worse than others. 1. I can't wear my wedding & engagement ring because I bashed my hand against something doing chores and bruised my finger. Every time I put the rings on I get a burning pain.  Great.   2. My Hubby got his hours cut, again. Now he's down to 30 and we're scrambling to cut budget and/or make up the loss in funds.  3. Which leads me selling plasma. I'm all-around healthy, so it's not all that difficult. I DID find the 4 hours spent there yesterday and the 30 mile round trip to home and back to get a marriage certificate to prove I changed my name to be almost too much to endure. And all that for 20 bucks.......... 4. I was sitting down in the garage on a bale of straw cleaning the fog off my glasses when my left  lens fell off into a pile of straw.   Think of it as trying to find a needle in a haystack, blind.   We h...

I went in search of some undyed roving in my stash today.  That led to me finding oh, about 6 projects that are unfinished in various totes and bags in my 'she-cave'.   So I think this will be my sacrifice; to finish up these projects and get them off the needles.  Three of them are sweaters, which is my bane.  I cannot finish sweaters for anything.  This is going to be a challenge for me, so to do so during Lent should give me new perspective. 1. These mittens are 2/3 done.  That should be my first goal since it will give me a sense of accomplishment quickly.  The yarn is Malabrigo worsted; which I would love to buy a million yards and just sleep on it. It's so squishy! 2. The   Dockside Cardigan   is a funky knit sweater that starts on the outside and moves to the inside.  That's why it looks like a jumble of crap right now.  I'm on the back and from what I remember, the issue was that the textured pattern was giving me fi...

It's been a while since I've talked of the animals.  Oh they're still here, but well, things are pretty much on hold with animals during the winter. Struggles with ice, water, feed and keeping them warm take a lot of time.  The outside faucet froze in the last big freeze, so I ended up schlepping 10+ gallons of water from the house to the front of the garage every morning. Yeah, that adds another 1/2 an hour to chores.   I had 6 geese and 4 ducks who were also ticked about not getting a daily bath.  Hey, they're waterfowl, can you blame them? But the water would freeze in their pools, which required 10+ gallons just to fill. It got so there was no way to keep up. So I bought one of these: A shallow rubber pail meant to feed horses hay. It only stands about 1' high and it's called a Tubtrug. 3 gallons of water and boom, bath!  Of course, a full-sized goose has issues with being totally in the tub, but they get clean and everyone's happy. Ever since ...

I guess that's the jist: If someone knows me they like to treat me like shit for some reason. Odd, right? So..........last night I was leaving school.  It was windy and the school for some reason has a phobia about putting down salt on sidewalks. Maybe they think the kids will rust or something.  I'm trying my best to find a spot that ain't slippery when I get to the front parking lot. I see this older lady (yes, older than me. It happens) struggling to stand up using the door of her car. "Ma'am, please be careful. It's very slippery here." I warn her.  But for some reason my brain will not just let that woman struggle to where ever she goes. Maybe it was my upbringing, maybe it was that cane I saw on the passenger side of her car.  She admits that she's only changing seats, but I refuse to let her fall even for that short walk.   I offer her my arm for support and we walk to the other side, exchanging pleasantries.  Nice lady. We took it slow a...

I'm on that quest to cleanse my soul, so here's another chunk of miasma for you: I've learned not to like people these days. And as each day progresses on, I dislike people more.  It's gotten to the point where I just don't want  to be around others. People have become nothing more than hateful, spiteful, narcissistic asshats. Hell, Even my In-Laws' refuse to behave for two fucking days. They have to make my Christmas *just that more horrible* because some person on TV told them to hate their own kid. Their own child! Someone they've known since birth!  Their ability to be swayed into thinking the worst of their Son simply because someone on TV told them so, shows how really moronic they are. That concept in itself shows me how shallow their real intelligence is.  It's superficial, meant to dupe others into giving them respect, but not an iota of respect is shown the other way.  And they are not the only one; millions do that every day.  Pe...

or AKA: I need two tickets to San Diego, please. Every year the Janesville Area Knitting Guild holds a Knit-In.  For the last 4 years, I've been their door-prize coordinator. I was every excited to learn they were going to move the even to Lake Lawn Lodge and get bigger stars in the Knitting world.  I saved up my $$ for a room and was ready to go. Then I got some news from my Son, who finally  made up his mind on the whole military ~~~~thing~~~~. He signed his paperwork two weeks ago and is going to enter the Marines.  Which was kinda a surprise from his Mom, considering the efforts to join the Air Force.  He's an enigma when it comes to expressing himself on issues like this.  I've learned more from his friends on what is going on than what he tells me. That's a photo of our son, who does not like his photo taken.  He's decided on going into the Intelligence field. So in a sense he'll be doing the same thing my Niece and Nephew do in the Air...

Hands-down the best commercial of the big game.  Transcript below: And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer. God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer. "I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it." So God made a farmer. God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a pers...