Thursday, October 12, 2017

My youngest Son moved out of the house and WAY the heck down to Florida about a month ago. It's been weird. We are officially empty nesters now.  No kids around, and we've been just kinda chilling.
There's been some stuff being sent down to near Tampa, but other than that, he's supposedly doing well.
The last of the kids to leave the house, Alex

I've taken a job as a lab tech at a local company that does catalog sales of stuff like sausage and cheese. You probably have heard of them, Swiss Colony.  Well, I'm working in the Microbiology department.  Our team tests the food to make sure they are safe. There are times when I am elbow deep into samples of cheesecakes and cheese and stuff.

It's as close to medical lab tech as I'm going to get for now. The pay is less but the schedule is Monday through Friday so that's good. 40 hours a week for now until after the Christmas rush. Then it's layoff time. I'll deal with that when the time comes.

It's been an adjustment NOT studying. I've gone back to doing some family tree stuff, spinning yarn and knitting.  I've mostly been vegging during the nights and playing solitaire.  Ambition is just about nil and oddly enough, I'm ok with that. 
New Bosworth

I've busted my ass for over 4 years to get a degree and where did it get me? Petit fours. I'm glad for the job and the time to adjust to real life and real people again. But I had one interview for a Medical Lab Tech job where the interviewer asked some question about what would cause issues with a blood sample.

What she wanted was me to list all the possibilities including an IV. What I told her was that there were many things that would mess up a blood sample and I was not really aware of how much IV's were given to patients in the ER these days, since I haven't been in one in like.......evah.

Ok, so in the hell am I supposed to remember shit that has like TOTALLY no bearing on my current work whatsoever? I mean, if she really wanted me to be at my best on the knowledge of Medical Lab Tech, she should've interviewed my ass 4 months ago! Every stinking day they decide I'm not worthy to interview, more knowledge goes to the back of my brain in storage. Sorry, chickiepoo, but knowing the reasons why a hematocrit could be low has absolutely JACK to do with whether or not that sample of sausage could be reading a high pH.
My pirate Duck, Norbert. Everyone needs a pirate duck. 

Monday, September 11, 2017

Views from my Chair

So our youngest Son has left and returned from a vacation in Germany with friends. He's now making plans to move to Florida. Yeah, I know...Florida right now is kinda getting it's butt spanked. The plans are being extended a week.  But I got his old desk in the front room. It comes with a window that loos out to the south and to the side yard.  I like it. It's better than my old spot where I get to see directly into the bathroom...yay.

So I see the sun, and green grass, and until about 2 weeks ago, peaches on the peach tree. They're now happily in canning jars waiting for a cold winter day when a peach would sound tasty. My new laptop sets well on the desk that has a real drawer and everything!

But now onto the fun part: last weekend was WI sheep and Wool Festival and I got to go this year! I was worried that work would get in the way, but I finally decided to take the Lab Tech job in Monroe for Swiss Colony.  It's lab work, temporary and they claim that after training that it will be part-time which fulfills my need to continue looking for a Med Lab Tech job and still contribute cash to the family coffers while gaining needed Lab experience.

As usual, two barns are full of lovely things like yarn and fiber and more fiber and more yarn. I maintained a focus of fiber this year, as I'm allowing more time in my schedule TO spin.

I found a wonderful new spindle that is really well-balanced.  

(more later, gotta bathe a duck)

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Updates galore

So ah yeah. I totally forgot that I have a blog. After graduation, I got a new computer FOR graduation and was busy transferring stuff to the new laptop. I really like it.  I has battery power and weighs much less than my old one.

Work wise? WOW...I've already been through 2 jobs; neither one in my field however. I was a cashier for a month, then got an offer for a job that paid $5 an hour more. I took the job and after a week, realized I was not in shape enough, nor young enough to continue.  It was very physical work.  It's a shame though. The people I was working with were great.

I've finished a few knitting projects, started more. With some of this free time, I've been cataloging my yarn stash on Ravelry. It's a time-consuming work to do, but it will help me in the future.  A friend of mine who lives in Alaska is selling off her spinning equipment and focusing on quilting. I bought her Bosworth spindle off of her for a deal.  I really do like to spin on the Bosworths!

On the farm, we had a rocky spring with no new hatchings. Once I started with the work, we're now getting back on track.  Dobby, our duck hatched by a chicken hatched out a goose! We decided to raise that one to be more of a pet than livestock.  So that one is Hedwig and she's just a cutie.  Hewig is the one on the right front. Her adoptive Mama is Poppy Pomfrey and she just LOVES to take care of Hedwig.  Here she is in the back warning another girl away from her baby.

 Carrie took advantage of us not paying attention to her to hatch out 3 new goslings. Her mate is Aberforth, so we can't get 5' near them. Mom and Dad have enlisted the help of Sweet Pea and Elsa to help them with the rearing of the kids.

Dobby was undeterred by our efforts to get her to stop being broody and hatched out a baby duck about a week ago. She'll have another one in the next few days. 

Monday, May 22, 2017

And so, back to the real world!

Graduation was last Saturday. A rainy, dreary day here in Wisconsin, but a good day for a graduation inside. I did not invite the whole family. Hell, Alex had to work. I was there mostly in support of my fellow classmates.  This is their first go-round in the realm of post-High School graduation and I could not be more proud to stand up with these ladies and celebrate this achievement.

Now it's 'find a job' which in reality started about 2 months ago, but has stalled after the first 2 rejections. I was upset that I did not get into my first 2 selections, but not surprised.  With all the preparations for graduation, I left the rest of the applications on hold until now.  I'm glad I did. I can focus on polishing up that resume so it gleams. I can rehearse my good answers to the interview questions, assess what did not work the first 2 times and just go.

I've gotten some bad advice lately that has me re-evaluating what it means to be me. But after trying it their way, horribly failing and spinning myself into a corner, I did what I should've done in the beginning: reject the advice and kept on being me. So I'm back to me.  The ever inquisitive, blunt but funny me. I'll never be the Belle of the Ball, but I will certainly rock the bar next to the Ball!

Lot's of UFO's on the needles here to finish off as well. I'll get some photos up too.  One is an ode to my Tigger. I do miss my old orange kitty.  

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

They DO worm their way into your heart!

Twenty years ago, Alex and I had a cat nicknamed 'Pimp Daddy.' He was black and white and had a paralyzed tail.  Some incident happened while he was out rolling in the city and he got his tail paralyzed. About a year later, he ended up getting Feline Leukemia. I had him put down on a weekend where Alex was out with his cousins so I didn't have him witness the whole thing.  About a week later, a neighborhood kid named James came by with a little orange kitten.  See, Pimp Daddy rolled with James' cat named Miss Kitty and Miss Kitty had kittens.  He though I'd like a new Kitty.

About a year later, a stray cat from the neighborhood dropped off two kittens on my doorstep.  We kept one, gave one away.  Vicky was our girl. As you see, Tigger and Vicky were best buds.  They'd be together all the time, snuggled up with each other...they were inseparable.

Two years ago, Vicky was sent to the great beyond when she got oral cancer.  She was a good girl and Tigger was kind of bereft of his favorite pal. Sure, there's Tyler, but he ain't Vicky.

We've moved twice since then, and he's taken to inside living pretty well.  Over the last 4 years or so, his wanderings have become more and more limited.  He's not gone upstairs in about two years.  And over the last few months, he'd not even ventured into the bathroom.  His arthritis in his hips and legs had limited him to the living room and the front room.  He became incontinent, so we had puppy pads everywhere.  Conversations were started about when would be his last day.  What was the limit of his infirmities to the point where we put him down?

Night before last, he came out from his other favorite spot behind my recliner yowling as if he was in pain.  He stood before us and just started barfing.  From a look of his pet bed, this was not his first round today. We cleaned stuff up and I told Dave that if he did not look better by morning, that I'd make the appointment.  Morning came and every time he stood up, he'd yowl.  The pain had gotten to the point where he couldn't move.

So I had him put to sleep. RIP to my little bud, Tigger.  He's had a great run. In human lives, he was 92.  I carried him outside yesterday morning to sit on the grass and smell the smells one last time. We buried him out on the Berm near the old barn.

Saturday, February 25, 2017


I don't think I took a photo of it, because I wanted to make sure she got it before the end of semester last year, but I made a baby blanket for one of my classmates. It was made out of Red Heart bulky yarn in the colors of teal and brown.  The gender of the baby is still not completely known.  3 Skeins, knitted on size 13 needles made for a huge blankie. The good thing was that it kept me warm while I was knitting it.

OK, I found a photo of it in progress.

Lately, I've got some things on the needles, but nothing done.  This is my clinicals semester at school.  I've got one day of class, and 4 days of clinical studies.  That means each of the areas of study for the last 2 years gets an intensive focus in a work environment.  For me, it's been at school, but in another 2 weeks, I'll be starting my hematology rotation at a clinic in a nearby town.

New bosses, new people, learning the hands-on stuff to my book learning. I've heard rumors of it being brutal, another rumors of it being less than brutal and more supportive. I don't know what to expect but I guess I'll find out.

Phlebotomy is one of my most stressful classes.  Taking blood from a patient is and has given me lots of anxiety. I don't want to hurt anyone nor make them have to be re-stuck for the needed blood.

But right now, I'm in my Microbiology rotation.  Samples of blood, urine, sputum, feces...yep, feces..........all get sent to the lab to see if they indicate an infection. It would be my responsibility to run the right tests and identify what is causing the problem.

I did score an 8 ounce braid of roving from Brown Sheep. aquamarine is so pretty!
I also am checking out a yarn of the month club from Darn Good Yarn 
With all that I'm doing lately, I've got little time to feed my need to shop for yarn.  

And with my new work, my attire has devolved from 'normal' clothing to scrubs. Scrubs and only scrubs.  It took me time to find a brand that was comfortable. I finally settled for Scrub Star from Wal-Mart. Their rayon stretch brand is comfortable and when I bend over, I don't get a wedgie. I'm very thankful for that! 

Sunday, January 1, 2017

January 1, 2017

New Year, New ME!

Bwahahahahahahahahaha! Just kidding.  Same old me, same old knitting, spinning, poultry-raising me. I don't need to redefine myself every year. It's just not going to happen.
Brenda in a Lab Coat watching the Autoclave frizz her hair.

I have goals for the next year: graduate school, get a job. pay off some bills. But other than that, I'ma let it roll.

2016 was bi-polar to the extreme:
2 garden stakes and scrap yarn make a great way to block a shawl

Most of the projects knitted for charity were baby blankets this year.....only to find out that the pregnancy resource center is full-up with donations. Which is good for them, not so much for me. Oh well. I'll find homes for them.

Same with the hats.  I finally gave them to a lady who works in a middle school. Kids are always in need of hats. Hell, they'll lose about 1034 of them this week.

The shawl on the right was given to my new Daughter In Law for the amazing feat of marrying my Stepson. She's got cojones for that effort!

The Hubs is doing fine. Kid is still here, doing well. Two cats are still here, though Tigger is getting on in years. He's 18 now and probably won't make another full year with us. He's a good boy though. Dave is eyeing up a German Shepherd puppy as a new pet and a replacement companion for me, who will be working full time.
Dave, fishing down at Decatur Lake

We lost my brother to Alcoholism this year. A few friends to age. My Dad had an issue with this prostate which landed him in the hospital. A few weeks later, he got into a car wreck. Only by the grace of GOD was he not hurt more than he was. Mom celebrated her 70th birthday with a surprise party by My Sister and I.
Mom's 70th Birthday gift from my Sister, who is much craftier than I

We went to a few more birthday parties. Welcomed some new additions to the family. Hatched a few new geese, saw a few of them die, sadly.  We butchered some more. The flock needed to have a few males culled because they were getting too aggro. We mistakenly butchered one that we should've kept, I feel bad about that, but what can you do?