Boring Tuesday

My left shoulder has been all kinked-up since last Wednesday. The only time it's not hurting is when I'm on a double-shot of muscle relaxers. Of course then I'm good for nothing except a long nap. I even went for a massage on Friday and Rochelle nearly killed me. It felt good though.

Let's see...what else can I complain about? Ha. Okay, I won't do that.

I made taco soup for dinner last night, and it sure was good. We got our first freeze of the season over night. It's great soup weather. I think I'll make some potato soup when the taco soup is gone. That sounds really good too.

We are going to Winstar Casino in Oklahoma on Thursday (our 16th anniversary). We haven't been in months so I'm looking forward to it. The NASCAR boyz are here this weekend, and I'm still trying to decide if I want to go to Qualifying and the Truck Race on Friday afternoon & evening. We may just skip it and watch it on TV this time.

I need to get some work done this morning so I can goof off this afternoon. Bye.

Hurry Up November!

I will be seriously glad to get this month over with. Ever since I got back from the San Diego trip, I've been an emotional cripple, and that was before Granny passed away. I have no idea what the matter is with me or if it's even me. I'm hoping it's the moon or something stupid like that instead of it just being me. I just feel all empty and needy. I feel like something is not quite right in my world, and I can't figure out what it is. Yuck. I hate feeling needy.

Anyway, I'm hoping that November 1st will magically make me all better, and I apologize for being such a bummer here this month.

My sweet Granny died yesterday peacefully. We knew it was coming in a matter of days, and my mother was able to be there with her.

I'll probably not post for a few more days, but I'll be back.

Getting Back in the Swing

I hate it when I don't update regularly. It's so easy when I miss a day to just keep on putting it off and out of my mind, and before I know it, many days pass without me making an entry. I really like keeping this journal and have to make it a priority to make an entry every day or it will wind up just another dead chunk of someone's life floating in cyberspace. My "blog" is very personal and cathartic for me, even though it might not seem that way to others.

By the way, I never did tell y'all that Barnaby and me started speaking again on Saturday afternoon. The argument/fight/spat/Mexican standoff was over something silly, as most marital spats are. (Between happily-married people anyway.) I probably shouldn't call him an asshole "in public" here, but I did it anyway. Everybody's an asshole sometimes. He rarely reads this so I doubt he even knows it. Apparently my blog bores him. Ha.

I'm working on a Lumberjack Flannel Afghan like this one now, except mine is black & red. It's going really quickly, and I hope to be finished with it in a week or less. I'm at the half-way mark now, although I may need to do an extra row or two because I'm crocheting it pretty tight (tightly?).

I made a Coconut Cream Cake yesterday. I wish I hadn't used the coconut extract because I never like the fake taste it creates. I should have just used vanilla extract instead. It's not stopping me from eating it though! This is the first dessert I've made in a long while, for me at least. I think cooking and baking is like keeping up with this blog...once you get lazy and don't do it for a day or two, it quickly becomes habit to be lazy and just throw sandwiches or a frozen something or other together for dinner and have store-bought crap for sweets.

Sadly, there is nothing else to tell y'all about even though I haven't written much here lately. I've just been workin' and crochetin' and hangin' with my doggies.

Oh, speaking of doggies, Fletch is not being given away on Craig's List. He's back in my good graces. Nobody really thought I was serious, did they? I was just pissed and spouting off again. He's learned to shake hands, and I'm teaching him to ring the bell like the other dogs do. (It's a different bell than what hangs by the back door. He has that one down pat.) We just started on that one today, and he was doing it after just a couple of tries. I'm just not sure if he knew what he was doing or not. He was so excited over the food I was giving him, I think he was just doing anything he could think of. He was dancing (spinning around in circles) and trying to shake my hand, and he might have just accidentally hit the bell a couple of times. He's going to get it quickly though. I'm going to teach him to crochet a granny square next.

It's getting all cloudy outside. Or, as my grandparents always said, "It's comin' up a cloud." We're supposed to get rain all afternoon, and that makes me happy.

See ya.

Happy-Happy-Joy-Joy

I just reread most of this month's posts, and I noticed that I sure have been crabby and complaining a lot lately. I'm going to make an effort to stop that. How embarassing! Too bad I can't go back and delete them and make all those entries sparklie and happy with fairy dust. Well, I guess I could, but that wouldn't be real, would it?

I've decided to make a Lumberjack Flannel Afghan next. I've been nosing around looking at patterns on the Crochetville forums. I need to go dig through all my yarn and figure out which two colors I'm going to use. I'm thinking maybe black & red or gray & red.

But first I'm going to eat lunch. I'm starving!

Ha-ha.

Bye.

Crocheted Indian Afghan Done

I crochet fast when I'm furious. I finished the Indian blanket this evening while watching the NASCAR race. It turned out really pretty:

My blurry pictures don't do it justice.

On to the next!

I don't know if I'll start a new one or if I'll finished the diamond one first. I'll probably start a new one and work on the diamonds when I get bored. We'll see how it goes.

I just love this crocheting business. Who knew?

Ugh II

I still hate everybody, and my husband is still an asshole. We haven't spoken since Thursday around 5:30 pm. He can suck it. (Sorry, Bonnie!)

Ugh

I'm depressed and hate everybody today.

Oh, and my husband is an asshole. (Sorry, Bonnie!)

Double Gah!

Fletch just ate my Blackberry! He's a terrorist, I tell you! He has destroyed more electronics and things in this house than all my other dogs put together. USB Hubs (2), camera cords, extention cords, tv remotes, $400 eyeglasses, crochet things, books, magazines, food, bags of dogfood, catfood, plants, trash, the foam padding on the weight bench, now my Blackberry, and it goes on and on. What are we supposed to do about it? We put everything up out of his reach most of the time, and he goes in his kennel now when we're gone so he can't get to anything. I was sitting right here when he nabbed it and didn't notice. I only noticed when I heard a disembodied voice in the living room saying, "Invalid number. Please hang up and try the number again."

He has tons of toys and plenty of other dogs to play with. It's ridiculous how many toys he has. We've yelled at him and scolded him and spanked him...nothing works! I'm beginning to have thoughts of getting rid of him, and that's VERY unlike me, but good Lord. The bad stuff is starting to outweigh the good stuff.

It would break my heart, and I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I got rid of him. I'm feeling extremely emotional and depressed about the situation. I just don't know what to do.

Gah!

I just wasted at least an hour doing makeovers on myself to post here. It did nothing but refuse to share the photos and jam up my computer so it's slow as molasses.

So this is it for today...nothing. I have to work right after I restart my computer and try to get it to behave.

The lengths I go through for you people!

San Diego Pics

I think I took this picture because of all the palm trees? I'm obviously easily impressed. It's just a park.

Please note the name of the neat little fruit stand and shop we stopped at.

Sisters' Feet
We have a thing about taking feet pictures.



Sisters

Sunset on Mission Bay Beach on October 2nd

Poor Kitty

I was working in my office this morning when I heard Kitty cry out. It was an unusual cry for her, and I got up to see what was the matter. Before I could get around my desk, her cries quickly became screams of terror and panic. I thought, "This is it. She's dying on me." I managed to get out of there without falling over the baby gate and found her splayed out in the living room with her leg caught in the ironwork under a small table. See below.

The part I have circled in red is where her leg was wedged into one of those iron curly thingies. I tried everything I could think of to get her leg out of there, but it was wedged in there good and she kept screaming and wanting to bite me because it hurt her. I quickly became as panicked as she was and considered calling Barnaby at work to come home and maybe saw one of those iron thingies in half to get her leg out. I was afraid I'd break her leg trying to get it out of there. You'd think it was already broken the way she was carrying on.

I finally got it out of there and she walked off limping and growling under her breath like I was the one who did that to her instead of thanking me for saving her ass.

Ungrateful cow.

I'm Baaaack!

I need a few days to catch up on work and things around the house. I'll update with photos in a couple of days or so.

Did ya miss me?

San Diego/El Cajon

Day One:

We made it to San Diego safe and sound, and the trip was very uneventful. We went to a little place called Summer's Past Farm that's kind of an arboretum-type place here in El Cajon. They had a handmade soap shop and another little doo-dad shop, but I didn't get anything at either place. Then we went to La Mesa where they have a ton of antique shops and shopped awhile. We didn't stay long because it was so freakin' hot and we were all getting pretty tired at that point.

It's uncharacteristically hot here right now. Just my luck. It was over 100 yesterday, but it's supposed to cool down a few degrees today and even more tomorrow.

We went to Phil's BBQ for dinner last night near downtown San Diego. It had absolutely the best onion rings I've ever had in my life, and I had some babyback ribs. Big Daddy (my sister's boyfriend whose name is actually Art) took us to the Mission Bay beach after dinner. The sun was just about to set, and we took pictures of us acting like fools on the beach.

I'm pretty sure I got some fantastic pictures of us and the sun setting. I can't wait to take them off of my camera and see the full-size version of them. I'm sure I'll post a few here.

Later!