I've been working on the baby blanket every evening. It's getting there, and I'm enjoying it a lot. I'm just a little pissed that I'm going to have to go buy more yarn to finish it. I was just trying to use up the stash I had. I'm surprised it is eating the yarn like it is. It's just going to charity in the end anyway. I'm definitely going to do a different border than the pattern. I think I want some scallops or shells or something a little lacier to trim it. I'm not sure yet.
The pattern I'm using...
Soft-Touch Baby Afghan
And the book it's in. I think I got this book at Half-Price Books a long time ago. Or maybe I bought it used from Amazon. I really don't remember, but it's the first project I've made out of it. It's a nice book.
I went ahead and ordered some Angel Eyes to sprinkle on Ollie's food to get rid of the stains around his eyes. He's been on it only about three days, and it's supposed to take 3-5 weeks for his hair to grow out and the stains to be gone. This will serve as the "before" picture. I washed his little eyes with a warm washcloth before I took this picture. You can see that it doesn't do any good. His tears are just a brown color and it stains the white hair around his eyes. It has something to do with the oxidation of the fluid that makes it turn brown like that. Supposedly the Angel Eyes corrects that and makes his tears clear. Stay tuned for results.
My Shit List
So guess who's on my shit list today? It's the Salvation Army! Those bastards. We have always donated to the Salvation Army. They have picked up countless pieces of furniture and TVs from us over the years. Well, today they came to pick up a TV, a love seat, and a practically brand-new $700 recliner (less than a year old). The love seat has a tear in one arm where Ollie started to chew it. Other than that, it looks pretty damn good, has a recliner on both ends, and is less than 5 years old. Anybody who is truly in need would be thrilled to have any of these items.
When they came to pick it up earlier today, the SA guy said, "We can't accept that love seat with that damage."
Captain: Excuse me?
SA Guy: We can't accept that love seat with the damage on the arm of it. AND we only accept flat-screen TVs now.
Captain: Just stares at him incredulously. Seriously?
SA Guy: Just stands there like a dumb-ass and moves towards the chair to take it.
Captain: Well, you can just leave then because this is a package deal. Goodbye.
They turned and left.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THE GALL??? Ever heard the old saying, "Beggars can't be choosers"? How about, "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth"?
Unbelievable! It's not like we were trying to unload a bunch of crappy, dirty, worn-out furniture that was good for nothing either. Like I said, anybody in need would be happy to have any of it. We just saw on the news the other day that 40-something families lost everything in an apartment fire in Dallas. What about some of those people who have nothing but the clothes on their backs? Do you think they care about a 1-inch tear in the arm of a love seat or that the TV isn't a flat-screen? Both items are probably way better than what they had to begin with, as these were low-income tenants.
The Stinkin' Salvation Army will never get another donation from us, and their annoying bell-ringers during the holidays can kiss my ass! Only flat-screen TVs accepted. O.M.G. I don't think so, you greedy assholes.
I guess I let that really upset me.
I'm breathing now.
Don't give them any power, Pammy Sue.
Okay, I'm better now.
But they still aren't getting even my soiled panties.
Ah-hem...if I had any soiled panties.
Which I don't.
The Steroid Queen (that would be me) had another spinal injection yesterday. Oh joy. That is probably why I'm here ranting and rambling like a mad woman. Me and my roid rage red face had better just go. See ya.