Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Things that happen when I'm bored

Yesterday was my pj's and knitting day. So when I got up this morning, I jumped right in the shower and got all ready for a day out running errands. And my car didn't start. No big deal, I thought. I'll just...knit some more. I've got lots of knitting to do! And movies to watch! Not having a car will be fun! I'll call this day, "Snowbound inside a cozy house with all the amenities: the Samantha Minnis story" and Lifetime will be knocking down my door for the made-for-TV movie rights!

Or will they?

Things I've done today:
1) Curled my hair until I put Farrah Fawcett to shame and shellacked it into place.
2) Some laundry.
3) Plenty of knitting.
4) Drank many cups of tea.
5) Watched Pee-Wee's Christmas 2 1/2 times.
6) Talked to Laura and Nan and Jess.
7) Did dishes.
8) Watched The Nightmare Before Christmas.
9) Checked Facebook once or twice (times a billion).
10) Tried starting the car again.
11) Hoped that I can easily fix my car. Worried that I can't.
12) Read a little.
13) Called Laura again.
14) Looked at imdb to figure out who the voice actors were in The Nightmare Before Christmas.
15) Looked at Petfinder for Boston Terriers or French Bulldogs that might need a home.
16) Wrote this blog.

Things I haven't done today:

1) Finished any task.
2) Cleaned the bedroom.
3) Cleaned the basement.
4) Packed for Casey's parent's house.
5) Vacuumed.
6) Any of the organization I wanted to do on my break.
7) Seen another human.

Unless I overcome something soon, Lifetime probably won't care. If I do manage to save a neighbor from an abusive husband or save all three cats from the evils of napping, I would request that Tori Spelling not have anything to do with the Lifetime movie.

Thank you.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

If everyone keeps all ten fingers, we call it success.

That was stuck in my head when I woke up this morning. You're welcome.

Last night I taught the last of a 3 week series of knitting classes at JoAnn Fabrics. All day yesterday I was dreading it: I've been tired and fighting a sinus infection all week and it meant going from my 8-5 job right to JoAnn's and not getting home until close to 9. But the minute the students showed up, I was completely re-energized. I find it really rewarding to describe a technique to a student who three weeks ago had never knit before and watch that student successfully cable and make increases and decreases. I love it and I can't wait for classes to start again in January. There were a few nail biting moments last night, though, because a high school girl showed up and for a second I was worried she was a better knitter than me and that  I wouldn't be able to answer her questions, let alone teach her. To make things even more interesting, her mother had been in a quilting class I took a couple of years ago where on the first day of class I almost cut my finger tip off with the rotary cutter. So, you know, not a vote of confidence that she should leave her child with me. Her expert knitter child. Anyway, the kid didn't need much help, but I think she was grateful to be in a group of people who didn't make fun of her for being a big knitting nerd. We had a lot of fun, everyone learned how to cable and no one (not even me) came close to losing a finger. If you want to take a class with me next semester, please be assured that I will at least pretend to be one step ahead of you in knitting prowess (except for you Erica, I know you are my knitting lord and master), and you should be able to leave class in one piece.

Friday, August 20, 2010

And a very ragey Friday to you, sir!

You guys. Happy Rage Friday.

If you've never celebrated a Rage Friday before, let me introduce you to the concept.

The History of Rage Friday:

One rainy Friday morning, two library pages were on desk duty at the local public library. Bleary eyed (and probably a little hungover), they stood (slouched) waiting for a patron. Suddenly, from the Community room came shreiks and growls and all manner of carrying on. The door flew open and 25 children with paper dinosaur heads came roaring (literally) out. The children's librarian followed, also wearing a paper dinosaur head and offered the hapless pages some left over muffins (maybe cupcakes, there is much debate in the lore of Rage Friday). The pages ate the muffins (cupcakes, whatever) and so commenced a strange day, filled with weekend anticipation and public library shenanigans. The strangeness of the day was blamed on the cupmuffins which were thought to be infested with the Rage of the roaring dinosaur-child hybrids and from that day on, whenever a Friday started with a treat and got weirder and weirder until it ended with whiskey shots at the Bird, that day would be known as a Rage Friday. Fin.

One page was me and the other was Jason, a legend for  his slacker abilities (shelf-reading, napping, same thing, right?) and three piece suits. I think the best thing about Rage Friday is that it's a surprise holiday. For example, today I got up and did my normal morning routine: trip over cat, go for run, shower, coffee, oatmeal, make lunch, rush out the door. Everything seemed normal at work too, just another Friday. Then BAM! someone says, "Hey there are donuts in the next office if you want one, and hey did you know that both of our bosses are going to a meeting and there's hardly any work to do?" and before I know what hit me, I'm eating a double chocolate doughnut from Robaires and riding the sugar high into another wacky day.

Whiskey, anyone?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Dance Party Thursday

Hello everyone and welcome to Thursday, my most favorite day of the week! The weekend is all stretched ahead with only one more piddly day of work in my way. Thursday is the day I catch up on a week's worth of DVRed Daily Shows, Colbert Reports, Dirty Jobs, and Mythbusters, the day I don't do any chores, the day I knit a whole sock (I hope) because I have a Friday deadline set. Thursdays are for after work cocktails and getting into pj's immediately after coming home.

Let us all dance with ELO in honor of Thursdays!

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


I was feeling a little bummed out at work, so I Googled "cheer up" because Google is my first response for most problems when I have the office to myself. At first it was all schlock with flowers and bunny rabbits. But then I saw this:

Now that is a cheering image. I repeated "Cheer up, Emo Bush" to myself until I got to my car and could drive away from work listening to this song:

I'm tellin' ya. Google knows what's up.