Discouraging

Yeah. My sweater didn't turn out like I thought. Oh it was perfect in it's construction, but I ran out of yarn. Actually I'm still convinced that I bought enough, but that I've misplaced it. I've combed the entire house, which can only mean one thing. Yes, the gnomes are back. And this time they have stolen yarn. They have crossed a line. It's on.
I haven't been online much lately. Well that's not completely true. I've been trolling around on deviantart and making some artwork of my own. I filled out all my paperwork and will be going back to school in the spring for video game and simulation development. That's what I have down for now, but I may change my major to something more in line with the fine arts or maybe fiber arts. There are no programs for that in the current college I'm enrolled in, but for right now I'm just trying to get my foot in the door. I may come to love my current major and I also have medical transcriptionist as a backup that I'm also trying to finish up online. I need something in the creative field to work on.
Anyways even though I didn't finish the blue sweater I did manage to churn out a cardigan for my daughter that turned out REALLY good. Pictures on that are pending. Of course there's always socks, that I never tire of, hats and a Clapotis currently in the works. Again pictures are pending. Once I get all these bad boys loaded up, I'll have a picturific blog. Yeah. Hm.

Actual Knitting

I know. I've been bad about posting about my knitting. This is, after all, supposed to be a knitting blog, but in my defense life has been a little much lately. That and my camera's always seem to disappear whenever I want to blog (darn gnomes). I finished a scarf for my aunt Celia (if you're reading this know that I just have to finish weaving in the ends and I'll hand it to you when I come for Morgan's wedding).
It reminds me of Where's Waldo. I really like it.
I've also been hard at work on this sweater. I'm saying that it's for me, but it's not, but fear of the "curse" will always have me saying that it's my sweater ( I'm pretty sure we'll be safe regardless). I will probably wind up wearing it more than he will anyways.
Looking around at a small children's boutique in the neighborhood has me thinking about knitting baby booties and sweaters en masse and selling them there. It would be a nice little thing for a little extra money on the side. I've noticed that I'll knit myself things, but that I don't use them. I think it's because I'm afraid of ruining them. Eventually they'll wear out and I'll be upset if I have to pitch it. If I knit and sell my creations then I know they'll get used, but I don't have to watch the deterioration. It seems highly weird to me that I feel this way about my knits. After all the wearing out means that they were well used and well loved, right?
Regardless, I am working on these bad boys from Wendy Johnson's Socks from the Toe Up. I really like these and they seemed to knit up fast. I used Stroll Tonal yarn from KnitPicks.

Waiting..... always waiting

Hoping they'll call this week and let my hubby know if he got this job or not so that I know whether or not I can start packing. OR if I can go and start looking for a job again. These are things that would be nice to know. They called about two weeks ago wanting more info to send to the HR which tipped us off on the fact that they might be hiring him, but we haven't heard back since. I don't want to move again so soon, but it would be nice for the hubby to have a job so that it's out of the way and taken care of. I hate waiting.

LawnMower Man

At nine this evening I was driving around and there was a "dude" riding a lawnmower in the dark. Cuttin' the hell out of some grass. The lawnmower even had headlights (which is the reason I noticed it to begin with). This is obvious to me that these things have always had headlights and perhaps I just never had cause to notice before? Or they don't and this guy wired his up so he could run that bad boy at night?
My hubby got a new cell phone and he got a Mario Bros. ring tone. I told him he should get the theme song to Star Wars as my ring tone when I call. My son piped up and said " Yeah, you should get the one that goes : (starts humming Darth Vader's theme) cause then you know when the bad guys are coming." Thanks son.

The Hits Just Keep on Coming

Of all the things I had planned for my day yesterday, breaking my ankle was NOT one of them. Not only do I feel stupid for falling down the stairs (there were only two of them) and I cringe every time the picture of my ankle turned completely to the inside comes to mind; the knowledge that I was on my hands and knees on a sidewalk of a busy street with my butt facing traffic screaming curses at the top of my lungs makes it all that much worse. At least it gave me something to laugh about while waiting for the X-ray. Actually the jury's still out on whether or not it's actually broken. It may just be a horrible sprain (keeping fingers crossed because that's only two weeks of recovery time and the crutches and I are not getting along). I've sprained my ankle before and I don't remember screaming quite so much in pain. I would have rather have had another gall bladder attack or be in labor again because it was less painful then the pain that radiated off my ankle yesterday. Not to mention the fact that once I crawled to the stairs and got seated I thought I was going to puke from the pain. That's only happened once before and it required surgery to remove the offending gall bladder. It actually stopped hurting for a good twenty minutes as I went into shock, at which time I realized I had also skinned my knee (something I was completely unaware of until the pain in my ankle stopped). I am still in awe of the amount of pain caused and NEVER want to feel anything like that again, thank you very much.

There's a First Time for Everything

Almost six months since my last post. I've been busy working at the Waffle House. Or I was until I got fired. I was shocked. I've never been fired before and how does that look when after seven years of no work you come back only to get fired in five months. I'm wondering if this is a case for the EEOC, but part of me realizes that it's not really worth it because there are better paying jobs out there. For me it's the principal of the thing because I feel like I was wrongly fired. In fact I'm sure I was wrongly fired. I felt like I had a target on my back ever since the new manager got there and even more so after the register mishap. If I did get my job back then it would probably be less than a month before I lost it again for some other insanely asinine reason. Seems like it's not worth it until I think about going to look for another job and them calling the Waffle House to find out why I was fired. It may keep me from getting another job, not to mention the fact that they would be undeservedly smearing my character and I'm not okay with that. I need a few days to think however, seeing as I am upset and any talking to anyone will only result in my crying in frustration because the conversation goes in circles, like they have one thought in their head and it can not be changed even though the truth is in the ticket books.