Thursday, May 04, 2006
It is recycle day here today. Usually that is good for some entertainment, as Ruby goes ballistic for some reason when the truck goes by. And when he stops and dumps our stuff in, she barks so hard she roos. In fact, I noticed when I brought DD to school that DH hadn't put the boxes out so I ran and did it myself - I wouldn't want Rube to have to wait another two weeks to get in a good "what for". All for naught. She is sleeping under my desk and didn't even twitch a whisker when the truck came by. I feel so let down ROFL. Not long after it was gone she got annoyed with me (I am fidgity today), heaved a big sigh, tsked, and went upstairs to lie on the couch. Well EXCUSE ME. My legs have been driving me mad. I can't get comfortable, not even to sleep. My one foot is all clenched up, it feels like there is a tennis ball under the arch of my foot when I step down. That whole leg is rigid. The muscles of my other leg are crawling around (tightening and loosening. Flex your calf muscle as slow as you can, then let it relax as slow as you can. Now imagine every individual muscle doing that of it's own accord and at different rates). It's doesn't HURT per se, but it feels really gross and my mind sometimes reads it as nausea. And the muscle jerks are bad today. Nerve fires. My nerves will fire off for no reason, causing me to jerk a hand, leg, whatever. A few times my knee has hit the underside of my desk, and I've transferred my coffee to a covered travel mug to minimize spills. I am a walking freak show today. Good thing there is nothing wrong with me *rolls eyes*. There are days when I would give my kingdom for a muscle relaxant. My doctor doesn't believe in them long term. He says I will build up dependencies on them. I don't want oxies, I just want something to loosen my legs every once in a while so I can have a break. It's probably for the better anyway - when he did give me a few, I slept like a baby but talk about nasty the next day. Dragon lady supreme. Even worse than normal ;). Now, even though I can't FEEL most of these muscles, they sort of ache. A deep deep ache that can't be massaged out. Almost like I can't find the right spot no matter how hard I try. Ever have muscle and joint aches from the flu? It's like that, only with less vomiting. My mind tells me a whirlpool bath would make me feel better, but until I get my own private one person tub with jets, it ain't gonna happen my friend. I can not make myself get into a jacuzzi when I know other people have been in that water. People soup is what I call it. Dead skin cells, bacteria, fecal coliforms, hair, who knows what all else is in that water. You can chlorinate it, you can dump batch after batch of chemicals in it, no way will that water ever be clean enough for me to sit in. Somehow, a pool is okay but a spa tub is not, in Dances Land. Dipping the nether regions of strangers in hot water like tea bags can only lead to bad things. Nice visual, isn't it? I had to share it, why should I be the only person ready to hurl! Professional massages are good, but then I would have to shave my legs. It has to be a REAL special occasion for that to happen (you can send sympathy cards to my DH later). I don't care that the masseuse would SEE them, but the thought of massage oil being rubbed on hairy skin makes my brain short circuit a little. And you have to use oil, who wants to pay for a gigantic indian burn? That was a rhetorical question, by the way, not an invitation.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
When DH is on day shift the house is so....quiet. No TV. No radio. Nobody asking me questions or making comments on commercials or wondering out loud what to have for breakfast/lunch/snack. Blissfully quiet. Not silent. No no, never silent. Frankie the bird happily hops from perch to perch, mumbling and singing and twittering and so on. Sometimes he rummages through his seeds and flings them around a bit. Or jettisons his apple slice from the treat cup - kachung! He loves his bath and bathes gleefully every day. You can hear him splashing about in the water. Then there is Xena (the warrier kitty) trampling through the house now and again. Why she needs to gallop from room to room I will never know. Otherwise she is graceful and silent, except when jumping up door frames and 'killing them very badly' with her front paws. Or stealing and romping with pony tail holders. Or just romping in general with bits of things she has found (plastic sleeves from drink box straws are a coveting romping item). Jasmine is pretty quiet most of the time although she can be talkative. Especially if breakfast is late. She especially enjoys giving DH what for if he does anything at all out of the ordinary or makes any kind of noise. Every once in a while she will get a wild hair and attack the table cloth. In the relative quietness, the sound of Ruby's snoring is the loudest. I love her snore. I listen to it all night and most of the day. I think it is one of the cutest things I have ever heard. Once in a while, late at night when I can't sleep, I lie and listen to her and DH snoring in tandem. It's hard not to giggle. From time to time one of them will snort or snork loudly, and the other will wake a little with obvious annoyance to glare at the noisemaker, roll over, sigh deeply, then fall back to sleep to rejoin the chorus. Cracks me right up. But if I am even the least bit sleepy, her snore lulls me to the point I am in danger of nodding off and falling off my computer chair. My eyes droop, my head gets heavy. I do get annoyed if I am very busy, it's hard to work when somebody is trying to hypnotize you. See, it's all part of a diabolical plan to get me to move to the couch for a nap. When she sees me do that, she gets all excited and runs to find a toy. She HAS to have a toy to take a nap, don't you know. Then she will jump up, walk along my side like I am a fallen log, and throw herself down on my hip with a deep sigh. The toy gets kneaded and sucked (or used as a pillow) until she goes totally limp and falls asleep, snoring deeply and blissfully. This is her favourite thing. To be in direct contact with both me and her toy, and sleeping all at once. If only she could figure out how to eat at the same time and she would be in complete pug heaven. She comes running if I sit on the couch or in the recliner, because sitting in those places means LAP TIME. She doesn't like when I use her as a book or magazine stand, but doesn't mind having knitting or crocheting rested on her. If I crochet with the double ended afghan hook she gives it a strange look out of the corner of her eye - she isn't too sure about that thing - but won't get down. She also gets suspicious when I knit in the round with DPN's - all those points sticking out everywhere and her with those bulgy expensive eyes. Occasionally Jasmine will decide that SHE wants to sit on my lap. So she just jumps up and plops herself down right on top of the dog. Ruby will stay and look pitiful for a bit, then get intimidated and jump down. I can't take the soulful stares she gives me, how dare I betray her with a CAT. They CAN had HAVE shared my lap, but they both prefer to have it to themselves. When Ruby gets tired of waiting, she will jump up and start kissing Jasmine's face, which works every time and the dog gets the lap back. Throw DD into the mix, and you have THREE beings that want to be on my lap and get jealous of attentions to others. DD doesn't like being used as a bookstand either ROFL. Speaking of naps, this summer I would like to get a better, bigger hammock. I need one with a stand, we don't have trees close enough and no good place to put poles. Plus I want to be able to move it around the yard as I see fit. I have a cheapie one but it doesn't really swing and there is only room for one person. Gets pretty crowded (and comical) with DD, myself, and the dog on it. I will consider one of the padded swings that folds down, but they are pricey. And I wonder if they are actually long enough to lie across? I am looking forward to lazy afternoon naps, swinging back and forth with the breeze on our skin and listening to the birds and the trees. And the pug snores, of course LOL. We are also looking at sun shades for our patio. In the mornings there is too much sun to sit out there, and in the afternoons and evenings there is more shade but then it gets buggy. It would be nice to have shade and the option of netting sides to keep the skeeters out. I don't want it to hinder using our chiminea though, so we have to figure something out regarding that. Some knitting/crocheting progress: This is a baby blanket. That is a knitted square picturing baby footprints, centered in a crocheted blanket. About four feet square, perfect for wrapping baby or covering a carrier. This is a gift, I have to get off my arse and send it away. This is a close up shot of a lace scarf. It started off as a test swatch of two repeats in a lace pattern, and I liked it so much I decided to finish it as a scarf. About four inches wide, it's much more delicate than the picture shows...although I do want to block it. Very soft. I want to try the same pattern in a worsted weight, this was slightly thinner than sport weight but had some fuzz that adds bulk. This is the same pattern, five repeats across using self patterning sock yarn. Yes, coveted sock yarn. But DD didn't like the colours and I did and I have so much sock yarn now that I could spare it. Who would have thought that could happen ROFL? The light blue ridge on the bottom will not stay there. It is a provisional cast on. Once I complete the first half of the wrap, I will undo the cast on edge, catching up the freed loops. Then I will continue in the opposite direction. This way the pattern doesn't go all in one direction. When the wrap is worn, the pattern on both sides will go the same way, instead of looking like one side is going up and the other is going down. I know that didn't make any sense but believe me it will look better - tee hee!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Baked potato chips are evil, I tell ya! I don't even LIKE potato chips. I discovered these a few years ago when I was on a low fat diet and needed something crunchy. They are real sliced potatoes (not to be confused with other baked chips that taste like they are formed from dehydrated potato flakes). Kettle brand. They are hard to find in the plain salted variety but those are the ones I like. I simply cannot trust myself with these things! I can eat the whole bag in one sitting. Low fat or not, that can not spell good things for my abdomen. They kind of remind me of the crispy edges from roasted potatoes. Never mind that crunching in the background. You know it is a bad day when I am eating potato chips and it isn't even noon yet. As long as I don't break out the ice cream, it should all be fine. I have to go into the office this afternoon for another meeting. I don't really want to go, but that really isn't a surprise, is it? Funny, I feel so lonely lately because I work from home and have little adult interaction. Apart from the grocery store or carting DD back and forth to school, that is. I should be jumping at the chance to go to a meeting and sit in a room full of real live people that have news and family updates and gossip for me. Yet, I am not. When it was decided that I was to work from home, there were some bad feelings with the people that had to work from the office. They felt I was getting special favours, and not really working. They just didn't understand that I was reporting to somebody in a different country and had nothing to do with their process anyway, what difference did it make to THEM where I was? But still, there were hurt feelings and bad attitude over it. When I visit everybody is polite enough, in fact you might never know there were problems. But I know, and it gets in the way. Something I have to work on I guess. Office politics are an interesting game. Nobody ever mentioned while I was in University that my worth as a person and employee was going to be determined some day by whether or not I had a bookcase or a coat rack, and by the number of drawers in my filing cabinet. The people I work with make these games a veritable art. When something on your desk broke (say, a phone) and needed replacing, it did not mean that you personally got that new item. Nope! The highest in the pecking order got the NEW phone. Their old phone went to the next in line, and so on. You could end up with a phone that was in worse shape than the one tossed in the garbage. New office supplies are in short supply and high demand. Don't go on vacation, or you will lose your swing-line stapler and good letter opener. I stopped working suddenly when I had my back surgery and was off for six months. I came back to an office that was picked clean. They even took my paper clips! After all, they were coated coloured clips and therefore a coveted item. I had a special ergonomic chair (I've had back problems a long time), which had been appropriated not by the other person with a bad back, but the "highest level employee" who felt she merited a new chair. Upon my return, the office manager informed me I would have to ask if she would give it back. If not, I was out of luck - and I'll give you one guess what her answer was when I asked to have it back. I begged to differ, brought in the labour board, and guess whose arse has graced this chair ever since? Yep, yours truly. Being somewhat handy (I am the BiWay Martha Stewart), I would often take broken items and fix them for my own use (always with permission, and the items never left the office). One of these was a large, beautiful bookcase that had been overloaded and cracked. I fixed it and polished it up, and proudly put it in my office. The grumbling started! I was third in line for a bookcase (and in this office it meant somebody had to retire or die to get one, bookcases were not on the purchase list. Ever.), how could I have a bookcase? I came in one morning to find the office manager waiting for me. She confiscated the bookcase that SHE gave me permission to fix, then gave it to another employee - the one who grumbled the loudest about being passed up for this important measure of importance! My office itself was a bone of contention. Nobody wanted that office. It was right next to the bathroom and in the older section of the building. While it had a window, it was poorly placed and looked out onto a brick wall and parking lot. I was promoted, and this promotion included an office. There was no objection to me taking that room, as nobody wanted it anyway. I re-arranged the furniture (and got rid of the credenza. Yes, it is a status object but really there was no room for that nor the coat tree). I had it painted at my own cost. I stained wood boards to make shelves in the window frame - since there was not view OUT the window I made one IN the window. I had plants, pictures, and art glass on the shelves. It wasn't long before the grumbling started! This was a NICE office. People wanted that office. It had a window. Blah blah blah. I was ousted once or twice, only for the new occupants to decide that being next to the bathrooms is not exactly the BEST place to be. Especially after lunch. So I always ended up moving back in. Since moving to my home office, that room has stood empty. There was talk of me using it part time, and all of a sudden everybody had plans for that room so we dropped it (thank goodness LOL). Still empty. When I changed departments and became part of Operations, I got to follow a different dress code. I was allowed to wear jeans and "work tops" instead of office attire. I could wear running shoes. I could wear shorts in the summer and sleeveless tops if I felt like it. Boy, did that cause a stir! Never mind I had to crawl through dirt all day, it wasn't FAIR that I got to wear comfy clothes to work. To keep the peace, I was asked to wear office attire and was given a pair of coveralls "in case there is dirty work". I think I wore those coveralls at least part of every day. You want to see the dark side of human nature, order new monitors for the whole office but send only two 17 inch, and the rest 15. Suddenly everybody NEEDS that bigger screen. Having that larger screen would mean there would be NO mistake about who was who, in that office! One of my last acts as network administrator (before taking the position where I could work from home) was to give the two data entry operators the larger screens. That means the two LOWEST ON THE TOTEM POLE (although who racked up the most hours staring at a computer screen). Pandemonium. Wish me luck this afternoon! I have a new pen, it just might start a riot ;). Just a quick picture from yesterday. I couldn't lighten the face up at all, but that really is DD up there LOL. Is it just me, or does this kid look like she BELONGS on a horse?
Monday, May 01, 2006
Kittens, that is. Free kittens. Three boxes worth of free kittens that were friendly and cute and endearing and kept trying to climb into my coat and come home with us. But I was strong! I looked them right in their tiny little adorable eyes and said "No! You are NOT coming home with us!". They mewed and blinked and groomed my fingers. And I said "No way! I know all your little reindeer games. And they will not work and you are NOT coming home with us". And I actually escaped without a new mouth to feed! It is a miracle folks LOL. DD's Sparks troupe visited a horse farm today. They all got to ride a horse, and feed him a treat. We saw kittens and bunnies and got a tour of the farm. We got to view a shetland pony - from afar. He is a stallion and figures kids are just the right size for....well....he was overfriendly, let's just say that. We got barked at by farm dogs and ate hot dogs and sat around a bonfire and fed begging cats bits of hotdog buns. The girls had a wonderful time to be sure. And I think the parents that were there did as well This blog is late, and it is short, and it is pictureless. Because we had a busy day and I am going to bed ROFL. See ya tomorrow!