Snowflake!!

Flower!!!

I need more practice... I've been hunting online for patterns but no one seems to want to post them for free. I don't want to spend money on books for this but my Brain is just not in the creative spirit. Maybe I need to take more recreational drugs. I can only imagine what quilling on acid would be like.

Nermal has been silly all day. He actually tried to headbutt me when I wouldn't pay attention to him. It must be really boring to be a cat or a dog. Nothing to do all day unless your people are around and even when they're home, they don't want to do anything with you. Puck is pouting in the living room because I haven't taken her for a walk. She doesn't realize that Mommy doesn't want to do anything with her hair or get dressed.

I'm turning into That Housewife... the one that doesn't do anything with herself because she's not going anywhere and no one's gonna see her. I'm only weeks away from wearing the same sweatpants for a week straight and refusing to take off the stained shirt because "I'm comfortable and you're supposed to love me no matter what!!!"

I think this is going to be one of my first projects. Something similar to it, anyway. I know I start alot of things and I don't always finish them but I'm trying. I have this nagging thought that says something I told the boy I'd do ended up being something I didn't... I don't remember what, tho. It seems to me I asked for something and he asked me if I'd really do something with it or if it'd simply end up being one more "thing". I don't remember what it was, tho. *sigh* That's gonna bug me... I'm sure I'll think of it sometime tomorrow, tho.

Things to do this week:

1. Start Will's blankey.
2. Make teh Mom some new napkins and maybe placemats. I think the next full set I do for her will have to be a set of 6 at least. *sigh* So much work.
3. Get some quilling papers and make a few designs for muh dad to try to work into his lamp ideas. Also need to make up a few notecards and mail them out to people.
4. Finish collecting yard-saleable items.

I know there's something else but I can't think of what it might be. I'm an old lady, I forget shit. Begone with you!

I don't know if anyone else is using Google's AdSense... it's a nifty lil thing that earns you money when people click the links provided. If you look at the bottom of THIS page, you'll see a banner with a couple of links in it. Make with the clicky! :) I don't think you even have to DO anything at the sites you're sent to. I don't know. Just click!

In other news, I sent my mother a rambling email. I've been spending the last couple of hours poking around online for neat knitting patterns that won't require an octupal arm transplant. I don't guess that makes a lot of sense but if you had any idea how hard it is to knit some of the fancy stuff, you'd understand my aversion to having 8 arms attached to me.

I think I confused the hell out of Justin with my links earlier... I was talking about knitting and then he talked about embroidery without knowing it and then I tried to tell him about quilling and now it's all a jumble. I think he believes I could knit a birthday card out of paper with the paper in a hoop. Or something. I could be wrong.

I am not wrong about this site, tho: http://www.quilledcreations.com. It's kickass and I need to buy stuff off it. I wanted to get back into quilling a year or so ago but all the craft stores around here either had no supplies or charged out the ass for them. I have no urge to spend money I don't have. Well, I DO, but you know what I mean. I shouldn't. My idea is this, tho. I want to make some pretty cards with quilling on them, mail them to people and see if I can get them interested in buying from me. I don't know if that'll work but it's worth a try.

A long time ago, I had this idea that I could get hotels to put my soaps in their bathrooms as gifts to guests. Obviously, I would have to stock-pile about a million soaps before I could even approach someone with this idea. But it would be neat.

The other day, I caught a short program about pottery. This guy makes beautiful little pots and bowls and whatnot and I thought, "I could do that!" All I need is a kiln, clay and talent. *sigh* I want to do something at home that'll make money but allow me to never again have to GO to work. I really need to quit day-dreaming and just TRY something.

All I want for Christmas is a Plan.

Silent night, broken night
All is fallen when you take your flight
I found some hate for you
Just for show
You found some love for me
Thinking I'd go
Don't keep me from crying to sleep
Sleep in heavenly peace

Silent night, moonlit night
Nothing's changed
Nothing is right
I should be stronger than weeping alone
You should be weaker than sending me home
I can't stop you fighting to sleep
Sleep in heavenly peace


love. it.

*sigh* so pretty.

So this whole root-canal thing wasn't as bad as I'd feared but it was teh awful. I think dentists should have root-canals done to them whether they need them or not. Just so they know that when you blink rapidly and tense up, they should probably take a break from the jamming of the steel pins into the roots of your tooth. It's just common sense to me but apparently they are immune to common sense.

We saw Doom last night. I heard alot of people say that it was really good... I dunno. I LIKED it but I wouldn't say it was REALLY GOOD. The Rock should not try to play seriously sinister characters. Not till he learns how to act, anyway.

Interesting tidbit: I knew I'd seen a movie at the Grand with Jasper and Tony ages ago but I couldn't remember what it was. I'm dumb. It was The Scorpion King. Another Rock movie. Weirdness.

Puck nearly caught a squirrel! It was thrilling! If she were a cheetah, she'd have had it. Well, plus she could climb up the tree to get it. heh.

Time for drugged napping.

Tomorrow is Zoo-Day! I'm so excited! Gonna have to remember to charge the camera battery tonight so we can take pictures of the monkeys inside AND outside the cages. Moo ha, etc.

The boy and I are thinking about putting laminate wood flooring in the spare room... I think it'll be prettyful. Joseph is gonna move in, I think, so that's gouda... it means two things: good roommate and FINISHED room. hehe. Thank you, Joseph. I think we're going to paint it kind of a golden color. I hope he doesn't puke.

This is what I've been working on for the last two days. I did the second coat of the almost-white yesterday and the trim today. Es pretty, no? Now all I need is to plant pretty stuffs around the bottom so it looks 'finished'.

I'm having a root canal on monday. Contrary to popular belief, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. I've done my googling and it's apparently no worse than getting a filling. Of course, I hate getting fillings but at least I know I can handle it. On the plus side, I should be able to get a second prescription for hydrocodone. Hydrocodone is the generic Vicodin. And my friend. I took some earlier because my tooth had started to hurt again and now I'm pretty sure I could fall off a building and feel fine. My elbows are starting to hurt, tho. Stupid elbows. Every muscle feels so very happy. :)

Pain medication feels like a 2 guinness buzz. Without the peeing.

It makes me think of weird things, tho. I remember one time Misty and I stayed up for... three days? Something like that. We used stay-awakes (duh) and caffeine. And Sugar. And we walked all over town. In the rain. I think Cebrin thought we were crazy. He stayed up with us for a while and I don't remember what we talked about. We have some of it on tape and Misty needs to bring those tapes to me so I can copy them. I miss those days. Staying awake for way too long and taping our progress. No. Not progress. Congress. heh.

This one guy I dated... Joe. I remember one weekend he came up to see me and we drove all over the place looking for some club or concert or something. I don't remember what. We never found it. But we stopped and got something to eat and he entertained me by hooking his wallet chain onto his eyebrow piercing. I think that's what convinced me I wanted mine pierced. Stupid logic. He was fun. He has this funky gravelly voice that I thought was so neat. And he would sing Yellow to me in a whisper. I thought I was so very happy. I grew to hate that voice and phones because of the way we broke up. Stupid phone breakups.

Oh my god my foot is asleep! It feels like it grew, too. Weirdness.

I have to find yarn this weekend for a project. I hope I know what I'm doing. I don't really like to try new patterns for stuff but I'm going to this time. Must. Try. New. Things.

The Stars play tonight. I'm excited but I don't think I'll manage to stay awake for it. I just want to wrap myself in a furry blanket and cuddle with the boy and pass out.

I should post in my Myspace blog more but I forget. I'm going to be lazy tonight and crosspost this.

I'm trying to think of some ideas for things I can make. I'm tired of knitting scarves for myself. heh. I need new things to create! Here's the list I have so far:

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Pretty impressive, don't you think?


Actually, I saw some Harry and David's candies at the store earlier and I thought maybe I'd buy a couple small baskets, put some of the blueberry and cherry candies in there, get some nice candles, maybe some cocoa packets, a mug, some soapies and stuff like that. That'll work for grandma kind of people. Justin, this means you.

I hate BabyGap. All they do is make me jay-luss. I hate their cute little clothes and their adorable baby-models.

I hate shopping. I hate it like a tasty tumor.

First shoot-out of the season for the Stars and both Zubov and Jokinen introduced the puck to the inside of the net. Marty stared down two shots and looked damn impressive during the regulation time as well. I can't believe some of the saves Budaj had... Such. A. Good. Game.

I read an article today about Brown's response to hurricane Katrina. Now, I don't know if the emails posted by CNN, etc. are ALL the emails sent and I highly doubt they are but their content is sad. It's not the "can I quit now?" or the "I bought it at Nordstrom's... are you proud of me?" Those aren't bad. I mean, if you were at work, dealing with some crisis, you'd still find a few seconds to make light, wouldn't you? I would. That's how I deal with stress. But that's at a normal job. That's at a job where the stress level is dealing with deadlines or crabby customers or crabby co-workers. Normal stuff. Asking if you can quit or go home isn't normal if you're the head of FEMA and responsible for the big decisions after a disaster. Not when people are starving or rioting or dying. Not when your representative IN the disaster area is saying it's all going to hell.

I think the problem I have with articles like this is that they sensationalize the wrong things sometimes. Like bringing up Brown's concern with his attire several days before Katrina made landfall. It's stupid of him, yes, but he's not the first person to be unaware of the magnitude of impending doom. I think that Americans have a hard time being really and truly concerned about issues when there are too many issues presented. It becomes easier to just grumble about each one a little and not pay significant attention to any one. Maybe it's a media issue. The media is too efficient. Every bit of trivia that can be called news is immediately broadcast across the country and everyone is familiar with it within hours or days. Sensory overload.

I think the lack of a job is really starting to sink in. I hate it. I stopped by the store earlier to pick up the odds and ends I had in my locker and it felt surreal. Like a normal day off but obviously not. I talked to Gwen for a minute and she told me not to be a stranger and I said I wouldn't but I just can't imagine hanging out up there ever. Bleh.

Time for a list of jobless-positives:

1. More time for working on the house.
2. Plenty of time for catching up on reading.
3. Time for making all the neat things I always wanted to make for people... (this would be your chance to ask for stuff!)
4. I can totally spend more time writing letters to people.


I knew it would be a short list but I didn't think it would be THAT short....