Blah blah

I’ve been pulling a wordpad document open periodically throughout the day in hopes that maybe I’d write up something that I can post to the blog.

I am a terrible person when it comes to this. I don’t know if I care enough or not.

The past few days, we’ve been periodically getting Mewkis, Carrot, and Beric back inside the house because they’ve managed to find a hole, that we currently can’t get to, in the basement that allows them access to the outside world. Mewkis likes to hang out with the black cat that Jamie is determined to lure into the house and make it ours. Beric and Carrot have been wandering in the backyard near the windows so they can get back inside without a problem.

Tomorrow, I’m getting Jamie to buy cat collars just in case anything happens to them. They also brought fleas with them. Uggs is perfectly fine, because he’s on Bravecto (and allergic to fleas). So, I spent some time online looking for all-natural, pet-safe flea deterrents (besides the normal lemon, peppermint, whathaveyou). One thing mentioned lavender or cedar oil. I put a few drops of lavender oil on the dogs’ collars because I couldn’t find the cedar oil (I told Jamie and he pointed out that the cedar was one of the many oils that he gifted his cousin a couple months back).

I told Jamie that now the dogs smell like dirty hippies, he responded with “Well, the house smells like a cheap convenience store usually, so it’ll be a change.”

What else…

I am finally, finally almost completely done with catching up on dirty laundry. My never-ending pile of laundry is finally becoming a manageable mess of one or one-and-a-half loads. I’m currently waiting on the dryer to be done so that I can fold/hang up stuff and throw the latest load from the washer into the dryer. Small victories.

The house has been a never-ending disaster zone. The dogs have learned that our absentmindedness and apathetic nature is permission for them to do whatever they want. They’ve destroyed numerous amounts of Tupperware (fancy Tupperware, cheap Tupperware), broken a few bowls, and have decided that peeing on the basement floor is perfectly ok. All I can do is sigh and clean up the messes (and re-mop the basement floor). No matter how many times we clean the office and craft room, within an hour they’re messed up again (but us, by cats, by dogs).

Jamie’s dad brought us a new couch (new to us) and Jamie has been trying to not let the dogs on the couch. One of the cats has already coughed up a hairball on the couch and the dogs have, for the most part, ignored the new couch in favor of the dog bed (which Cricket or Firefly is methodically pulling stuffing out of) and the couchbed thing that they have claimed as their own.

So, artsy stuff. Let’s talk about artsy stuff.

Jamie has been fascinated by woodburning and has been determined to do it. He’s pretty arty and, after trying a handful of different things with various scraps we have here with a one-heat-does-all woodburner, he decided to purchase one of the ones where you could change the temperature. It worked out perfectly because, as he went to change out the tip on the non-degree-varying woodburner, the tip broke and now it’s useless until we can figure out how to fix it.

As a surprise, Jamie made me a plague doctor. I’m going to try to get a photo of it because I think it’s adorable and I love it. I don’t know if I want to set it up at the computer or if I want to set it up in the craft room. Currently, it’s been hanging out on the computer desk with the rest of the various doodads I have scattered about.

I, on the other hand, have finally finished the Combo Breaker baby blanket that I was supposed to be done with back in January. Jamie had told me this past weekend that he’d promised he’d bring it to work to the parent whose child it’s for. It is 27 x 32, 151 rows, including the cast-off row, and 15 different shades of green. Every single green is a different shade and I think it’s really fun.

I have now made plans to make another baby blanket, this time in Gryffindor colours (much to my dismay because I am a Slytherin, but I love my friends). I’m going to add it to the ever-growing list of projects to make. I don’t know when I’ll get to it, and I don’t know how I’m going to do the stripes, but it’ll be added. Maybe I’ll have it done by the kiddo’s first birthday.


doing all i can

I’ve been trying to do all that I can while at work. It doesn’t help.

+ Last week, I thought I was making progress on Screechypants seeing me as more than something to yell at when things don’t go her way. But no, HeadBoss is in and that means Screechypants goes from being ok with lighthearted joking to “no one’s allowed to talk to anyone unless it’s a customer or I’ll pull you into the office!” I feel like I’m on a fucked up roller coaster ride.

+ The power cut out here at home two weeks ago because some idiot plowed through 3 poles down the street. Our buddies closest to it were out of power for a while. We, however, were out of power for maybe a minute. And now our HVAC system doesn’t work (super) and I don’t know how to fix it. Jamie says he gives up, it’s too hot, and he’s willing to overdraft the bank account in order to bring someone in to look at it.

This entire thing makes me realize that how the human body acclimates to things is absolutely fascinating.

+ Old Man and Ninja Dog Hobbes managed to get out of the basement and past the barrier to sleep on the floor in the livingroom earlier. I don’t blame him. The livingroom is cooler in the afternoons. The dogs are crazy, as usual.

+ I am still working my way through the Combo Breaker blanket. I’m at 121 rows of 180. Soon. Soooooon I will be done with this thing.

So of course, I’m planning on making another. This time in Gryffindor colours, despite my love of Slytherin. Because I have sucker written on my forehead.

+ I’ve been having nightmares every night for the past two weeks. Sucks for trying to sleep, but some of it is interesting enough to write down later for story ideas. When I can remember things, lol.

+ I’ve managed to jot down story ideas for one story and a few notes for other possible stories. Now if only I’d write them.

I can’t help but laugh

+ The power went out at work yesterday. We had to have someone yell at people coming towards the store to say we’re closed as a bunch of us rushed to get all the cold stuff into the freezers/coolers as fast as possible. I think we made it. (Jamie hit the store this morning while I was working on brushing my hair and said it was open). I was told to “go away” at 5.30 because I was supposed to have left at 4. We wound up with 3 associates from other stores and 2 of the loss prevention guys.

+ I ended up getting frustrated because I had just gotten the lottery tickets I needed to have in the machine that day because it hadn’t arrived the day before.

+ Opening up a case of M&Ms in a pitch-black store makes an echoing farting noise.

+ I now have just over 3.5 hours over my scheduled time. The first hour, we don’t know what happened. The second hour was when Screechypants asked if I could stay over a little bit to help out. An hour and a half was from the power-outage, and a handful of minutes is from the usual end-of-shift discussions.


+ I spent 5 hours brushing my hair. It sounds crazy, but I also haven’t brushed my hair in…days. I don’t remember how long ago it was (that’s bad, I know) So now my hair is braided and pulled into a pony tail. I still need to un-braid everything, re-brush because I’m sure I’ve missed a knot or three, and work on separating my hair for tomorrow.

+ Tomorrow is May the Fourth (I’m more of a Revenge of the Fifth person), so I’m planning on putting my hair into buns and wearing glitter.