| Knitting
Saturday morning started off very happily with a knitting meetup at Panera. These gals are funny, witty, and good conversationalists. Add million calorie pastries, coffee and knitting, and it is pure bliss.
Hometown Prophets
After knitting I saw Grandma who wants to know if whales have nipples. I said that they are mammals, and Grandma saw right through that evasion and asked about the nipples again. I took a picture of her with my cell phone, added her question, and sent it to my parents.
I used to make fun of Monkey because his mother would call from her cell. She leaves long, rambling messages on our machine. The cell messages would end like this: "Bye." Mumbling. "How do you turn this thing off?" Father-in-law says with increasing impatience, "That button, there. That one. Oh give it to me!"
But guess what? What goes around, comes around. My parents have a cell phone. I showed Dad how to set ringtones,take pictures, and check text messages a couple of weekends ago. So I've gotten several calls from them, and the chief complaint is not being able to dial the outbound calls.
On Sunday morning they called my cell. This may shock you. I answered my phone.
Dad: (sounding surprised) Why, hello! Why are you at our house?
WC: Actually, I'm not.
Dad: Why did you answer the phone?
WC: Um, it rang.
Dad: But I dialed our number to see if the phone dials out.
WC: My cell phone rang.
Dad: Really. Well, how 'bout that. Here talk to your mother.
Mom: Hi dearie, while you're at our house could you water the plants?
WC: I'm not at your house.
Mom: Why did you answer the phone?
WC: It rang. You called my cell phone.
Mom: No. We called our house.
WC: Okay.
Mom: Ooooooh. You had our phone forwarded.
WC: No. [Desparate attempt to change subject]. Did you get the picture of Grandma?
Mom: Well, I wish you wouldn't send that because I have to get my user name and password and logon to the computer.
WC: You could push the little button at the bottom of the phone. You remember looking at that with me?
Mom: I'm just not going to do that sort of thing young lady!
Moral of story: you cannot be a prophet in your own hometown. And also, do not make fun of your husband's parents because you get the ones you deserve and he's a better person than I.
Mom and Dad are having a wonderful time with their grandbaby. We had a delightful conversation that did not involve technology. Thank God.
More yarn
Jump back to Saturday morning before The Bad Things started. I also got to take a sneak peek at the new yarn shop in town, With a Twist. The shop blog shows what it looked like when I arrived. Yarn sorted into piles knee deep and everywhere. I've only read about this kind of yarn on the internet. The boxes were unpacked and some of the yarns (Debbie Bliss) came with knitted samples that are beautiful, perfect, wonderful. I also wanted to look at the Trekking XXL, but some other gals were sharpening their Addi turbos and preparing to do battle.
Sick kitty, pity-party, crappy weekend, and trying to just-deal-with-it
Kitty's at the vet overnight. Even though he's at the vet, I feel better about it because at least he is some place where they a) know how to deal with the extreme illness and, b) have an IV because he is not eating.
Crappy weekend recap:
1) Someone shot out our car window with a bb gun
2) Dead kitten in backyard
3) Emergency visit to vet twice
Somehow, even after such a crappy, crappy weekend, I managed to go to work and act normal up until 4 pm when I decided to go to home before a meltdown ensued. Also, everything broke. By everything, I mean about three times what I could handle. Still, most of it I did eventually repair fix. Some of it wasn't urgent. So you know, things seem to break when I am near them. I'm just sayin'.
Work recap:
1) No meltdown
2) Everything broke
3) Fixed enough things
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| | Happy Birthday to the delightful, creative, and mischievious, Mrs. BossieBoots! | | comments: Leave a comment |
| Friday, MossyMonkey noticed that 3 kittens had climbed into our yard. They used a neighbor's trellis to help them scale the privacy fence. I guess that they're 9-12 weeks old. There is a short-haired black one, long-haired black one, and a silvery-gray tabby that I haven't seen since Friday evening.
They seem to be somewhat uncivilized and won't allow us to touch them. But the noise! They mewed up a storm. I fed them a few treats and a neighbor looked over the fence later and fed them some chicken. By yesterday afternoon, it had become clear that they had no plans to leave. I set out some food and water. My thinking is that I don't want them to die, and food and water is the best way to entice them to come closer.
They drank the water and drank the water and drank some more. The little gray kitty hasn't shown up, and I hope it hasn't died. When I looked out last night, the two black kittens had moved into the playhouse and were lounging on its "front porch" and cleaning their whiskers. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| | Maturity is totally over-rated. I'd like to hide under the bed for the rest of the week. Thankyouverymuch. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| I'm studying for an exam, and it is so hard to focus. Suddenly, in order to have a reasonable existence, my life must be drastically different. The house must be spotless, the garden tended, books must be sorted, and obviously I need to work out everyday. Hello brain, hello? Just focus please.
Monkey has been very funny lately. Here are the things I remember:
*It's like 85 mph is the new 50
*There is no off position on the naughty switch
He said something else, but it eludes me. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| The sun is out today. It's been very gray the last few days. A quick trip to the store really lifts the spirits. Gas was $1.95 (!) so I filled up too.
The Subaru is the first 4-wheel drive car I've ever driven. Snow-packed parking lots are no challenge and there was no slipping and sliding on our icy side streets. Still, I'm an old lady at heart and kept it under 20 mph the whole time.
Maybe this afternoon, I'll try to sell some used books. Bookshelf space is at a premium, and I don't find myself needing to re-read Interview with the Vampire. | | comments: 4 comments or Leave a comment |
| | The wintry mix began on Friday. I've been home since then. Puttering kept me amused for Saturday. Sunday was harder but the wintry mix ended late in the afternoon. Today, I may simply have to go somewhere -- the store, McDonalds, anywhere. Does the kitchen really need to be cleaned again? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | I have half a pound of ground beef and an acorn squash to use for dinner. What would be a good thing to cook with them? | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | What American accent do you have? Your Result: The Midland "You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio. | | North Central | | | Boston | | | The West | | | The Inland North | | | Philadelphia | | | The Northeast | | | The South | | What American accent do you have?
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| | Subject: | Work | | Time: | 08:10 am |
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| | I'm just sayin' it is not possible to add the internet to a browser's favorites list. That is all. | | comments: 7 comments or Leave a comment |
| Dear Friendslist,
You are still adorable, quirky and chatty. Please do not take offense. I still prefer a gracious "you're welcome" although "no problem" isn't the end of the world.
Apparently I am out of touch about "no problem" in response to thank you. My last post in particular had to do with a carfully crafted thank you note to which I received a
1) "no problem" response
2) via email
3) with no punctuation
I didn't really like that person very much and the response rubbed my nose in it.
Yours,
WC | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | The correct responses to "Thank you" are "You're welcome," "you're very welcome," "my pleasure" or something equally positive. "No problem" is barely passable -- and usually only if a wink is included. "Ugh," "it's my job," and "whatever" mean you are a rube and society may ignore you with impunity. | | comments: 16 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Life | | Time: | 10:33 am |
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| | A friend's wife died yesterday morning. She had cancer that wasn't diagnosed until far too late. She was young, beautiful, and vibrant. I am very sad for my friend, his wife, their child and the unfairness of it all. | | comments: 8 comments or Leave a comment |
| | In the afternoon: mow the lawn, work on knitting my first sock, and nap. Evening plans: dinner with friends. Life should always be this good. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| I always accept flattery.
| You've Experienced 72% of Life | 
You have all of the life experience that most adults will ever get.
And unless you're already in your 40s, you're probably wise beyond your years. |
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