Howdy from da cave! Let the weekend begin! Pizza comin’ in a little while. Beerverage in hand. Life is good! 
Daughter will be here about 7:30 or so - first time I’ve seen her since Christmas! Meanwhile, meatloaf for supper.
I finished my afghan - guess I’ll need to buy yarn for the trip home. Can’t just ride without having my hands occupied…
New Desk! Pics on facebook soon!
Pizza has been ingested. Life continues to be good.
MOOOOOOM yay for seein’ FCD!
Rosie yay for new desk. I shall now wander on over to facebook to check it out.
Home from work. Apparently the [del]Youth prisons[/del] schools got out early, as we were knee deep in hooligans all day.
Spent a lovely evening with friends, followed by a solitary breffest of dippy ecks on corned beef hash and rye toast with marmalade. Yum!
I’m settled in with some knitting. I’m making an i-cord, which, between the stretchy yarn and the slippery needles, is a heroic pain in the ass. I’ve got about eight inches so far and I’ve got about five feet total to make. It goes fast and it’s not that technically difficult, so there’s that, but it’s still a pain.
TVCTPMO is active today.
Starting with the testosterone poisoning case who cut in too close for comfort in front of me on the freeway, then reacted to my hitting my horn by popping his arm out the window to give me a very energetic one-finger salute. Yeah, whatever, jerk. You’re still a bad driver. Several miles down the road, he took notice of me again for some reason (he was in another lane at that point), and felt the need to salute me again. Still only using one finger. Dude, GET OVER IT!!!
Then there was the trash can fire outside the front door of the store I work in.
Then there’s the killer case of cramps.
Then there’s DH feeling well enough to be a pest when I get home, but not well enough to have dealt with some urgent household stuff that now has to pend until Monday.
Grrrr.
What does it mean, “breffest of dippy ecks”?
What does it mean, “i-cord”?
So, a funny little thing or five happened. My orange got squeezed hard. Things have been absolutely insane here lately, complete with surprises which leads me to a dumb question…
How would I go about hiring movers to move things around within the house? RT and I are going to be moving into the apartment in the basement and my grandparents are going to be moving upstairs. Even though there’s no travel, there will be lots of carrying of furniture up and down the stairs or the hill and I’d really like to have someone doing most of it other than me, RT, and my father.
Those irritating little mysteries of life:
How does a cat who’s never around other animals get fleas?
I-cord is knitted cord; it is short for idiot cord, not because only idiots make it, but because it’s pretty easy. But, as **MsRobyn **said, it’s boring. I myself have a project right now which is going to require an i-cord bind-off of almost 400 stitches. I figure there better be a hot hockey game going on if I’m going to get through that!
How to make i-cord: knit two stitches (or number required for width of cord), knit two together, put all three stitches back on first needle, repeat. Forever. Or until you lose your mind.
Up, caffeinated, off to work.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 54 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 84 for the day. So, a coolish mornin’ followed by a warmish afternoon.
I was kinda wonderin’ why one would knit a cord for one’s iphone.
StickyBuns mayhaps craigslist? Friends who will help move stuff for beer and pizza?
Today’s big plan is to go to the :eek:Maul:eek: because OYKW needs some dress slacks. He really does. My task is to make him, make him, mind you, buy a pair of navy blue and a pair of black slacks. I am tasked with steerin’ him away from anything tan or khaki. I shall be rewarded for the successful compleltion of this task with N.O.L. at the good local Chinese place. This shall be a monumental task. Maybe I should take a flask of tequila with me.
Now I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy demands sustenance. Then purtification for goin’ out amongst the public must commence.
Happy Sattidy Y’all!
Saturday flavored blurf
sticky, do any of your friends have teenagers who would work for a twenty, soda and as much pizza as they could hold? That’s usually my moving strategy.
swampy, no love for the grey slacks? They go with anything black or navy does and tend to lend a dignified look to most men.
After I hit the grocery sto’ today, I’m meeting with my SIL and a couple of friends for an afternoon movie and dinner. Not even sure what we’re seeing yet, but it means getting out and doing something.
I was thinking of doggio and. did last evening when they made the official announcement about the 2016 All Star game being awarded to Nashville. (of course, I already had a heads up that we’d be awash in hockey fans that week. 
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I had to take my poor Brandi to the vet last night. My husband was rubbing her chest when his finger slid into a hole! :(:eek:
Once I got her to the vet, it was discovered she actually had three wounds on her chest, the big hole and two smaller holes. It’s hard to say if she was bitten or if she ran into something. At any rate, the wounds were cleaned out, and the big wound received three sutures. It couldn’t be closed completely because it’ location, size and shape.
I have to put warm compresses on the wounds twice a day to see if there is any drainage. All of the wounds have pockets and can become easily infected. She’s also on antibiotics and pain killers.
Poor thing, we had no idea anything was wrong until my husband discovered it last night. We don’t know when it happened, but it must have happened while we were out and about yesterday afternoon, because I always rub her chest at night and the wounds certainly weren’t there the night before.
I don’t think we have any plans for today. If we don’t, I may just brave the mall. I am in need of a pair of dress slacks and some sweaters. I happen to have a gift card which will help nicely with the purchases.
Happy Saturday!
Well partial happy anyway.
I finally got the lawnmower out of my kitchen, put together and in the shed where it belongs. I have a list of 50+ things that need to be done and it is very slow going. I’m not up to doing a lot and I hate asking Sah-son to do everything.
We have survived a trip to the :eek:maul.:eek: The purchase of pants has been achieved. red he did end up with a pair of charcoal gray slacks as well as black and navy blue. I also purchased a pair of charcoal gray as I did not have a pair of slacks in that color. Plus, N.O.L. at the local good Chinese place was teh nummy!
Nuttin’ else planned for the day. OYKW is havin’ naptime. I shall make up some burgers at some point as well as slice up some N.O.T. for fries. This shall comprise dindin.
Taters poor {{{Brandi}}}! Hope she’s better soonest.
Sari it’ll all get done when it gets done. Two or three things a day and before you know it, that’s all done and then you can do some of the other never endin’ housestuff!
Blurf.
Went to Weight Watchers this morning and had breffest with the sprog after. Came home to install the vertical antenna that’s been taunting me for the past few months. Put the thing together, go to drop it in the base and realized that no matter where I put it, there are good odds that it’s going to hit one of the three power lines that form a triangle over my backyard. So I took the thing apart and it’s now in the basement until I can sweet-talk one of my radio buddies into installing it on the roof, where it’s not going to hit anything and where no one can see it.
So, kids, Saturday was brought to you by the letter “D” for “disappointment”.
I’m glad I hadn’t bought living room furniture yet. I can’t find anything I like but my mother just called and told me to come get her furniture. I don’t like her furniture but it’s free and in fairly good shape so there you go.
She is determined to get everything out of her house so she can move.
I could probably take her dining set too except I really don’t like it and have no where to put it. Unless I put Sah-son out of the front room and make him move upstairs. It’s too convenient having him down here, he can take care if the dog at night.
Her bf isn’t doing well. The doctors changed his chemo and now he is getting sicker and doesn’t want to eat. H’s in the hospital now, his blood sugar dropped to 45.
I should be up doing something but I’m not.