Update

Well, first off, I hate Fords. The check engine light is on in our car. I don't know why. Probably because the fates hate us. We thought it might be the oil (and it was low...) but it wasn't. Now we have no idea what it is. Anyway, today I went to my mom and dad's house, and my mom gave me a beautiful comforter with three labs on it. We're going to put it up until we have an actual bed. You know, as opposed to our mattress on the floor. *rolls her eyes* I can't WAIT to get a new bed. I'm going to try to talk Dave into doing one of those rent to own places. I mean, yeah you end up paying more but at least you don't have to pay it all at once. I want a couch too. Anyway...
So I went to the library. I got Stephanie (the yarn harlot)'s first book. At Knits End: Meditations for Women who knit too much. It is pretty neat. And I also got some more knitting books. I'm going through them and I'm going to copy the patterns I like so I can go back and do them later. Hmm... I think that's all the news for now.

Soap Box - Topic: My Husband

Ok, really. My husband is such a freaking baby. I can't even take it anymore. He just was sobbing his eyes out and saying that he wanted to kill himself because he's so stressed out. First of all, it's interesting that he'd get stressed out now, and not when he got fired, or in the like, 3 weeks he didn't have a job. But sure, now that he's about to get paid, sure he should be stressed out. And secondly, his priorities suck. I mean, here I am feeling so unloved that I'm about to leave him and he's so stressed out about money that he would rather die. You know what I just heard, when he said that? "I'd rather die than be here with you." That's how I feel. But no, no one ever thinks about how what they say will make me feel. He's so stressed out about money that he's missing the big picture, which is his family.
Another thing. He got mad at me for telling the dog to get down when I was on the phone and he was RIGHT in my face. You know what he said? "Would you do that if that was your child who needed something?" Well, first of all, the way it looks now I'm never going to have any f-ing children, so what the hell does he care?? And secondly, no, but I would expect my 17 year old (that's how old I've figured Storm to be) to be RIGHT IN MY FACE when I'm on the phone. You see? And he thinks I'm yelling all the time. Well, I'm talking loudly, but it's probably because you keep the TV so freaking loud. Seriously, the volume? It's all the way up. Really, is that necessary?

I love Linda

Yeah, I know that sounds funny. But I do. See, yesterday Linda and I were out doing stuff for partylite (we had a meeting and we went to a candle party), and on the way home she asked me to make those fetching gloves for her, in black, so she took me to Joann's Fabrics, and bought some black yarn. And in the meantime, she bought me this yarn, in this color, natural pink.

And OMG you would not BELIEVE how soft this yarn is! I LOVE IT!! And I love Linda. She bought it for me.

Another day in paradise

Yeah, you guessed it. Dave and I had yet another fight. This time was different. I broke down in the middle of the fight. The we talked about it, and talked about what was bugging us about each other. (Well, everything bothers me about him lately but it's only cause I'm not feeling the love.) I just don't think he understands me. I don't think he realizes how much it hurts me that he doesn't ever just like... sit and be intimate with each other. And he never ever tells me he loves me unless I say it first. You know what it would mean to me for him to say it first? It would mean the world. *sigh*
In other news, I am about 1/5 of the way done with my second glove. I'm waiting anxiously for my new yarn to come. I've already got a couple of projects planned for my new yarn. (I actually think I need to buy a lot more of the off-white, I have two projects that I think would look really good in off-white. This and this. I'm also working on a list of projects to start in the next two months for Christmas presents. *grin* I've definitely got it bad. Last night I kept forgetting to talk to Angie because I was looking at this yarn. And let me just say this now. Oh GOD I can not wait for it to get here... ok, now I'm going to FORGET about the yarn for a while. I am. I swear.
Ok... maybe I won't completely forget... but I am going to not look at it. Definitely.

*SCREAM* (Don't worry, it's a happy scream)

Ok, I just need to get this off of my chest. Now, please, sit down (especially Angie) before you read the following. If you don't sit down, I am not going to be held responsible for any falling down you might do. Sitting down? Ok. I just CAST OFF my first glove. Ok, I know this took WAY longer than any normal human being would take to make a glove, but for pete's sake, this is only my like, second month of serious knitting, and I also have the attention span of a 3 day old goldfish. I was so excited as I was finishing. I was actually shaking by the time I took the last needle out and was looking at a (nearly) finished glove. I put it on. It looks sooooo good. Except that it's a little bulgy in one spot. Mostly cause I haven't made the thumb hole yet. I was going to do it and surprise the hell out of everyone (namely Angie *grin*) But I'm sleepy and my neck is killing me from all the knitting (I think I hold my head a funny way, or something, cause I've had bad neck pains all freaking day) and, though I'm not sure that I'll actually sleep, my eyes hurt from staring at dark purple yarn with low light for so long. So, Angie, be prepared to talk me through my first thumb tomorrow morning.
In other news, Dave DID get me chocolate. He actually tried to get me a blizzard but DQ was closed. Strange. Anyway, he did get me chocolate and he bought me some cheap candles (I know you all think I'm weird, after all I'm going to sell candles, why would I want more right? Well, I burn the cheap tealights in my Aroma Melts warmer (there's not a pic of mine on the site but you can see what they are there). See, you can't smell the tealight, you just smell the aroma melts thing that the tealight... well... melts. So what's the point in wasting my good candles? There isn't one. Anyway, after Dave got home we had a very nice Valentine's Day (now I KNOW you're surprised, after my last entry...) and now that I'm (almost) done with my glove I can sleep easy.
P.S. - I think I really have a problem here. Last night I couldn't fall asleep for like an hour. I even tried all of my normal tricks (my favorite one is to clear my mind and then work at relaxing every conceivable muscle in my body... I'm always asleep before I'm done. Well, almost always...) and still I couldn't fall asleep. Know what finally did it? I started thinking about cables. Thinking about making cables (and how pretty mine were...) was so enjoying and relaxing that I fell right to sleep. Obsessed doesn't begin to cover it.

Happy Valentine's Day?

Yeah, right. I'm sure that's what it is I'm having. A HAPPY Valentine's day. *annoyed sigh* Right. So Dave is being such an asshole I don't even remember why I thought it'd be a good idea to marry him. For those of you who don't know (Did I blog about it? I don't remember...) Dave lost his job. AGAIN. Now, he got a new job and started working Monday. Unfortunately, he doesn't get paid until March 2nd. Which is a problem because we haven't paid February's rent yet. Now, I don't know how many of you know renting laws, but MOST places won't let you go a freaking month without paying rent. So we're going to talk to them and let them know what's going on. Anyway... I'm not stressed out about this. I don't GET stressed about about shit like this. You know why? Because of something my old friend Joey once told me. "Smile-you're going to heaven." Why would I get stressed out when I KNOW I'm going to heaven when I die? If we do get kicked out of here I know we have thirty days from when they serve the eviction notice, which means if they served the eviction notice TODAY (which they can't- they have to serve a three day notice first) Then we will have gotten his second paycheck on the day that we have to leave. That's helpful. And also, he's mad at me because of two reasons. 1) I told him that I know I have a place to live if we get kicked out. My mom would let me move in with her. I don't know about him, but me and the dogs have a place to live. 2) He needed one of us to go to the bank. And the post office, and to get a newspaper. I told him I wasn't going. He's in disbelief about it. I don't know why. He's really stupid if he thought he could get me to go out in the middle of the worst storm we've had in like, 50 years, because he's too fucking lazy to get off his ass and do stuff that he needs done. And I swear to God if he comes back without bringing me a blizzard (from Dairy Queen. I've been craving one for like two days) or some chocolate (since it IS Valentine's Day and I still haven't gotten a gift from him... not even an e-card which is what I gave him since I have no money) I'm going to either scream my head off until he calls the funny farm on me, kill him, or leave him. I swear it. I'm sooooo done with his attitude towards me. I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING. He's the one who got fired, he's the one who can't support his freaking family. It is not my fault.

I hate winter

I hate winter. I hate everything about it. From the stupid below zero temperatures to the snow and ice and the bad road conditions. Especially the cold. However, this year, winter has sunk to a new low. I no longer hate it. I LOATHE it. And I've decided that the next time I move it will be to Florida. Or Hawaii. Or maybe Jamaica... that would be nice.

Here's what happened. So we have this HUMONGOUS blizzard thing going on. Snow, and lots of it, isn't even that bad or hard to deal with it. However, I live in Ohio. This proves insanely worse. First, it snowed. Then, a week later (after the snow has had a chance to begin to melt and turn to ice...) it snowed again. A lot. This was yesterday morning. Then, yesterday during the day (Tuesday) it began to get warmer. I know what you're thinking, oh good the snow will melt. You have never been more wrong. The snow didn't begin to melt. Instead, the snow turned to rain. Which froze when it hit the snow and the cold ground. And now, ladies and gents, it's SNOWING. Again. Let's recap. From the top down, it is snow, ice, snow, ice. When you step there's this double crunch sound. Oh did I mention the AMOUNT of ice?? over an inch. Of ICE.

I feel bad for the dogs. I took them outside and it took Storm about 5 minutes to find a place to pee. The whole time I'm terrified that he's going to break an ankle. Being that we have no money, this could be a problem. Then I take Mattie out. She's so freaked out by the ice (and I may have lost my temper with her once... she pulls REALLY hard...) that she didn't even pee.

My bad mood is not helped by the fact that 1.) I didn't get a lot of sleep yesterday because the phone kept ringing (toll free call it said, and they didn't even f-ing say anything...) and the dogs kept barking. At everything. They never STOP. But despite that I managed to be in a great mood till my husband came home in an especially foul mood. Which is point number 2. 3.) I working on my gloves all day. I have knit 12 rounds after the cable round, which either means that I have 6 more rows before I reach the thumb or I am THE SLOWEST KNITTER IN THE WORLD. It's taking forever. I swear I worked on them for two hours and when I stared I had 10 rows and when I finished I had only 12. It's freaking irritating. And finally point number 4.) IT'S 2:45 in the MORNING! I think I'm tired. I'm going to bed now. Hopefully this foulest of all days will have been but a dream. *sad sigh* I'm doubting it, but will continue to hope.

Obsessed

I'm really getting obsessed with knitting. It started out small. First it was every once in a while I stayed up late knitting. Then, my husband and I had a few fights because I didn't want to put down the knitting to do something for him (come on, I was in the middle of the row...) Then, it got worse. The phone rang while I was knitting and reading this blog. I didn't know what to do. There was a choice: answer the phone and put down the knitting, or let the machine get it. I then forgot about the ringing phone and continued knitting for about 10 seconds, only to realize that I really needed to answer the phone. :) Then just now, I didn't want to put down the knitting to talk to ANGIE. I mean... that's really bad. I need help. Maybe there's a twelve step program... but... I don't WANT to stop... (BTW: This post is violet in honor of the gloves I'm finding it so hard to put down)

Dogs and cats... this was emailed to me but I LOVE IT

Subject: Fridge notes for animal lovers for those of us who love cats
and dogs, this might be helpful information:

To be posted VERY LOW on the refrigerator door - nose height.

Dear Dogs and Cats,

The dishes with the paw prints are yours and  contain your food. The
other dishes are mine and contain my food. Please note, placing a paw
print in the middle of my plate of food does not stake a claim for it
becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing
in the  slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.  
Beating me  to the bottom is not the object. Tripping me doesn't help
because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed. I am very sorry
about  this. Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to 
ensure your comfort. Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when
they sleep. It is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other stretched
out to the fullest extent possible. I also know that  sticking tails straight
out and having tongues hanging out the other end to maximize
space is nothing but  sarcasm.

For the last time, there is not a secret exit from the bathroom. If 
by some miracle I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is 
not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw
under the edge and try to pull the door open. I must exit through the 
same door I entered. Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - 
canine or feline attendance is not mandatory.

The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's
butt.    I cannot stress this enough!

To pacify you, my dear pets, I have posted the following message on
our front door:

To All Non-Pet Owners Who Visit & Like to Complain About Our  Pets;

1. They live here. You don't.
2. If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture
    (That's why they call it "fur" niture.)
3. I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.
4. To you, it's an animal; to me, he/she is an adopted son/daughter
     who is short, hairy, walks on all fours and doesn't speak clearly.

Remember: Dogs and cats are better than kids because they:
1. Eat less.
2. Don't ask for money all the time.
3. Are easier to train.
4. Usually come when called.
5. Never drive your car.
6. Don't hang out with drug-using friends.
7. Don't smoke or drink.
8. Don't worry about having to buy the latest fashions.
9. Don't wear your clothes.
10. Don't need a gazillion dollars for college, and
11. If they get pregnant, you can sell their children.

I'm so awesome

Lately I've been learning how to knit on double pointed needles. I've been knitting these fingerless gloves. Well, I started them. And last night, I knit (or knitted?) my first cables! If you don't know what cables are then... well ask me! lol but I think everyone who reads this knows so... anyway, I was soooooo excited about it. I was like "I made that!!!" It was a lot of fun. You want to know the best part? I did it WITHOUT a cable needle. That's right. I rock. *grin* Anyway... I'll post pictures of them after I start working and can buy a digital camera. I promise. :)

Do I always have to come up with a Title?

Well, today has been a downright boring day. I got up this morning at 10:30 when my mom called. First, she called to tell me to wake up. *rolls her eyes* I went to sleep at 2:30. 10:30 is a perfectly acceptable time to wake up. Anyway, she also told me that she's not coming to my party. I'm having a candle party, next week. Yes, it's my second one in 3 months but this one is special to me. See, if you host a party and it makes 350 dollars, you can become a consultant and get your starter kit for free. So I'm having this party so I can start my own partylite business. Anyway, instead of coming to my party, she's going to take my nephew Austin out somewhere. I mean... I know I shouldn't be jealous of him because he's a child but I AM jealous of my sister. My mom went to every one of my sister's parties that she's had. That's so unfair. *sigh* Anyway, then my husband and I decided to make a deal. I'll watch a movie of his choosing if he'll watch one of mine. So he picked Apollo 13 (phew... not too bad as far as his movies go...) and I picked (he doesn't know yet...) Harry Potter. See, he HATES Harry Potter. *evil grin* So he'll HAVE to watch it and be happy about it. So there. Anyway, I'm working diligently on knitting those gloves AND reading the Merry Gentry series (Laurell K. Hamilton's Merry Gentry *grin*) So I'd better get to it.

OMG OMG OMG

Ok, not to sound like an obsessed fan, but OH MY GOD!!!! They released the date for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. *does a high pitched squeal and dances for a minute* Ok. I'm done. I can not believe it, I'm so excited. Do you know what this means?? It means... you know what? It's not good news. After this there will be no more Harry Potter to look forward to. *sad look* Oh well. At least Snape'll finally get his. At least I hope...

Anyway, hopefully in the end Harry doesn't die and he and Ginny live happily ever after. That's what's gonna happen, right? Right?? *sigh* Even FRODO Lives at the end Jo, really... *sighs again*

Ok, well, back to my knitting. I'm making fingerless gloves. *smile* It's fun. Lata!