My plans for New Year's Day

Eat steak, and black eyed peas, and cabbage, and grapes.  Plus, I'm going to do everything on this list, because you can never be too careful (except look out the window in the morning). Them I'm going to drain a bottle of champagne and smoke and watch something funny so I can laugh.  This last year had entirely too little laughter.  I'll invoke whatever superstition I have to in order to bring lots more laughter back into my life.

New Years Resolutions:

Eat food with vitamins.  Not all the time or anything.  Just most of the time.
Get a job.  One that doesn't make me want to kill myself. That doesn't sound like a tall order, but it is.
Stop hating life.  Scratch that.  Start loving life.
Start making stained glass.
Feel better.  How? I don't fucking know.  I live on a dead end street.  Figuratively and literally.
Someone told me the other day that I wasn't a very forgiving person.  Maybe I will work on that.  Who am I kidding.  This list is getting way too long for one year.
Maybe I'll take a vacation this year.  By myself.  Yeah, alone, that sounds magical.

The easy things on the list:
Floss more.
Wear sunscreen more.
Wear lotion more.

What I got for Christmas:

A second degree burn and cramps!

Merry Fucking Christmas!

The Home Depot

Met a bulldog lover in The Home Depot today.  She stopped and talked to Bucket.  She told me about how she makes her own food and her dogs get to eat a lot and still stay skinny.  I like this idea.  Bucket is always hungry.  I feel terrible about it.  She showed me pictures of her English puppies.  Love those bulldog lovers, they will talk your ear off.

Tired

For real.

Bucket reminds me of a black man

I know.  It's weird.  It has something to do with his eyes. His eyes remind me of this guys.  

Funk

And not the good kind of funk that I like.  Sometimes I just think I'm going through a bad luck streak where nothing good will happen.  I mean small good things happen.  I have good days. I laugh.  I have friends.  I really thought Bucket was going to break the streak.  Now, I have an irrational fear that Bucket is good and bad things will happen to him until he's gone.  I have to not think about it or I freak out a little.

I need some good things.

I need a box down there that says "Downer".

8 am is so much more palatable when you aren't waken up repeatedly in the night.

White Elephant

This white elephant thing has put a serious wrench in my cogs.  What the hell can I bring?

New Blog

For all my crafty endeavors.

Bitch be Crafty 

Late bloomer

I totally could have posted pictures already of the blanket I made. However, I totally forgot. Big surprise. Here they are.

P.S.

Didn't finish the bear today. Why? Didn't work on it at all and now I'm fucking tired. I got to put a face on that little motherfucker tomorrow. Tomorrow.

In case you missed the last post, my workspace is the floor. Now, we do have carpet. We were short changed on the padding though. No carpet pad. Concrete and the cheapest carpet they have at thehomedepot. My ass is hurting. My legs hurt in weird ways. But for some reason this works for me and I'm comfortable in this little place. So instead of getting a pillow, an anything to cushion me, I keep sitting on the floor. Fail.

Done

I finished knitting my first stuffed animal last night. Why in the hell did I ever think that would be difficult? One day project for real! Well, I need to stuff the bear and add the face, but come on, that won't take all day. Easy. Easy. Easy. I'm not gonna lie, it was giving me some anxiety. I should have looked over the pattern more closely. I thought there was going to be some trick stitches involved.

Here it is. Knitting. Notice my workspace. One person's chair is another person's table.

Dear Saturday,

Remember when we had a standing date for fun? Remember all that blissful intoxication, tons of laughter and the rest of it?

What happened?

Second (or however many) Opinion

I am planning on making some thing high leg warmers. I love them. I have for years (Notice I put this crappy scan on flickr in 2006). Now I have the skills to pay the bills, and I am finally going to make them for myself.

Here is where you come in. Which color?

The beginning

NaCraBloMo

I'm crafting and blogging because Jessica said so. Why wouldn't I? I have almost totally accomplished writing my first knitting pattern. What! What! You know it. I have a little more to do, but I don't have the supplies. Then I will execute the pattern and see if my math is really really stupid or I did it right. Then I will go on to conquer the world.

Plus, by Friday evening I should be able to post blow you away pictures of my masterpiece.

P.S. I like NaCraBloMo better because "BloMo" sounds like "blow me". Or even "No Crying, Blow Me" When is that month?