Jeans and Sneakers

We got two trick-or-treaters tonight.  I took the first one and Rob took the second one.  (not literally took, you know what I mean, c’mon now.)  The girl I opened the door to just stood there.  She was maybe 4 or 5, possibly 6, and she just stood there.  I looked at her.  She looked at me.  I said, “well, what do you say?”  She held her pumpkin basket up in my face.

wtf.

I said, “You’re supposed to say ‘trick-or-treat!’”  again, a blank stare.  I gave her extra candy, so that her retarded parents standing at the bottom of the stairs would be worn the eff out after she binges on chocolate and peanut butter.  A fitting punishment for not teaching your kids what to say when begging for candy at stranger’s houses.  >:[

I finished the back of my dad’s sweater.  I messed it up somewhere along the pattern, ended up with the wrong amount of stitches, but who cares?!  It still looks like it’s supposed to, so I’ll just start on the next piece.

I’ve also turned the heel on Rob’s sock #1.  I actually got a little bit further on it because we were watching “V for Vendetta”, and I needed some mindless stockinette.

Work blows, and that’s all I’ll say about that.

I’m getting excited, I want my acrylic stuff to come in the mail.

So, This is how my burn makeup came out.  I was pretty pleased with it.

In case I haven’t mentioned, I was “V” from V for Vendetta for Halloween (I still feel shitty for not dressing up on the actual day, but I’m not going to take that kind of abuse from my coworkers, they’re just no fun.  :[  ).

I was really happy with how my makeup came out, and the actual costume itself, but being that I didn’t know too many people at the party we went to, and the people I did know didn’t recognize me, and then stayed away from me/Rob even after they knew who I was, made the party kind of lame.  We left fairly early.

Saturday was a day with a lot of running around.  We had to go get Rob’s Jeep, and it was very far east and north of here.  Then he had to drive back there again to return the dealer plates.  And there were issues with my bank card that were just plain retarded, a result of my withdrawl to pay for the B&B the previous weekend in Red Hook.  >:[  I was not amused.

Not too bad for piecing things together.  What really made the costume was the “vest” that was originally a pleather catsuit from Halloween 2000 when I was Storm from the x-men. . .lol.

I did scars on Rob’s face to make him look like the Masochist from Ichi the Killer, even had little fake piercings.  It looked awesome, but the picture isn’t very clear.  Damn me for not taking better pictures of my work. . .*sigh*  It wasn’t too shabby for a last minute costume.

Sunday was more mellow, but still kind of hectic, we haven’t had a day where we could both just be home and stay home for over a week now. . .and it’s wearing me down.  I look forward to doing nothing this coming weekend. . .if it ever gets here.  It’s only Monday.  :/

I think that latex makeup made our faces break out.  :[

That’s pretty much it.  Nothing too exciting to report.

Oh, except for that the movie “Love Actually” is very good!!  My dad’s been talking about it for a long while, and we finally got around to watching it, and it had me rolling the entire time.  Definitely a great flick.

Ok, I’m done.  As you were.

Sleeping is probably one of my favorite things to do.  You can ask my mom.  Ever since I remember, I’d fight with her in the mornings, cause she’d try to wake me up to go to preschool/school so she could go to work, and I’d fight her, cause all I wanted to do was sleep.  I’m definitely looking forward to sleeping past 7:48 am tomorrow.

This week flew by pretty quickly.  Aside from one task at work, I’m kind of caught up.  And I don’t really think it’s going to be possible for me to catch up on inventory anyway. . .so I’ve stopped worrying so much about it.  This makes for a much more pleasant work day.

I’m seriously considering dismantling practice sock #1 to make a pair of gloves.  I don’t have gloves this year, my favorite and only pair from last year got holey, and though I thought I was saving them to unravel and re-knit, I must have put them in a giveaway bag on accident.  Point being, I’m out a pair of gloves.  This morning I had to scrape frost off my windshield with no gloves.  This made me unhappy.  I need gloves.  Now that I know the pattern for Rob’s socks works, I’ve started his pair, and I think I’ll take apart practice sock #1, and use it and the rest of the matching yarn I have on a nice pair of gloves for the winter.  Goodness knows when I’m supposed to get those done though,  since I’ve started Rob’s socks now and I’m still supposed to be working furiously on my dad’s sweater.

The one really good thing about working at my job, is that every day that I work there, I get more and more convinced that I actually can work for myself.  Little things that I think could be done more efficiently, big things that I just don’t agree with how they’re being handled. . . I think that I definitely have enough sense to work for myself.  It feels good to have that kind of confidence in myself once in awhile.

I want to try to make something this weekend that I can test sell.  I don’t know what, maybe a couple of pieces of jewelry,  maybe start on some new random dolls, maybe draw some silly pictures or comics or something. . .I need to do something.  To get back into it.

Tomorrow I’m driving Rob to pick up his new-to-him jeep.  He’s pretty excited about having a decent truck.  After that I’ll just have to get crafty.  Ugh, and I have to go grocery shopping too.

Who’s Victor?

So yes, we went to Rhinebeck. And this is the post where I bombard with pictures and stuff. All of my pictures except for one were of animals. I’ll only post my favorites.

This pic cracks me up. Look at the sheep dude in the background. Look at the sheep dude in the fore-ground. I could easily see this picture with people instead of sheep. It would be something like a calvin klein ad. Lol.

This goat. He wants to be famous. Can’t you tell? I swear he was posing for me. He was so nosey and wanted to see what I was doing.
Animals can be so much more amusing than people sometimes. :p

This kid didn’t give an eph about where he was. He wasn’t crying, not throwing a tantrum. . .he was playing with a wooden car on the floor. If I were four, I would’ve been down there with him, trying to get him to have a race to see who could slide on their butt across the floor the furthest.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Kangaroo in person. It’s fun to watch them hop. I felt really bad though because they looked cold. :[ Maybe I should have knitted him a blanket. He could have used it.
I couldn't help but think of Babe. It was pretty cool to watch and cheer for the doggies that were doing well. :] There were some annoying people around there watching too though, so I didn’t stay long. There was this one woman who kept saying “LOOK AT THE DOG! LOOK AT THE DOG! LOOK AT THE DOG! LOOK AT THE DOG! LOOK AT THE DOG!” In rapid fire high-pitched sentences. Holy annoying.
Tell me. . .just look at him and tell me, that he doesn’t look like a slipper. I wanted to take him (and all of the other bunnies) home. They were relatively cheap, and they needed better treatment. Most of them were scared out of their wits.

So . . .what kind of knitter am I that I go to a sheep and wool festival and don’t take any pictures of yarn? (Or of the bed and breakfast that I was so excited about staying at?)

So here’s what I got. I wasn’t too impressed with the yarn. There was nothing there I couldn’t get on the internet, and most of the yarn was overly scratchy. I dunno. Maybe I wasn’t looking right. Anyway, from left to right, you have a set of four felting needles, 500 yards of merino sock yarn in a varigated grey/white, 1500 yards of merino dk/worsted yarn in a varigated dark grey/grey/white. I wanted to get something for myself, and I’ve been wanting to knit myself a sweater for the longest. . . so there you have it. The sock yarn was an impulse buy from the same vendor. . .it kind of matched, and I just love making socks. I really have to wash the yarn though, because it smells awful. I’ll have to invest in some wool wash or something.

As for the B&B, it left me wanting. . .the room was nice, and it had everything it advertised, but it was kind of ghetto, with cracks in the walls, the whirlpool bath was kind of broken, and the innkeeper had a facade of nice-ness that I just couldn’t get over. I don’t know if I’ll want to go to the festival again next year (maybe I will if my aunt can make it then, I was pretty bummed that she couldn’t make it out on Saturday :[ ), it’s extremely doubtful I’d stay there again.

I drove all the way there and back, which was my first “long” trip. My ankle was killing me from perching over the brake in traffic.

So coming back to work with nothing to look forward to now is a major bummer. And I’m so far behind it’s not even funny. I’ve tried to tell them how far behind I am, but either they don’t care, or they’re just stupid. I was supposed to go in early today to try and start catching up, but I really couldn’t make myself get out of bed that early. I’ll try again tomorrow. Maybe get some breakfast.

I was looking for a pattern for the yarn I bought for myself, but I thought it over and I really think I want to try to design something fabulous. I’m pretty excited about that, but I can’t actually work on it until I get my dad’s sweater and my socks and Rob’s socks done. Ugh, so much to do! Oh, I did get one of those practice socks done though. Not too impressive, and I hate the bind off method that’s in the pattern. I should have known better, the next one I’ll just do up with the kitchner stitch.

And it’s hard, so very hard, to *not* start all posts made on Mondays with “It sucks so bad going in to work”, or something to the same effect. I feel like I shouldn’t be mentioning it, it’s something we all know, but I can’t help to reiterate at least once every week. Truly, it’s not like it sucks any more than waking up and going to work on any other day, it just feels like it does.

I was having so much fun last night, I didn’t want to go to bed. I subscribe to Yahoo! Music, and I found this one station with all the songs from when I was growing up. I was just sitting here in my glory singing along and cleaning the room. It was such a good feeling. And then I had to shut off the music and go to bed.

Tonight we’re going out to get Thai food at this awesome place, in celebration of 3 & 2. This week’s probably going to be a busy one, with dinner tonight, friends over tomorrow and Wednesday, and the movie on Wednesday night, and then driving to Rhinebeck on Friday!!!

Which is another thing, I heard today from my mom that my aunt fell down this weekend, and she says she sprained her ankle, but my mom’s worried that it might be broken. This is the same aunt who’s supposed to be going to the festival and meeting up with us for lunch!! I hope she’s ok, I’ll have to call her later.

I want to try and keep up the productivity and happiness I experienced this weekend, and not fall back into the depressed funk that is so easy for me to slip into. I think I need to accomplish something every night to do so. I think tonight I’m going to try and tackle the heel of that sock I just stopped working on. I’d really like another handmade pair, and I can’t finish the jaywalkers until I get more yarn. And I promised myself no new yarn until Rhinebeck, so it’s these socks or nothing right now.

Oh! I also have to make myself a messenger bag I’ve been planning on making for awhile, because I’d like a bigger bag to tote around the festival with me. Maybe I’ll start on that tonight. It’s either that or the sock. I’ll do something definitely!

Edit: WOO HOO!! The heel is turned!! It’s home free now!!!

So I made this awesome station on Yahoo! Music.  It’s playing all of my favorite songs from when I was growing up.  It’s great for cleaning and just reminiscing in general.  :]

I actually managed to be pretty productive this weekend, I did some flyer distribution, I managed to clean the house a little, and I played some oblivion.  I didn’t get any reading done, but that wasn’t really on my list of things to do.  I got Turbo’s other cage cleaned, and that was very high up on my to do list, it’s good to have that done.  The kitchen is also clean right now, which is good.  And the laundry’s put away.  I can come home tomorrow and relax a little bit.  That’ll be good.

I wanted to try to spin some this weekend, but our gas was shut off, and it was freezing in my room.  I really didn’t feel like going in there, or throughout the rest of the house very much.

I guess I needed to do something to get out of my funk.  I feel pretty awesome right now.  I should try to listen to music and get myself to do something every day so I don’t fall back into the funk.  Funk is not a fun place to be.

I got out of bed around 10 am today, and got kind of restless.  They shut off our gas last night for some kind of maintenance they were doing, and never called us back to see when we’d be home to turn it back on.  So the house was freezing.

I called the gas company and they said they’d send someone out and that they’d call before they came.  I walked around the house doing little things for about two hours.  I put on some make up.  I said hi to Turbo.  I moved the chair in my room and loaded up my sewing machine with thread.  I took out the fabric I’m planning on making into bags, and then I decided it was too cold in the room to sit and sew.  I repeatedly thought about how I should be running errands.  Around noon I decided I couldn’t walk around the house anymore, so I ate some Spaghetti-O’s, said bye to Rob and left.

The free book rack at the library now has about 15 contributions from me.  I put some of my CLI Flyers on the flyer table.  I went to my mom’s house to drop off the instruction book for my old camera for my brother, and to pick up the wig that I’m borrowing from my mom for Halloween.  I hung out there for a little while with my whole family, they went paintballing today.

I had a little scare where I thought that my starter had died on my car. . .but it must just be bugging out because it eventually started.  It’s probably going though.

I went to the craft store and dropped off some CLI Flyers there.  I also put some on the shelves at the bookstore that’s right there. . .which sucked me into buying a discounted bread book.  Then I went over to the office supply store to look for sticker paper, which is way too expensive, and instead I bought 5 composition notebooks with graph paper, and colorful gel pens.

Now I’m back home, the gas still hasn’t been turned on, and I’m hungry again.  I should be taking the front wheels off of my car, but I’m not, because there’s no hot water to shower in after working on cars.  I could be making those bags I wanted to make, but it’s pretty chilly outside of the room I’m in, and I really don’t like being cold.

So I guess I’ll just sit here and do nothing, and see if anyone signs up for CLI.

Hence my lack of posting lately.  I haven’t been doing much of anything.

I could have sworn I’ve posted between the last post that’s up on the page and now, but evidence seems to prove me wrong.

I had a good three day weekend, I bummed around with Rob, watched lots of tv on dvd, and got some rest.  Monday I went in with him to his job, and I actually watched actual tv all day.  But I don’t think that it counts, since I only really watched movies on tv, and no actual tv shows.

I also read through my livejournal, and eventually when I came home, my paper diary.  I learned something too.  For the past really long time (throughout all of my bitching about how I hate working for anyone and wanting to start a business,) I’ve been really depressed about how I’ve handled my work situations at the places I’ve been employed.  Namely, quitting when I get sick of it, and not necessarily making sure I have anything else lined up.  But when I went back and read through my diary entries, and my lj posts, I really had some pretty effing good reasons for quitting those places.  I’m a pushover when it comes to my employers, and they use me.  All the time they use me.  And when I finally get sick of it, quitting has been LONG overdue.

So I feel a lot better about myself now.  Knowing that I had more than enough reasons to leave the places I did, and it makes me feel better now, knowing that I want to leave this job, even though it pays well and my boss isn’t an asshole.  It makes me feel better because I’ve finally gotten it.  I’m just not cut out for an office job.  Like I’m not cut out for being a doctor.  There are just some things that I’m really not down with.  Having an office job is one of them.  Because when I look back, I did well at the other jobs I’ve had that weren’t office jobs.  The only real reason I quit was because of extremely low pay, or I was moving to a different part of the state.

So, looking at it this way, I feel way good about myself, and I kind of have a good feeling about going into business for myself.  Instead of the dread, doubt and terror I was feeling about it before.

I’m going to stay at this job until my debt is gone, even if I hate it.  It’s stupid at this point to give up so close to the goal.  If I can just get it gone, and get my teef fixed, then all I really need is a few grand to go on while I get stuff moving.

And I’m going to start making things.  Other things that I can sell on my site.  I’m not sure what yet, I’ll figure it out when I make them.  But they will be cool.  Which means my site needs a makeover if I’m going to have a store.  But that’s fine.  It’s look is over a year old.  :]

Rob and I watched so much Lost that we’re almost caught up to the weekly shows.  We decided to lay off it for a while and watch some more X Files so that we don’t have to wait for the Lost episodes weekly.  :]  Such couch potatoes now!