Monday, April 03, 2006
Trying it on for size...
Dirty Rotten Scoundrel
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Foot in Mouth Disease Running Rampant
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Babies, beers and brain damage
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I'm still here!

A double rainbow (taken from the car, again...) last Friday, when the sky was literally half black and half blue

Rat City Rollergirls!!

The lady who sang the National Anthem at the bout, telling my father that he was "cheeky". (My father is a bible-thumper, yet he hearts roller derby. This is the first drag queen he's ever seen in real life up close. He almost had a heart attack.)

Here's MHP, with his fan club sitting in front of him (he had 4-5 ladies my age following him everywhere because he's so engaging) and his GO SOCKIT WENCHES pompom.

I spent my lunch break today watching this man drop eggs wrapped in various containers off a hook and ladder truck :) Story tomorrow.
More tommorow.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Veni, Vici, Insanitee
Someone pointed out that I neglected to post pictures of the oven mitt and Socks that Rock Club stuff I got in the mail over the weekend, and they were right. I do that sometimes. I'm slow.
So to the left here, you will see a really kick-ass oven mitt that Angela over at Nashville SNB made, because I told her my embarassing Martha Stewart story. On the left of the picture, you'll see a skein of STR yarn, a bumper sticker that says "Don't come a knockin; if your socks ain't rockin", a pattern for socks (duh, I know) a button and a teensy tiny keychain skein of yarn that says "for emergency use". Thought that was cute.
Anyhoo, yes, I've cast on for the socks, which means I have a grand total of 4 pairs of socks on the needles. I'm not horrendously in love with this pattern...it's OK. The colourway of the yarn is a little odd. I'm not one to put yellow and brown together on purpose, but it looks OK in this pattern. I'll have to post pictures if I get any more done this weekend.
Rat City playing tomorrow - Throttle Rockets vs Sockit Wenches, and Derby Liberation Front vs Grave Danger. So that will take up most of my weekend.
Hope you enjoy yours!Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Unfinished BeesWax
some reason, looking at that picture makes me a little seasick, but I can't wait to wear these socks.
I love old commercials, don't you?
I normally despise Lindsay Lohan and everything she does. However, the Prairie Home Companion looks cute. And it has Tommy Lee Jones, Kevin Kline and Woody Harrelson in it, and you can't beat that trio. (Unless Vin Diesel, Wentworth Miller and Jason Statham are half-naked and oiled up with cooking spray in my kitchen. Then you really don't care about Kevin Kline and them.)
I was going to do a meme that Cara posted, but I'm tired and have already blogged a lot today, so I'm going to lie down and wait for this workday to be over.Stuff and Things
crawl Saturday, and realized that I finish a whole mess of things that I don't tell y'all about. Today, the count is at 2 (actually, 1 1/2) things. I have
finished a Clapotis that I started...um...like 9 months ago? And a Pomomonohouthastous sock. (I call it the hippopotamous sock because I have no idea what the actual title is.) Here are some pictures. (Look at me! I am sort of smiling
instead of snarling like a rude little Irish girl! This is because I finished something!! I am, however, not wearing makeup. I look like death.)
3. I am stuck on a colour scheme for everything I am buying. It seems to be either oceanic colours, or black. This is leaking into everything, including the new Saturn. (Which is not so new, since I've had it for like 2 months, but apparently, I neglected to tell y'all I had bought a new car after the death of the Beast.)
4. I need sleeping pills. I cannot sleep at night. I wake up in a dead panic, convinced that someone is trying to break into the house. It is usually only the GODDAMNED CAT scuffling around in the bathtub. I will, one day, learn to sleep through the cat's noises. It's only been a year.
5. I just came from a meeting with the Twat and the Teletubby. I couldn't look at either of them, which made speaking with them very difficult. (For those of you who don't recall, the Teletubby is the sidekick for the VP that the Twat is temporarily supporting. He has braces, and he's 50. It makes me giggle.) However, the greatest thing of all is that Teletubby told the Twat that she needs to find more to do. He says that I'm taking on so many responsibilities that she can't handle, that they're thinking of eliminating her position altogether. :)
I'm ecstatic. That just means more work for me. *sigh*Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Weekend Update
Here is MHP. At his karate test, because he wants to be the Chuck Norris when he grows up.
Either that, or a rollergirl.
He is the darling one on the left.
Then, we have mail call. And yarn crawl bootay.
I went on a yarn crawl with MHP and Christina. We started off at Village
Yarn & Tea, where I bought a skein of Trekking XXL(#5 in the picture), since everyone and their mom has been raving about how neato-keen cool it is. Then we went out to Acorn Street, where I bought a skein of Opal in American flag colours to make socks for MHP (his choice, #3 in the pic) and 2 skeins of Lorna's Laces in Camoflauge (#6) because I am obsessed with all things camo.
Then, off to Weaving Works, where MHP got to pick something else out, the lovely blue Manos (#2) for a hat for himself. Then to Tricoter, where I proceeded to cuss out a breastfeeding woman (long story behind that) and almost hit a brand-new Saab (we were in the "upper class" neighborhood of Seattle) and generally be a pain in the butt. I also bought a skein of Socks That Rock in Rolling Stone, even thought I knew I was getting more STR from my Sock Club :) (#4 is the STR)
As you can see, they did not last long in skein form, as I am in love with the ball winder that TB got my for Christmas. MHP also hearts the ball winder. :)
I was exhausted after that, went home and crashed out on the couch.
Sunday was a BIG mail day. Yes, I know it was Sunday, but we do nothing all weekend, including fetch the mail.
What did I have in the mail, you ask? Why this loverly package (see left) from Cari! I bought some yarn/fiber from her when she had a big stash-busting sale. #1 is a pound or so of merino (I think) in a colourway not named, but Cari calls it Melted Clown. So Melted Clown it is. (No, I don't have a wheel. Yes, I have more fiber than most people with a wheel. I'm saving up.) #2 is 2 skeins of a brushed kid mohair in some kick-ass reds, of which I should have really left in the skein (instead of winding it into a ball) because I want the blood-red as chunky highlights in my hair. Ah, well. #3 is a kit for making beaded spider socks that are so much fun to knit, that I almost finished the entire spider part last night while watching "Walk the Line".
A side note: I hate Reese Witherspoon with a deep and unbridled passion. I don't understand why. I've met her several times, and she is a very nice person. It is inexplicable. HOWEVER - I love her with an equally deep-running passion in "Walk the Line". I don't think she deserved the Oscar (flame me all you want) for this movie.
More packages arrived this weekend - I got my Socks that Rock Sock Club kit, and a really kick ass oven mitt from Angela at NashvilleSNB! (I won the oven mitt by telling my embarassing Martha Stewart story that I will tell y'all some other time.) I'll post pictures later - Blogger hates me again.
God, I should probably just bite the bullet and switch to Typepad.Green Jello Shots and the Ensuing Weekend
God. I am a drunk ho. I have to explain the kissing one...wait, no I don't. Make up your own story, but no. None of those dudes up there is TB. And I have no idea why my arm looks so giant in that last one with the cowboy dude.
SO! Onto sober things, and yarn of all kinds. Saturday started off entirely too early, with MHP's karate test.
Disregard peoples, Blogger has stopped uploading pictures AGAIN. I've apparently taxed the limits. I'll post the yarn crawl pictures and MHP's karate test pictures this afternoon or tomorrow morning.
PS - congratulations should be in order, I am the #5 result for a Google search for "Catholic Schoolgirl Stripper". Let the party commence.Friday, March 17, 2006
Wow. Beware of the Girly-Bits.
Me. I am a prime example. I have a specific sweater from an outdated hockey team, the Toronto St. Pats, that I wear EVERY YEAR. And have since I was 14. You say you've never heard of the St. Pats? Well, they won the Stanley Cup in 1922, and they're known today as the Toronto Maple Leafs.
Yes, I am a dork.
I also have a recent addition to my Saint Patty's Day wardrobe, the
"Everyone Loves an Irish Girl" teeshirt, bought last year at the local Target store for $1.99. (Ignore my sullen look. It's an Irish thing. We drink and fight, it makes us tired. Plus, I can't seem to find my mascara.)
I also have my green Jaywalker socks, but I'm not wearing those today because they're dirty.
MOVING ON!
If anyone in the general Seattle area cares to join me for some Irish/Roller Derby revelry this evening, I will be at the Funhouse around 9.
Look for the redhead with the beer. I know, that sort of narrows it down. You should probably LISTEN for the LOUD redhead with the beer.
Maybe that's not a good clue. Hey, if you want, come on down. Should be a good time - the Throttle Rockets are hosting a party down there.
PS? I love that I'm drinking an Asian produced beer on an Irish holiday. One of the people from our Asia-based team just came and toasted everyone. And now my cheeks are all red.
Time to go home!Wednesday, March 15, 2006
To provide entertainment and wittiness
- This is more fun than a bucket of chicken. (No, I don't know what that means. I just waste a lot of time, causing a lot of hurried task-finishing at the end of the day)
- Can't watch television because you have derby practice on Sundays at the same time as Grey's Anatomy and Desperate Housewives? (Not that I watch either of those shows, but GOOD GOD why did Meredith sleep with George, and what the hell are they doing to Bree?) Read up here, it will do you some good.
- Go see the girls with the Fug. I cannot stop laughing sometimes at them. With them. At their writing. Whatever.
- Here is an entire gallery of people with a love for Photoshop and a lot of skills. Mad skills. Like bow-hunting skills. And computer-hacking skills.
I need a nap.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
I'll be nicer when you'll be smarter.
- I have not yet punched the Twat. But I would really like to kick her in the box.
- My boss went to bat for me with the Big Man (aka the VP, Twat's "boss" right now.). Big Man is scared of me, since he is only 5 foot 5, and I am an Amazon woman. Big Man told the Twat that she needs to leave me alone, because she is not my boss.
- The Twat spent most of yesterday pouting in her office with the door closed. When she came and went from her office, she slammed her door really hard. A picture fell off my wall. I promptly fell out of my chair laughing. This only enraged her further. I didn't care. It was the greatest moment ever.
- I had to try really hard not to gloat yesterday and today. I really wanted to point and laugh. But I worked...instead of calling everyone I know to bitch about the problem, knowing FULL WELL THAT MY NEIGHBORS CAN HEAR ME. Silly Twat, Trix are for kids!
I'm done with this for now. Until she comes into my office again. Then I'll have to hurt her.
Practice on Sunday was BAD ASS. Our coach, Warden Peace (ha! He used to be a prison warden; I take FULL CREDIT for his name!) let us have BOUTING practice!!!
The short version, for those of us just joining the program, is that we skated around in circles and hit each other real hard. The long version can be found here - if you're interested in the intricacies of derby. (And this is just plain cool...I like Apple ads. I am a nerd.)
So I went balls to the wall, for this one. I'm one of the bigger girls on our team, height-wise and girth-wise. I'm a menace. I took out half of the team before I landed on my own skate on my already injured posterior.
Ow.
Needless to say, I think I'll have to hit up a couple more blocking drills before trying to seriously injure other people. Doesn't mean it wasn't the best thing I've done in weeks... *wink*
And to end a really loverly post, here are some pictures from the Rat City Charity Brawl a couple of weeks ago.
Nevermind. Blogger is not uploading photos, and apparently is arguing with me. I will post this post before it deletes all my wittiness.
ps - finished the body and hood of the Rogue. Started a sleeve. I just may have this finished by Friday. And by saying that, I've guaranteed that I will end up in tears at 3 am on Friday morning because I cannot figure out how to set in sleeves on the goddamned thing.
Friday, March 10, 2006
It's on, like Donkey Kong.
*insert witty title here*
Well, hello there internets. I have not seen you in quite some time. At least since yesterday. Wasn't yesterday Tuesday?
I am tired, I am cranky. I am overly sensitive. I am not witty today at all, and the Twat is back on the rampage.
I had no energy to deal with her yesterday, so I shut the door to my office.
As a gesture of thanks for shutting my door to keep all of the insanity and cuss words in my office, I get the following email from the Twat (who sits next door to me):
Libby I would ask that you please have your door either fixed or stop slamming your door ASAP!!!! You constantly are slamming your door and it’s very disturbing especially when I’m on important phone calls for {the Vice President}!!! Thanks, The Twat
Dear The Twat,
I have several problems with this email.
- Nobody constantly does ANYTHING. Unless you are OCD. Quit exaggerating. You're constantly blowing things way out of proportion.
- The grammar is atrocious, as it is with most of the emails I receive from you. (To and Too are TWO different words. It's a wonder you know how to use them. Oh, and they're and their are two different words. THEY ARE NOT INTERCHANGABLE). I'm no college graduate, but I have a bit of appreciation for the English language. Don't abuse your right to use it.
- You're representing the VP of our organization. Do not take his name in vain, and do not use eleventy billion exclamation points in a two sentence email, citing him as the excuse. The important phone calls of which you speak are usually to the cellular telephone companies to try and find out what's wrong with one of his 9 cell phones he uses. (No, I'm not kidding. I don't know why he has 9 different phones. Maybe he likes to call himself.)
- I'm sure my boss would approve the $450 charge to put a piston door jam thing (I don't know the word for it, but it stops doors from slamming) onto my office door because it disturbs you. Let me go ask him. I'm sure he won't laugh out loud and ask me if I'm joking.
- If you didn't slam your door every 18 minutes, vacuum at least 2 times per day and play CELINE DION at top volume all day long (without bothering to turn it off when you leave for your 2 hour lunch) then I would probably be a little more receptive to your constructive criticism.
- You hide behind your emails. You can't tell me stupid things like this to my face (HELLO! I work a whole 9 STEPS AWAY FROM YOU!) but you can berate me in email? Pussy.
- My boss sits on the other side of you and slams his door all day long. Would you like me to forward this email to him to let him know how much you appreciate it? I thought not.
- I wouldn't have as much of a problem with this if I didn't hear you call me "insubordinate" this morning in conversation with another of the Menopause Squad. (Oh, and "insubordinated" is NOT A WORD.)
Much love, hugs and kisses,
The Slammer
I might be overly irritated by this, and you may think I'm just being a total idiot (or a Twat, as the case may be) but add up all the stuff I haven't told you about that she's done, plus the fact that I have a migraine and a pulled hamstring, PLUS I think I'm coming down with something, and it all adds up to the fact that I'm whining about something I really could care less about.
I just like to have something to blog about :)
Skating last night and Wednesday night went really well. I need to start sleeping more...I've been averaging about 5-6 hours of sleep per night, and that makes it hard to practice when you're falling asleep during laps.
I'm working on finishing the Rogue sweater by Friday (next Friday) since it's green, and I'd like to wear it for St. Patty's Day.
I'll post more pictures (than this one lonely pic) of the Rat City bout tomorrow or Monday - I'm warning you now, though...they're pretty grainy. The lighting was bad. And my camera skills suck.
Happy Friday everyone!
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
200th post!
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Blogger-versary?
*totally talking about work*
- To ask as many inane and mind-numbing questions as possible, while wasting as much time of as many people as one is able to. You want examples? We had a giant breakfast meeting with the corporate VP yesterday morning (Monday). At 3pm Friday, I call the catering department to confirm that there will be food. Long story short, there's no food because it was never ordered. BFD, right? The Twat launches on an email tirade about what a disaster this would have been if nobody had caught this and how bad this looks and how terrible this all is (NOTE: NOONE WOULD HAVE KNOWN IF SHE HAD NOT SAID ANYTHING). And CC's our department head and a bunch of other mucky mucks on the email. When they respond saying "Well, it's a good thing Libby caught it then, huh?", she says "But what would have happened if she didn't catch it? Who would have taken care of it? I'm only filling in, and I don't have the time to learn all of the intricacies of the job!" (Take note of that last part. It's important for the storyline)
- To muck up as much stuff as possible, causing FUBAR situations and forcing someone else (read: Libby) to have to clean up the mess. So I am typing this from a loaner computer, because my regular desktop I use at work has overheated and needs a new part. (The tech guy says I work too hard, and I blew out the exhaust fan making my computer work so hard. HA!) So I'm a little slow, because I've been setting up all of my profiles, downloading my necessary tools, etc, so I can actually DO MY JOB. She came into my office yesterday morning (being well-apprised of the situation) looking panicked. "We're supposed to have this video meeting tomorrow morning, and there's no technician scheduled to assist!!" she whines. Duh. That's because I went through 4 hours of training a couple of weeks ago so I could set up these meetings myself and not bother with technicians, who are always late and never helpful. So I explain that to her, and she says "Ok, well I'll call and schedule the technician then." So I have to spend a half hour on the phone with the tech guy (when he calls, because he's confused as to why I wouldn't handle this) explaining. *sigh*. Then there was the narrowly-avoided Korea ticket disaster, where I was handling the VP's travel for NEXT WEEK because she said she was too busy, and she returned the tickets to travel when they were delivered because she didn't order them and didn't know what they were for. Which, in turn, caused me to have to drive to the travel department to wait for the courier to retrieve them again. The other one is a really long complicated stupid story that I'll email offline (hotrodlibbyloo AT yahoo DOT com) if you want to hear it because I'm getting tired of typing.
- To actually interview and possibly take over Pom's old position. Hence the reason I told you to remember the last line of #1. If she interviews for this position and gets it, you can be damned POSITIVE that I will not stay here. I've already expressed this to the HR department, my boss and her possible future boss. I've made it abundantly clear that yes, I am being 12 years old and pouty, but it is increasingly difficult for me to do both my job and her job for the interim, and that she has FUBAR-ed more situations than I care to explain (oh would you like examples Libby's Boss and HR lady? Of course, here are 10 pages of emails sent in the last 2 days that you both have also received on the recent Breakfast Catering Fiasco Narrowly Avoided. Read up.) and I don't want to be put in a long-term position to continue this, when she would be in a "more senior" position and getting paid nearly twice what I do. And I would not get hazard or combat pay.
So I'm looking for another job.
No injuries to report from Sunday's practice, but I did go to the Charity Brawl for the Rat City Rollergirls on Saturday, and when my normal computer comes back from the sick bay, I'll post some pictures and tell some kick ass stories.
thanks for all the nice comments, and Joe, your hat will come soon enough. Quit asking.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
"You know what would be fun?"
I wholly believe Stephanie when she says that some of the most remarkable things that happen start out with that simple phrase:
- Cutting my own hair this evening. (Hence the Elvgren pin-up up there.) I'm tired of having boring hair, and apparently, I've decided that cutting it myself will make it more exciting. Don't worry, I have plenty of hair, I won't end up bald. Unless hair-cutting is like gambling, and you can't stop until you're busted.
- Dying my hair a colour not naturally found on heads. Don't worry, I'm not dying all of it. Just part of it. Crayola Red chunks. I don't know how long it will last. We'll see.
- I'm gutting my house. Not a remodel (I rent) but throwing things out and getting rid of clothes that don't fit and crap I don't use anymore (Like the Beast. Yes, it's still sitting in front of my house. Don't laugh.)
- I'm taking more risks with my skating. I've been so incredibly safe at practice lately, that I should just not bother going skating atall. I nee to push myself harder and work harder to get to my goals. I won't make a team in the fall if I don't want it badly enough.
- Play more with MHP (whose name I typed and erased 3 times before I finally typed MHP. I have issues, people) I feel like, with everything going on with me, I'm not paying enough attention to him. I suck like that sometimes.
I think that's it. Oh, and I'm designing a super-top-secret project for myself (along with the no chance in hell legwarmers) that I'll let y'all know about when I'm all done. Trust me, it's way super awesome.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
*not talking about work*
- The Rolllergirls on A&E have a good video series on the rules of roller derby, bruises and fighting, and the parental unit perspective. Check it out
- If you live in a major Metropolitan area (no, I don't know why I capitalized that word), chances are, there's a league near you. Check the US Rollergirls website of leagues here. (PS - there's a BIG difference between Banked Track and Flat Track. I sk8 flat track.) GO SEE A BOUT! I'm telling you, the best entertainment there is. Ever. Period.
- For those of you cerebral types, check the Wikipedia entry here
- Any other questions - leave a comment, normally I can help you out :)
UPDATE: I need to start being more upbeat IMMEDIATELY. I am result #7 for the Google Search "abandoned, lonely, disabled, divorce." HAPPY PEOPLE!! TIME FOR THE HAPPY!!
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Work! It's interfering with BLOGGING!!
Monday, February 27, 2006
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Friday, February 24, 2006
Notes to self
- When you are exhausted beyond all belief, no matter how much you love derby, do not stay up all night haunting the Rat City bulletin board or pressing the refresh button on the US Rollergirl Dust Devil Tourney site, just because you couldn't go to Tucson for the tournament this weekend. Someone will eventually let you know how the girls have done. They rock. They'll be OK without your constant hovering. And no, ESPN is not covering the tournament. Stop checking the TV guide.
- Since you want to be a rollergirl, these pictures will help you stay focused. That (or this) is what will happen to you if you don't buckle down and quit f*cking around. You're not in shape? You're going to fall harder than these girls did. And more than normal, since people will purposely be pushing you around. So suck it b*tch and get to work.
- Stop obsessing about the GD job. F*ck them all; the job is all they have. You have a son, roller derby and knitting. Plus some friends and a boyfriend in there somewhere. It's the weekend - anything work-related can wait until Monday.
- Don't watch horror movies when you're home alone, or you'll whack your roommate with a pan again. She'll enjoy that about as much as she did tonight.
- Knitting + Subtitled Movie = SUPER messed up socks (Also, you know about 9 words of Spanish. Please do not try and fool yourself into thinking that you will be able to understand the language without subtitles.)
- Do not commit to one knitting project for an extended period of time, forsaking all other knitting projects. You will feel very suffocated and want to run screaming into the streets. You love lots of projects all at one time, don't try and fool yourself. You are a knitting whore. And that's ok. (PS - there is no support group for this sort of thing, since it is not a problem. Stop asking people in your LYS.)
- HA! You wore a bowl on your head for a WHOLE DAY!! HA!!
I'll be offline for the rest of the weekend (except for checking in on the Rat City girls as they kick some ass and take some names in Tucson), so I'll catch y'all on Monday :)
Please tell me it's Friday. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
Here's the picture from yesterday of the FSM car, but digitally re-touched so you don't see the poor unsuspecting driver's license plate. That was wrong of me, and I'm sorry, Mr. I-Drive-A-Honda-But-I-Act-Like-I-Own-The-Road....
And here is a picture of my new shoes, which! Just happen to match my
new knitting bag. (Can I talk a little more about how cool my knitting bag is and how one woman at the yarn store from hell told me if she was less of a lady, she would have knocked me down and stolen my cute bag? Hell yes!)
Yes, they are Vans. I heart them, so don't you dare say anything nasty about them. (PS - those are little skulls on the shoes.)
And that brings us to the super-neato-cool package I got from my SECRET PAL!! So I got it on Wednesday...
And good thing too. I needed a new hat, since my hair has been doing uncontrollable things and rebelling against all attempts to beat it into submission, or even into a ponytail. This hat is so warm, and the colours blend into each other and it's FELTED PEOPLE! (please ignore the sullen look on my face. We will get into why it looks like that in just a second, but yes, I am sitting in my office. And yes, I took out the hideous black nose ring.)
She also sent me a book of sock patterns (yes, I am not over socks, even though I swore them off after the Jaywalkers..I need more socks!), a really cute book of inspirational quotes, the hat, a very cute card, and a tee-tiny bottle of Vanilla Schnapps. (And no, the Schnapps is not gone yet. It's in my purse, in case of emergency)
Ok, so on to why I look all pissed off in that picture. So, that's from yesterday. When the Twat was getting moved into her office some more, and vacuuming for the 47th time since she moved in on Tuesday.
This is what happened to MY office. I don't normally have a conglomeration of empty boxes lying around, but she nicely dumped all the stuff she didn't want in my office! Hooray!
So now her office is nice and neat and very minimalistic (good thing, since she's only here until they hire somebody for the position) and mine looks like a tent city for Oompa Loompas. Or a
place where shipping boxes go to die.
I actually use a lot of boxes to ship things, however (as Murphy's Law would have it...) I have not shipped anything in a couple of weeks. So the boxes just keep piling up. (Some of them actually have stuff in them. I should probably ship those out or throw them out.)
God - now that I look at these pictures, I wonder how I ever find anything. I am so unorganized.
ALRIGHTY THEN - I'm going to go clean my office now...somehow I ended up bitching about my job anyway?
UPDATE: Apparently, I am mentally disabled. The cute hat I'm wearing in that picture up there? It's a bowl.
Yes, I'm serious. I'm wearing a bowl on my head. I would take the picture down and erase all evidence that I am a dork, but I kind of like that picture, and it reminds me that I should double-check everything. God.
UPDATE #2: Apparently, the Twat's office has become a place where all of the other middle-aged bitchy admins go to complain about me, and spread some fun rumours about me. (Did you know that I'm a stripper on weekends? Did you know I was pregnant last year and went to have an abortion on my lunch break? Did you know I was married 4 times by the time I hit 25? Neither did I!)
Little do they realize that the walls are practically particle-board, and actually AMPLIFY sound rather than muffle it.
So I hear every word.
It's starting to affect my performance, and make me less and less willing to get up in the morning, put on some makeup and try to look happy while listening to people bitch about things I haven't really done...and more willing to start all out brawls in the middle of the work day. :)Thursday, February 23, 2006
Friends don't let friends sk8 without kneepads
This is what happens when your pants melt to your leg after you forget you're not wearing kneepads and you practice your falling properly. Ow.
OK! So, since now I know that I can upload pictures, it's time for RANDOM THOUGHT THURSDAY!
A close-up of the fabric from my neato-cool bag
that Lynne made me (skulls AND flames....)- and the ends of the bag, which are my favorite part...those are BOLTS, y'all. This has to be the COOLEST KNITTING BAG EVER.
Here's a bumper I saw yesterday with the "Flying Spaghetti Monster" thingy on it, in the style of those "IXOYE" Jesus Fish thingies. (UPDATE: I photoshopped the picture to remove the license plate number, since I'm a total ass and forgot to do that originally. Please see today's (FRIDAY) post for the new and improved picture.) I thought it was amusing, and I apparently have too much time on my hands. It's amazing that I don't get in any car
accidents, what with me taking pictures WHILE DRIVING ON THE FREEWAY like this one with the mountain...I'm entirely too crazy to be allowed to operate a motor vehicle.
And apparently I'm done now, with the picture part of my blog...I don't know why my computer randomly quits uploading photos.
I'm still angry at "the twat". She apparently doesn't trust me to do much of anything, and I'm getting yelled at for the stupidest things. The women in my office are very catty, and middle-aged, so since I am neither, they automatically prey on me and the two other not-bitchy-or-middle-aged women in my office.
I'm just tired of office politics.
I got a package from my secret pal yesterday! I'll blog more about it tomorrow - right now I better look busy so Twat doesn't yell at me for no particular reason.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Is it Friday? No, seriously, Friday? Now?
we'll discuss at a later time.
HOW COOL IS THIS BAG? Now, those of you that have been reading this blog know that I am not traditional in any part of my life. I am a practicing roller derby queen. I am a single mom, who does things rather unconventionally. I would have weird coloured hair, but my boss is mad enough that I got my nose pierced while they were all away at some convention last summer...so I needed something a little more fun and funky than most bags I could find at my LYS's...and this bag is perfect.
What? What's that you say? You say you can't see the KICK ASS FABRIC that Lynne used for the bag?
Um, neither can I. If you're reading this, wait for a couple of minutes and lemme see if I can figure out why my stupid computer is no longer uploading pictures.
Back in a flash.
UPDATE: My computer is apparently on strike, and is no longer posting pictures. You will have to wait for the exciting conclusion of this blog entry.Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Heart Attacks and other Exciting Things
When last we met, we were talking about my super cool skates and my wicked awesome falling skills.
Here is the aftermath of my wicked cool falling skills from Saturday's practice - that tiny pink mark on my kneecap (yes, that's my knee...and yes, I'm aware it's completely and utterly blindingly pale) is now a bruise that covers my entire kneecap.
I'm not really sure where it came from. The one on the side of my knee is from me falling on my own wheels. 90% of my bruises come from me falling on my wheels. But I love my war wounds, and I'll just keep posting them as they develop.
So be warned. Oh yes, there will be blood. (Wait, didn't I say that yesterday? Now I'm starting to repeat myself. Great.)
SO! Saturday ended with me, TB and TB's roommates going to a party in Ballard (a "borough" of Seattle, for lack of a better word) and getting completely lost, going to the wrong place (all the flyer said was "At the Sunset" and I neglected to read the address), ending up at the right place, having a great time, and apparently leaving before Dave Matthews (yes, THAT Dave Matthews) showed up.
I leave the party too early, sometimes. (No pictures from the Sunset...I had 4 Ranier beers in 30 minutes, so I sort of forgot to take pictures.)
Sunday morning, TB and I woke up, went and picked up MHP from my
parents' house, and headed up to the mountain to go snowboarding.
That's all I'm going to say, because shortly after this picture was taken, both of the boys threw separate tantrums, and we all got back in the car and went home.
So I went and bought more yarn. I think that's the only way for me to work through a rough patch in life...much healthier than eating my brains out (which I don't do anyway...I starve myself during breakups and tough times) or running my ass off (which I tried when TB and I "broke up" a few months ago) or any of those other destructive habits people get themselves into.
I've seriously come to the end of my rope with the job today - I just cannot take it anymore. I'm at the point where I would rather be unemployed and homeless than stay here every day.
I've got to go - see if my therapist will give me Xanax to keep me from becoming violent at work.Monday, February 20, 2006
Aaaaand, I'm done.
No, I'm not done with the Estonian HellFire Wrap, but you sure are funny for thinking that. I'm done with human beans today. I've had enough of people everywhere today, and frankly, they can all take a flying leap into a pit full of used junkie needles at this point. (Oh yes, there will be blood...I love that movie.)
ANYWAY! I don't want to talk about work, people or angry monkeys. Let's talk about what I did this weekend!
Saturday was weird - I don't normally have practice on Saturdays, so that threw off my whole groove. The roommate had somone spend the weekend all weekend (Thanks for asking me! Of course your slovenly friend is not welcome to stay on my couch!) so that threw a wrench in the works too.
Saturday morning, MHP and I stayed in bed and watched Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (the Depp/Burton version) for the 900th time, then we went and picked up our rental snowboarding gear with TB.
After that, we went and had tea at Village Yarn & Tea with Bling! and
Elaine, from PinkPurlGrrl. I love them. They are adorable, and Bling played trains on the table with MHP while Elaine and I went and bought yarn. And no, I'm not showing you what I bought because I already put it all away. :) (MHP took that picture - can you tell?)
Then I went to practice. As I've previously mentioned, I am not exactly graceful when it comes to falling. Since we did falling drills, I was especially accident prone. And that brings us to a picture montage. Hooray!
These are my skates. I love them. Even though the toes are all scuffed up, and the uppers are so stiff around the ankle that I'm suffering some HEAVY bruising, they are mine. My skates. And no, I don't have tree-trunk legs - those kneepads are really killing me.
And apparently my computer has stopped uploading pictures. I'll have to get to the rest of my weekend later...I'm off to knit one more row on that wrap.
At this rate, I'll be lucky if I finish the damned thing by the time the Summer Olympics come around.
Oh, and tune in tonight for the Grand Slalom and root for Libby Ludlow, will you? I went to school with her and her brother all through public school (1st through 12th grades) and we're all really proud of her. It's nice to be able to claim you knew someone back when...
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Michelle Kwan-ing it
That's 9 1/2 repeats. In 5 days. I'm sucking at this whole time constraint thing - but I am in total love with the green alpaca lace.
Valentines' Day was boring - since it's 2 days after my birthday, if TB does something nice for my birthday, he's kind of off the hook for V-Day. Lucky bastard. Since he took me to Sephora and gave me a bunch of money to spend on myself for my birthday, I let the over-commercialized-bullshit-"love"-not-a-real holiday slide.
I did, however, get these from him. He was cute enough to pay attention to the fact that I enjoy tulips, and I was lucky enough to have a vase to kill them...I mean PUT them in my office, and right where I can see them when I'm chained to my desk.
He's adorable when he's not being a total douchebag.
ANYWAY - so if I drop from the Olympics, I'll let you know...'til then, consider me an Olympian :)
Nothing else exciting - it's been nice and sunny lately, but cold enough outside to freeze a Winnebago! I responded to a few people in the comments yesterday...I'll just keep doing that unless I get lazy.
Happy Half-Nekkid Thursday!
Oh, and PS? This was such a great definition of me, I couldn't pass up posting it:
| Libby -- [noun]: A level headed person who always makes the wrong decision 'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
GASP!
Yeah, that's right. I FINALLY got a replacement for the brick camera that died oh so long ago. So now, you have visual aids to go along with my rambling! Aren't you TOTALLY EXCITED??
OK, so maybe you're not as excited as I am to be able to FINALLY show you things like the finished We Call Them Pirates hat (please excuse the sullen look, and that's a NOSE RING, not a BOIL):

Or one of my finished Jaywalker socks (the other was made a little too zealously, and I had to frog it to extend the toe):

So. Needless to say, I'm a wee bit excited about my digital camera, and must run out immediately to purchase a memory card, because the camera itself only holds 10 pictures.
I'm trying to think of a fun contest to have to give away some sock yarn...does anyone have any ideas?

