The Day Out...IN HELL!
So, this morning, just as I opened my computer, to write in my blog, my mom asks if I can do her the favor of writing her bills out, for her. I will admit, it kind of PISSED me off. I mean, did she wait for me, to open my computer? Did she think to herself: Hmmm...Let's just wait, until it will be a TOTAL inconvenience. Then, BAM...spring the bills upon him?
"So, fine..." I said, clearly showing my frustration. "Let me just do them, now. I was going to write in my blog..."
"Oh, well. You have ALL day to write, don't you?"
There was something in her tone...it just royally pissed me off. It is like this blog is SIMPLY not important. If you don't get the chance to write, OH WELL. No biggie! That is what her tone was telling me. And then, there was my Aunt. She was standing in the kitchen, giving a glare, which clearly showed that she agreed. This blog is not important!
I can honestly say, I am coming pretty FRIGGIN close to the point of SNAPPING! All the snide remarks...all the looks. All the condemnation. One day, I am going to break. If it isn't important to them, well...that is just FRIGGIN fine. But, dammit...except that it IS important to me.
I am coming to terms with the fact that support is not likely to EVER come from them. But, dammit...show some FRIGGIN courtesy. No...I don't have all FRIGGIN day, to write. I have a schedule!
Then, there is that ONE thing, that just takes the cake. It goes beyond just pissing me off...way beyond!
As soon as I leave the room, and they think I am out of earshot, they start talking about me. Apparently, I am such an ass, that it is acceptable to talk about me, behind my back.
Whatever!
It is, the way it is.
So, time to go to my Happy Zone. Welcome to wonderful Yarn-Ville!
Yesterday...God, almighty...what was I thinking? As soon as I was dropped off at the mall, I knew I had made a bad decision, in leaving the house. 106 degrees, yesterday...and I was out, in it.
On the plus side, there was Lucille's. I got me a margarita, just as planned. And, the dessert that made the pick...Bread Pudding. I had never before had this. And, I just have ONE thing to say: YUM!
After putting on a few unneeded pounds, it was off to JoAnn's.
When I entered the store, I looked as though I had just been to a local water park. It was an uphill battle, from Lucille's to JoAnn's, and I was dripping sweat, by the time the journey was over.
But, as the weather outside was complete HELL, well...the yarn, inside, was absolute HEAVEN.
Now, I didn't need yarn. I have all the yarn I need, for the crocheting part of this project. But, that didn't matter. I WANTED yarn!
There was so much fiber to behold. I swear to God, JoAnn's got some new selections in. And, I was loving it. Wool yarn, alpaca yarn. Holiday yarn from Red Heart.
Then, there was the yarn, I got.
Yarn that satisfied my desire, and gave to the greater good.
Bernat. I got a variegated, cotton yarn. Pink and white. And, apart from giving me a good fix, this yarn benefits cancer research. How, I ask, could I say "no" to the purchase of this yarn?
After my yarn hunting, I came home, and all I wanted to do was sleep. It was too damned hot.
But, napping was not in the cards.
Nope!
I had me some crocheting, to do.
C'mon, Michael, I pushed myself. There is always going to be a reason, to do something other than work with your yarn. But, you have to resist. You MUST work on your projects. One word: DEADLINE!
I looked at my bag...at the heap of broomstick lace, that was my pillow, pouring out of the top. This broomstick lace was littered with folds, and wrinkles. And, one of those folds, no lie, looked like a crooked, evil little grin. It was then, as I looked at this mass of broomstick lace, that I heard it. High-pitched, and sinister. "Hi there, Michael. I see you staring at me. Are you ready to be tormented, yet again?"
I groaned. I whined. I knew I had to do another row of this horrible Pillow...and I was, in no way, happy about it!
"Oh, Hell!" I pulled the broomstick lace monster, out of my craft bag.
And, you guessed it.
my nightmare began.
It was the usual. The yarn would seperate. The loops would fling themselves off of my pin. My hook would get stuck, in a stitch, and simply NOT come free. Yes. It was the type of hell, that I have come to expect, from the Broomstick Lace Pillow. Yet, even though I expect it, I cannot say that it doesn't PISS ME OFF, every time.
I must say, though...this Pillow is, to put it plainly, going to be beautiful, when I finish. Maybe that is why it is so mean, to me. Maybe, it KNOWS it will be beautiful. I mean, when PEOPLE know they are beautiful, it is easy for them to sink into a bitch mode. Maybe crocheted pieces are the same. Who knows..,.,
My Halloween Bag, on the other hand...
What a delight.
I am a good way into the shoulder strap. And, once that is done, I will start stitching the bag together. I cannot wait to see the finished product, here. I KNOW I AM JUST GOING TO LOVE IT!
And, as for the granny square blanket, that I will be making next month...
Well, I am positively giddy over working with my squares. I need me some granny time.
And then, there is the whole excitement of making a blanket. I mean, WOW! Having not made a blanket, I am super stoked over this. I mean, to me, the words "crochet" and "afghan" are ALMOST synonymous. So, next month, I am sure, will be a BLAST, for me.
Well, that is it, for today. There was a lot of ground covered. I got to do my normal bitching. And then, I talked yarn, for a bit.
Now, I must start my day. I have oner FINAL row, of bitchy broomstick lace to work with. (Oh boy...You know I'm excited. NOT!) Then, it is on to the Halloween Bag.
On a plus...
I am alone. So, there will be no interruptions, or snide remarks about me wasting my time. And, should I feel the need to go into a cursing frenzy, I can rest assured that nobody is here, to pronounce me CRAZY.
Well, time to go. Crocheting awaits.
Happy crocheting!
"So, fine..." I said, clearly showing my frustration. "Let me just do them, now. I was going to write in my blog..."
"Oh, well. You have ALL day to write, don't you?"
There was something in her tone...it just royally pissed me off. It is like this blog is SIMPLY not important. If you don't get the chance to write, OH WELL. No biggie! That is what her tone was telling me. And then, there was my Aunt. She was standing in the kitchen, giving a glare, which clearly showed that she agreed. This blog is not important!
I can honestly say, I am coming pretty FRIGGIN close to the point of SNAPPING! All the snide remarks...all the looks. All the condemnation. One day, I am going to break. If it isn't important to them, well...that is just FRIGGIN fine. But, dammit...except that it IS important to me.
I am coming to terms with the fact that support is not likely to EVER come from them. But, dammit...show some FRIGGIN courtesy. No...I don't have all FRIGGIN day, to write. I have a schedule!
Then, there is that ONE thing, that just takes the cake. It goes beyond just pissing me off...way beyond!
As soon as I leave the room, and they think I am out of earshot, they start talking about me. Apparently, I am such an ass, that it is acceptable to talk about me, behind my back.
Whatever!
It is, the way it is.
So, time to go to my Happy Zone. Welcome to wonderful Yarn-Ville!
Yesterday...God, almighty...what was I thinking? As soon as I was dropped off at the mall, I knew I had made a bad decision, in leaving the house. 106 degrees, yesterday...and I was out, in it.
On the plus side, there was Lucille's. I got me a margarita, just as planned. And, the dessert that made the pick...Bread Pudding. I had never before had this. And, I just have ONE thing to say: YUM!
After putting on a few unneeded pounds, it was off to JoAnn's.
When I entered the store, I looked as though I had just been to a local water park. It was an uphill battle, from Lucille's to JoAnn's, and I was dripping sweat, by the time the journey was over.
But, as the weather outside was complete HELL, well...the yarn, inside, was absolute HEAVEN.
Now, I didn't need yarn. I have all the yarn I need, for the crocheting part of this project. But, that didn't matter. I WANTED yarn!
There was so much fiber to behold. I swear to God, JoAnn's got some new selections in. And, I was loving it. Wool yarn, alpaca yarn. Holiday yarn from Red Heart.
Then, there was the yarn, I got.
Yarn that satisfied my desire, and gave to the greater good.
Bernat. I got a variegated, cotton yarn. Pink and white. And, apart from giving me a good fix, this yarn benefits cancer research. How, I ask, could I say "no" to the purchase of this yarn?
After my yarn hunting, I came home, and all I wanted to do was sleep. It was too damned hot.
But, napping was not in the cards.
Nope!
I had me some crocheting, to do.
C'mon, Michael, I pushed myself. There is always going to be a reason, to do something other than work with your yarn. But, you have to resist. You MUST work on your projects. One word: DEADLINE!
I looked at my bag...at the heap of broomstick lace, that was my pillow, pouring out of the top. This broomstick lace was littered with folds, and wrinkles. And, one of those folds, no lie, looked like a crooked, evil little grin. It was then, as I looked at this mass of broomstick lace, that I heard it. High-pitched, and sinister. "Hi there, Michael. I see you staring at me. Are you ready to be tormented, yet again?"
I groaned. I whined. I knew I had to do another row of this horrible Pillow...and I was, in no way, happy about it!
"Oh, Hell!" I pulled the broomstick lace monster, out of my craft bag.
And, you guessed it.
my nightmare began.
It was the usual. The yarn would seperate. The loops would fling themselves off of my pin. My hook would get stuck, in a stitch, and simply NOT come free. Yes. It was the type of hell, that I have come to expect, from the Broomstick Lace Pillow. Yet, even though I expect it, I cannot say that it doesn't PISS ME OFF, every time.
I must say, though...this Pillow is, to put it plainly, going to be beautiful, when I finish. Maybe that is why it is so mean, to me. Maybe, it KNOWS it will be beautiful. I mean, when PEOPLE know they are beautiful, it is easy for them to sink into a bitch mode. Maybe crocheted pieces are the same. Who knows..,.,
My Halloween Bag, on the other hand...
What a delight.
I am a good way into the shoulder strap. And, once that is done, I will start stitching the bag together. I cannot wait to see the finished product, here. I KNOW I AM JUST GOING TO LOVE IT!
And, as for the granny square blanket, that I will be making next month...
Well, I am positively giddy over working with my squares. I need me some granny time.
And then, there is the whole excitement of making a blanket. I mean, WOW! Having not made a blanket, I am super stoked over this. I mean, to me, the words "crochet" and "afghan" are ALMOST synonymous. So, next month, I am sure, will be a BLAST, for me.
Well, that is it, for today. There was a lot of ground covered. I got to do my normal bitching. And then, I talked yarn, for a bit.
Now, I must start my day. I have oner FINAL row, of bitchy broomstick lace to work with. (Oh boy...You know I'm excited. NOT!) Then, it is on to the Halloween Bag.
On a plus...
I am alone. So, there will be no interruptions, or snide remarks about me wasting my time. And, should I feel the need to go into a cursing frenzy, I can rest assured that nobody is here, to pronounce me CRAZY.
Well, time to go. Crocheting awaits.
Happy crocheting!