Restless Knitter

Now this is going to sound strange but I’ll tell ya anyway. In my previous life, I used to wish I could be a bird. A bird that was smart enough to stay away from moving cars, of course. The thought of flying overhead, looking down at the earth instead of looking up from the ground, that would be the life. Before anyone thinks I was doing drugs, you have to realize what the bird thing was. It wasn’t that I really wanted to sprout wings. I just wanted out of life that I had. I wanted to be free from the manipulations and attempts to control, among a lot of other things. I don’t want to be a bird anymore. I’m happy with the life I have. I now know what it’s like to be treated with respect. What it’s like to have someone that enjoys my company. Someone that will let me be me and not tell me every single thing that they think I should change about myself. Someone that’s willing to act like a kid and have Silly String wars. Eight years ago yesterday, I married that someone. He’s been one of the best things to ever come into my life.  I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life.
I’m getting a little anxious about this trip. First of all, I don’t like to fly. Kind of contradicts that bird thing, doesn’t it. Before I had kids, flying didn’t bother me. Now I get antsy and worry about uncontrolled landings. This flight will be four and a half hours. I thought I’d knit to help pass the time, but I can’t think of a darn thing I want to knit other than the stole, and there’s no way I’m going to try to concentrate on that. I thought about a pair of socks but not sure I’m in the mood for doing those. Dishcloths? Boring. Baby stuff? No way, someone might think I’m the pregnant one and we can’t have that. Scarf? Um, no. Sweater? Am I nuts? (Don’t answer that!) Then what the hell am I going to do! I don’t know but I’m running out of time to figure it out.

I’m also a little irritated with these corporate dudes. Let me just start by saying that I have a very high dislike of salesmen. (My ex was a car salesman, need I say more?) I recognize sales pitches a mile away and they piss me off. If you really want to turn me off to a sale, use my name alot. Tell me how wonderful something is. Dance around a particular subject to distract me. The more someone does that, the more pissed I get. And that’s what these guys are doing. They were supposed to give The Man an idea of salary when he was there the first time, then they said they were going to send it overnight, and now it’s We’ll discuss salary when you and your wife are out here. WTF! I don’t like to fly to begin with, and I’d rather know before I take a stinking flight. Oh, and by the way, we’re going to set you up in a hotel along the beach. Thanks, but how about you set us up close to where he’d be working instead of trying to seduce us with a beach that’s an hour away. Which they did change for us. And, since you are going to be staying there instead of where we originally were going to put you, we recommend you take this lovely scenic route. Dudes, I’ve never been to California so pretty much all of it is going to be scenic. Stop trying to sell us on the area. Tuckfards, just tell us how much you plan on paying The Man so we can stop wondering about it. I’m really not a very materialistic person (okay, except for yarn and shoes), but dammit if I have to move that far away, and risk my life in an airplane, I wanna know what’s in it for us besides a freaking scene out of the window. Okay, here’s the directions for seducing you with scenery blah blah blah. We’ll have an itinerary for you by Friday. For the love of pete, you’ve known about this long enough that you could have had a schedule set up already. We’re leaving on Saturday. Thanks for giving us time to plan anything in any spare time that we might have. Asswipes. I hope they don’t ask me what I think about all this. Gonna have to plan an appropriate response for that one just in case. I plead the fifth on the grounds that I may ruin The Man’s chances of working for you, Dickweed.

As you can probably see, I changed the template on the blog. Does it make it too hard to read? I know white on black really bothers some people, including me, but what about the blues?