Restless Knitter

Don’t you just hate it when this happens?

The scarf is knit longways so it wasn’t like I could just rip out a row or two to get some extra length. I guess I could have, but then the edges wouldn’t have matched. Luckily, I had some leftover Koigu that had some of the same colors. Just enough of the color run to finish binding this off. I tried to take a picture of the blocked scarf this morning but it’s gloomy and I wasn’t satisfied with any of the pics. I’ll try to get one later. In summary

Pattern: Cat’s Cradle Long-Ways Scarf
Yarn: Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn
Color: Martha’s Vinyard
Needle: US 6
Start date: August 5, 2006
Finish date: August 11, 2006

I’m starting work again today. I really don’t want to do it because it gets really boring at times. I’ve already started spending my new wages by ordering yarn and patterns. The things I’ll do for knitting….

The trip went well. Mostly. We came close to having our first major fight due to something that would take too long to explain. The Man fixed the situation for the most part so I no longer want to cut his nuts off and feed them to the wolves. I’m sure you could have done without that tidbit of info, but what would a post from me be if there weren’t some sort of bitching involved.

I hate to sound like a bragger, but in this case that’s just the way it is. The man was not looking for a new job. These people came to him out of the blue. Even after he’d previously turned them down. It’s awesome that a company wants him so badly that they’ve come after him this aggressively. He’ll be taking the job. They’ve given us up to 18 months to relocate so we have quite a bit of time to sell our house and find a new place to live. (Otherwise, we lose out on the relocation package.) In the meantime, The Man will split his time between the California and Georgia offices. What this means for me is more unsupervised yarn buying missing my husband when he’s gone and a lot of frozen pizzas for dinner. I will miss him alot, but this is an excellent opportunity for him so I’ll live with it. I’m proud of all he’s accomplished and I know he’s going to do a great job in his new role.

I started the Cat’s Cradle Long-Ways Scarf before our flight out on Saturday. Instead of using the lace weight called for, I’m using Cherry Tree Hill sock yarn. I have to say I’m a little disappointed with this skein. I’ve run across more than 5 knots and thin spots and I still have over half a skein to work through. Here it is, what little you can make out of it, posing on the table outside our room

If you want to see the other CA pics we took, clicky here. Though the pictures we took don’t do it any justice, it really is a beautiful place. The last night we were there, we drove to the beach and had dinner at a restaurant along the shore. The view was absolutely gorgeous. I could have stared at the moon reflecting off the water for hours.

I had to go shopping for clothes today. I loathe shopping. (Again, unless it’s for yarn or shoes.) There’s not much that can get me in a bad mood quicker than spending a lot of time in a dressing room trying on crap that doesn’t fit. Then I end up not liking half of what I do buy and that means I have to go back to return things. Today was no different. Bleh! I’m a jeans and t-shirt kinda gal. I haven’t worked in an office that required dress clothes in 7 years so I’m sorely lacking in that department. I’m not so sure these corporate dudes would appreciate me wearing jeans to a nice restaurant. So even though I hate doing it, shopping I went. Bonus, it’s tax free days in Georgia right now so no sales tax. A penny saved is a penny earned, hooray. Or more pennies for yarn, bigger hooray.

A couple of posts back, I told you I have a complaint with where we were boarding our dog. It’s on the same lot as our vet’s office so it’s nice to know that if something were to go wrong, the vet is 50 ft away. The thing that bothers me is that they require the dog to have a flea bath before you take them home, and you’re forced to pay for it. I can give her a bath when we get home for less money, and she’s on Frontline anyway. I asked them why she had to have a bath. Their response was that she’s been around other dogs and might have gotten either fleas, pee, or poo on her. Normally she only has to stay 2 days, and she’ll have her bath the morning of the day we’re to pick her up. The last time I thought I’d gotten smart. I told them that we wouldn’t be picking her up until a day later than we actually planned to pick her up. Ha haaa, you will not charge me for a bath this time because you don’t know when I’m really coming to get her! Wrong. They gave her the bath the morning before she was supposed to go home. So she has 2 days to get more other dog stuff on her after this required bath that you force me to pay for that’s supposedly for her benefit? I don’t think so. It’s a scam I tell ya and I’ll bet you can’t guess what it does to me. That’s right, it pisses me off. Screw ‘em, I’ll take my dog somewhere else. And that’s what I did. This new place doesn’t keep her in a cage all day. She gets to play with other doggies. There’s a door where she can go outside to use the bathroom if she wants. And they don’t make her take a bath for some bogus reason. The best part? Well, at least for my ease of mind. They have cameras in the dog areas so you can watch what’s going on during the day. This is where she stayed on our last trip to Small Town. We took a laptop with us so we could check in on her. The kicker is that it costs an extra $7 a day over the previous boarding place so in the end, it costs more than just giving in on the bath thing. It’s the principle of the thing, y’know. I’d rather have the perks of this place anyway. Want to watch her while I’m gone? Click here and go to one of the Alpharetta recess Cams on the right.

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?