Feelin' Purdy Darn Good

I sent the wreath home with the BFF after the movie the other night and Izzy finally got to see it live and in person.  She sent me a text the next morning to say that she was all tripped out on allergy meds so that she didn't really look at it but when she got home, she'd be all over that.  Later that evening, I got a pic text with the wreath hanging above the bed.  It looks absolutely lovely though I wonder what the boyfriend thinks about the pretty flowers in his bedroom.  She is very pleased with it and so I'm extremely happy.

Laurie, the wise one, was also totally thrilled with her cactus pin cushion.  It was pointed out to me by someone else that he looked like a light bulb and I had to agree, that yes, he did.  I immediately wanted to take it back and do it over but I didn't because she was happy with it and I just need to let those things go.

We've all decided that my coworker is going to have a girl even though we really don't know for sure because the baby was not cooperating when it was time for the sono.  Still, Mom saw her the other day and said it was a girl and I'm not sure how Mom knows these things but she can always tell.  I've never known her to be wrong.  My mom is kinda creepy awesome like that.  With babies on the brain, I want to make a few more hats (I have a couple of different patterns) and a pair of booties (finally found a good pattern!) and maybe, a baby sweater (cardigan style, not jumper style)  but I don't know if I have enough on hand yarn for that.  I'll have to go check the stash again (it's currently living in the attic so I have some more space) and see what there is in there.  

I helped a friend of a friend with her knitting the other day, too.  And was flattered when I found out she brought it to work simply because she was hoping that I would help her figure out where she went wrong because she had no one else to ask. Seriously flattered by that.  I had helped her once before (maybe twice?) and when she got lost and scared to go back, she thought of me, even though we really don't know each other.  I don't know how I became an expert, despite pretending and teasing that I am, but I knew what to do to help her fix it.  I absorb stuff, what can I say?

Pride

You all know I have a wild imagination.  My brain goes a hell of a lot of places in a day.  I also have some anxiety issues.  So, sometimes, there's a part of me that is imagining the bad things that could happen.  One of those reoccurring fears that I have is that my boss is suddenly going to call me in with no warning and say "Sorry bitch, but you gotta pack your shit and leave."

For the record, my boss does not talk like that.  It's just, you know, my imagination.

Anyway, last week, my fears were assuaged a whole lot.  The boss comes out of the room where the schedulers live with Ro in tow and say she needs to me too. We go into the conference room and my brain is of course thinking, "Oh shit!  What did I do?!  Why am I in trouble?" even though I knew I hadn't done anything.  At least, I was pretty sure I hadn't.

The boss goes on this long winded explanation about how half of our sites are getting a new computer system and we don't have a choice (they are linked in with another medical group, who are the ones that are actually getting the new system, so we gotta roll with it).  She tells us, Ro and I, that there's going to be a training class and it's going to be for a week and at least five hours a day and that her first thought would be to send Ro because it's mostly going to affect scheduling and she only gets to send one person.  But that's the week that Ro is on vacation.  And that she needs to be able to send someone who can understand both the scheduling and the billing side of it.

The boss turns to me and gives me a sarcastic smile and says "Guess what that means?"

But first I have to learn scheduling.  I can do everything else but that.  She tells Ro that I learn very quickly and that it won't be a problem for me to pick it up.  She says that before too long I'll be the one that can do everything in the office and that they'll all be able to take the day off and I can run the whole place.

I smiled and said of course, but inside, I'm fucking grinning so big.  Once I learn scheduling, I will be the only one who will know how and be able to do everything that goes on in there.  Not to sound pompous, but I think that makes me pretty invaluable.  And I think it means that she really values me and thinks I'm worth the training and resources.  That she thinks I'm worth keeping around.

She needs to send someone who can learn everything that is taught and turn around, come back, and teach it to everyone else.  She needs someone to be the expert at it so that if there are questions, they can be asked and answered.  She needs someone that she has confidence in.  And she chose me.

I know that pride is one of the seven deadly sins, but I gotta tel you, I'm feel pretty fucking proud of myself right now. 

 

Spell Break: Part 10

Here you go, another episode!  

The end is drawing nearer but we're not quite there yet.

Tune in Thursday for Episode 11 

Yarn Happened

Yesterday, I didn't even turn on the computer.  Not that I, shudder to think, was without the internet.  I do have an iPhone after all.  But after a little surfing in the morning with my coffee and returning some emails, I ended up devoting the day to yarn.  I made this:

And then I made this:

And then I took and nap and when I woke up, I made this:

Oh, and I also made a little baby bootie...just gone one done.  Because I finished it and hated it with the fiery passion of a thousand suns so it got thrown out.  So, I have to see if I can find a better pattern.  We'll see.

Today?  First there will be coffee, then words, maybe some reading.  Until later this evening when I'll leave the house to go see Ironman 3.  So.  Excited. 

 

I Got Distracted

I, in fact, got very distracted.

It's probably because I made plans.  You know how well those work out for me *g*.  But the voices were talking to me and so, instead of yarning, I was listening to them.  But of course, it wasn't Jason and Kelly that was talking.  I've still got to write their last two episodes (at least as it looks now) and the words weren't there for them.  Oh, no.  Of course not.  Because that would make sense, wouldn't it?  Other boys were talking to me.  And I have no idea what to do with them.  No, that's not quite true.  I know what to do with them but they don't get to be a part of our tale yet.  But they seriously wouldn't shut up.  So, I had to get them on the page just so they would quiet down.  And after I did, I went to bed.  And then Jason and Kelly started talking!

Damn consternating fools.  

I almost, almost, got out of bed and found a pen and some paper and wrote notes but I forced myself to stay where I was.  I was in a comfortable position and on that sweet edge of sleep and I just let them talk and talk as I drifted off.  Fortunately, they weren't telling me anything I didn't already know, they were just being more specific.  And I remember what they were saying.  I just hope I can get it right when I get it on the page.  

It's finally Friday, which is nice, and so I'm hoping this weekend, I might, amidst the yarn, get those last two eps on the page.  If that all goes according to plan (that damn word again) then we'll probably have two episodes next week.  We are nearing the end and I want to see the conclusion just as much as everyone else.  And then we'll start our next tale...of which, I will tell you the title when the first episode is nigh.  

So, to sum up, this weekend will be: cactus, words, baby hats, words, baby booties, words...and some more words and maybe Sis's afghan.      

Some New Stuff

Sometimes, I'm painfully dumb about the simple answers.  They elude me until, like Paul on the road to Damascus, it strikes out of nowhere and I get brilliance.  Sometimes, this happens with my writing, like exactly why Daniel wears those outdated overalls (shh, you'll meet him soon) but sometimes it happens with the yarn, too.  Yesterday, when I was walking outside, it struck me.  I have all these left over skeins of baby yarn...one or two from past projects that don't go together in any way.  And I had no idea what to do with them.  But it hit me, I can make hats and booties.  There's enough on a skein to have a matching pair.  So, I found some patterns last night...nothing complicated, just easy peasy.  But it will occupy a few hours of my time, use up some extra yarn, and it'll be nice to have them on hand.  There are a few babies in the future.

But first, I have to whip up this extra cute cactus pin cushion.  A friend of mine requested it and sent a pic and it's easy enough to make.  I have all the yarn just sitting in my stash and it won't take very long at all.  So, I'm going to see if I can get that done tonight.  And of course, pics will follow.

And Sis has been, not so subtly, occasionally hinting that she wants her blanket.  I tried the "it's getting warm now and you won't need it till the fall" tack but she wasn't biting.  I still don't have all the yarn for it.  Think she'll let me get away with it just being a wrap?

And speaking of which, Toby saw it the other day and now he wants one.  He tried the puppy dog eyes and the pouty lip and the pleading.  But he didn't know that doesn't work on me. I do have a kryptonite, and Sis is the master of it, but I don't think she'll share the trick.  He got his fingerless mitts, with mitten flap, sized to fit, for all his beta reading.  That's a pretty good trade off, if you ask me.  Besides, he yarns, too.  He can make one himself.  

Anyway, cactus pin cushion, some baby hats, another baby blanket, Sis's blanket...and here I was thinking I didn't have anything to work on!      

Hope

The good thing about being an avid and prolific daydreamer is that your mind goes a lot of places, thinks a lot of things, remakes the world the way you want it and you are never bored.

The bad thing about being an avid and prolific daydreamer is that your mind goes a lot of places, thinks a lot of things, remakes the world the way you want it and it gives you hope.

Now, before you jump down my throat, I'm a fan of hope.  I think hope, in and of itself, is a very good and necessary thing.  I have a lot of hope about a lot of things.  I have a great hope that one day our world will be free of war and intolerance and hate.  

But personal things?  I'm scared to let the hope get too big.  Because if and when it doesn't work out, the crash is hard.  It hurts.  And half of me is trying to be realistic and telling myself not to hope too hard because of that crash.  But the other half?  That's hoping with everything it can and telling the cynical part that so what if it hurts?  Getting over it is not that big of a deal, it's totally doable, and isn't it better to hope?

Anyway, I'm kind of on a roller coaster at the moment; one minute soaring with hope and the next swooping down into being realistic.  It keeps happening and I'm driving myself crazy.  

I'm trying to find projects to occupy my brain.  Too many things going on in there and it's hard to process them all.