There is more where that came from....

Well, the country waits to see how badly we and future generations are going to be screwed by this economic bailout.  I have been suspecting some sort of goof-up for the past 8 years, so I am not surprised.  Depressed, dismayed and otherwise displeased; however, this is how I have felt basically about the entire Bush presidency.  

So it should strike no one as a surprise that I am writing less, feeling less motivated and basically want to cry or scream on at least an hourly basis.  

I have done some knitting.  And I have been reading an Evanovich book every day or so just to live in someone else's world for a moment, as ours is so ghastly.  

Oh well, look to this blog to get cheerier once I get back into grad school for Library Science, anything not pertaining to disabilities, and/or November 1st, when St Timmy's health insurance kicks in and I get back on DRUGS.  

This is the marathon weekend from hell....

I have slept 4 hours in the last 48 hours.  There is the work that is not getting done in the office, the housework not getting done, the knitting neglected, and we are trying to move out of the old house and get stuff into our present house.  

So maybe I should not try writing.  

Are we having fun yet?

Today I spent eight hours in training, and knitted for about three of them.  I think that it probably pissed some of the people in the training off, but that was okay.  I really don't care....

Hmmm, another thing about me - I am not really very nice.

There, I said it.  I have come out of the kindness closet.  And I am proud to embrace my inner - and outer, for that matter - bitch.

No pictures yet, as these are just more garter stitch scarves, as I can't concentrate on anything else right now.  The fibro-fog is worse lately, and basically I am just counting down the days til St. Timothy's health insurance kicks in at worse.  

After all, bitches need love (and health care) too.

Looking for work is harder than working?

It's official.  I have applied for 39 jobs in the past three days.  Isn't that lovely?  

It appears I need to get a paying job, a regular gig, that pays, has benefits, and will pay for childcare, as well as minimizes my risk to life and limb.  And one where I do not use between $100 and $150 a week in gas would be nice as well.  

Too bad no one is paying me to knit or read.  That would be a dream job.  Maybe a small bookstore where I can knit until I need to wait on someone or answer questions.... ah, it would be heaven.....

At the moment I am consulting for a small agency, which is nice, but taking way too many hours, so the break-down in a actual hourly pay is approaching less than $1 an hour.  And does not pay my total monthly gas bill.  I also have a second job working with a person one on one, but as I got assaulted last week by that person I am wanting something less dangerous as well as less hard on my health.  I have known other care providers who did not get injured by their charges, and in 15 years in this business, this is the first time this has happened to me.... Sort of takes the bloom of the idea of that job as well.  

It's not as if I have no education; I have a Master's degree, and the student loan debt to prove it.

It's not as if I have no employment history or job skills; I have worked since I was fifteen, and I am approaching 39 next month.  That's 24 years of experience doing something!  And the something is: law enforcement dispatching, disabilities case management, disabilities supported employment, disabilities supported living grant management, cashiering, tutoring, supervising, and teaching.... I think that covers it.....

Some people get to retire after 24 years of work.  Me? I am looking for my third or fourth career.  

Not that I'm bitter.

Here are some pictures of the kids and what the latest stash acquisitions have been.

Chloe is knitting (*I* taught her - damn!) a strap for a purse.  This is the smallest gauge she has knitted and is one of the best things she has done!

Tara is hanging out in the swing and looking at the full moon, last Sunday, when Hurricane Ike made it to *KY* and blew our power lines down.  

And there is Noro, Silk Mountain, bought at Magpie Yarns, and a Recycled Silk from Frabulous Fibers.  I love it!

I'm back in the saddle again....

Much to the chagrin of the cyber community, I have Internet access at home again.  So the not right writer will be able to entertain you with BS at any time of day or night now.... It has been since April since I have been able to reach out and irritate from the privacy of my own home, so this will be interesting.....  

Although, at the moment, I am busy trying to resurrect the piece of shit that is my old laptop so St Tim of the Tapper can play on it and keep him and the kids off the sacred MacBook.  

So no time to write now, as I am being made miserable by the hell that is Microsoft Vista.  Damn.

On hairy yarn and addictions, oy vey!

Here is the damned alpaca scarf Chloe wants for her birthday in November.  I am already slightly over its hairness (brushed!).  

But it is a good exercise in paying attention for me.  Damn, I miss Ritalin.  

Notice the Mac and the Starbux cup - I still have addictions other than yarn.  Nice to know, huh?

Another week of work, to be broken up by knitting...

It's Tuesday and I am already set for sneaking some knitting into my work week.  

I used to not be this way.  I swear.  I used to be more task oriented.  But I was not addicted to yarn then.  

So I am doing a half day at work, and then sneaking off to do yarn shopping and lunch with a friend today.... and basically not answering any work calls, and hiding from my daughters and husband for a few hours... 

Does that make me a bad person?

On second thought, don't answer that.  

And the beat goes on....

Here is the shawl, finished at last.... Knit in mostly garter stitch on lucky #13 Bryspun straight needles in Noro Matsuri Color #2.  

I spent the better part of Saturday trying to find buttons or beads to embellish it, only to end up relocating the wondrous Dandelion Beads (209 Rosemont Garden, Lexington, KY 40503, 859.335.9600 www.dandelionbeads.com)  So those are the little white beads )actually a milky opaque) that you see on the top of the fringe....

Other than that, I am enjoying the hell that is the autumnal allergic asthmatic cornucopia of September (and October! oy!) in landlocked Central Kentucky.  Sneezing, coughing, and just feeling like shit abounds.  But at least it is not as hot and humid as the summer hell is....

I also picked up some Nashua stuff that was labelled alpaca on Saturday, but is knitting like a splitty ass mohair (yet is gorgeous....)  Here is the beginning of that scene.  It was the yarn my daughter had picked out for her scarf/hat scene for her birthday in November.

Another day.... wish I could make another dollar....

Here's the deal....

I got to spend a delicious stolen 30 or 45 minutes at the library and checked out a couple of knitting books.  I can't wait to start another groovy project.  One is a book of patterns for kids 2 to 8, so Tara will finally be the recipient of something decent knitted.  As one may recall, she is the ONLY person who wanted the very first thing I knitted - the rainbow scarf from hell...  

As it is, I am working on a Noro self-striping scarf for her at the moment (pretty sure it is silk garden, the damned first scarf - too ugly to be seen in public - was kureyon), using the smaller needles, so it looks almost decent...

I had to cut my library trip short to go lead the vocational therapy group I have just started for the agency I consult for.  It was fairly successful.  

So I am still bitter, as I have to fly a couple of counties south now and go see my dad to give him his birthday cards and go see my ex to get some cash.  

However, I am also planning on meeting a new SNB (since no one is allowed to say STITCH N BITCH!!!) friend to go ogle at Magpie Yarn in Lexington.  Good thing Jane (the AWESOME owner) is so kid-friendly, because the demon daughters (my version of DDs) will be with me....

Can you tell I have determined that I am happier when I figure out a way to wedge textiles and YARN into my day?  Or am I weaving the yarn into my day?  

Oy vey.  

September means autumn is coming... at some point.... right???

Ohhhhh.  (Read this as a big sigh.)

I am so attuned to autumn.  It takes forever to get to central Kentucky, and then as soon as it arrives, it is gone.  

So I wait, breathlessly.  And try not to blink. 

Today finds me in Appalachia - or at least in eastern Kentucky.  I am planning a drive back through the foothills of the mountain chain to go pick up the girls and go home to flat-land suburbia.  

And no, I still have not cleaned out the house in BFE.  My window for doing so is as narrow as the town's residents' minds.....

So as my brain threatens to explode from the stress of too much to do, and no funds to get the jobs done, I determine now that blogging for the day may not have been such a good idea.  

Sorry, folks.  I will try this in a few days, maybe next week.....