Purling Dervish

Hi!  Remember me?

I have not been abducted by aliens nor have I been committed to an insane asylum. I am indeed alive and well… although I think 20 pounds lighter after living in this 90 degree/ 90% humidity for 2 weeks. 

O.o

Seriously.

I am being assimilated… yes, like the Borg. I’m not sure what language I’m speaking anymore… think New Jersey meets Valley Girl meets Texan.  I may have even uttered that I was “fixin’ ta” do something and asked if “ya unt to”?

Yeah.  It’s bad.  Very bad

I have however, realized that I do indeed want to get married again. 

That is if they ever legalize marriage to a steakhouse. 

You must go if you’re ever in the area. It was a religious experience.

I have pictures if I can figure out how to get them off of my new phone and can find the cord to my new camera - since I may have gotten my old one a little wet -*coughdumbasscough*  Not that I really thought to get it out all that often.  I’ve been having too much fun.

I may even have a cute story about Texas and taking him into his first yarn store.  Yes, I popped his cherry.

WHAT?!?!

Since everything is dead or dying in the desert heat, I pulled this picture out of my files.  I took it in February while a little south of where I live.  It had just rained and the drops on the impatiens were just beautiful.

Yes, impatiens in February.

Are you colder climate people jealous yet?  How about snapdragons blooming in December?

Just remember it’s not all that wonderful come August when it’s hotter than hell.

Really.

Hopefully I’ll have a real, live post soon.

I finally got something!

Guess what?

My surgery got approved.

I KNOW!

I’m waiting to hear back as to when this magical thing will occur.

***edited to add*** The 8th!  The 8th!  I’m going under the 8th!

Yeah, that’s a recycled picture because everything is pretty much where I left it. Well, except for I’m ready to turn the heel on the sock. I ripped and reknit the Alpine to the point I was last week. Other than that? Not much else. OH! Wait! I did cast on for another sock. Yeah. I know. I’ve had a few tiny cross stitch finishes that I can’t show until I finish them and they go to their new homes. And I’ve warped the loom with the Tofutsies I bought with Angie.

I hear it will make a nice wrap. I’m thinking of doing some alternating floats at both ends.

Woo!

< sarcasm > Don’t faint from the excitement. < /sarcasm >

To distract you from the huge lack of content, here is this week’s Unconscious Mutterings:

1. Month to month :: lease
2. Adjusted :: income
3. Prank :: shaving cream
4. Mop :: swiffer is better
5. Clarity :: Zen
6. Parenting :: too often not done well
7. Glenn :: Close
8. Fingerprint :: Saving Grace (the last episode popped into my mind)
9. Pineapple :: Pina Colada
10. Attorney :: pain in the ass

Hope you all have a great weekend!

Well this is odd. I have nothing today. I mean really have nothing for you. No Trash Talk, no Take No Prisoners… even the TMI questions just didn’t do it for me this week. I can’t even find a picture to share.

Jump in my nightmare, the water’s warm!

~Jerry Maguire

I’ve always had vivid dreams. I mean vivid with a capital V. I also have lucid dreams from time to time. I don’t know if it’s the new medication or that I’m getting a deeper sleep and it’s allowing me to dream, but this week has been C-R-A-Z-Y with dreams.

And nightmares. Not the nightmares of children… you know, no monsters or being lost. Real people and what could be real situations. I think I’d rather be unable to sleep.

So, the point of that? Today, I have a question for you all…

Do you still have nightmares and if you want to share, what was the last one you had?

Happy Tuesday y’all!

You never know what is enough, until you know what is more than enough.

~William Blake

I saw that quote over at Kathryn’s , loved it and swiped it. (go wish her happy birthday, yes it was yesterday, but it’s not too late!).

How about a little Manic Monday everyone?

How would your friend describe you to someone who has never seen you? Well, if it was Cookie, she’d say I was the tall one wrapped around her ankle. A cute gay kid described me as sexy in a text message yesterday. Ana always says “she’s a white girl who’s darker than me”. (Ana is Mexican and kind of hates that I tan better than her) And then there are some people who describe me as wild, playful and flirty. Oh and let’s not forget Adulterous Whore - don’t ask. (I think I’ve lost my moral majority readership with yesterday’s fuckpuppies, so why not just push it all the way over the edge)

Do you trust anyone to protect you? Who, and why? In general, my answer is myself, that I’ve learned not to really depend on others. However, have you met Angie? And have you seen her handle a firearm? I was going to be all coy about this last one, but what the hell. I’d trust Texas because he’s shown he can be trusted.

If you died or went missing, who would miss you? Well crap. If this isn’t a bit of a morbid question. It’s almost like a serial killer stalking their next victim. You know, “let’s see who says no one” so we can hunt them down and kill them. Next!

Yesterday was better. I sang in the morning - yes, in a church and it didn’t fall down - and then watched movies the rest of the day. Must Love Dogs, Saw, part of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest, and then Under the Tuscan Sun. I just love Diane Lane.

Yeah, I don’t get me either.

At least I’m cute sweet lovable ummmm… unusual and sometimes funny?

Happy Monday y’all!

Warning: Most of this post was written while doing my own version of speedballing. Hyped up on caffiene to try and counteract the low from the meds. It was a fun day.

For you WordPress-ers out there, FEEDJIT does work with this blogging platform. You just can’t do the one click install thing. If you can edit your themes, you can add it in. If you need help, just leave a comment and I’ll walk you through it. That shit is fun. Thanks for the heads up Cookie.

GatorBait called yesterday to let me know there was a car show in town. VROOOOOM! I even got to go for a ride in one. Mmmmmmm. O.k., so it wasn’t that Camaro up there (which sounded incredible when running, oh you have no idear) but it was a beautiful 54 Buick hardtop painted purple with the prettiest sparkles. Which I only got a crappy shot of.

I’m a whole milk kind of girl, I think dairy products just taste better with all the fat. Plus the stripping away takes out some of the nutrients that milk is good for. Recently, someone was extolling the virtues of reduced fat dairy stuff so I decided to give some 2% cottage cheese a try again this week. Nope. Still tastes like shit crap.

Plus, did you know that usually, when the fat content goes down, carbs go up. I’m a little militant about carbs since I am an insulin dependent diabetic. I’m constantly calculating the carb content an how many units of insulin I’ll need if I eat this or that. It’s like this little computer in my head.

Relating this all back to Carrie’s great post from the other day. I earned my weight from the drugs I was on for my Lupus and just giving up after that. I thought “why bother” when I was just going to have another round of Cytoxin and lose it or go back on prednisone and gain it all back. Maybe it’s getting older or just not having a really bad flare for so long, but now I care more - hence the whole “intention” thing at the beginning of the year. I want to be healthy and I don’t want to be tied to taking this or that for the rest of my life. Plus I’m kind of digging the intense workouts I’ve been doing. Yeah. I said that.

And while we’re talking health. I never did do a floppy paw update. I’m good at whatever I do! Including forming scar tissue. Which is binding everything up in there and causing issues. It can be improved upon, so it’s all good. The forearm stuff is definitely going to need surgery and the upper arm? Well, I can help with that in the meantime - just dig in there, grab a hold of the scar tissue and roll it between my fingers to help break it up. Hence the increase in pain medication. It’s kind of growing on nerves and tendons and muscles and stuff.

Like I said, it’s all good.

Yes, I avoided working on Alpine since I was all wired and shit.

Are you all still here? Really?

Is it bad that I’m amused my blog comes up as number four when searching the word fuckpuppies? And why are they looking for fuckpuppies? I mean I wouldn’t intentionally search out fuckpuppies. Should I be scared? Should we all be scared?

Did I mention how I can’t wait to throw out all of the floppy paw paperwork? I had to pull it out to fill out some forms for the insurance company and I cannot believe the amount of crap I have for it. Have you ever wondered why they send so much needless crap out to you?

I feel a big OCD cleaning binge/junk purge coming on. I’m not sure if it’s Otter’s or Nora’s fault… or maybe the idea of moving all this shit. It could also be the fact that a bunch of my clothing isn’t fitting anymore and do I want to keep it around? I wonder what Joan would do?

Which made me crack out the sewing machine and work on a couple of tops. Yeah. That would be five different fabrics. For five different tops. You did see the part at the top about being hopped up on caffeine, right?

Plus, I may have worked up enough courage to go through “the box“. Either that or I’m going to be an emotional mess that day. Any takers for talking me off the ledge?

You made it to the end? OH! You’re waiting for the sock portion of this aren’t you? Well Ms. Let’s Mainline Some Caffiene seems to have forgotten to take a picture. So go here, take a good look and just imagine it with another repeat. Mmmmkay?

Happy Sunday y’all!

*ETA* Look what Cookie made me… my own pink sparkly name. Isn’t she great?

This one was taken a couple of weeks ago at Sequoia. We drove down to Hume Lake and me, missing water like I do, jumped in. It was wonderful and relaxing to be lakeside and I laid down in a bed of pine needles at the base of this tree and started snapping pictures. This one just for Sandy and her Saturday Sky… and this one too! (I couldn’t decide, so you get two)

We bloggers do some crazy shit for our blogs and that was one indication that Texas was going to be able to hang… he didn’t run with talk of blogs and crazy pictures and that little yarn addiction I have.

This was me yesterday. (Happy Carrie? I blogged the faceplant) At least I wasn’t drooling. I’m hoping since I got a nice, solid 8 hours of sleep last night that the one pill won’t make me so… um… mellow.

Happy Saturday y’all!

I have Alpine Lace to re-start today… what are you doing with your Saturday?