Workspace taken over by angry butterflies!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been a bit busy the past week with work. One of our gals was away for 2 weeks to Hawaii...grrrrr....so the schedule was a bit wonky. I spent any of my precious free time working on a few projects and doing a little thrifting for myself and for the Shop. I found some pretty good stuff this week. I kept most of it, of course...but there are a few good things I just updated to Etsy. I also added the completed work that resulted from this disaster....





Can we say...Federal Disaster Area. I was up late last night putting the room back together before Pat's head exploded. I think some of my stuff was creeping onto his half of the room. But anyway...this is what I was making...

ANGRY BUTTERFLY PINCUSHIONS!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!






They're up in the shop now for sale...they need a new home...because, to be rather frank...i can't control them. They're so temperamental...

Other than that..it's just work work and more work...but I see I have 3 days off next week from the diner so I'm going to definitely utilize that time for some more projects I have bouncing around in my noggin. I just collected a beautiful pile of autumn leaves this morning and I must find something to do with them.

Shop Update

I've added a few things up in the shop a couple days ago and realized I forgot to announce that here....DOH!!! It's been a long week and a half at work with one of our girls on vacation and my brain is shot. But anyhew...some vintage pieces are up and a few original hand knits...so go take a peek-a-boo if you like.

Nite nite....

BOOM!!!

Um...yeah...I keep hearing really loud booming off in the distance...either they're having random fire works in the rain at the fair grounds...or the British are coming...

on a completely unrelated note...here's a new cap i knitted...WOOT

This was a classic newsboy cap pattern with a few tweeks here and there. I used Sensations Angel Hair Stripes yarn which is a bit bulkier than the preferred worsted weight. Perfect for tucking up thick hair or dreds...WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I love the Salvation Army

So I just spent a wonderful 5 days with my best friend, Karly. She flew in from Seattle to spend a some time with me. It's been a year since we've seen each other. Her wedding actually...where she married a guy I used to date...GAH!!! I always knew they'd be perfect for each other. I love being right.

The week went by WAY too fast. It didn't help that I woke up Monday morning (the day we were picking her up at the airport) sick. I've been fighting this damn cold for almost 2 weeks now. But there was a lot of thrifting throughout the week.

We went to the Salvation Army in Oneonta and I found the most adorable ukulele with little roses painted on it. It rattled a bit when I picked it up, but I figured it was just a bit of broken off wood inside. Upon further inspection, however, Pat and I discovered that it was NOT a bit of broken wood...but rather a half-eaten, somewhat petrified donut hole....

*sigh*

Karly's words of optimism....

"At least it wasn't a dead bird.."

Family Infostructure

I've been rather preoccupied lately. My sister has been diagnosed with cervical cancer and I've been thinking of her a lot. My relationship with my family is distant at best. My parents divorced when I was 10 and my mom took me from Florida to upstate NY. Since I graduated high school 10 years ago, I've only returned to Florida a handful of times to visit. I don't feel very close to any of my family, partially because of the distance, but also I never felt close to them when I was little either. I've always felt like the black sheep of the bunch.

Since my sister has been diagnosed, however, I've been reevaluating my relationship with my family. Time suddenly feels very fleeting and precious. I feel I should make more of an effort to be closer to them. But that natural instinct just isn't within me. I only find myself able to bond with others who share similar interests with me (which I've found very few) and my family and me are like night and day. My father is probably the most similar in disposition to myself, but the years apart have still left this awkward gap between us.

I see how Pat is so close to his relatives and it boggles my mind. In turn the lack of bonding with my own family produces the same sort of confusion with him. Pat calls his mom, or vise versa several times a day. His dad, several times a week. His mom only lives a few blocks away and the thought of moving to a different town is out of the question to him.

I guess it's partly the product of different upbringings that have produced such different family dynamics for us both. Whatever it is, I'm striving to improve mine, but it's hard. I just hope my sister is going to be okay.

ORDER UP!!!

Okay..I haven't really written for a few days...but that's because there's nothing to really write about. I've been stuck at work so much that there's no time for even a little weekend adventure in my life. Like today...this should be my day off...but I'll be going to work AGAIN because they we seem to ALWAYS be short staffed. Buhhhh

I've noticed I'm becoming quite the bitter individual too. The conclusion to why this is happening is simple...people suck. I don't know what goes on in someone's head when they go out out eat but evidently abusing their server is priority in their mind. I don't know when it became socially acceptable to take out all daily frustrations on someone bringing you a burger...but it must have..because it happens to to me and all the girls I work with...A LOT.

And if they're not mean then they're simply stupid. I mean...how do you really forget what you've ordered in the 15 minutes it's taken to cook it. But this happens so often that a research team should be assembled immediately to explore this phenomenon. It never ceases to amaze me...

EXAMPLE: there's 3 people at the table...2 have ordered burgers...one a waffle...I stand there holding the waffle (because I've got so much crammed in my head at this point that I'm not going to remember who's ordered what) and call out "Waffle with strawberries"

.......(insert crickets chirping if you wish)

(slightly more irritated now) "Waffle with strawberries..." The tards glance around in a state of utter confusion and then look at me with complete bafflement for a good 10 seconds until something clicks into place in one of their pea brains and I can see the light go DING....

"oh dude, that's mine"

No shit dumbass....and don't call me dude...

And then there's the fucks that MUST just take enjoyment in watching you run around like a jackrabbit on crack...because why else would they order their water and then a sandwich, and then a side of mayo, and some mustard, oh...and can i have a Pepsi...oh and some extra napkins...oh...this doesn't come with fries???? can i have some??? (bimbo now batting eyelashes as if that's going to make me forgive her fucking annoying bimbo voice) Coincidently enough, these are the one's that ALWAYS leave you a dollar (mostly in pennies)

And never mind the Gimmie Gimmies. (all of you who know me would laugh at my polite voice i'm using right here...it's about an octave above my normal one) "Hi guys...how are you today?"
"um yeah...gimmie a grilled cheese with fries" never even making eye contact with me. I'm sure in that gimmie there was a hello in there somewhere. pfft...

And the all around miserable cunts...I mean..if you're reallllly that miserable...STAY THE FUCK HOME...don't bring it out in public and subject everyone to it. Same goes for the miserable BITCHY cunts. If you're going to be that bitchy to me then you sure as hell better be good looking because all you fat ugly miserable cunts that look at me in disdain can really kiss my ass. Just because you're fat and ugly isn't my fault. I'm just bringing you a plate of disgusting fried food that, incidentally i've probably spit in...BON APPETITE you hag.

There's the white trash families with their nine white trash kids that come and annihilate my booth with flung fried food and broken crayons and the perpetual smell of cow shit...you know..you can really keep that dollar you left me and put it towards a maid..because I certainly am not one.

And I will never understand the ones that come to a sit down restaurant and bitch about the speed of the food preparation...If you're in that much of a hurry then go to fucking Mc Donalds...there's on on every corner.

There are the few sweet regulars that come in and truly make the day bearable. Unfortunately most of then are rather elderly and several have already passed away this year, which makes me sad. They...and the wad of cash I walk out with every day keep me going. Otherwise I think I'd go stick my head in the fryer and end it all.

Cheers

I think he was my dad....

So...the death of George Carlin has gotten me really bummed. I usually don't get sad over celebrity deaths, but this one I did. He was just such an amazing, witty, and genuinely intelligent man. Once you got past the crudeness (which I loved) what He had to say was so true.

I really do think I was adopted and George was really my dad.

And on a completely random tangent, I've recently made an observation and upon making this observation I've come to a definite conclusion....

Tube Tops should be BANNED from the planet. They are the most unflattering, ugly piece of attire, trumped only by mommy jeans. STOP WEARING THEM! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD...do your tits a favor and swap to a halter.

that is all....