The Death of a Dream

For as long as I can remember (maybe 5 or 6 years...I have a short memory), I've wanted to learn how to knit. Apparently that was a pipe dream. I took my first class today and it was awful. The instructor, when she couldn't figure out what I'd done to add an extra loop to a whole line of stitches, was like "well, at least you're consistent." Consistently wrong she meant. I'm so disappointed, but I just could not follow what she was saying and having to focus on the needles and the yarn just gave me a big headache. Barb was like, "well, I guess I won't be expecting a scarf for Christmas!"

There goes my hopes for a handmade Christmas. Sigh....

This is what I get.

So it's been raining for, I guess, 4 days now, maybe 5. That's a pain enough as it is, but adding a dog and freshly cut grass to the mix brings a whole new level to the irritation - it looks like the floor of a barn in here between the fur, dirt and grass everywhere. I've been sweeping and swiffering and vacuuming daily just trying to keep up with the mess we keep bringing in. Last night I got sick of it and decided I wasn't going to vacuum or mop again until it stops raining (which is predicted to be sometime in the next year, I gather).

But this afternoon I was sitting around being bone idle watching it rain (shocker) and decided I really should vacuum one more time. I get my handy little Eureka Quick Up out. This is the best little vacuum EVER (call me Eureka people!). As I'm about to unwind the cord, the handle slips out of my hand and the vacuum falls backwards to the ground. When the hook that holds the cord breaks off, I'm not too upset. I've had this $30 vacuum for 2 years in which time it has probably been dropped 100 times. Annoying, but not fatal. I throw the hook away and plan to just wrap the cord around the handle, which is the perfect plan, until the handle falls off in my hand. Waaah! I should have just waited until it stopped raining.

I got excited because tomorrow is Friday. 2 seconds later I got sad 'cause no, it's not.

This makes me irrationally angry

You can buy this wall cling from Target. com:

Here's a thought: why not get the real thing? It might make you smarter, not just a better decorator. For some reason the very existence of this makes me a little bit crazy. They're called books people! Try one; you just might like it!

And I have a spider bite. 

Pain

I am a hot mess today. Let's take an inventory of my various injuries. Bruise on my left thigh. 2 big bruises on my right shin; one of which was almost healed until I rammed the same spot in Lowe's today. I'm covered in mosquito bites. Elsa jumped on me yesterday after she got her nails clipped and before she had the chance to wear them down any. Now I'm sporting an 8 inch (I measured) red puffy scratch and bruise combination from my mid forearm to the first knuckle on my thumb. I'm going to have to wear pants and long sleeves until I get all this worked out.  

What is wrong with me?!?! I must have totally lost my mind! When will I learn to leave well enough alone? Is there any hope for me with that? I'm beginning to think not.

no no no no no no no NO!

Stupid TiVo cut off right in the middle of "Don't Stop Believing" on Glee! ARGH! Why?! Why must my life be so difficult? 

Ok I'm totally joking. Kind of. I really liked the show and wanted to see the whole thing. 

This Morning's Weather Report

There's a 90% chance of it raining forever.

All I know...

...is that if I, by some miracle, actually close on this place, I am NEVER EVER moving again as long as I live. If I never move again, then I never have to buy something again. It's completely and totally awful. Seriously, people should really tell you how awful it is; there should be an After School special about it and the dangers to your emotional health. I didn't know. If I had, I would have been about 1000% less excited about it. AWFUL! 

But tomorrow is the inspection. That's kind of neat. I can't help it; it's my idiot side coming out.

Can't sleep. 

And itchy.

Not related, but both annoying.

Ugh...my head is killing me. I've had the worst headache all day. I can't believe that I have to leave the house now. This is why I don't like making plans. Right now I'd much rather take some tylenol and go to bed than get dressed and go listen to loud music. Crap.

One is the loneliest number.

So I'm kind of a loner and most of the time that doesn't really bother me, but there are two things I want to do this week and I don't have someone to do them with. That's annoying. Now I have to decide how much I want to go...enough to look like the girl with no friends twice in one week?

Maybe. 

Really?

Will I ever sleep again?

NOOOOOOOO!!!!

How could they kill Kutner? I knew that someone was dying, but why him? Noooooooo!

But yay for the music; excellent use of an obscure-ish Pete Yorn song. 

Dog tried to eat other half of soap bar tonight.

Bummer

It was not a good ending, and now I'm disappointed. The movie just didn't have the same heart and sweetness that the series did. And the reapers without Rube? That's preposterous!

The movie's made me miss the show even more. Sigh. 

The smell of spring...

...rotting flesh emanating from pretty flowering trees. Awesome. 

I hate Bradford Pears, and the neighborhood is lousy with them.

Hello everyone. I haven't forgotten about you; I've just been sick. Again. I'm on my 3rd round of antibiotics in as many months and am now expecting to die from something mundane like a paper cut. I hate being on these things, but what do you do if you can't get better?

If you need an explanation for the title of this blog, here you go. I pulled a muscle in my sleep last night. Well, I wasn't really asleep; I was kind of half awake, and I felt when I did it. It's a muscle that I always have trouble with - between my neck and my shoulder - could be the trapezius if it's on the side, not just the back. Anyway, I don't know if I was doing windmills in my half-sleep or what, but WOW it hurt. It seems to have worked itself out during the rest of the night though, just a little sore this morning.