Timing is everything

The other night I went to the store and ran into the one guy that I said I would actually like to date. His kids went to daycare at out facility, and I helped take care of them fro time to time. He does not live in my town though and it was a surprise to see him there, but the thing that really made me happy is that he went way out of his way to speak to me, and he immediately knew who I was when he saw me. It was really nice. He talked to me for about 20 minutes in the middle of the isle, and he looked so nice. I looked awful because I had worked half of the day cleaning the inside of someone's house, and their deck and things like that. I can not wait to get a full time position that will pay me enough money that I can be comforatable.

Prarie State Park.

My aunt happens to be a park ranger at Prarie State Park. There are prarie chickens, and buffalo, and plants,a nd bugs, and such. Over the weekend, the park had an event and people came from around the area to see pioneer people doing what people used to do. There was dutch oven cooking, and music playing, brain tanning, stantic throwing, and games, such as the throwing of buffalo chips for a prize of $1,000. (I think.) There ware people dressed in old fashioed clothing, and wood fires every where, but there was no fiber craft, no quilts, no afghans, no nothing, only one woman was wearing a shawl and it was not even knitted or crocheted. It was store bought and looked like somone popped the whole thing off of a knit-wit. I was dissappointed, but when I asked my aunt why they did not have someone spinning up the buffalo hair for the evnet, she said she was lucky to have what she got. So, I think that the next time they have the event I would like to talk to her about setting up a spinning wheel, and maybe a loom, and have someone kinning, someone crocheting, tatting, and quilting with examples of each of them. I did not want to poke at a sore spot, but I was curious. But, if there was a way to get the buffalo wool, I would love to learn how to spin, first though I need to get a spinning wheel.

Man, oh Man!

I have something about men to get off of my chest, I said that we were going to go to the State Park, but he (X) could meet me at my house if he wanted to. He says great. So, did he ever show up? No. Did he call? Yes, an hour and a half later. Turns out he calls and leaves a message saying he did not feel so well. Why, you ask? Because he had a house full of people all night into the morning, and he stretched his earring holes, which made him ill. He thinks it is okay to stay up and party and use ear piercing as an excuse to stay away from his children and he thinks that is perfectly acceptable. He has seen his children once for an hour and a half this week, and has he paid any child support? I am sick and tired of being nice. Especially since the other day, I noticed that he drank our 2 year old daughter's pain medication for her tonsils. Not only did he take more than one dose, this is the third time he has drank an actual overdose of liquid hydrocodone medication. He needs to change and apparently nothing I say will work. The courts won't make him take a drug test, and they will not try to test him or order one unless he is arrested for a prior offense. I am sick of his lies. I hope he stays away.

Babies, kids, children and so on...

As I said the other day I got to see my cousins two little children. One is five and the other is two. They never wanted the second of the two which is a shame and it broke them apart. I was upset when I found out I was pregnant, but after a day or two, I calmed down and then I fell in love with the idea. I would not trade having my two for anything in the world, but I would have made me rich whilst having them. (If we are dreaming.) Anyhoo, here are my two precious little bugs.

Whew!

Okay I have managed to land two days substituting, and I hope more, but for now, that is all I can do. I have been working on a blanket using up all of my scrap eyelash yarns, and some other acrylic yarns, (*gasp!*). My kids seem to love it. It is furry, and it looks like sesame street was ground up and woven into something, but I call it the monster pelt. I have been trying to keep busy, and so far I am succeeding, but I did not get to go to Kentucky the other night like I wanted to. I am still poor. I am really counting on getting this state job, and if I do I will be so thankful. I would even be able to pay someone to watch my kids so that I could go to church, speaking of which, I need to make a little girl sweater for my pastor and his wife's child. His wife is my friend Theresa, whom I know and love and miss. I really am getting back in touch with a lot of people that I know back in my home town, and I have to go the high school reunion next year. I have to lose 30 pounds or I am not going. Kidding, I am definitely going. I can't wait;-) I was listening to my tape of the Dixie Chicks, which I have just found after about three years, and the tape broke. It came off of the little round thing on one end, so now I can't listen to it anymore. I must buy a CD. I also got to see a couple of little cousins the other day, and I must say that my cousins little girl and my little girl look a lot alike. I think my daughter looks more like my side of the family that my X's, but I am sure he would never agree. I also made chocolate devils' food cake. MMMMMMMmmmmm.......so good.

Busy, busy, busy.

I have been constantly filling out job search after search trying to find something that I am qualified for, and I would like, is day shift only, and no weekends. I really could use more help from the X, but he is not currently paying child support so I am a little strapped for daycare. I can't even afford to pay for someone to watch my kids for an hour. On the downside of my life, my arm has been killing me lately. I am not sure why, but I think it might have something to do with pilates. I have been trying it lately, and it seems to be a pretty good workout for the midsection. You will feel it later. I have been working on another baby sweater, but it is grey, they same shade of grey that I used in the baby Ezekiel baby sweater. Only, this time I will not be using any different colored stripes. I do not feel like taking any pictures right now. I am so tired, and stressed out trying to figure out where my next paycheck is going to come from. I have managed to be pretty resourceful up until now, but I have simply just run out of options. I have been called to substitute for two different occasions locally and I am looking forward to it. I miss all of the excitement in the children's eyes when they realize that it is time for art.

Afghan to Cindy

I have finished my step-mother's afghan, and I will be mailing it out tomorrow, or rather later today. I am surprised that it took me since Sunday, since it was actually very easy. I do not crochet much and when I do, the pattern has to be written in a way that I can understand, which is not much. I used the pattern from the lion brand website titled the 5 1/2 hour afghan. The pattern actually calls for 3 balls of Jiffy yarn to be used concurrently, but I used two strands of homespun instead. I used three differnt colors, and a Q hook as called for. If you have not been to the LionBrand website, you should go, they have tons of free patterns to print or download. Here is the link if you are interested.

strange,

You know, I can't seem to help myself, but I think all of my pictures make me look stupid, so I think I have momentarlily taken one that is okay. So, yes, I am once again changing the photo of myself in my profile. I will have more progress later today in knitting hopefully. I am gong to go fill out some applications for now. I have to get a job. I would like to find one that will let afford a better lifestyle, but I don't know if that will happen. You would think that a college degree would help you to earn a better living, but so far that has not been the case.

Labor day, labor away.

I have been having a particularly annoying day. My family is driving me crazy. Some one called at the crack of dawn this morning, and woke my son up, who screamed forever, and then I stepprd out on the porch for a second, and my daughter immediately started screaming, and I have an afghan to finish by sometime this week. It is for my step-mother's birthday on Monday. I finished the dress for my cousin and hopefully I can get a picture of her in it later today. I have got to get some kind of job soon, I am going crazy. I still do not have my car back. I miss my car, and I am sick and tired of driving around a car with handicap tags. I am only 28, as of the 21st of last month, and I am not handicap, and I have a car of my own, and I want a job. I can't get a job with this car, everyone looks at me like I am a lawsuit waiting to happen. I always thought it was important to take good care of your car, and to have a good one, but my car is being stripped down apparently without my permission. My battery has been taken out the hood was up in the rain, and there are clothes of my X's roomate in the backseat of my car, which means that when the battery was in the car, his roomate was driving my car 30 miles to work and back. I have an older BMW which I love like a faimly member, and I am getting horribly impatient waiting for it to be fixed. I think I might go annoy some family members so I can borrow a size 24mm wrench. okay, I feel better, I like that I can say what I like without having to worry online. No matter what I say, it always gets blown out of proprtion. No, I think I will leave my internet on all day and go to the park.