This Christmas, I’m thankful that there is only one high school Winter Concert, and it’s done.
Category Archives: necessary evils
Except for this paragraph in which I’ll tell you that they’re now officially gone (all four of them), and I don’t remember any of the process (awesome). I’ll also tell you that Merkin got the day off (officially — he still had to log in and work from home a bit), and has been taking very good care of me. Then he brought BratzBasher home, and she cuddled with me and discussed silly things. It made me feel better. That and the drugs. Mmm…drugs…. Add in the cold gel packs, and the swelling has almost completely gone down. Also awesome. So a few days of mashed potatoes, soup, and chocolate pudding should have me right as rain.
In the meantime, here’s a picture of some quilted star ornaments I made. The one in the middle is from the first year I made them, but the other two are new this year, using scraps. The one on the right has a cool spiral pattern that wraps all the way from front to back (as you can see in the second picture). The one on the left has just one piece of fabric in the center and some rectangular pieces tucked into the second row of triangles to hide pins:
I had a couple of friends over for lessons on how to make these, and we had a great time chatting and folding and pinning. If you want directions for the spiral pattern, I’m planning on doing another one so I can document the steps. It’s for the Purple Lady, so it’ll be in shades of purple. That should make it easier to see the spirals.
I’m also crocheting a scarf out of Lion brand’s Homespun yarn for my grandmother. It’s super soft yarn, but a bit difficult to work with, so it’s slow going. I’m getting there, though. Should have it done in plenty of time for Christmas. The color I chose is “parfait” because she likes pink. This is pink, but not overpoweringly so. It should go with lots of different things.
So I had to get some work done at the dentist today. The numbing gel had a really strong scent, but I couldn’t quite place it. It was very strong, though, and tasted vile. When I told them it tasted gross, the dentist said, “Yeah, that bubblegum flavor is pretty strong.” My response? “Gah! Bubblegum?! I hate bubblegum!” I didn’t recognize it because it’s been ages since I’ve had the stuff. Also, as an adult, I was not expecting bubblegum-flavored anything at the dentist’s office. That’s for kids, isn’t it? Anyway…they’re putting a note in my file: “hates bubblegum”. Thank you.
Now I have to wait for the novacaine to wear off before I can eat something that tastes good. Sigh.
So what’s the last flavor you’d ever want the dentist to put in your mouth? Bubblegum? Cherry? Orange? Piña Colada? (Seriously, I was told that last one is an option.)
My dad and stepmom are coming for a visit next week, and I’m in a mild cleaning frenzy. I actually tackled the worst room we have upstairs (aside from BB’s, that is): the computer/craft room. It will be finished tomorrow, but the big victory came when I was finally able to close the craft closet doors for the first time in years. Years, people. This room hasn’t been properly cleaned since the last Harry Potter book came out. I know because I made myself clean it before I would allow myself to read the book. Also under the category of “good news”: I found my piggy pen!
Aside from the cleaning, I’m refurbishing a wedding dress for a friend. She found it at Goodwill for an excellent price, and I volunteered to
- re-secure beads
- replace buttons
- replace hook/eye closures
- repair seams
- add straps
- raise the hem (she’s petite)
- sew a matching shrug (minus the beads, of course — I’m not that crazy.)
I thought it would take me forever to do the beads, but it turned out that only a small fraction are loose — yay! I should be done with that part in a couple of days. I suppose I could do it in one, but that would require me to stop cleaning in the meantime. Don’t worry. I’ll post a pic when everything is done.
Did I mention I’ve caught a cold? The darn high school football team is determined to stick to their no-loss strategy, and now they’re in the playoffs. BB and the rest of the marching band had to play pep music and perform for the halftime show on Wednesday. (Who schedules a high school football game on a school night?) I bought BB some new long johns for the occasion, and they kept her toasty warm. She recommends the Cuddl Duds at Walmart. (No, that’s not a typo. They really did leave off the “e”.) I, on the other hand, caught a cold. I’m hoping to beat it before the folks show up next week. Wish me luck. Oh, and did I mention that we get to do it all over again Monday night? Yeah, another school night, another playoff game. Sigh. I’ll dress even warmer this time.
BB: Remind me what a wino is?
Foo4: A drunk — usually a homeless drunk.
BB: Oh. I thought it was a drunk monk. You know, priests, men of the cloth?
Foo4: Dipping into the communal wine?
So BratzBasher started band camp last week. It’s a two-week thing, so she’s still being tortured on a daily basis. At least the second week is half-days. The other tuba players tell her she’ll get used to the sousaphone eventually. Right now, it’s a pain in the shoulder and the neck. Plus, there’s that giant bell.
When the wind is really blowing, it can knock her over. Well, she admits she hasn’t been fully knocked over yet. She’s just had to take a few stabilizing steps back. At least there’s popsicles. She says that makes up for a lot of it.
The marching band’s theme is “The Butterfly Effect”, and they’re just now starting to learn the “pictures”. It’s difficult for my freshman to adjust, but I’m sure she’ll get the hang of it eventually. Sooner than she becomes accustomed to the sousaphone, no doubt.
BB got fitted for her uniform on Friday. Three pairs of pants, two jackets, and two pairs of shoes later…she has a fitting uniform…with a hole in the knee. Apparently, the previous wearer tried to patch it with duct tape and thread. They did not, however, fit her for a hat. All of the sousaphonists’ — okay, sousaphone players’ (the computer doesn’t like my first word choice) hats are the same size. They get to wear berets because the plumed hats don’t allow for the bell that goes over their heads. “Yay! I don’t have to worry about putting my feather on backwards!” She’s kidding, of course. I think the berets look kinda cool. The plumed hats really are dorky.
Another plus is that she’s already memorized her music. She’s never done that before, so I’m quite proud of her.
Some highlights from the first week:
- The director doesn’t take himself — or the marching TOO seriously.
- BB had a competition with the trumpet section leader to see who could play the highest note. BB won. On her sousaphone.
- The drum major is fun. He’s a tuba player, of course.
- One word: popsicles.
BB: Are you waiting for the words to come to you?
BB: Come flying up your nose and into your brain?
Nah. I got nothin’. Maybe I’ll post again before next month.
You know, the ones where you call up your insurance company and have to push all of these buttons before you can speak to an actual person? I tried that today when I called for prior authorization to see my new psychiatrist, and I got stuck around the “enter your birth date” question. Don’t get me wrong. I know when I was born. I know how to enter my birth date on a telephone key pad. I did not, however, immediately know the answer to the next question. That caused the maze to send me right back to the birth date thing, but when I tried to re-enter my birthday, it started to talk over me. Did I mention the maze narrator is a shouter?
PLEASE ENTER YOUR BIRTH DATE AS AN EIGHT-DIGIT NUMBER FOLLOWED BY THE POUND SIGN NOW!!!
No, wait. That should read like this:
PLEASE! ENTER! YOUR! BIRTH! DATE! AS! AN! EIGHT! DIGIT! NUMBER! FOLLOWED! BY! THE! POUND! SIGN! NOW!
Merkin says he’ll help me try again tonight. Sigh. I don’t want to have to go through this again with the therapist. I don’t even have a therapist lined up yet. This really bites. You’d think that sane people would be bending over backwards to make sure that we crazies don’t wind up driving through their office windows.
I should probably wait until BratzBasher gets back and tells me how the day went before I write this post, but it isn’t really about her. Much.
I just realized a couple of hours ago that BB essentially wore a Halloween costume to school today — minus the honkin’ big space gun. I doubt anyone will notice.
Anyway…back at the ranch…I’m bored. I should really make a run to the local Goodwill and get rid of some clothes and stuff that I found while *gasp* cleaning up. Actually, I’m looking at it as more of a “cleaning out” project. I’d make some great progress if I could just bring myself to part with a mountain or two of fabric. I’ve got tons, but it all has so much potential that I haven’t yet convinced myself that I’ll never get around to using it. Most of it is left over from other projects. I could make half a dozen quilts (at least), but I don’t quilt.
I have a question — rather, a request for suggestions. You see, BB’s school doesn’t allow kids to carry backpacks to class. Girls are allowed to carry purses, for obvious reasons, but BB doesn’t want to carry a purse for that particular obvious reason because she thinks it’s too girly. So what can she carry around? Any ideas?