True or false?

Some of this actually hits the mark.

Your Birthdate: October 21

Being born on the 21st day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving, but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

And to KatyaR who commented on yesterday's post: "Ten times a day--pfft!! I'm guessing at least 15!" Hey, just remember I'm also obsessively tracking the yarn orders we have placed.

Coming soon to a blog near you: a new camera and hopefully Buzz Lightyear and Woody

I finally did it! I ordered a digital camera. Woohooo! I have been researching exactly what kind of camera to buy for MONTHS now. I'm not kidding - months. And after not 1, not 2, not even 3, but 4 spreadsheets later, I finally made my decision. And I guarantee you if there's a website out there that reviews cameras, I found it and read all about my potential digicams. Yes, my anal retentiveness has hit new heights. Who knew? I guess I've always had a hard time making decisions because I'm afraid I'll choose the wrong thing. I am a Libra, after all. In the end, I finally just picked one and the winner is (drumroll please) the Canon PowerShot A510. If you must see what it looks like, click HERE. Now I just have to be patient and wait for it to arrive. I will try to resist the urge to track my order ten times a day, but it will be hard. Now you see why my son has certain tendencies.

And speaking of the kiddo, one morning last week he yawned and said to me, "Mama, Braden's tired." Isn't that the cutest? Then on Sunday morning he said to me, "Mama, Braden's cold." So this is good - he's finally starting to verbalize a little better. Now we just have to work on the potty training, which is not going well at all. Sometimes he will have pee running down his little legs and not care a bit. (Now please don't think the pee running down his legs is due to any parental neglect. The kid's a peeing machine.) But we're trying and we even have a big-time reward for when he finally uses the potty at home. I hit the Disney Store sale a couple of weeks ago and they had some AMAZING deals. I got a Buzz Lightyear playtent for $12, and a Buzz and Woody doll twin-pack for $10. They are huge and Buzz even has all buttons to push and talks like in the movie. Oh, and they also had their long-sleeved pajamas for $3.99 a set. People, you can't even buy pajamas at Walmart for $3.99 a set, let alone ones with Disney characters on them. So anyway, we are ready for the potty training to commence. (If you have any ideas for us to try, please leave me a comment.)

I will not track my order ten times a day. I will not track my order ten times a day. I will not track my order ten times a day...

Thankful

You know, there are times when I feel sad and wish my life could be better, and then I see something like THIS and I am reminded exactly how good I have things and how thankful I should be. I strongly urge everyone to click on the link and watch a powerful video. Seriously. Go now. It's short and won't take much time at all. If you have to download a new flash player or some other kind of plug-in to play it, do it. I promise you, it's worth it. And if watching the video doesn't move you in some way (even a tiny bit), you just. aren't. human.

Somber but hopeful

Today marks the 10th anniversary of the Murrah Building bombing here in Oklahoma City. Click HERE to read the special coverage at the Oklahoman's website. Or click HERE to go to the Bombing Memorial's website. I can't believe it has really been 10 years. President Clinton gave a great speech earlier today at the memorial ceremony and I loved the part where he was talking about the Survivor Tree at the Memorial. He said, "Boy, that tree was ugly when I first saw it (in 1995), but survive it did. Trees are good symbols for what you did. You can't forget the past of a tree. It's in the roots, and if you lose the roots you lose the tree. But the nature of the tree is to always reach for tomorrow. It's in the branches." Kind of puts things in perspective and gives me new hope for the future.

You know you're having a bad day when...

You email your best friend in an attempt to gain her insight and knowledge on the behavior of a certain little person in your life (she's an early childhood education major, after all) because you are at your wit's end, and she asks you how long you've been off your meds. Seriously though, she helped me put things in perspective and I'm extremely grateful for that. So if you're reading this, Kim, thank you and I love ya!

I'm still working on the baby gift I'm knitting, but I highly doubt I'll be finished before the shower on Saturday and I'm feeling very antisocial right now so I don't think I'll be going anyway. Therefore, I will get it done when I get it done and hopefully give it to the mom-to-be before her little one arrives. Plus my hubby offered to give me some time all to myself on Saturday and I'm going to take advantage of it. Should I sleep? Knit? Clean house? Watch TV? Scrapbook? Decisions...

Today’s entry brought to you by Red Cup

Congratulations to my cousin Theresa for getting the good news yesterday that she is pregnant! Theresa, I know it's been a long, stressful journey getting to this point, but you're about to find out that was the easy part... (wink) I'm sending prayers and good thoughts your way.

This morning I could have easily switched my blog’s name to Red Cup. I gave the boy a blue sippy cup of milk this morning. Halfway through his milk, he tells me to “take it drink.” “Take your drink?” “Yes, take it drink.” So I took his cup, waiting for what I’m sure would be something annoying and entertaining at the same time. He said, “Red.” “Red? Red what?” “RED!” This goes on for about 10 minutes with me telling him I don’t know what red means and he insisting that it’s something he must have. FINALLY he says “Red cup!” He wanted his Spiderman cup with the red top. I explained that he already had milk in his blue cup which he seemed fine with earlier, and that I was NOT going to dirty another sippy cup when there was nothing wrong with the blue one other than it wasn’t the one he wanted. And that’s precisely the moment my day went to hell. Why do I let this drive me crazy? I will leave you with a picture of his sweet little face, because it is the only that kept me from throwing him across the room this morning.

In need of a serious attitude adjustment

I've been in a bad mood lately. I'm not sure why (perhaps hormones) but my irritation threshhold is VERY low right now. That doesn't mix well with a cute, loveable, irritating, little turd of a boy who loves to torment me at the worst possible times. We took him to a family birthday party on Saturday at a crowded roller skating rink. And he went into full Crackhead mode. We didn't expect him to skate since he's only 3 and he definitely didn't want to. But the child became so hyper that he kept falling down while trying to jump and walk at the same time, so I'm thinking it's probably a good thing he DIDN'T want to skate. And when he wasn't jumping up and down, he was trying to use me as a human jungle gym. Anyway, my aunt, sensing that I needed a break from the Crackhead, offered to babysit Saturday night and let the hubby and me have a night to ourselves. It was wonderful. We went to eat and then to go see Sahara. It was great - lots of action, humor, and several scenes with a topless Matthew McConaughey. What more could you ask for?

Then on Sunday I was slapped in the face by reality when I had some photos developed. Some of the pictures were from Easter and I look like I'm 9 months pregnant. So now I'm extremely motivated to lose the extra pounds that I'm carrying. You know it's bad when your mother-in-law has lost 175+ pounds and she now looks smaller than you. Seriously. Just step away from the fridge already! And while you're at it, get your lazy ass off the sofa and start exercising. But then again, exercising is going to cut into my knitting time. Dilemnas... And speaking of knitting, I'm about halfway through with one of the baby projects I'm working on. I can't show you any pictures because I don't have a digital camera (I'm working on that), but I can tell you that I am loving Tahki Cotton Classic. It's so soft, and it just knits up beautifully.

And finally, I leave you with a picture of my first completed pair of socks. The picture makes the shape of the left sock look differently, but I think it's because I didn't arrange them very well. They actually look pretty similar in shape. The pattern is the basic sock pattern from Knit It! magazine, issue 3 and the yarn is Super Socks color 29 purchased from Yarnela.


Try to have a good Monday.

It's a part of my knitting fantasy

(My apologies to Bad Company.)
Hooray! The pattern I have been waiting for from Patternworks finally arrived today so I can start one of the baby shower gifts I've been needing to make. And it's a good thing too because I got my invitation in the mail yesterday and it's in 2 weeks. Yikes! So I will definitely be casting on for that tonight, and until it's done all cooking, cleaning, laundry, and general care of my family will stop. Ok, maybe that would only happen in my alternate reality, but a girl can fantasize, right?


And in Other News...
Click HERE to read a story that is truly frightening. I cannot believe that potential employers can now use your credit history to determine whether or not they want to hire you. Shouldn't that be one of the things that is protected like sex, race, religion, etc.? I wonder if the author of that post would still be considered for the job if she refused to sign the form or if she told them it was none of their effing business.

Oh, and before I forget again this year...Happy Birthday, Cousin Theresa! Love ya!

What does Blue Candy mean?

Sometimes my son seems to find something to obsess about just to drive me crazy. For example, one morning we were in the car on the way to daycare and he dropped his toy car. He immediately notified me of this with a loud "Oh NO!" followed by several hundred "Car! Car! Car! Car! Car!" etc. And no amount of telling him, "Mommy can't get the car right now, she's driving" or "Ok, I'll get it in a minute" helps. He will continue to repeat the word over and over, often getting louder (so loud that the car radio will not drown him out) until you either a) give in and give him said object or b) scream and yell because he has driven you insane and you just can't take the stress of the chanting along with the stress of driving in rush hour traffic. He will never just give up and accept the fact that you can't provide the object even if you wanted to. No... And it's not only in the car. Sometimes he does the same thing at home. One day he wanted blue candy. We have no idea exactly what kind of candy he wanted, but he was adamant that we had blue candy. I offered gummy bears and chocolate, but they weren't the blue candy his little heart desired. And so blue candy has come to symbolize all the little things in life that I am clueless about and everything I cannot fix. And let me tell you, life is full of blue candy.

The great LYS sale weekend

Well, the hubby and I had to go to Guthrie on Saturday to get our taxes done, and it just happened to be at the same time that SWAK was having a 20% off sale! What a fabulous coincidence! Clearly it was meant for me to go. So I picked up a few things:


I got 2 different colors of Tahki Cotton Classic, 2 colors of Rowan Big Wool, one ball of Trendsetter Vintage, 2 balls of KFI's Flutter, some bamboo circs, and the Fiber Trends Flower Basket Shawl pattern. Even though I just spent a small fortune at SWAK a couple of weeks ago, I justified my weekend purchase by telling my hubby that the majority of it is for gifts. I'm not saying for who or why just in case someone is reading this...

The best thing about our trip was the kiddo. He was a complete angel. Seriously. We stopped to eat at Granny Had One and he behaved beautifully. We even had 2 ladies sitting at the table behind us comment on how good he was being. I was all "what happened to my little spawn?" But really, I was very proud. It's one of those moments where you realize that there is hope and you're not destined to be confined to your house forever because your little crackhead doesn't know how to act in public despite your repeated attempts to teach him how to behave. There is peace in the universe and having kids really isn't so bad. Maybe we should try for another. Or would that be tempting fate?