Morning... and My True Feelings

I am not, as one would say, a "Morning Person" Oh there's nothing wrong with mornings in general, and I find them particularly beautiful when I work a night shift and can open the bedroom window to golden sunlight and flower scented air before laying down to sleep. It's not a time issue at all. It's a matter of being awake issue. You see, I'm just not a graceful waker. That's truly the problem.

I am one of those people who would prefer to wake up with the house to myself. Like this morning. Perfect! I woke up to a rarely polite Great Dane staring at me letting me know that he needed to go potty. I know you're thinking, "That's perfect how?" If you understood just how hard I can sleep you would appreciate that the stare woke me up prior to the smell of a fresh horse Dane pile by the back door. Especially if in our ill grace said dane stepped in said pile and then proceeded to wander the house. That is never a pleasant way to wake. Yes, that is experience speaking

So, I arose, let the well trained dogs who have already been fed by their benefactor Bob out, pottied myself and lay in bed for a few more minutes savoring the fact that the dogs came back in and laid down awaiting for me to awaken enough to invite them for a cuddle. So here we are, laying in bed considering what to do next.

I was thinking that it would be great to go down to the local coffee shop with my knitting, order some tea and enjoy the morning in quiet revelry of my knitting. Alas, the coffee shop closes at 1100. This would be rushing the morning yarn time. I have a couple errands I could get out of my way, but no, I am not quiet awake enough to push my presence among the other drivers. Road rage barely covers what may ensue.

I could get the cats bath out of the way. That way I could shower afterwards and not worry about changing clothes. Wash away the blood and throw away the tattered shirt.  Kidding. For coming to us as a mostly grown kitten and getting a late intro to the monthly baths, she handles them amazingly well. After the initial baleful glare and protest she decides it's a pleasant warm shower and stands with the point of her back between her shoulder blades pressed to the faucet and just relaxes while I scrub. Why wash your cat you ask? I'm allergic and I notice a definite improvement if she gets a monthly bath.

Then I saw the blossoming tulips and nettle in the back yard and the slowly rocking hammock and had an inspiration. So here I am, brewing a morning pot of tea and putting on extra layer to enjoy the spring morning outdoors with the knitting before the wind gets to strong today. Man I love my 12hr night shift schedules some days.

All of us, myself, the knitting, the four dogs and now solitary cat (I think though she misses are Java, she enjoys being the only cat, if only that damn Dane would stop picking her up) hope you started your day as well.

Ugh, First Summer Cold of the Season

I know, you're thinking "What in the world is a summer cold?" Well, anyone with summer allergies probably knows what this is. It's that, I have now become I snot pot for any bacteria to land in and begin breeding like bunnies on meth. One day you have an allergy sniffle. You know, the one where you feel like you nose is a tap with a drip and you even consider walking around with a kleenex wadded in your nostril to quell the drip. The next, you have so much sinus pressure you wish your face would just go ahead and explode and fall off so you would look like one of those flubbed suicide attempts with a shot gun. If any of the few readers here have tried to commit suicide and are now missing most of your face, my sincerest apologies, but please let me know, do you get sinus pressure/pain anymore?


Okay, enough whining about the cold. I'll survive so no use going on about it. I really should be doing yard work, or washing animals, or any other number of things, but I decided to update the blog. I figured it had been a whole work week plus some and I still hadn't posted a thing so I better get to it.

I finally finished the socks for Bob's birthday and tried to make myself knit on a this baby hat I've had on the needles since before the socks were cast on, but it;s the most damnable tedious thing. Then I decided, "hey, I've been good, I finished the wretched sock ribbing. I deserve something better than this!" So I cast on this last night before bed.

It's purdy. I went to Cheyenne on Friday and found this really nice little yarn shop. I spent WAY too much money but I couldn't resist. I found this fantastic green 40% Meriono, 40% Silk and 20% Bamboo yarn and knew it would be perfect to replace this purple stuff I just wasn't enjoying. I've already done this pattern once in a wool silk blend but am teaching a class on it so am re-knitting it again to demo on. Here's the original.

As I was dealing with the camera I stumbles on this cute scene which makes me want to cuddle up with them right there in the bed.

Remember, I warned you. I'm an animal guy. You're going to read about my monsters. Last night as I was brushing my teeth getting ready for bed I found the kids had already settled down. If you knew my dogs you would wonder why the speckled girl in the middle has the bone. She's a dedicated opportunist. She'd make a great hyena. Always hungry, would beg food from an ethiopian and willing to eat anything, but bones and toys she has no time for. Not enough calories. I assume the boys were playing with the bone and she stole it so they'd shut up and let her sleep in peace.

I know I said I was done whining, but I think I'm going to crash and hope I can sleep like Sullivan here.  It would be oh so nice to crash and actually rest not cough, hack, and sniffle.

Hallelujah, Emmitt Frigg'n Ate!

To make a long story short, we went on a camping trip and hit Moab, Arches, Canyon Lands, The Grand Canyon, and Zion National Parks. We were planning on being gone a few nights but two nights into it the Great Dane Sullivan vomitted up his dinner before bed. The next morning he didn't eat and by the time we made camp at the North Rim of the Grand Canyon none of the dogs finished their dinners and Sullivan had the shivers. That night he ended up sleeping between the two of us covered with another sleeping bag to stay warm. That morning he had horrendous diarrhea and only my old gal Shiela ate their breakfast. She in fact didnt' seem fazed by the half incho of snow and in general was kinda bouncy for her.

All that changed by the time we hit Zion. We were just going through the first tunnel when she looked over my shoulder and vomitted on me. So, if you can imagine, there I am stripping down to change in Mormon Territory while Bob cleans up the inside while we're trying to let dogs out to potty, throw up, or crap it all out. If you knew how narrow the road in Zion is, and to add the fact that once one car stops, everyone has to pull over to see what we were looking at, you would probably be laughing at this thought. Needless to say, we decided to hightail it home.

After about a fourteen hour day of driving, stopping to clean up another round of vomit, trying to coax water onto dogs, we got home Tuesday night. This evening, after all the other dogs finally started eating, Emmitt decided to have dinner. You have no idea how happy this makes me. He was going to go to the vet tomorrow if he hadn't started by tomorrow. He would already have gone should he not been drinking and holding it down again.

I just felt the need to share the good news!

Figuring it all out... or so I hope

I'm slowly getting there. I fumbled through all the tabs and got a good portion of this thing figured out through trial and error. Some things like the background photo are still befuddling me but with time, one can only frigg'n hope. So here's to hoping.

So, who the hell is this guy and why is he putting crap out there into the ether for others to care about? I'm not sure exactly. I don't honestly feel as though anyone but some friends and family really care, but I hope the way I look at things, or express them might bring a few people some laughs, smiles, or hell, just a grin occasionally. So, here goes I guess.

I'm sure I'll get comments, some good, a lot bad. It's just how this stuff works. I used to keep up a youtube page. I know all about it. I'm going to ask, if you feel the need to write crappy things to me about something I express. Think twice. Think, 'If I were face to face with this guy, would I say this?'. To that some of us would, but I ask you to start your own blog and write about it there where people can choose to look at it or not. For those of you who are still going to write the ugly crap, I'll tell you now because for the most part I tend to ignore such stuff... "Bugger Off".

Here's a preview of what's to come. I'll try to be positive. When i get negative I'll atleast try to make you laugh. There will be postings about knitting, spinning, dogs, travel/camping, and life's little quirks in general. There will probably be some pics of all of the above. If you care to join me, I love it. Let me know if you guys see any blogs out there you think I need to follow that may suit me and my weirdness.  (How the heck do I get this to upload upright? It's saved upright)

That's about all I can come up with tonight. So I'm going to attack this pair of socks I'm working on and leave you all to it. Whatever Gods and/or Goddesses you may worship bless you and look down upon you benevolently. Or, at least not smite you out of pure boredom and need to watch something on this crazy show we call life  

QGuy

I'm new here, be gentle...

Well, maybe not gentle, but try to be nice. I'll get more posted soon, as soon as I figure out how to design this thing. Me and electronics person? Hold your tongue you bastards!