The knitting project continues. This is something considering most of my ideas get boring after about 15 minutes. I'm basically a ferret on crack. One minute I am doing something and the next... Oooo... shiny!! I had a scarf half way done for my uncle (the man that is married to my aunt who bought me the magical looms) but ran out of yarn and then couldn't find that yarn anywhere ever again. The obvious solution is ordering the yarn off line. However. I hate waiting. I hate waiting and I hate feeling like I am missing out on something wonderful while I wait. So *my* type of solution is to rip the scarf off the loom and throw it in the trash and just send along the hat. No kidding. That's just how I roll. That's right, I'm a board slapper. If I am not winning the game, I don't want to wait to see if I am going to. I would way rather slap the board and never play again. Ever. With knitting though, I want to knit, I enjoy knitting. So out went the scarf and I started on the new. So no, no one has to wait for presents. I mean, are you fucking kidding me?! Waiting for a present is the worst thing you can do to someone. Especially when they know it's coming. And believe me, it is. Now I cannot blog my next project because the person that is not waiting for their present Hi Kerry! reads this blog. So ha! But let me tell you, it's loads of fun. And pretty. And soft. So soft... so beautiful... so nice...
Getting used to driving automatic is not as hard as I thought it would be. It really isn't. Sure, for the first little while I was reaching for the stick shift... and sure, first thing in the morning I would search for the clutch to be able to start the truck. And yes, I totally wonder where my truck is when I come outside in the morning and go into a state of panic. That's better wake up than a cup of coffee, let me tell you. Well, maybe not better but far more effective and waaaaay faster. I can't help but wonder if that's what coffee would be like through an IV?
I am celebrating the summer. I am a summer type of girl. I like heat and sun and heat from the sun. I mosey about with my dogs all day feeling like nothing can stop me. Now that I have caught the hair cutting bug, I can't *wait* to have my next cut. I am always lifting the hair off the back of my neck as to cool off a little and I am under the impression that once Uncle G has cleared the hair from that area, I will be in hairless neck heaven. I hope this bug doesn't ravage me and make me pull a Britney. I especially don't want to if it equals assault with umbrellas and a mental break down. Okay, maybe that was a teeny lie. I could totally assault someone with an umbrella...
I took a nice two hour hike through the woods today with the boys. It was nothing short of awesome in the way of nature and exercise and all that stuff that feeds your soul with goodness. It fell short of awesome when regarding the alarming number of gay men frolicking about together. Now don't get me wrong, I am not anti gay. Far from it. I am anti ass sex when it is done where I might possibly (and unknowingly) stumble apon it. It's unnerving in a big way and slightly takes away from the peace I so normally find when alone in the woods with my dogs. It flips the saying "not a care in the world" to "you never really know" and I find that frustrating. I also find it offensive that us dog lovers are getting no slack in these areas but yet the homo party rages on without mention. I mean, I find dogs a little more natural than gay sex, don't you? In so many words, I will be emailing the right people. I know, I know, I'm leaving... but one needs to have priorites, musn't they? Oooo... speaking of priorities... Charlie cannot seem to shut the fuck up. Especially when off leash. Especially when he must be quiet. Picture a nice quiet suburb neighborhood at 1 a.m. and you get the picture. Loud ruckus barking simply is not acceptable. I'm not exactly one that adheres to the rules of acceptable by any means, but this is getting ridiculous. Since I am a resourceful young lass I implored CL and found a citronella collar. Now we all know citronella collars are bloody expensive. I'm talking $50 - $200 expensive. I am under the impression that a beating is free and looked for one less expensive than the norm. Lo and behold I found a free one! I am so glad people don't get rid of things, aren't you?? Craig is a god and his minion are good to me (and respectively Charlie as well). On the collar went today. Now, normally we have about 50,000 barks per minute. Guess how many we had this walk? That's right, three. Three barks, lots of snorting and then drooling to boot. I call that power. Also, when it sprays, I say QUIET. I'm hoping I can make QUIET equal to a spray in the face. I'll tell you how it goes.
The birds are in their new home. I am waking up and missing their little calls tremendously. It's a bummer but a good thing. They are somewhere that they will be well cared for. It's also a place I can call whenever I would like to ask how they are doing. That's a fair trade. The two new babies came out of their nest during transport and I of course put them back in but they look to be spice finches. It figures. All I wanted was more spice finches and here they are when I am bailing on them. Eh, serves me right.
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