Monday, July 14, 2008

Two lost days and a teenager

I think it's after midnight now, so that makes this Monday's post. With two children having birthdays on the 12th, and the in-laws arriving at two-ish, Sunday afternoon, blogging got lost in the shuffle to get all the sheets washed, buy groceries, and hide the whore-panties. Later today we're having a bit of a celebration, for the two children who have survived yet another year of constant humiliation at being my offspring. Earlier, I had a nice rant at the now eleven year old son, about watering the Jemima-dog as soon as he wakes up. Not a difficult chore, and we really do ask precious little of the wee mite. There may have been shrieking, certainly bad words slipped out, and in the end I believe he'll take my request seriously. Otherwise, I'm smearing him with peanut butter and letting her have at him. The teenager is suddenly struck with ennui at everything. Her new gaming system? Boring. Her new stash of books? Sigh. Riding her new bike, free from any worldly cares? So yesterday. She's fading as quickly as her hair color. Shoot me now. All I have left is the trip to the Clinique counter for eyeshadow and lip gloss. The upside is she's turning her first heel on some stripey socks... so I guess there's hope after all.

I guess I must've been tired earlier, because I find myself having to tink back two more rounds on those fabulous socks. I got a bit lazy and lost another yarn over, only to discover it two rounds later (noticing a round sooner could have saved all the tinking, but where's the sport in that?) and now it's languishing on the dresser. I worked on 'Clap' instead, and am appalled to find that there's a knitting black hole in ball #4, too. Later, I'm making a pitcher of something called a "Hop, Skip and Go Naked" (I know, poor timing with the 'rents here and all) to see if there is a correlation between alcohol consumption and discovering worm holes... perhaps I'll find a way to make my hours on needles seem to fly by. Can't hurt to give it a whirl, and I'm now an expert tinker. Gotta go sleep now. Photos to post later today... *smooches, pooches* C

p.s. That Crocker Woman awarded me prizes (over in the sidebar... I'm sure you noticed them). She knows me well. That's all I have to say about that... spot on, Melly. You Rock.

5 comments:

gaylen said...

What were you thinking birthing two babes on the same day? They aren't even twins! That's craziness woman.

You had me with the hop, skip & go naked until the beer - UGH! Oh well. Might try the vodka and lemonade. g

melly~ said...

I actually giggled AND clapped reading your post script. Most excellent.

I didn't realize your eldest offspring is now a teenager. Good gawd woman. You'd better double that recipe and keep it on hand at all times. Trust me on this one.

See you tonight!

Knitterary said...

I can't decide which is more excellent, the asshole badge or the proselytizer badge.

Stephanie said...

I think I'd make a few batches of that if I were you. Knitting black hole on "clap" has invaded my house as well. I know I'll love it when it's done.....but sheesh...will it EVER be?

You made it into the top 3 comments on my PIF post! Yippee!!!!

Annalea said...

Hmmm . . . my kids know better than to say the word "boring" at my house. I'm sure to give them plenty to do should they chance to utter it. {evil grin}

As for a missed yarnover, you should check this out:

How to pick up a missed yo.

Best of luck . . .