We had a good day yesterday. We went to Mom’s and waited for them to get home, and then went to Sam’s Club to pick up some goodies for today and picked out a movie for last night. Chicken wings, cheese sticks, that sort of stuff for this afternoon, and Mom’s making pulled pork for sandwiches. Yummy. We’ve also been hounding Brian about the fact that he’s the only one in the house cheering for the Seahawks today.

My little top-secret project is nearly done. I just need to put his face on. I’m going to have Eddie stop at Walmart and the craft store on the way down to Mom’s today so that I can try to pick up some cheap fimo-like clay and a couple of beads to use for accessories. I also need to pick up some more white floss for its eyes (unless I can make them from fimo.

I need a shower. My nose has decided to stuff itself up and I hate the “pudding-packed sinus” feeling.

Dear US Gov’t:

When I asked you to stop fucking with the weather control machine, I didn’t mean to set things to the average temperature of Lower Penguin-ass, Antarctica. Maybe 30F or so, but not in the 60s, and certainly not this sub-freezing bullshit.

Sincerly,
the frozen girl in Pawtucket

We spent the day at Mom’s house watching football. I sincerely think that the NFL really needs to either replace off the officials or surgically remove their heads from their asses, because there’s been an assload of really shitty calls during the playoffs. When even I cmplain about the game - and mind you, I barely pay attention to anything other than the Superbowl - then you know that things are bad. We ate hot wings for lunch and had ribs for dinner. Mom gave me the most awesome hot pink metal purse/lunch pail, which is great because it will let me carry some yarn, pens, and my phone to class without squishing whatever animal I might be working on between my books.

I’m this close to being done with the first afghan. I miscounted yesterday, and instead of having 3.5 panels to do, I actually had 4.5, but I did a bunch today and there’s only 2 rows left, so with any luck it should be done tomorrow night. Tomorrow when I pick up Eddie I’ll snag one last skein of the gorgeous verigated red I picked up yesterday so I can get going on the other afghan.

Mom cooked lasagna tonight. She makes the best. I told Eddie that he had to get out of the kitchen because she didn’t want him finding out the secret family recipe. He stoof in there and helped, then came out, waved the empty box in my face, and said “Some secret recipe! It’s printed on the back of every box!” After dinner we had Mom’s homemade ice cream cake, which was pretty good. There was much football and many hot wings (which I didn’t eat, because my stomach freaked out over a grilled cheese sandwich earlier), and a decent time was had by all.

It’s back to school for me tomorrow. I honestly don’t know how I managed to spend the entire summer doing absolutely nothing every single day, because at this point I can’t see myself not being in class in the morning. Plus, I completely forgot how much I enjoyed school and learning new shit. I don’t think we’ll be going over to Mom’s, I’ll just pick up Eddie at work and we’ll go home. I’ve got studying to do for my Dosage II final on Tuesday, and since I’ll probably be getting out early after the exam, I’ll come home, shoot the shit here for a little while and then go down to Mom’s to take them out to Garden City and the Post Office.

Tonight though, there will be sleep.

We had a rather uneventful Sunday, which was completely normal and in fact most welcome. Because Rhode Island seems to be in the middle of its own little monsoon season we didn’t go to the flea market, but we did go to Bickford’s for breakfast after I’d dyed and dried my hair. I skipped breakfast and moved right on to lunch and had a chicken sandwich while Eddie ate some sort of cholesterol-laden plateful of eggs and fried meat. We went to Mom’s for the weekly wings and football. We watched a couple of decent games, and made fun of a few sucky teams, generally annoying Brian.

I’d brought my bag of monkey stuff with me - a skein of black yarn, a few needles, some black embroidery floss, and a card with 3 silver, floral buttons. Shortly after I sat down and put in the first few stitches in the geisha’s hair, in walked my sister, who decided to come over for wings, football, and dinner. Somehow I managed to lose the buttons under the couch and ended up crawling on the floor to retrieve them. Danielle attempted to get me to go get my hair cut with her tomorrow, but I think if anyone goes near it this week it will just fall out while screaming “we give up! we can’t take anymore!” I managed to get the geisha’s hair on, although it’s technically not your normal geisha updo (the yard was too unwieldy), but more like these, just longer in the back. Her eyes were the topic of much conversation, such as my mother asking if they were going to be slanted, and Danielle asking if they’d be “chinky”. What my family lacks in tact, we make up for in being amusement for others. There’s only a few more details to be touched up on (sewing the mouth and tail on, small hair stuff, clipping stray threads and sewing up the obi so it doesn’t randomly untie itself and fall off), and then she should be ready to send out this week. Tomorrow I’ll get more pictures of her, since if I do it now she’ll look really yellow because of the lighting in here.

And now I’m going to take a shower, since being in a roomful of smokers all day has made my head stuffed up solid. Not fun. And then i’m going to try to finish my book.

Today was long. Actually, it was no longer than any other day, but it just felt that way.

The flea market was fun. Lots of junk to be bought, but we restrained ourselves and didn’t buy any of it. We did, however, enjoy seeing all the signs made by people who have no idea how to spell things. Today we saw one sign that said “this is a fleat marquet, not a free marquet”. There was another one over a box of clothes that said “These are $1, not 50 cents. SPEAK ENGLISH!” We’ve also seen “mirrow” (mirror), “bajammers” (pajamas), “tose rings” (toe rings), and one really strange speling of drawer that I can’t remember offhand.

Then we headed back to mom’s house for chicken wings and football and homework. I think my mother grinds up sleeping pills and puts them in the hotsauce for her buffalo wings, because I will always fall asleep after eating them, which wasn’t bad today because the Patriots once again showed the world how badly a Super Bowl dynasty can suck when their golden boy spends most of the time making credit card and truck commercials, they lose a coach, and release half their players. Before I fell asleep I tossed in a load of laundry and printed out the pattern for the kimono, so tomorrow I’ll cut the pieces out and see how much I need to change on it to make it fit the monkey. Other than the length of the pieces, not much should need to be changed, but I’ll do a quickie one first to be sure, and base my adjustments off that. I told my mother that after nother monkey or two I may experiment and make myself a skirt and work my way up to something like this, or even this .

Tonight I’m going to get some decent sleep and be ready for school in the morning. My scrubs are all fresh and clean, and god only knows why we needed two fabric softener sheets in a load of 5 pairs of khakies and a pair of scrubs, but hell, we smell nice now. I think I may pick up another pair or two tomorrow after class, so I’m not wearing the same exact ones every day. That’s nasty.

Eddie says he’s going to talk to one of the girls he works with to find out where she got her wig so I can keep my funky hair without pissing administration/employers off. I saw a couple of cute ones on Ebay, but most were shoulder length, and I can’t very well go from cropped hair to something longer overnight, although I could definitely get away with it during my internship next year, because they’ll never see this hair before then.