It appears as though my monkeys will be back up for sale within the next couple of weeks. Hopefully I can get at least a couple done while still trying to finish Christmas-present afghans at the same time. I’ll probably work up a quick afghan for my grandmother rather than the more complicated (but much prettier) one that I wanted to do. The picture to the right is a shot of 1 block of the one I’m working on for my father - there’s 12 in all, using a total of 30 squares for the whole blanket.

And now, I’m going to go slather my head with some hair dye and do some more hooking for the rest of the night.

I decided that I’m going to bring the Bride to walmart tomorrow, since I’ll have the car anyway and because I want to see her face when she gets it. This way, I can bring it down to show it to Nanny first, then bring it up to Walmart. At that point I’ll head to the fabric store to check out some kimono-type fabric. I’ve got an idea brewing in my head already, and hopefully it turns out ok. I’ve also found a pattern for the kimono and bookmarked that site, and bought the wool socks. Plus, the sock-seller said she’d be happy to supply me with bundles of green and white socks if I get swamped with orders for more stepdancers, which is awesome.

Today I’m doing some dishes and changing the sheets on the bed. I can’t do the dishes until after 9:30am, as I’m waiting for a local freecycler to come and pick up the Rubbermaid closet we’ve got in the kitchen blocking the dishwasher and the fridge. I don’t know how he’s going to fit it into his PT Cruiser, but I do know that we managed to fit about 7 people in one once while I worked at Colibri, and they’re deceptively large inside. If it doesn’t fit, I’m sure we can get it popped apart a bit in the driveway.

Speaking of freecycle, why don’t people understand that when I say something has been promised (and that I’ll repost if it’s not picked up for whatever reason), that they can’t have the item? My god, people, you’re swamping me with emails for a $15 pop-up closet that has been promised for 12 hours and is due to be picked up in 10 minutes, emailing me isn’t going to change that.

Tonight? Survivor, and then the premier of CSI. I’m also taping the premier of ER, since CSI is a 2-hour and I don’t want to miss ER. And since I haven’t mastered the art of taping one channel and watching another, we’ll be watching CSI in the bedroom. This just shows that we need to get a Tivo or something like that.

Found on some random blog while I was surfing….

On the first day God created the cow. God said, “You must go to the field with the farmer all day long and suffer under the sun, have calves and give milk to support the farmer. I will give you a life span of sixty years.”

The cow said, “That’s kind of a tough life you want me to live for sixty years. Let me have twenty and I’ll give back the other forty.” And God agreed.

On the second day God created the dog. God said, “Sit all day by the door of your house and bark at anyone who comes in or walks past. I will give you a life span of twenty years.”

The dog said, “That’s too long to be barking. Give me ten years and I’ll give you back the other ten.” So God agreed.

On the third day God created the monkey. God said, “Entertain people, do monkey tricks, make them laugh. I’ll give you a twenty-year life span.”

The monkey said, “How boring, monkey tricks for twenty years? I don’t think so. Dog gave you back ten, so that’s what I’ll do too, okay?” And God agreed again.

On the forth day God created man. God said, “Eat, sleep, play, have sex, enjoy. Do nothing, just enjoy, enjoy. I’ll give you twenty years.”

Man said, “What? Only twenty years! No way, man. Tell you what, I’ll take my twenty, and the forty the cow gave back, and the ten the dog gave back and the ten the monkey gave back, that makes eighty, okay?”

“Okay,” said God, “You’ve got a deal.”

So that is why the first twenty years we eat, sleep, play, have sex, enjoy, and do nothing; for the next forty years we slave in the sun to support our family; for the next ten years we do monkey tricks to entertain the grandchildren; and for the last ten years we sit on the front porch and bark at everyone.

Life has now been explained.

Yesterday wasn’t too bad. Hot, but not too bad. I left here at about 12:30pm because I just couldn’t go without food any longer and decided to get my bloodwork done and grab some lunch. I went to Eddie’s Walmart and chatted with him then we paid the gas bill. I called the gas company and once again had the least helpful rep ever, who got snarky with me when I told him to add a note to have the driver get there as late as possible.

After that we went to Cingular and set my phone up. I’m quite happy to have my own line now and not need to borrow Eddie’s phone for the day whenever I need to make a call.

art-digital/wonderlandI did some new artwork last night. One came out good, the other doesn’t have any postwork on it and isn’t uploaded anywhere yet. I can’t decide if I’ll do some monkeys today, play FFXI, or do some more art. Decisions, decisions.

Looking at the weather right now, the next 5 days are supposed to be nasty and humid. Last night we got into bed and the sheets were nasty and clammy feeling. Ugh. Tonight before bed we’ll change the sheets. I’m pondering putting the sheets into the fridge right before Eddie gets home so that the bed is nice and cool when we go in there.

Grrr. We don’t have anything in the house that I can make for lunch. Nothing. I was going to do mac & cheese, but decided against that because we can’t cook it on the stove (no gas) and it’s nasty from the microwave, plus we don’t have any butter for it. I’d have popcorn, but we don’t have an of that either. I’ll probably go get something at BK, which I didn’t want to get.

We’ve got to go to the post office when Eddie gets home to mail out some monkeys and send out some paperwork for CCRI. with any luck, I’ll be registered in their CNA program. Eddie’s new idea is that I make a lot of monkeys, like a massive assload of them, and sell them at the flea market next summer.

Had a brief freak-episode this morning:

mnn @ 9:30:27 :: hi
silvadel @ 9:30:38 :: hi
mnn @ 9:30:55 :: can I lick your feet my misteress
silvadel @ 9:31:04 :: no.
silvadel @ 9:31:33 :: You’re on the wrong website if that’s what you’re looking for.
mnn @ 9:31:53 :: ok
mnn @ 9:36:19 :: your web page nice
mnn @ 9:36:30 :: and photos
silvadel @ 9:36:32 :: thank you
mnn @ 9:37:29 :: Can I make your pedicure and foot massage?

Because you know, if a girl’s not interested in letting a total stranger lick her feet, there’s always that slim chance that you didn’t freak her out enough to make her decline the offer of a pedicure.