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Native Hoosier who never escaped. Living with hubby and kid in a house packed with too many crafts. And this is a problem how?

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Soccer Goodness and Random Thoughts.

As you can see from the photos below, I still haven't figured out how to get all of the photos into one post. C'est la vie. I meant to post these when soccer ended in May, but as you can see, I'm a Bad Mommy and just hadn't done it. It's now nearing the deadline for fall soccer, which I am still waffling on. I'm still not sure if Sean actually had a good time, or if he was just in it for the snacks.

I've not been real motivated lately, as the heat and humidity around here have been oppressive. Each day after taking Sean to daycare, I retreat to the cool, dank basement, where I read my email, do laundry, and work on my sewing project du'jour. Currently, it is more garb for Hubby's trip to Pennsic. He'll be there about 10 days, and needs about twice as many tunics. Luckily I don't have to replace all of them, but he does need more. As do I, but that will have to wait.

We're taking the boys to the Peru Circus on Saturday. This should be fun. Patrick has never seen a clown. We're going for the parade and the show. A little history: Peru, Indiana used to be the winter quarters for many circuses at the turn of the 20th century. The Peru Circus is comprised of kids between the ages of 6 and 21, all residents of Miami County, Indiana. Many of the kids who perform have gone onto Ringling Brothers or the Shrine Circus.

The minister who performed the marriages of myself and Hubby, my Brother and Sister-in-Law, and a couple of other friends, is going to be the honorary grand marshal for the parade. So we're taking all of the "grandkids" up to see "Grandpa Bob" in the parade. If we don't die from the heat, it should be great good fun.

So, as I've been reading other blogs, I've noticed that some people get nice gifty things, or they have secret pals. Can anyone tell me how to get in on this? Is there a secret, hush-hush handshake that I need to learn? Password? Decoder Ring? What I'm really saying here is that I'm feeling left out. Sigh. I need a life. Or a job. Or the winning 6 Powerball numbers.


The Dragons: Sean, Zach, Shelby, Sam, and Jacob Posted by Picasa


Sean still not to sure about the whole ordeal. Posted by Picasa


Sean and his medal Posted by Picasa

Friday, July 15, 2005

Hi Ho

Just an update to keep the blog stalkers happy.
Having been gainfully unemployed for 15 days, I had a phone screen today with the company my brother works for. I guess they don't have a problem with family members working at the same company. It would be help desk stuff, and probably only part time to start, but it's money.

The house is not much cleaner than it was last week, as I came down with the cold that Vince had and have been hacking up lung bits for the better part of the week. The cold was also accompanied by a visit from Aunt Flo, so it has not been one of my better weeks. Vince has kindly not pushed me about finding a job this week due to the above. Thank the gods, as I would have done unspeakable things to him in my hormone and cold medicine induced state.

I've finished knitting the French Market Bag from Knitty but still need to felt it; I have a scarf about 1/2 done out of Bernat's Boa; and I have a little afghan about 1/2 done out of Lion Brand Thick and Quick Chenille. I've ripped out two different socks that I started a while ago, just to have something to rip out. I find it rather theraputic.

Brother and his family are still with us, and the boys(15 months apart) have not killed each other. Sean (4 years, 9 months) is being the bossy older brother, and Patrick (3 years, 6 months) is being the pain-in-the-butt little brother. When the real fighting starts, I'm going to kick back in the recliner, pop open a cold one, and watch.

Friday, July 01, 2005

Psychic?

Remember that little tragedy comment I made the other day. Well, I must be f*cking psychic, because today I got canned from my job.

One the one hand, I'm pretty sad and depressed. On the other hand, I am SO relieved. This job has been a pain in my a$$ for the past 18 months. Again, that comedy of errors thing.

Sean's sitter gave me a pint of Ben and Jerry's. Vince came home with alcohol, Cokes, and flaming hot Cheetos. My brother is giving my resume to his boss, as is Vince. I may be employed again before the week is out. Another friend and I have been tossing the idea of a doll hospital back and forth.

So, I am looking at this as my very own Independance Day. One way or another, I am free of those OCD workaholic martyrs.

Must find new knitting project to throw my energy into. Suggestions??