Friday, May 30, 2008

Not Only a Post, But ...

You're not going to believe it. You not only get a post, but you also get three pictures of ...

We'll get to that in a few minutes.

I just don't know where the time has gone. It's shot by so fast that I can't keep up. Here it is, the end of May, and I don't even remember what happened to the spring. I wish things would slow down - at this rate, I'll be dead in a week.

Let's see... well, I didn't get to see my boys. The lovely fleabag we're staying in now isn't giving us wake-up calls. They say they will... they put us down in their logbook... but the phone doesn't ring. I woke up about three hours late, so there was no point in even going to the prison. If you're over a half-hour late, they cancel the class. I go a week from Monday, so I hope my boys aren't pissed off. We're bringing our own clock this time so I get up.

I've got lots of new vendors and updates in the shop and am adding more of them every night. There were a few nights where i couldn't work, but I'm doing fine now. Take a look! I'll be sending out my newsletter to those of you who are on the mailing list so you know exactly where to look. I still have to figure out something fun for the shop to do - maybe a sale or something. We'll see.

As you all know, Pixie knitted me a gorgeous shawl. Hubster took three pictures of it - one from the front, one from the back, and a detail shot. Don't laugh too hard - my head was cold, so I stuck on a hat, and I have on my jammies under the shawl.

Here are the pictures you've all been dying to see (cough):




Whew. That was a pain in the ass. I'll have to have Hubster take a look at Blogger and Flickr. They've changed their settings, so I didn't know what the hell I was doing. Five open windows later, I finally had pictures, even though they have a bunch of extraneous text under them. Just uh... ignore it.

I've yet to take pictures of my package from my Monkey Pal, but I'll do that this weekend. I'll let Hubster do all the uploading and posting of those. I'm a total computer 'tard. There's just no way I'll ever understand all this shit, so what do I do? I buy a laptop that's not a Mac. Hubster spent hours configuring it so I could use it. It's slick as hell - 17" widescreen, a swipe pad, separate numeric pad, blah blah blah - but what good does all that do if I can't actually use it? Sigh.

The dreaded birthday approaches, and I don't know what we're doing. The only thing I know for sure is that I'll be at the prison in the morning. Those guys had better make this worth my time, and I'm telling them that. I could sleep in, but no... I have to be there. Truth be told, there's no place else I'd rather spend it. Well... maybe Vegas.

On a more mundane front, I got the car smogged and my registration paid. The guy at the smog place said that my car cleans the environment when it's running. That just goes to show you how little it's been driven. I'm pulling off the hardtop after all these years of it being on and dropping the ragtop for some open-air driving this summer. I don't know where I'm going to drive, but it sounds like fun. It sounds like fun every year, and then I think it's going to be a pain in the ass to pull the hardtop, so I don't do it. Then I get to go to the dentist next week. Happy happy joy joy. I don't know what he's doing, but he's doing something horrid. I won't be getting the implants like I had hoped. It's just too much money, and my mom can't afford to loan it to me. Oh well - it was worth a shot.

I just got off the phone with her (I was trying to track down Hubster - he was going over there to see the kids THREE HOURS AGO), and she gave me some bad news. My grandma hasn't been able to walk for the past month, but we were all hoping that it was temporary. This has happened before, but she still isn't walking and has to scoot around in a wheelchair or on an office chair. She'll never walk again - she has no cartilage in her knees and really needs to have them replaced, but she's far too old (she'll be 90 this year) to have surgery. It's the beginning of the end, and I'm a lot more upset right now than I thought I would be. It's hard realizing that this is truly it. My mom says she'll live another ten years, but if she makes it another year, I'll be surprised. It's just one horrible thing after another.

And on that morbid note, I'm going to go sit in the Monster, curl up, and cry.


Laura Neal said...

Oh Pam,
I am sorry to hear about Grandma. You never know, she could still be a spry old bird and live 10 more years. It's her spirit that matters, not her knees. Get her one of those motorized vehicles with a loud bicycle horn on it. She would enjoy honking it at people and scaring the crap out of them. Nothing like an old lady on a motorized cart with a big freaking horn honking at people.
The shawl is beautiful. I would be showing that sucker off to everyone and their dog!
Time for sock knitting, ah therapy for my soul!

Pixie said...

Hi Pam, I am sorry too on your Grandma and I hope she finds away to cope..
I hope your birthday goes well and the prison visit too.. that a pain not waking you up as they said they would!

You look so great in the shawl, what is neat, is seeing you wear it.. made my day.. week.. hell my whole year :))

You take care
I am heading to see what's new in your shop xxx

Bezzie said...

Beautiful shawl!!

Just wait, I'll bet Grandma will surprise you.

Syd said...

Pam, go ahead and throws some amazing stuff at us..good and bad...but don't give up on Grandma yet! Walking is not everything and if she is scooting around in an office chair, well I would say the Grim Reaper will have to run to get close! Still it is hard to see those we love (and ourselves) get older and the bodies not working like they use to...hmmmm didn't we just have this conversation?!

Any how that shawl is gorgous and I can't tell you how thrilled I was to see a Pic of you!!! Such stunning eyes my dear!

So when IS your 50th?! I want a date!