Today pretty much sucked. I had an employee tell me that I wasn't her boss and she didn't care if she was rude to me.

Over a fucking radio station.

Then MY boss tried to justify the other person speaking to me that way because she's going through a rough time right now.

Utter bullshit.

Lesson learned that maturity is not AT ALL related to a person's real age.

Day 2 of blog posting:
I took the kids to the rainforest today with the APC mamas. Logan had a really good time. Reconfirmed to me though that I really must buy another sort of carrier before summer. Quinn in the hotsling is just killing my back. I realize that they're safe for up to 35 lbs buuuuuuut no one said anything about comfortable!!

My sideways glove project for Brady is coming along nicely. I expect to finish the 1st glove this evening. Well, I'll probably not finish the ribbed cuff tonight but the basic hand shape should be done. That is if Ben and Brady don't talk me into playing Magic, which they might.

Hopefully Quinn will sleep tonight instead of nursing all.fracking.night.long.

It occurs to me that these blog posts would be a lot more interesting if there were pictures included in them all. I will attempt to take a picture tomorrow of something that happened in my day. Tomorrow isn't looking to be all that exciting though. I work all bloody day. Maybe I'll have a finished (or nearly finished) glove picture to share.

I am an unbelievably terrible blogger. I'm going to try harder OK? A blog post every day. Its not like it ought to be hard. I mean, do you realize how much time I spend online? Between Ravelry, APCleveland and FrunchyMama I think I ought to have some time to update this thing here.

So today: The major event was I gave up on Brady's gloves. There is this impossibly wonderful pattern, found here: http://www.knitting-and.com/wiki/News_Item_Men%27s_Gloves_%28Vintage%29
Beautiful gloves knit flat on 2 needles. Awesome!! I made 1 glove a while ago and it didn't fit. It was lovely, eventually I'll make it a mate for myself. Here is a picture:



But, uh, the glove was too small for Brady's large fingers. I guess I should have paid attention to the part that said "To fit an average man's hand" Brady is rather large and not really average...

I'm making these now: http://www.craftster.org/forum/index.php?topic=30174.0

They're not nearly as pretty but they'll be servicable, which I guess is what counts right?

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Well there it is, the blog post of the day. I will make one tomorrow. Promise. I'm going to keep up with this darn it!

There are these things in my head
And they beg me to be spoken
Vague whispers that rattle
In the vacant spaces of my brain
Nothing so coherent
As to really make an impression
Just enough to force me
To sit down and think
And type

They are big thoughts
In a way
About the meaning of life
And the definition of love
But they are paper thin
And vague
So I can’t nail them to the page
And I get distracted by the way
The text swirls on the screen
About the strange gracefulness
That computer generated script creates

And the rational side of me begs
Do you have a point?
While the whispers insist
That this is the point
And my inner muse insists
That there are too many cooks in my kitchen
While my creative side asks me
How I ever get any work done
With so many guests
In my head
Begging me to put them into words
And I realize
I still don’t have a point
Maybe that is the point


That I don’t always need one
And to take things as they come
And that my thoughts are too contrived
Sometimes it’s just better
To watch the words materialize
And just stop trying
To say something profound
And just to let it be

A Story
By: My Son Logan

Once upon a time dey was uh ayplane and some ice keem!

Me: And?

Dey was ice keem!

Me: Did people eat ice cream on the airplane?

Uh-uhh!!

Me: What kind?

Aypane ice keem!

Was there chocolate in it?

Nooo

Nuts?
Noooo

Strawberries?
Uh-huhhh!

So they ate strawberry ice cream on the airplane?
Uh-huh and dey, dey live happa-ee eva aftahh!

The end?
Uh-huh!!

Have I mentioned that my kid is stinkin' cute?

I hate my life today. Neither child has stopped screaming. The credit bureau called because my payment is four freaking days late. My IL's are coming over and I just want to crawl in a hole and hide.

Ugh.

The only way to get anything done around here...
is to think like a two year old. Not kidding.

Yesterday - Logan pooped. I smelled it, it smelled gross. I wanted to change him, but he was wayyyy too busy being a dinosaur to sit still to be changed. Ran away from me when I tried to grab him to change him. So, I roared at him.

I'm a mommy dinosaur!
You mommy dinosaur!
Yup! Rooooaaaaaar!
Stomp like a dinosaur!
You're a stinky dinosaur though, can you stomp over there and get me a new diaper for you?

He did it.

Thennnnn I wanted him to get dressed. Once again too busy. He was playing with a toy bowl and spoon.

I'm making cheese!
You can't make cheese wearing that! Cheese-makers have to wear special uniforms. Do you think a cheese maker wears a T-shirt or a button up?
T-shirt!
What about pants? Would he wear jeans or shorts?
Jeans!

So, just for future reference. If you ever decide to make cheese, the appropriate attire is a t-shirt and jeans.

I need to finish knitting my bag, so I can start working on craftswap stuff. I think I'm off to do that.