The One with All the Loca
Things have been kind of insane this week. Everything from work to family to television. And the kicker is, it’s only 3:00 on Tuesday afternoon!
Work has been kind of maddening the last couple of days. Things are always changing here as we grow and the way we are used to doing things doesn’t quite work out the same. I have spent the last two days testing out a new a/p process and while part of it works, it isn’t the easy solution some thought it would be. You can’t get one program to do exactly what needs to be done. I had to finally stop to get some other stuff done. I hope to work on a couple of different projects tomorrow and revisit this later in the week. I am happy to be busy, but it is hard to make others understand and then the thought of training a co-worker on this is so disturbing, I shudder.
My immediate family is great, no complaints. It is the extended family that is mind blowing. We found out yesterday that my cousin’s sixteen year old daughter is pregnant with twins. They only found out on Sunday when they took her in for cramping and…surprise! Twins! Oh and she is due in three weeks! With twins. Three weeks. Not months, WEEKS. Three of them. Not twenty three, but THREE (3). You could say that that pretty much blew my mind. I am not shocked that she is pregnant. It was only a matter of time. I am surprised it is twins, but I am completely blown away that she is set to give birth pretty much any time now. Her mom is planning a shower. That is her immediate goal and response. Her dad wants her to finish school, which she has been doing over the internet at home because she couldn’t quite handle the kids in either high school. They are reportedly very supportive of her raising these children. No clue on if the second or third cousin of hers that fathered the babies is in the picture or not. Oh, I didn’t mention the relationship of the parents? Oops! My aunt seems a bit neutral. I realize that there is nothing to be done now, and that she is very much a what-happens-happens type of lady, but I think that my mom and I are more concerned about all the implications of this than anyone in the mom-to-be’s life! Oy.
That kind of news while disturbing, yes that is the right word, kick starts the knitter in me to make something for baby babies. I stash dove last night and came up with some grey and teal washable wool for a lovely hat and sweater set for each baby. Only when I sat down to begin, the gray center pull came out in a lovely twisted knotted nightmare that took over an hour to make sense of. Then I casted on. Wrong. I needed a provisional cast on. No big deal, just get up and get some smooth scrap yarn and a crochet hook that matches needle size. Or closely matches as was the case. Go figure that they don’t have a hook size to equal the needle size. Sit back down, chain my stitches and then pick up the begin knitting. Only the gray yarn is gone. Like completely gone. I swear it was just right there. And then it wasn’t. Oy. After a 45 minute search, during which I questioned if these signs were telling me not to knit these hats or this hat, I finally found it. Settle back in, cast on the stitches, work two rows and then find out I need to switch needle sizes. Wait. What? And where are my US 3 needles? Seriously the signs were all right there. I heeded the warnings and packed that up for another day.
At that point, Dallas was ending and The Following was set to begin soon and I was in the mood for a snack. Cue hummus and pretzel chips. Yum. After delighting in a tasty snack, I was getting ready to close up the containers and the hummus falls on the floor. In my living room. Shockingly only a little bit landed on the casters of my desk chair and it was easily wiped up. Thankfully the boys were outside. I finished watching The Following and then went to shower. And I ran into the door jamb and have a very lovely and very large bruise to show for it. Seriously this night was like 50 FMLs.
So, yeah it’s been crazy. Then you throw in last night’s episodes of Dallas and The Following and the crazy train has collided with the WTF train and you just can’t look away.
JR Ewing is dead. One of the most iconic characters of all time. The episode, which was promised to be a tear jerker, left me feeling a little like I had been on some sort of weird roller coaster. Emotional during the opening credits, a little let down, a little less emotional, then totally like, “Wait. What? Seriously, WTF?” It didn’t feel like the right sendoff for JR Ewing or Larry Hagman. I expected so much more. The ending left some hope though. It feels as though JR is going to be very present through the rest of the season (if not the series) and has set up some very interesting stories.
The Following has yet to not shock me. They always seem to push the limits, very reminiscent of 24. And they are not afraid of a little gore. They have found new and inventive ways for people to commit suicide all in the name of Joe Carroll. I don’t want to spoil anything, but I am just going to say that I wouldn’t be surprised to see secure facilities doing a little touch test on inmates hands.
Twitter even got in on the action last night, or at least the hockey world portion of it did.
Total insanity.
I have made some decisions. First I am not going to get any school work done this month, so I am just putting it off until after the first week of April. My sister and her family will be here on the 29th and they are set to leave on the 4th. I am just going to focus on the knitting and other work around the house. It is too stressful to try and squeeze it all in. I think I will just put off other activities in April and focus on school.
I think I finally have all of my outstanding medical bills from last year paid. It took forever to get the C-Pap people to resubmit to the correct insurance and get those write offs. I wasn’t going to pay without it though. Finally that is done. I am just waiting on dental to submit a flex claim for this year. I have set up two additional savings accounts. So the only debt I really have, well long-term is my car and the house. Things are good.
I love my family. That should be known. First and foremost in my life is my family and I love them to death. That said, I would love to just have my birthday to myself. I am not really looking forward to any part of it. I think I will miss the game. It sounds as though everyone
and their brother has been invited. I just sort of want to be alone. It’s partly the age thing, but it is more just…I don’t know quite what it is. I don’t mind getting older well I do, but in the grand scheme of things it’s not that big of a deal, but I am not where I want to be and this only serves as a ginormous reminder! Ugh!
Well this turned into some sort of epic tome of mi vida loca.