I’m way too excited to receive mail. Always have been. I blame it on my great-great-aunt Minnie who would tape a whole pack of gum in a card and send it to me when I was little. She probably spent more on postage than the gum was worth but boy did it make for one excited kid.
Today was YARN DAY!!!
I finally got my yarn for Arachne. I ended up ordering three shades of green because I didn’t know what would go best with the purple main color…and I’m glad I did. The one I would’ve chosen online looked washed out and sad next to it. Ended up picking avocado to go with the eggplant.
I still have no earthly idea when I’ll cast on but it’s here and it’s ready.
Honestly, I’ve not been doing much but playing World of Warcraft Classic. I haven’t felt motivated to do anything, especially if it sounds remotely productive.
I am excited to start learning to needle turn for a baby quilt I’m making but I’ve found I hate tracing shapes onto butcher paper or fusible for it so I keep stretching out the project. Bleh. I’ll get there some day.
Some of you are horrible, terrible, no good, very bad influences.
I’ve ordered yarn to make an Arachne sweater — going with purple and green. I’ve loved it since I first saw it…and it’s making my fingers itch seeing so many of them come together.
The yarn won’t be here for a while so I doubt I’ll be joining the KAL but I just COULDN’T resist any longer. Ugh.
Not sure I’ll have time to do it right now anyway, but it’s forcing it onto my list of fun stuff. I have another order for masks (just two this time, whew!) and four baby quilts in the queue. I’ve got a lot to do and not much time to do it in.
…but first, gonna try to get my toon to level 40 so I can unlock a sweet mount to ride around. Priorities, right?
I’ve officially reverted back to being a teenager.
I’m staying up all night, sleeping (kind of) late, and eating junk while playing video games.
I remember why I did this as a college student now!
In other news: I’ve been completely unproductive as an adult. I might make dinner tonight but I’m doubting that. The world is chaos and my home is the epicenter currently. I’m okay with that.
Hope everybody else is surviving well!
I don’t know about the rest of you but I’m loving this isolation thing.
So many of my friends are suddenly at home that I barely have a moment to breathe — the anxiety hermit is being the calm one for a change. I have almost nightly game sessions (sometimes several different games in a day with different people) and my phone is buzzing from texts so frequently that L asked me if my friends were messaging me so much just to keep him from sleeping. XD
Honestly, though, isolation isn’t much different than my normal daily routine except my husband is home so takes the puppy with him to the lab…and when I do venture out to get groceries, it’s now an amazing experience in produce paradise instead of panic attack inducing bumper carts. For some reason people aren’t buying out the fresh foods here and I’m SO happy about it.
Unpopular opinion game. Name 10 things that everyone else likes that you don’t.
L told me today that we were out of food for the big dogs. I placed a Chewy order less than a week and he assured me that all of the animals but the puppy had plenty of food.
Head desk. So much head desk.
So I placed a pick up order from Target for the puppos. I threw some Salted Caramel Brownie Brittle and Barbecue Pop Chips in for myself. Call it a treat for all the bother.
It was so weird being out. I hadn’t really since NY went on official shut down almost a week ago. Target didn’t even have music playing. So weird.
Since the last post, L has turned 34. It’s now after midnight so my bestest best friend’s birthday is today. There has been lots of not partying in lockdown!
…and internet shopping.
Y’all. I stay at home all the time but for some reason having hubby here has me stress shopping. To the point mystery packages are showing up that I didn’t remember ordering. Night me is really awesome to day me.
I’m looking for a new dining room table now. I feel like I should be walking around waving cash. L has broken FOUR of our dining chairs since working from home. x.x
I’m not sure I’m going to survive this.
So! A short little game to distract me for a minute or two (*edit* OR TWENTY. Brain farts are real.) Stolen from a friend on Facebook.
Let’s do something fun!!
You’re in lockdown. The only food you have to survive on are items starting with the letters of your name. What is keeping you alive?
A – Apples, Honeycrisp to be exact
M – Margaritas
B – Biscuits (US Southern style with country gravy…because there’s no other way to eat a biscuit in my world)
E – Eggs
R – Ribeye steaks
Yummy! I’ll survive!
Give it a shot!!😊
Now that we’re back home, the social distancing has begun…except online, of course!
One of my favorite online people in the world found me again! I no longer have the email address he had, we’ve both moved states, no messengers we used are still active, and his phone died a violent death two years ago causing us to lose contact. Luckily, I still have the same number as 15 years ago and he found it in an email from that long ago!
It probably sounds really dumb to people who don’t have the best internet friends ever but I missed him like crazy. Apparently he felt the same, as we ended up talking for TWENTY HOURS the first day he contacted me. Who needs sleep when you have your oldest and best friend back? We’ve known each other since we were 13 and we’re rapidly approaching 34. 🙂
Otherwise, life isn’t much different except the grocery store didn’t have potatoes. I got stuff for all our favorites so shouldn’t need anything else for a few weeks. All of our concerts and doctor appointments were canceled and the vet is stuck in California, so I have even fewer reasons to venture out.
Sprocket was due his booster for distemper yesterday so I got to take him to the SPCA. After, we went to PetSmart for his first trip there since he was adopted. He was THRILLED!
Nobody else was in the store so he got all the loves and treats from the employees. He then tested all the toys – picked out two with lots of squeakers – and smelt everything in the treat aisle. He wanted it all so I picked up size appropriate bags of mixed treats for all the dogs since we were out and there’s no way my sanity would survive a few weeks without them having bones to distract them.
We cleaned up for the wedding today. Guess it has to happen every once in a while.
Hubs’ trio are officially all taken now. It’s quite the accomplishment for them.
The fun part is all of our anniversaries are within a month of each other so there may be some potential for group vacations to celebrate in the future.
We’re in a pandemic and what does my happy, anti-social, ass doing?
Traveling through eight states to go to a wedding. Going to multiple parties. Hanging out with more people in a week than a usual year. Prepping to go to a hospital for the niece’s birth. Going to cities. Visiting family. Eating out in public. Doing my twice a year Wal-Mart adventure. Picking up a total stranger. Running around barefoot in the mountains. Testing frigid pools in the south.
…basically doing everything I don’t normally do and shouldn’t be doing now. I do still wash my hands and carry sanitizer. I whipped out the sanitizer before the reception dinner and a line formed for a squirt.
I’m also firmly sticking to my rule of not touching people – nobody is demanding hugs this trip. IT’S AWESOME!
Nobody else has been out when I have been. It’s kinda the introverts’ dream.
I’ve spent my whole life with anxiety and, for once, I’m not worried at all. Either my new meds are amazing or all the worry and worst case scenarios over the years have prepped me beyond belief.
You will have zero personal space
Sleeping alone will be a thing of the past
Nothing is safe
It’s a good thing they’re so damn cute and cuddly.
*Super awesome bonus: Your house could become infested with fluffy sharks*.
*Pearl clutchers need not worry about the pup’s safety. Our 11 year old, Thorin, is super gentle with other animals. But he’s getting old, has sore hips, and sometimes wants a break from playing with the puppy. Sprocket knows he’s a total pushover, even when he is showing off his awesome, grown-up teeth. Sprocket, the blur, was merrily licking Thor in the mouth at the time of the photo. The no personal space applies to everything here…
…except the cats. Sprocket still hides under his bed when the cats are prowling. 😹
One really nice thing about having a hyperactive puppy is I’ve been sleeping like the dead all week. Alas, not the case tonight.
It also has the unfortunate side effect of waking up the little buddy. I have no clue how my husband could sleep through all the noise, but my solution was to throw the puppy into bed to get him to go back to sleep. He learned, very quickly, that the human bed is the best for naps.
He had his big vet checkup yesterday. Our vet was very impressed with his behavior and how docile and friendly he was – tail wagging, licked the vet through the whole thing, even the shots. I suspect it’s because Sprocket saw the cat in the waiting room.
For some reason, Sprocket is TERRIFIED of cats. He won’t even look at them, even though our three have mostly ignored him and generally love dogs. Tesla and Joule are both still avoiding contact with him…but Sagan is curious and likes to snuggle in my lap during the day, which is where the pup also wants to be. It’s making things a bit interesting and forcing a new, all dog, all the time, perspective on my world.
He’s 20 pounds now, knows several basic tricks, and is almost finished house training. If I could train my husband to recognize the puppy’s pee signs, he’d be done completely – he only pottys outside during the day and can make it through the night…but in the few hours hubs watches him, he goes at least twice on his training pads (by evening, pup is tired from rough housing all day and wants to pee after waking from every nap…it shouldn’t be that hard!) Ugh. We’ll get there.
With hubs, I mean. Sprocket has been great.