Someone hates me, I think... Hic.

I have mentioned before that I use texting a lot to communicate with Husband.  Between not knowing where on the place he is, and a hearing problem, we have found that it is a great deal easier, when it's written down, so to speak.

Or, so you'd think. 

I was trying to let him know about something happening in the house, and I wasn't sure where he was.  And then it happened.

Hic. Hic. Hic... urk.  Go drink some water.

HIC! Noooo... More water...

Oh, no.  I randomly get hiccups, but this one was a DOOZY!  I tried, and tried to write a message, but with the hics making me jerk slightly, and a tiny screen with letters to randomly poke, my message might as well have been written by some alien species of  hyperactive Chihuahuas. Or Pomeranians... 

I finally decided to just write Come Here.

That took me about 3 tries, the closest I managed was "Cone heret".

Mercifully, Husband walked in as I was working on deleting the mistake, and I think, seeing how many swear words I could fit in between chirpy sounding hics. 

If I say nothing else about Husband, he does know when it's dangerous to laugh!  I managed to tell him what I needed to say, and after yet MORE water, (I was sloshing, by then), and holding my breath until I thought I would turn purple, I managed to knock them down.

So, until next time, safe texting... 

Sock it to me?

I have been knitting socks for a while now...

Several years at least.  I have a 'plain vanilla' pattern, and I use it for a lot of my socks, with variations of color, ribbing, etc.  In fact, I have it memorized.  

Or, I thought I did.  

Or, perhaps, I am not paying attention, which is much more likely... 

Ok, for non knitters, if you knit a sock from the top down, you knit a long tube for the leg, then make a ledge, and then a shelf, for the heel, then go round and round and round for a bit, making a bit of a cone, until you get to the foot, and then another tube*, and then you finish off the toes with some sort of cup shape, unless you make a toe sock...  

Well, I have been knitting when I am watching a show I very much like.  The last two times I have started to work on the heel, (also referred to as "turning the heel"), and I realize something doesn't look right.

I have very merrily managed to forget the small shelf area on  the sock.  I then managed on this last one, to not be paying enough attention until I realized that I had WAAAAY too many stitches when I was working on the cone part...   

Gah?

Frog, rip it, rip it, rip it...

So, as much as I enjoy knitting during my show, if I come to that part, I do think it would behoove me to either stop knitting for a few minutes, and enjoy the show, and maybe work on something else.  I would love to stop the show, and finish the little project, but right now the recording part of my machine has nothing I can record with... Silly machine just has to have everything.

"No disk", Phooey.  

But, I have pulled out the mess my mistake, and now I will work on it again.  

Before the show starts...

*Ok, I am beginning to wonder about me, thank goodness I read this over before it goes up, I usually catch mistakes, I wrote tube, as toob. 

 Why, I do not know... 

Best laid plans...

When I was just starting school, Mom had me lay out what I was going to wear, and what I needed to take to school the night before.  It worked very well, with the exception of when I forgot to tell her I needed something.

Ahem. Oops.

It has been a habit that I have continued. (Both the laying things out, and sometimes the forgetting.)  But I am beginning to wonder if I need to put a fridge in the car.

Seriously.

I go to work on Tuesday, and I put out the stuff to take to Mom.  I put my clothes out, to change, once I finish feeding.  I have all the foodstuffs for a snack space at the sub. 

Hat, vest, purse...

Oop, need to make lunch.  Which, I put mayo on.  Well, don't need to leave for a bit yet, so I better keep this in the fridge...

This happens nearly every time I make a lunch with a perishable!  I get half way to town...

Click...

Oh... Crap. 

Now, most days I do bring 'emergency money', but that isn't the point.  I really need to get some way to have the things in the fridge, unlike Vegas, not STAY in the fridge when I leave.  This occasionally happens with eggs that a gal orders, who lives in town.

Now, I put up a note for the eggs, but have occasionally forgotten them still.  I have had people tell me that I need to put a string on my finger, rubber band on my wrist, etc., to remind me. 

Nope, I remember it's there, oh, when it catches on something at work... Sigh.

I know I can do this, it's not rocket science, (or rocket surgery, as I read on a t-shirt recently), but if I remember one thing, I seem to forget something else...

I am highly tempted to store apples, and granola bars at the sub. 

If they didn't get eaten... By someone who is not me.

Meh.  I think a brain cell or three are in the back of my brain, just waiting to see if I remember, then when it's too late/far to go back, they spring the trap. 

Darn cells, anyway.  Maybe a pre "flight" checklist. 

If I don't misplace the list...

Not a friend of Mary Jane.

It happened again...

I was at the store, wearing my tie dye and floppy hat, and walking out.  I saw a gent tying his shoe, and he looked up, saw me and smiled.  I nodded, intending to walk by.  He waved, then asked, "Hey, do you have any pot I could buy?"

Siiiiggggh...

"Uh, no."

"Oh, okay, sorry, you look like a pot smoker."

Hmph.

I love to wear tie dye, but I really sort of wonder about this.  I have thought, when I am feeling malicious, saying something like, "No, my boss, the sheriff, wouldn't approve."

But, I suppose, I like wearing very hippie-dippy oriented things, so I guess it's a valid mistake.  And that stuff IS legal in Oregon...

Meh.  I still would prefer chocolate...  THC free, thank you...