So my whole “I give up on dudes entirely and will be joining a convent immediately” bit didn’t last long. Which is kind of weird because I’ve been single quite awhile and was (almost) perfectly content. But anyway, I put myself out there, had the (neverending apparently) run in with the jerk, but then found my Lancelot.
Backing up for a minute…
I don’t ever condone calling someone that you allegedly want to get to know at 6am on a Sunday morning, drunk off your everloving ass. No bueno. But he did. I blocked his phone number and his Facebook account. Up pops another phone number and a second Facebook account. Shady much? Blocked and blocked. I start saving the voice mail messages in case I need to levy a stalking charge. I thought I had heard the last of him. But no.
This morning while I was having breakfast with Lancelot (not what you think) my phone rang. I have stopped answering any number not in my contacts list. Guess who! Seriously, give up already.
So about Lancelot… He’s smart, funny, tall, handsome, and has these beautiful blue eyes. The best part is that he gives the best hugs. The trickiest part is that he works 3rd shift. Not impossible to manage, just requires a little creativity.
In other interesting news, the Fall semester starts on Monday and I’m already feeling fried. I’ve crashed early the last two nights and slept horribly. I’m hoping things improve soon. This is crazy making.
It’s been a busy summer. We had a great time at the conference. There was a lot to learn and a lot of fun to be had. We aren’t going to talk about the massive quantities of vodka at the carnival or the kiss from the cute Southern fella.
But speaking of men, I’m giving up again for awhile. I tried talking to someone new and it was just really awful. What’s so hard to understand about women being more than sex objects? FFS. All I’m out is some time but still.
I haven’t actually been doing much digitally after work at all these days, mostly because I’ve been out living a life. A life worth living, as though who know DBT would know. It’s good, really good. I’m creating myself, well and truly, and quite enjoying it.
I’ve done a few glass classes, will be doing another next Tuesday, I finished sewing the skirt I was making, redecorated parts of my bedroom, and installed a new shower head in my bathroom.
Tomorrow I start taking Humira for my skin issues and in November I’m going to India for work. Life has not been boring. Life has been the kind of busy that I find healthy and enjoyable.
Aside from being at the end of my rope with the skin stuff I’m in excellent health. I still love my job. My mom is the best. And I have the most amazing little orange boyfriends ever.
Bought 3 new pairs of knitting needles, because they were on clearance, and they’re bamboo
Bought 3 new pairs of shoes
Bought clothes – for work
Gained some weight and lost some weight
Did a pretty thorough clean-out of most of my crap
Got confirmation that we will be moving office space at work; I get to see the new digs tomorrow
Taken a week off work
Started a sewing project
Finished some smaller projects
Realized how amazing sugar free chocolate syrup and club soda mixed together are
Discovered why zoodles are so exciting, and yummy
I’m doing alright, keeping busy mostly. The cats like to help which isn’t really much help at all, but I love them.
I’m also still single, which is still just fine. I ended up needing to help a guy on campus that I had a prolonged, and mostly painful, “thing” with and it was sad, but not how you’d think. Damn near every gift I had ever given him was in his office, prominently displayed. I’m not sure if that was for my benefit that day or if he’s got a new woman going to his apartment regularly who isn’t interested in seeing that shit laying around. Who knows. With him anything is possible. Regardless, it was purely professional. Yay me.
Life has a way of sneaking up on me, particularly in the spring. Something about the change of the seasons has a tendency to make me lean more towards the manic side of life more than usual. Fear not, I’m taking my meds and seeing the therapist and sleeping and trying to eat. I’m doing the things I need to do, I promise. Wanna see?
In other news, I’m still fighting with my weight. And the triangle scarf. And the back of the vest that I wanted desperately to wear looks like a lavender nipple.
I can’t win them all.
At Mom’s suggestion I’m making a list of projects I have started and need to finish as well as things I know I want to do. It’s rather impressive honestly. But I had forgotten about some of these supplies so really, I should do something with them.
In that vein, I’m seriously contemplating opening an Etsy shop. I have a ton of materials that I could turn into product to sell. Mom asked me if I’d really want to have that kind of inventory on hand, but it seems to me that it’s not really different than just having the raw goods.
Anyone gone that route? Suggestions? Warnings? Recipes for good margaritas? Bueller?
This is the vest I’ve been working on. We dog sat again this weekend and let tell you, repetitive garter stitch is perfect for watching movies. I used Rebecca Hope Obsorn’s Nebula Medallion Vest pattern and, as usual for me, did it my own damn way, mostly because I used only a little handspun yarn but not bulky and then three other commercial worsted weight yarns. The two solid purples are (I think) Cascade 220 that’s been in my stash for years. The aqua collar is a new acquisition but of course I can’t remember what it’s called. That gorgeous stuff in the middle is the handspun. One of my good friends who happens to be a librarian here made it for me before I had the cyst removed in December. Look her up on Instagram, she goes by @teaspinning. I plan on wearing this tomorrow. YAY!!!
I have gotten back to work on the triangles shawl/scarf thing. I’m going to try to get it done before the weekend because this Saturday my nieces have a big ass competition and it’s close enough that Mom and I will go to it. We’ve been to enough of these that we have it down to an art.
We’ll be taking:
a knitting project for me
all 3 of Mom’s tablets
large insulated drink cups
those little sticks of drink mix
snacks that don’t make messes or get fingers dirty (for the girls)
Most of that goes in my backpack. I don’t mind going usually. Inevitably someone will strike up a conversation about whatever project I’m working on. And my nieces are amazingly talented so it’s fun to get to see them in action.
Okay, time for the “body hates me” news…
Last Thursday night I taught a class. While I was up front talking I noticed that the middle finger on the right hand hurt and was swelling. That’s the finger I wear rings on so I got those off and kept going. I had apparently blown a blood vessel. The finger hurt like hell until Saturday morning.
Sunday afternoon Mom and I were doing stuff in the yard, nothing major. I stopped to get a drink and the index finger on the left hand popped, like I felt something pop, and it started turning black and blue and got hard. It’s starting to feel better now but I gotta tell ya, this is just weird.
In the “my body hates salad” news… I lost FOUR POUNDS last week. I am pleased.
I’ve worked in IT for my entire adult life, all six months of it. (HA!) The university I work for is at the tail end of a migration from one learning management system to another which means I’ve been spending a whole lot of quality time moving things “by hand” for faculty who aren’t comfortable doing it themselves, or for whom it’s entirely too time consuming.
I don’t mind. They’re appreciative and, let’s be honest, sometimes mind-numbing work is exactly what you need. But this morning I think I pushed it too far. (mostly because I should NOT have done this all over the span of 3 hours)
Seven semesters worth of a class
4-5 discussion forums per class
approximately 30 students per class
scan each board and download the attached files, then upload to a shared drive
To say that I’m in pain is an understatement.
But I love this gig. I live for it actually. I’m a people-person and a problem solver. It’s a rock solid combination.
In other news, I cheated on my knitting last night even more.This is going to become a fused glass garden stake. I went to my local glass studio last night and did a class. I’ve been doing fused glass for several years now but haven’t done much of it lately. I’ll post a finished pic when it’s done.
And now a gratuitous picture of the cutest orange kitties in the world…