change is good... right?

So, I have been feeling this overwhelming need to change. It's been coming on stronger and stronger lately. At first, I moved. This seem to bank the urge for a time. I started knitting again and the different projects calmed my nerves and gave me some challenge to my poor, beleagured memory (as in, 'how does this go again?'). Then I needed to go to grad school to really switch things up. Visiting schools and different towns to see which one fit is a good thing and it is gearing towards change, but it isn't necessarily in itself change. So, I cut about 4 or 5 inches off my hair. Instant change. It's still below my shoulders, but definately above the bra strap.

And now, I need to make more plans for change. I'm not sure what it will be in the end, but it will happen, I'm sure.

what i'm not knitting

I am in a knitting funk. Days, nay weeks have gone by and I have not even picked up the first set of needles. I've totally blown off putting something into the Hardin Co Fair for this year... it's just not going to happen!

So, a list of what I am not knitting:

• socks
• shawl
• baby blanky
• socks (you can never have too many)
• scarf

Yep, all of these are works-in-progress. I cannot wait for cooler weather and for the stupid GRE to be over.

OH! Story! I believe this to be indictative of where I live currently. A customer walks into our agency the other day and while the computer slowly bringing up his account, I decide to shoot the bull. I ask him what he is up to and he replies the usual, 'Oh, nothing much... and you?'. I reply, 'I'm studying for the GRE and not liking it a bit.' Silence. Then customer asks, 'So, that GRE thing.... is it sorta like the GED?'. Silence on my end. I blink and reply, 'Well... they're both tests you take, but you don't get a diploma with the GRE.' 'Oh,' was his reply to that.

So, I wonder if he thinks that taking the GRE is worth it or not, seeing as you don't get a diploma or anything with it.

rain, rain... go away!

What a perfectly, wonderful, rainy day to lay in bed and read a good book. If you don't have one, for shame! Go to good reads.com and find a book.

Go ahead.

I'll wait.

Back yet with a good title to buy/borrow? Good. That's what I like to hear.

Grandma D was in the hospital last week for brain surgery. She had a cyst behind her left ear that put pressure on her brain and nerves. So, it looked like Grandma was a drunk half the time since she staggered to and fro. And she also lost the hearing in her left ear. I hope that this surgery did the trick and she is up and better soon. And thankfully she has short hair, since they had to shave a large patch for the surgery.

Here is the absolute amazing thing. She went in for surgery Wednesday morning and left the hospital Sunday late afternoon. And this is with brain surgery! It is amazing what they can do now a days in such a small amount of time.

Today is the annual Farmer and Merchant's picnic in the lovely little town of Ada. Cousin Jamie and family plus their 4-H club hosted the petting zoo. It was exceedingly hot and sticky and thus I only lasted a few hours. I would post a link, but there is none. Oohh!! Maybe I'll send the mayor a rebuke concerning the lack of innernet pages of Ada. hmmm... I might have to remember who the mayor is before I can do that. glitch in every plan

I'm finally back in my little apartment, roasting alive. I went to Denver a week ago this past Thursday and had a delightful 4 day/3 night tour of the town. I saw the university of choice and then I went on a yarn crawl. Utterly shameful, but delightful. And my mother wonders why I'm single. Did I hit a single bar while there? No. Did I chat up ladies old enough to be my mother or grandmother? Of course I did. The best conversation I had was with a fellow who was 72 going on 73 and he ended giving me good directions. If I was a gold-digger, I would have it made in the shade. Sad, but true. And what is it with people asking my age (now proudly 30) and then asking why a nice girl like me (and who says I can't schnooker people?) isn't married? What sort of response am I supposed to have?

So, if anyone has a response that is snappy, witty or otherwise just plain good, please feel free to leave it in the remarks. Or better yet, send a cute man that travels well so that I don't have to fend off these remarks.

Hannibal the Hamster

No, I did not name the hamster. Yes, I am starting a home for way-ward hamsters. No, I do not need another hamster - two is plenty. No, I do not have hamsters because Stephanie Plum has a hamster.

Now that I have answered the most common questions about Hannibal and Harriet, let me tell you the story of Hannibal and how the little bugger came into my life.

As you have previously seen, Harriet was living the life of Riley in her plastic, rainbow-vomited cage in my bathroom. Then Cousin Jamie asked me if I could take a hamster off of her Aunt Julie's hands. Aunt Julie's nephew (or maybe great-nephew... I can't remember) was not really taking to good of care of Hannibal and thus, Aunt Julie received Hannibal one day. Julie is a kind-hearted soul who is living with her mother, a cat and a dog. Her mom, Mother Mary, had issues with the hamster smell/pine shaving dust in her house, so Julie needed to ditch the hamster. So, she gave Cousin Jamie a call and Cousin Jamie prevailed on me to take poor Hannibal in.

So now I have a double vision of rainbow-vomited, plastic cage in my bathroom. I don't dare put them in the same cage, seeing that I don't want baby hamsters.

Now, if someone wanted a hamster, I do believe that I have a free one for the taking. And he already has a cage and a name.

Just to let you know, is all I'm saying.

off i go

I confess. I am a bad packer. Be it moving or traveling, I don't pack well. And thus my problem for today. I leave for Denver tomorrow and I haven't packed a thing. And I question myself if I have enough clean underwear. hmmm... glitch. So this evening is pack-a-poluzza and cleaning of the hamster cages. Cousin Jamie said that she would watch them and she hopes that they don't escape again.

Have fun and hopefully I'll have pictures, but I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you.