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Mar. 25th, 2015

This pretty much sums up everything...

So, A-Ha, my utmost favorite band of all time, has announced a 2016 reunion tour and brand new studio album. They 'retired' the band back in 2010 and I never got the chance to see them in concert.

So I sent Mark the email announcement. The following text conversation occurs-

Him- Keep an eye on the A-Ha tour locations for the Us and we'll try to plan to go.

Me- That was my thought as well. The new album drops in Sept.

Him- Yes we will get it.

Me- *happy dances internally*

Him- Heh.


He didn't *ask* if I wanted to go, he automatically said, yes, we will plan for it. And he can't stand A-Ha, lol.

I think I'll keep him.}:P


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Mar. 13th, 2015

Well this is fun.

Last night, Mark comes upstairs to the bedroom, where I'm laying on the bed, reading.

He heaves a big sigh, " Finally", he says, "I finally beat him." He's referring to the boss in the video game he's currently playing that has successfully thwarted him for 3 nights running.

I, having put my book down to listen to him, deadpanned, "Your cat farted in my face. Twice. Then she left me." Miss Sassy, having finally decided that sleeping upstairs on our pillows and stealing 3/4 of them while we were trying to use them, is the best thing ever, had literally just done that and left to go back downstairs.

He started laughing at me, " Well, it just means she loves you!"

I replied, "Yeah, she takes after you in that regard."

"Hey! I don't fart in your face!" He says, between giggles.

"No, but your farts sure as hell do stink as bad as hers did!" I said. And went back to reading my book. Thankfully, it's getting warm enough to leave a window cracked and it aired out pretty quickly.


Siamese cats. Can't do a damn thing with them.

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Today has decided to be annoying.

Netflix disc that was supposed to arrive today, didn't, so I had to find something on streaming to use as background noise that isn't something *both* of us want to watch- not as easy as it sounds.

Barnes and Noble 's store inventory isn't updated properly, so the book they supposedly had in stock at the closest BN here and that Mark was going to pick up to surprise me with- isn't actually in stock and I now have to order it online instead (surprise!Mark said, halfheartedly.}:/ )

Not even going to try to photograph you, Mr Red Bellied Woodpecker peeking around the big feeder at me. Yeah, I see you. You're still an asshole.

Hmph.


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Feb. 10th, 2015

Your internal alarm clock needs to be reset, cat.

Last week, 944 am, Miss Sassy comes upstairs and into the bedroom, then walks across the pillows, back and forth, purring loudly, determined that I get up and feed her. Progress!, we thought, she's finally coming into the bedroom on her own, maybe she's finally settling in!

The next morning, 844 am, she does the same thing. Even throws in a few plaintive meows until I gave up and got up. Still, progress! Yay!

Over the weekend, nothing. But then, Mark usually gets up before me on the weekends anyway, so she'd have no need to come wake me up and demand breakfast.

Yesterday, you guessed it. 848 am, purring madly, sticking her face right in mine. Need to rethink this progress thing...

FOUR TWENTY AM THIS MORNING. Miss Sassy decides to come visit us. Purrs madly and walks back and forth until I move the covers so she can lay under them, on my arm and against me just so. Spends an hour and a half with me, purring the entire time. This cat has a loud purr. Needless to say, I dozed rather than slept again. Then she leaves.

615am, Mark gets up. When he leaves, I asked were she was. He said camped out downstairs in her usual spot, but don't worry, she'll come bug you. I grumble and pull the covers over my head.

745 am. I told her I was not, under any circumstances getting up THAT early, deal with it. She left, used the litter box and came back 10 minutes later. Nope, still not getting up. She curls up with me for 30 seconds, jumps up where Morrigan's dry food bowl is, helps herself ( oh that'll make Mo real happy, that will.}:/ ) and leaves.

1034am, she comes back and I agree, grudgingly, to get up.

On the one hand, I'm glad she's finally, after 5 months, feeling comfortable enough to not only go in the bedroom, but to camp out on Mark's pillow during the day, as she did this weekend and after she ate this morning. But on the other hand, seriously, cat, you need to adjust that internal alarm clock of yours. Insomnia has nothing on you.


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Feb. 4th, 2015

Yeah, yeah...

I know, I don't blog nearly enough. There's really not much TO blog about, honestly. I lead a fairly dull life right now.

Almost finished with the dice bag shells that I have preplanned out, 6 more to go, then I can start sewing them up and going through the odd skeins and forming up new color combos for more.

Have a personal weaving project half done. Need to weave the other half and then see how they look attached together. Then I can move on to the project this is a sample/test piece for.

This month is the final cay payment. Then we can dump that money into our only credit card and savings. It'll also free us up to do more things we keep talking about wanting to do and money won't bee to tight. Heh.

Mom in law is about the same, no better (obviously) but not noticably worse either. The brother in law's parents will be staying with them for awhile, as a test run to see if they can coexist together and move up here fully.

No news on my family's front, which generally means either they're snowed in or everyone's ok.}:P

Pets are all good here as well. Slowly getting Caena's skin issues under control again. Miss Sassy and Morrigan tolerate each other, but that's about it. Not that I expect that'll change anytime soon.

And I guess that's about it.


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Jan. 14th, 2015

Townsman of a stiller town

Do you know how odd it is to be able to eat a bowl of cereal and not have Aries begging for the milk? To not have *any* cat begging for the bowl when you're finished? To be able to finish in peace and drink every bit of that milk. It feels so wrong.


Had a funky dream this morning. My parents, of all people, were throwing a social gathering type event and had invited, along with a bunch of people I didn't recognise, one of my favorite bands. It took place at a location that was a combination of my hometown, my parents' place and where I now live. And hey, guess what, I was just as self conscious and antisocial in the dream as I would have been around them in real life. Yeah. Stupid subconscious.




Been working on weaving dicebag shells. 16 finished so far, with a future evening bag shell made and another on the loom. Not bad for only 14 days into the new year.


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Jan. 6th, 2015

Too early for this annoyance

You know what bugs me? When food related websites put out an article detailing a 'secret spice' and it turns out, all it is, is a blend commonly known as Ras el Hanout. Nothing secret about that, it's been around for generations and is a staple in much of Middle Eastern cooking. The higher quality blends include over 100 different herbs and spices. You can now find a McCormick blend at the grocery store and have for well over a year now, for crying out loud. Pretty sure every Middle Eastern grocery store has a blend as well.

Calling it a 'secret spice' implies you somehow discovered this new spice that no one anywhere knew about. Not to mention, you can't simply walk into a local grocery store and find things like Sumac or [food grade] rose petals- which they also failed to mention that you can't just use any old rose petals you find. It's misleading, disingenuous and makes me not want to read your weekly newsletters because of that sort of tripe now. Ugh.


In other news, reworked my Checkerboard Scarf listing to include color swatches for all available colors. Photos of the three versions I've made so far have been added to the listing. All three have been sold already, but they give an idea of what the scarves look like in both 4 colors and 2 colors. After I finish the dice bag shells(see below), I'll be working up a black to white version that will be for sale.

Also running a 25% off sale on all Kumihimo cuffs and bracelets through next Monday.

In the mean time, I'm spending the rest of the month working on dice bag shells- weaving them, then hoping to actually sew at least 2 bags a week for the rest of the year, or until I run out of shells. I have nearly 50 right now, so that'll last me a few months before I need to make more. In between I'll be working on some more lightweight wraps and scarves, maybe trying out my idea for an extra wide one that if it works, will allow me to create throw blankets. Also need to make a tension peg for my Inkle loom, then I can get to work learning that.}:) (That's easy, I need a screw and a washer as I already have a dowel to use. Heh.)

So. Back to work I go.


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