Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Trick me twice shame on... I know I know

It was just a few posts ago that I reported the disappearance of my wallet. It was found 4 days later, but once again, it is missing. Once again, I have two suspects:

I think it’s Babette (top “perp”). Stealing smooth things is her MO, while Tiff goes for the soft and smelly things. I came home tired last night from my night class and set my stuff down without securing it. I forget that ferrets smell my stuff coming in from the outside and get all weasely excited.

Like before I questioned them separately. I told Tiffany I have evidence that she does go into the place where I keep my wallet.


I played good cop. I told her that I knew she was innocent, however, protecting Babette was only going to bring her down too. I offered a deal, unlimited access to J’s smelly socks for a month (Trust me, this is big ferret currency.) But nothing. I ate her treats in front of her, but she didn’t crack. I got rougher. I told her that I didn’t care which ferret took the deal, as long as I got my wallet back. I got nothing from her, and without actual proof, I had to turn her loose.

I picked up Babette. Babette, though younger, is a tougher street-wise weasel. Where Tiffany will try to play the cute card, Babette will hiss, I knew she was the one, but I played dumb. I went through the same routine with Babette, but she dummied up.

I made empty promises of being more careful with my wallet the last time. This time, instead of that, I am going to put one of those beeper locaters on it.

Babette online shopping probably with a credit card from my wallet.

(I would appreciate it if you ignore the fact that the bed is unmade)

Monday, February 20, 2006

THANK YOU SP!

I got a package Friday from my SP. Lots of cute things. I love the yarn; I love the twist -- what's it called... It's really soft, I'm thinking about making a hat. I'm sure something will jump out at me.

There are pieces of a heart in the pic... at first I didn't know what it was. I was toying it trying to figure what the hell it was. Mid-examination it exploded and a fortune popped out. I LOVE IT! I felt so spy-like.

And speaking of jumping, Tiffany, wandered into the frame as I was taking pictures. Note, no yarn was harmed...and it is safely bagged away now.

THANK YOU AGAIN SP

(Yes, I ate the kisses faster than I could take a picture) What can I say, the chocolaty goodness was too irrestible for me to wait.





Sunday, February 12, 2006

knitting update

I had started Midwest Moonlight as I thought what a great mindless project while I watch the few hours of TV a week I squeeze (I love Project Runway). I put it into a ziploc so Tiffany the ferret wouldnt snag it and drag it under the couch. Unfortunately, Babette the ferret snagged it (she loves plastic) and I have no idea where she hid it. Tif is systematic in her stealing, Babette not so much.

I want to start the Meg Swanson Vogue scarf, but I notice my issue is I can never start a project. Once I am started I obsess and most likely finish. It takes me forever to do that initial cast on.


TELL ME WHERE MY YARN IS FERRETS!

Monday, February 06, 2006

Japanese idea


I am dying to go back to Japan for the crafting aspect alone.

I want to order this book, however, trying to navigate the Japanese sites (even with translation) is difficult.

But aren't these felted items great??? I haven't been felting as much as I want, but these seem small handy little projects to tackle.




And while I am on a Japanese thing, when I was a teen, one of my favorite songs was TURNING JAPANESE by The Vapors. I thought it was so romantic-- like this guy is so into her that he wants an X-ray... at 13, this was romance (as well as getting hit by a double decker bus in There is a Light and it Never Goes Out)

Flash forward to five years later going out and my BF at the time and I hear this song. I'm all baby isn't this song soooo romantic (coo coo) and BF says, it's about wanking (British guy) It's about WHAT??? Yeah luv, listen to the beat... it's even the speed of it. I've got your picture?? Ofcourse that's what it's about, pet. I spent the rest of the evening pouting... and ofcourse he was all why? I just spoke the truth.

So for the rest of my life after that the song was ruined. And I noticed females would go with romantic and guys always said masturbating when I asked. I became so jaded.

Last year I watched some show on VH1 and The Vapors said it was a love song and it wasn't about masturbation. So I say to J, LOOK IT'S REALLY IS A LOVE SONG. And he said, Ofcourse that's what they will say to VH1 now, but trust me, it's about jerking off. This is from the guy who is supposed to be planning a Valentine's surprise evening for me. Mr. Romance himself.


Turning Japanese by The Vapors
I got your picture of me and you
You wrote "I love you" I wrote "me too"
I sit here staring and there's nothing else to do
Oh it's in color
Your hair is brown
Your eyes are hazel
And soft as clouds
I have to kiss you when there's no one else around

I got your picture, I got your picture
I'd like a million of you over myself
I want a doctor to take a picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down
and turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

I got your picture, I got your picture
I'd like a million of you over myself
I want a doctor to take a picture
So I can look at you from inside as well
You've got me turning up and turning down
and turning in and turning 'round

I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so

No sex, no drugs, no wine, no women
No fun, no sin, no you, no wonder it's dark
Everyone around me is a total stranger
Everyone avoids me like a Psyclone Ranger
Everyone

That's why I'm turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so
Turning Japanese
I think I'm turning Japanese
I really think so...

Thursday, February 02, 2006

I keep on falling!

I have fallen arches. In fact 3 years ago I torn my achilles tendon and had surgery. I'm supposed to wear orthotics or clogs. I end up wearing cute shoes that I can't wear orthotics with or clogs. I have had the same clogs for ages. A professor told me about her cute new DANSKO clogs, so I ran to Nordies and got a pair. I started wearing them to school and my left ankle keeps giving out on me. If I am lucky my heel just does that bending thing. But, if 'm not lucky. Let's see I fell in front of 2 boys that we're all ARE YOU OKAY MA'AM? My favorite fall was at a outside lunch area. My plastic bag of lunch went flying, my fork skidded, my water bottled rolled, my papers flew and I killed my knee. But you know my ego was too big too hobble or limp off, I sucked it up, gathered my stuff with the help of custodians and refused to limp. Later, my knee swelled and a day later it's still killing me. My normal clogs are even higher so it's not like I am used to the heel. But if I keep tripping and/or falling I am going to get a rep for not being able to hold my liquor. I'll get a nickname like Drunky, Trippy, Fally, Spaz, Dumbass.

So as a "faller" my whole outlook on life has changed. I'm sitting 20 feet from the bathroom... that's 20 opportunities to land on my ass. I judge all floors. Last night going to Costco, my first thought was UG, concrete that's really hard. But maybe if I do fall, I'll slide and then be lucky to hit the pillows section and not the landmower section. Going to my car, have to risk that icky scratchy asphalt. Also, I used to use my hands to carry things, no no no. Not now. I need them to brace the fall and the less contained I am the more things I have to chase after. It's wonderful to have to scrape myself off the pavement to then chase a rolling Aquafina bottle. Or when I carry my cellphone -- it's battery door and the phone like to slide in different directions. My hands now must be free.

It's not like I am trying to walk in stripper heels. These are clogs people!

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