(Since I've turned my kids on to the Rolling Stones and all...)
I'm about 1/2 an hour away from being done w/Kewyn's sweater--hooray, an FO!!!
I've sworn off the Amazon.com forums forever...I just get to worked up...I've got too many other things to get all wired up about.
We've finally made hotel reservations--don't expect to hear from me for part of next week--I'll be by the sea...(I love Monterey...and I'm looking for a yarn store and a nice beach to play at...)
The Cave Troll is cracking me up--he keeps asking to see 'The Wild' (a Disney Movie) and since we're stopping by 6 Flags Discovery on the way home from Monterey, I'm thinking he'll be in little boy heaven. Now I'm terrified I'll lose the little goombah--do you know pedophiles call 3-6 year old towheaded boys 'drop pieces'? As in 'use 'em and lose 'em'? I read that in a novel about four weeks ago--right after I lost Cave Troll in Wal-Mart--and haven't been sleeping well since.
I was at Chicken's dance lessons today, chatting up the mom's (who, after 10 years, have no idea what to make of me, even still...) when I noticed the woman nursing her baby next to me. She seemed to be surrounded by children, and she seemed to be *gasp* older than me...I took a stab in the dark..."So, you have, uh, five kids?"
"No," she smiled--she's very sweet, "I have ten."
Good Goddess--Mate and I look positively sane and brilliant compared to that, don't we? And she's homeschooling. I briefly thought of doing that, but I've got that genetic thing about being very cool teaching everybody but my own family, and I decided I wanted my children to live. (About that genetic thing--don't knock it...T was 12 before I truly realized why my dad had to drink a six pack of beer before he took me driving to practice for my driver's test. And now, at 14, he keeps asking me when he can get his license, and I keep saying, "21".)
And I want to adopt a 3 cornered cat. Maybe it's Roxie's fault--she keeps singing Jack's praises...maybe it was the way she was letting the kittens in the pen nurse off of her--she has 'mama' written all over her. Maybe it was that she looks just like Isabeau--remember, the cat I skinned alive? (If you don't remember, it's in the archives...but really, it's not that good a story...) Maybe it's that I like the idea of naming a three-cornered cat 'Triane' after the Goddess of Joy from BITTERMOON, who is the 'third' Goddess. (We could also call her Ender Third, from Ender's game...don't laugh--we almost named the Cave Troll that.)
And it's hella late, the baby finally went to sleep, and I took a break from BITTERMOON tonight because I had no classroom and I was over and done with playing on the computer...
But blogging's different. (Dija hear about the midnight rambler...now I have to go visit that sight on Rabbitch's blog about the screwed up song lyrics...)
See ya later w/aligator sweater pix--and the pattern, if anybody wants it...