Duck Egg Report

We now have seven eggs!  Each morning I check the nest and find one more egg!  I don’t know much about ducks but I do know Mama will not sit on the nest until she is done laying the eggs.  I have not found where she and her Egg Daddy are staying since I have only seen them one time.

I wonder where they could be.

How weird is it that I will soon have these ducklings wandering about right here in the burbs.  I am fearful for them since they are close to the sidewalk (though you do have to get right into the flowerbed to see them and even then they are covered up pretty well.) but they are not far from the street either.

Why did they pick our house of all places?

Weird To Me

So, JA applied for a job yesterday.

At my former employer.

I was let go there along with others years ago due to downsizing.

The receptionist was so happy to see him and she still misses me. The messages came in for me on Facebook as word travelled…it honestly made me feel really good that I am still thought of fondly.

I needed that.

And how did he come by that job opening? A good friend of ours heard about the position opening up suddenly yesterday and called JA and told him to go down there and apply.

So he did.

I doubt he will get the position due to their hiring policy in regards to former employees/relatives. But it would sure do his ego some good.

I gave myself a black eye!

Yep. I did not have my glasses on and bent over to move a wine crate. That is when my forehead hit the corner of the china cabinet. Now how a pretty big lump and bruise over my eye.

Nice touch for Halloween don’t you think?

Christmas In the Stores on Halloween.

I am tempted to just give out candy canes to the trick or treaters.  Just to get a WTF looks.

Panic Attacks.

I hate them.  They are nothing more then my imagination in overdrive.  I know they can’t hurt me but MON DIEU!

There is nothing like feeling you are having a heart attack, want to run away, terrified over something you can’t put your finger on and thinking death is imminent.  The feeling of being “trapped” gets me the worse.  Even if outside I feel “trapped”.

For no reason.  No reason at all.

So a trip to the doc and back on Xanax and Celexa.  I really would like to not take the Celexa.  After all I weaned myself of Paxil a few months ago.  That in itself was a nightmare but I got sick of feeling numb all the time.  My family and friends all objected to my disinterest in socializing the personality change.

I have found that if I keep my hands busy, I am ok.  So I have taken up my lifelong hobby of beading.  Seed beads that is.  The really tiny ones that have a habit of jumping off the mat and onto the floor.

Here is what I have completed the past two weeks.  I gave it to one of the sons already since it is not my style.  Now their friends want ones like it in different colors.  I find that a tad odd.

The Roof/My Son on the Roof

I don’t care if he is almost 21.  I totally freaked out when my son went on the roof and slapped a patch on the leak.

Totally.

Freaked.

Out.

But I did not let him or anyone see my anxiety.  In that, I was successful.

I am really into vintage patterns. You can not imagine my delight when I came across this auction on Ebay for the crochet patterns for these delightful outfits.

Wouldn’t this be a hoot to wear? All the right body parts are covered. I imagine you can mix and match the tops/bottoms and play around a bit with the patterns.

Ok. In reality, I nearly laughed my coffee through my nose when I saw this. I seriously hope no one ever really did this. But you know they did. So here are my thoughts.
1. Why belts? I mean the craftsmanship itself deserves no competition here. Really.
2. Underwear. It is very important to wear it if you don this outfit. However, while it is worn under the outfit, it will make an appearance nonetheless. Plan accordingly.
3. How tall is the woman on the left? She kinda scares me a little, even if she bears a slight resemblance to Elizabeth Taylor around the face.
4. The crotch seems a bit wonky to me. Like it might start stretching with wear and start hanging down. How does one tackle that issue if on the beach and with nothing else to change into?
5. Could use this outfit for a funky beach coverup.

That’s it. These are beach coverups. Right?

UPDATE!!!!!!!!!

There is more!

Do you see it? The masks.

One last one. Because what is crocheting if there isn’t anything for babies?

It is hard to read, but the title says, “Knit and Crochet for GIRL AND BOY BABIES.

I am sorry. I feel a little silly here, but I did not know there were any other kind of babies other then girls and boys. Speaking of, I am not quite sure if that is a boy or girl baby.

I haff first baff. I is tired.

Human momma tired too.

All us 6 kittas are has baffs now.  We all takes naps.

If Suri Cruise Had a Burn Book…

I think this would be dead on.  I mean you can just look at all those pictures of her and you can tell.  You can just tell she is going to be unbearable when she gets older.  Kinda like Veruca Salt.

Monday Musing/Another Kitten Update

Now that I don’t work, my life has become unbearably boring.

Here is what I am thinking today…

It is really, really hard to photograph kittens for these following reasons…

• They move.  A lot.
• Momma Cat will always be around.
• They don’t like to pose.
• The dog wants to be part of it all and will cause a ruckus.
• This makes the Momma Cat nervous so she will meow to the kittens.
• The kittens meow back.
• They all get all squiggly and shit.

But I did manage one cute shot.

This is The Black and White One.  I have not named them for two reasons.  I think whoever adopts it should get the honors.  Also if I give a name, then I will get attached.  And I am trying not to get attached.  This one makes it hard.  It was born later then the rest of the litter and is the only one with these colors.  It runs to me first out of all the others despite it being the smallest.  Smart kitten huh?  They all like to be held, but this one likes to be held the longest and will cry out and look for me when I put it back into the box.

And that is my boring Monday post.  So long!