Don't Forget the Shoes

I've hit packing fever and have slowly over the last two evenings dragged the suitcases up to my room and have been dropping things in occasionally or when I remember things that I definitely should not forget to bring. I'm finding this method is working quite well for me and by Friday I'm sure I'll be done aside from Kyle's shoes.

Oh yes, I am packing for the boy too. Which is slightly backfiring on me since A) This is his first trip so he has been stalling on giving me things/thinks he can essentially pack Saturday/keeps wanting me to pack slightly ridiculous things to bring on a cruise, for example a thermos [as I clarified to my mum, I don't mean a travel mug, I mean a legit "let me unscrew my thermos cap and pour some soup into it" thermos]. And B) I can't truly pack until I have all his things since I've decided spreading both our clothes over two suitcases will help if one of them gets LOST. I'm such an optimist.

Also today my work day was spend helping students participating in a Heritage Fair more commonly known around here as Historica put together pots I smashed in front of Guy House Tuesday. Believe me, both of these activities are surprisingly fun. Now the biggest part of Historica are all these student projects on display boards that get judged and while the projects are on display, the students rotate around to listen/participate in different museum presentations/activities. Dorky sounding - I know. But awesome.

One of the projects was about suffragette women and had this poster on it:

I love it.

The end.

look at me go!

Well, look at that! A second post in a relatively short period of time! And I'm feeling much better today [other than a small headache but I'm ignoring it until it goes away]

Today is going to be a lazy day - my day off for the week, and a rainy one at that. One of my major goals of today is doing laundry and possibly dragging a suitcase up from the basement. Why a suitcase, you may ask? Well, let me tell you! Sunday Kyleman and I will be heading off on a wonderful vacation pour deux. It is super exciting since this is our first week-long trip together ALONE.

We'll see if both of us come back at the end of the week. Hehe.

In other news, this is what I accomplished today:

Purl Soho's Short Row Sweater in Tanis Fibre Arts Fingering. I am in love with this and have enough left over for some socks!

I also started this last night

It's a leg warmer for a cutie-patootie little girlie I know. I've been debating the colour scheme I chose - The stockinette part is actually two different shades of pink, it's just funny how a like they became once I started knitting it. Now it makes me wonder if the cuff is too drastic a change. Although little girls seem more open to slightly mismatched things.

I also realized how many projects I have on my plate and how many more should be on my plate, not including projects I want to do just because. Let me count the ways:

1. The sweater my mother connived me into
2. a wedding afghan for my friend  [ay carumba]
3. these leg warmers
4. a baby shower present for my darling friend - which is really difficult for me because I want to make her so much! But because it's a gender surprise, I'm going to have to save all the cutie-patootie girlie stuff until after the birth [I think it's going to be a girl; I've only been wrong once]. Yes, Ewa, I am talking about you. 
5. my socks!

fouche.

I'm beginning to come to the realization that maybe I am a horrible blogger. Or that maybe I am a horrible blogger because I can never dedicate a blog to a single subject so it's hard to write because then I wonder, "I think it's interesting, but will anyone else?"


I have had a horrible week to go along with my horrible blogger realization. Things have just been angry and frustrating, confusing with hits of happiness in between. The last little while I've been having an internal job crisis, which I feel isn't uncommon in my field, and after not getting a job I worked really hard for the interview for, and beginning to have worries about my current steady pay-cheque plus being guilted and stilted by my not-so-steady pay-cheque, I am afraid I might be losing confidence in myself.

It doesn't help when you get told by your grandfather [who I might add, just got shuttled around by your truly around a doctor's clinic for 2 hours] that you are being stupid for wanting to save up and buy a car on your own. This makes me lose my feminist temper and faith that men will ever see women as truly independent beings that can secure their own lives [feminist temper - right there]. I was so angry I lost my appetite and told him I didn't want to go to breakfast anymore.

The fact that nothing seems to be moving forward in my life really bothers me. I can't find a permanent job [that wants me back], I have a clunky car that sometimes makes funny windmill noises, I live with my parents and my boyfriend can't start a life with me yet. The real sad thing about all of those is that all of those are barely my own choices.

Maybe this is a horrible post to end a long absence on, I promise the next one will be better [I also promise not to wait 6 months before visiting again], but I'm home alone right now before heading to work with only the dog to listen to me, and she's fast asleep from my woes.

I want a nap.