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Wednesday, April 14, 2010
WNBP: Anticipation Is Worse Than Actuality
Greetings, Fellow Bloggy-Types! It is I, your faithful Sheepie. I remain upright and taking nourishment in spite of the fact that it is the week before spring break and all the attempts by the Middle School Machine to break me. Take that, Forces Of Evil!
Let's see how this week's bullet points are hitting the target:
*Omigod, Omigod, Omigod!!! Did anyone see Deadliest Catch last night? Anyone?
*The only kid in my class who watches it managed to get himself suspended yesterday. How could he do this to me???
*I think I am more upset about being abandoned during this crucial King Crab Season than I am by the horrific name he called me.
*It was the bad name. The really, really, REALLY bad one.
*The name that, when mentioned to Mr. Assistant Principal, will make him go as red in the face as a steamed crab and cause him to come down with the wrath of God.
*And now I have no one with whom to squeal over the Burn Barrel Brawl.
*Still really crushed every time I see Captain Phil. It's like I hope it didn't really happen...
*Like he's still here...
*But they call it Reality TV for a reason, I guess.
*Was up at 4:00 this morning all worried about something I thought was going to happen today.
*Several somethings, actually...
*None of them happened.
*It was a delightful day except for the part where no one could talk about Tuesday Night TV with me.
*I'll sleep well tonight, I'm certain.
*Haven't knit a stitch in days.
*Haven't even thought about knitting in days.
*Not riding the little exercise bike much now.
*Bored with little exercise bike.
*But riding it was good for knitting time.
*That didn't make up for the boredom part and how I wasn't really putting enough into the workout to get any results.
*Wii Fit and I are getting along a little better now.
*I am making an effort and it is taking a kinder approach when expressing The Horrific Truth.
*Wii Fit called me old.
*Very mean piece of plastic, that Wii Fit...
*I am constantly surprised at how high the Big, Fluffy Kitty can jump.
*She is, like, three thousand years old.
*But, when being pursued by her baby brother, she can practically hit the ceiling.
*Spry for her age.
*Wii Fit would probably not be so mean to her...
*Now that I'm thinking about it, I'll bet that the thing I thought was going to happen today (and didn't) will happen tomorrow.
*But I won't have spent the wee hours of the morning worried about it and will have to face it unprepared.
*I'll be completely taken by surprise.
*Maybe I should pencil in some time around 3:00 this morning to fret about things that I can neither predict nor change.
*Makes perfect sense, right?
Two more days in this week. Two. I honestly think I can survive two days, horrific surprises aside. And, if not, it will be spring break soon and I can recover from home. So I can be ready to go back and do it all over again...
I am a forty-something fiber-freak living in the wilds of Maine. My goals in life include: ridding my home of knitting UFOs, inventing an intraveneous coffee drip and growing old to become the crazy cat lady on my street. You know the one: 10-45 cats, nobody ever really gets a good look at her, just that fleeting glimpse as she screams at the neighborhood children to get off her lawn and about whom local legends abound.