Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Tolerance Levelis at Zero.
I can't seem to shake this cold and I'm getting cranky. I've gone through a bottle of Robitussin and am now onto some Vick's 44. When I'm not feeling good my tolerance level drops way way way below normal. Normally I can tolerate or ignore all the loudness in the house, the bad knitting and the general chaos. When I'm sick, no way.
Dog barking for no reason other than to hear her voice (and never gets hoarse), Go to your crate
Child screaming out songs in the middle of talking to herself out loud in large run on sentences that never seem to stop when all the while she's jumping up and down and building something here and reading a book and and and Go to your room
Trying to complete shipping for the day, leave the computer to go grab a weight from a box, come back, keys are missing. Boogie Baby decided it would be great fun to pull off keys and use them for teething chews. No food for you today - eat your shoeOk, that was just a joke. Shoes are too expensive, I made her eat her socks.
Knitting projects not going how I want RIP!
Another sleeve (Girl Beast sweater this time). The pattern is right this time. For some reason, I just forgot what size she is, now we are here all over again.Silk mountain socks (one sock was done but for kitchenering).I just didn't like how it fit around my ankle and now it's such a lovely ball of yarn again: Part of me is afraid to look at other old projects and part of me thinks it might be a good idea. I might actually get projects cleaned up. Still in the middle of the crank, I managed to finish Dad's socks.