Glitter!!!!

Reposted from an article on my facebook: Oh my gosh!!!! How embarrassing!!!!! If that happened to me, I could never look that doctor in the eyes again! 

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor’s office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30 am. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45am. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn’t have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn’t going to be able to make the full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that area to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I’m sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, “My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven’t we?” I didn’t respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal .. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, “Mommy, where’s my washcloth?”
I told her to get another one from the cupboard.
She replied, “No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all my glitter and sparkles saved inside it.”
Never going back to that doctor again……….. never.

Neil Gaiman must be writing because he hasn't been blogging lately. I, unfortunately, have NOT been writing. I just have been shamefully neglecting this blog and its....2 followers...if that. I am not sure if I have posted this blog anywhere. Maybe if I did, I might write a bit.

The 'indentured servitude' goes well. They love me at habitat for humanity and I am hoping that it will pan out to a part-time position. It would be nice to have a part-time or full-time job that is meaningful.

Tuesday, I am required to go to a job club that meets once a week. This better be worth it. I really don't fancy going to Morristown every week and finding parking for something that is lame.

The Constant Gardener

Watching the Constant Gardener. This put ideas in my head about going to Africa and righting the wrongs of injustice. Of course, I would get about two feet down the runaway in Africa and probably pass out from heat with my asthma. Sometimes I wish I joined the peace corp when I was young and healthy...

Still not writing yet.

Sometimes I am hollow like an old sea shell with old grit and stale sand inside. I don't know where my words have gone but I am hopeful that, one day they will. Probably in a staggering rush, a flood of words.

Right now, there are mourning doves outside my window feeding at the seeds I have scattered in the four directions. The squirrels have been feasting like little bandits from the feeder and this mild winter has got me in a mood to plant. The snow drops are out already and I wish that it were fall or spring so that there could be planting to do.

In other news, my baby is finish and ready to be shipped to me from England. They asked me for a birth date and I said to give her birthday as February 2 - Imbolc - I have to think of a name for her now. I have a little trunk that I am making into a cradle for her.

Tried making cables today. Didn't work. Hopefully, the knitting circle I petitioned will allow me to come and learn with them.

sr

Welcome

This is my first post here. This blog will be a place where I can write and post my knitting/sewing projects. At this moment in time, I am in the middle of looking for work -- I had to leave my last job for medical reasons -- and trying to live a writer's life. I am a graphic designer by trade and I am currently going for my bachelor's in web and multimedia design. At the moment, the class I am taking is College Level Algebra. For the next 6 weeks I will under go torture in the extreme as I try to plod my way though mathematics. I have several learning disorders as well, so this class should turn out to be darkest level of hell there is.