Darn you, Hoji!!!

*sigh* Hoji sucked me into a meme. Dammit if I don't have a Get Out of Memes Free card. I suppose I'll play along... if I must. :)

So here's da rulz:

1. Link to the person that tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
5. Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.

Okay, six random things that you all could probably care less about:

1. The four letter C-word that rhymes with punt makes my skin crawl. Repeated use of this word in the same sentence will result in me removing myself from the convo by either leaving the room or plain ol' going off the damn handle and freaking out.

2. I don't watch reality shows, for the most part. ZOMG! I DON'T WATCH REALITY SHOWS!! Yes, people, I am one of the few red-blooded Americans that have resisted the lure of these types of shows.

3. I love music of most types. Classical to metal to pop and just about everything in between, well except for rap and gangsta rap. The music that I tend to listen to over and over again are the ones that move me on what could be referred to as a spiritual level. Something inside of me sparks and a flood of emotion rolls forth. Don Henley still gets me to this very day, especially End of the Innocence.

4. I'm addicted to Chipotle. I swear those damned burritos are laced with cocaine or something. Oh and I also have a weakness for carmel flavored iced coffees, like a Carmel frap from Starbucks or an IC carmel from Panera. Such a damned sucker.

5. I watch the boys' cartoons even when they are at their Dad's house. They have become part of my daily repertoire that watching anything else during the day just seems... odd. I'm going to get The Muppet Show on DVD for my boys. Nothing would make me happier than for them to totally dig on some good, classic shows that I watched when I was their age. "Bork, bork bork!"

6. I have huge self-image issues. I have lost a bit of weight in the last year but I still feel like a whale. My appendectomy scar from when I was 13 and the lovely stretch marks from growing two lil ones has left me with a belly that I really hate. Let's not even get started with the junk in the trunk. Shit, I got junk in my junk.

Who am I tagging? No one, really. I've never abided by the rules so why start now? Feel free to tag yourself if you wanna and leave me a message if you do play along.

It's silly quiz day!!!

As seen everywhere:

Your Score: the Ham

(28% dark, 69% spontaneous, 36% vulgar)

your humor style:
CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT



Your style's goofy, innocent and feel-good. Perfect for parties and for the dads who chaperone them. You can actually get away with corny jokes, and I bet your sense of humor is a guilty pleasure for your friends. People of your type are often the most approachable and popular people in their circle. Your simple & silly good-naturedness is immediately recognizable, and it sets you apart in this sarcastic world.


PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Will Ferrell - Will Smith







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Gawddang, such a lightweight.

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Did I Lose Anyone?

Well, I think it's high time I start blogging again and let all of my knitter (and those I haven't converted to knitting) friends in on what has been keeping be otherwise occupied. I am sorry to have been away for so long and I appreciate those of you who have checked in on me to see if I am still breathing. I tell ya, knitters are the best kind of people!

I had been unhappy in my marriage for a very long time, hoping that things would turn around, maybe it was the stress of being a mommy that was making me unhappy, maybe it was this and maybe it was that, but in the end I decided that BW and I just no longer meshed and life was becoming too stressful to continue in its current state.

Mid-December I filed dissolution paperwork to the courts and he and I discussed how we will move forward. Neither of us have ever wanted our boys in daycare, we feel they deserve to be at home with either me (as they had been the last 3 years) or a family member. So we made the painful choice to have BW and my two little angels move to BW's parent's home so Grandma can watch them during the day while BW worked and I could find employment. They moved out of the condo the day after Christmas, which really sucked. I didn't even put up a tree, what was the point?

The boys are still adjusting. Tater was the first one to show signs of adjusting to change. He was very clingy, didn't go down for bed/naps nearly as easily, has temperamental outbursts but he is on the down side of that hill. Toddling is another story. Things are just now starting to click with him. He's very confused, asking to "go home" both when he's here with me or with his dad. I feel like he doesn't quite know which house to call home. He used to ask me where I was but now he says "mommy at home, I'm at grandma and grandpas" and so on. Breaks my damned heart.

Our court hearing was this past Tuesday, January 22nd. We walked in, sat down, I answered 5 questions (or so) and she signed the papers and we were done. BW and I wanted a very easy dissolution, we wanted to keep it very friendly, and we were able to accomplish that with nothing being forced upon us from the courts.

I don't regret the last 10 years of my marriage at all and I am not walking away with many hard feelings toward BW. We were each other's source of frustration and stress. I am glad we were able to work this out to the benefit of all 4 people involved without it ever turning ugly and before anyone hated anyone else. I miss my boys terribly, I hate not having them here with me daily but I would hate to toss them into daycare for 10 hours a day, bring them home, feed them dinner and put them to bed. That's no fun for them. They get to have grandma and grandpa's undivided attention all day, they get to run around 30+ acres of land like crazies if they want to, they get to nap in their own beds and play with their own toys every day and they will have more stability in their lives than I can provide for them at the moment. Things can always change and that's why we left our dissolution so open, so we could make these changes and not have to go to court over every minute little detail of custody and child support.

I used to sit and cry over not having my boys here with me. What kind of mom doesn't fight tooth and nail for custody of her children (we have shared parenting, btw, so no one has more custodial rights than the other)? I sat back and realized that it's not about me, it's about what is best for my boys. Having my boys stay with their father and grandparents is what's best for THEM. Secondly, why do I have "more right" to my children than their father just because I am their mother? Last I checked, they are half my DNA and half their father's DNA. I am so tired of all the negativity that I am getting from not only people I know but from my damn family too! No one is seeing that me and BW have our children's best interest in mind, not what is the convention of custody. So what if my boys live with their dad? Is he not as capable of loving them as much as I am? Heck no! So to everyone out there who thinks I have abandoned my children, screw you. To everyone who thinks I have walked away from my children, sod off. To those of you who think I am crazy for mot asking for alimony/child support, get the fuck out of my business. Unlike most people, I'm not trying to be selfish and do what's best for me. It's all about my boys.

Okay, that turned into an unplanned rant. lol I have been busy knitting. I knitted a Norweigan Star earflap hat for Toddling, an all orange Jayne hat for a friend, I have a pair if toe up Monkey socks on the needles, I have started a Clapotis, I still have Toddling's red and grey striped sweater waiting for sleeves, Tater's pirate set is still in the works and I have yet other things that need to be cast on. I need to get pics of my FO's and post them here and on Ravelry. Same goes for WIP's.

I picked up a piddly assed seasonal job with a company that has the web address like a phone number and they deliver flowers. They also own a cookie company that is a favorite here in Columbus. Sadly, their starting pay for their inbound customer services reps is 8$ an hour. Yes, EIGHT!! I called the McDonalds here in town and they pay 8$ an hour and I don't have to drive 23 miles one way or receive horrendous training that leaves me feeling like I am thrown to the wolves. Seriously, I am considering burger flipping until I find another admin position. Maybe I'll just start hookin' and make the really big bucks. HA!!

Holiday Wishes

I would like to wish all of my readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. 2008 will be a year of tremendous change here at Chez Wool and I am happy to have such wonderful friends, both old and new, to share all of my adventures with. Thank you for all of the support you have given me already and look forward to sharing the year to come with you.

Cheers! *clink*

THE STORM

I can feel something coming,
I can feel it in my bones.
I can see it looming closer,
Carrying dirt, leaves, and stones.

This evil has always followed me,
Persistent as the night.
It wants to take my life,
And crush me with it's might.

A raging fear consumes me,
As I watch the nearing storm.
And my heart begins to pound,
I can stay here no more.

If only there was a place to go,
A place to run and hide.
A home where the storm won't follow,
In a land I'd never find.

If such a place exists at all,
It's not here on this side.
I must traverse the raging storm,
In order to survive.

I cannot do it on my own,
The storm has too much force.
But the desperation has won,
And I have only one choice.

So I stand tall before it,
I'll not run anymore.
But a fierce gust of wind,
Hurls me to the floor.

A tear comes to my eye,
And I feel I cannot win.
But the drive of my human soul,
Brings me to my feet again.

I raise my hands up high,
To shield my windburned face.
I curse the messenger of death,
As the blood in my mouth, I taste.

I can see the other side now,
The place that I must reach.
To show the storm it can't win,
A lesson I must teach.

So I run through the gale,
With my destiny in sight.
And push against the wind,
Using every bit of my might.

The storm grows fiercer now,
To quell this new defiance.
It wishes me to perish,
Its reason for existence.

It's wrath forces me down again,
And I fall to my face,
But the storm won't win today,
Of honor it has no trace.

I now begin to drag myself,
Close to the end as can be.
And I reach the other side of the storm,
And seal it's only defeat.

All at once the wind subsides,
And gone is the roar.
Discouraged, the storm is leaving me,
To give chase no more.

I look upwards at the sky,
And revel in the sun's heat.
At last my life can continue,
And finally I'm free.

Emotional Menousha

The road of life is full of potholes, bumps and detours. Some of these potholes, bumps and detours are worse than others and that is where I am finding myself these days. I will find my way back on to the smoother section of the road once I find my way out of the valley. Communication will be a little sketchy but do not worry about me, I will come out of this a little worn from the ride but I will emerge intact and strong. I will tell you my story once the healing has begun. Until then, I will be lurking my usual blogs and sites keeping track of all of you and your adventures.

Until we meet again in a few months,
Pinkwool

*Insert evil grin*