Designing frustrations
I thought yesterday was bad. At about 2 or 3 pm, my left knee and hip started hurting. I had a co-worker really irritate me. I was generally crabby and in a foul mood. The only bright spot was leaving work and going to pick up my son because by then, the pain had subsided and annoying people would not bother me anymore. I had finished my vest and I would have at least an hour to myself because Josh was going to dance.
This morning, I woke up to snow and wind and stupid drivers. People who do not know how to read and who leave their cars running while they are at the gas pump. Then, once the pump starts running, get back into their cars and sit. It is clearly posted that it is required by law for someone to remain at the pump while it is in use. Yes, it is Minnesota. It is winter and it is cold. I’m cold, too, but I take into account the law and the safety of other consumers and remain outside while filling my gas tank. People like this bug me.
Then, the drama of yesterday with my co-worker continued and grew this morning. Now I look incompetent to an attorney in the office. But if I had done the work myself, it would have been done correctly and the atttorney would have been properly informed of any issues with the files for today’s hearing.
Now, I am equally frustrated with my personal projects. I have a client who ordered an Aes Sedai shawl, only she wants the full Aes Sedai symbol. I’ve never done the full Aes Sedai symbol. I can’t draw to save my life and the ancient Aes Sedai symbol closely resembles the yin-yang symbol. I have tried 3 times to draw the symbol on my shawl template. And have been unsuccessful and am growing very frustrated. But, I am always looking for a challenge and I pride myself on being able to give my clients what they want. I am an artist. That means I get to gripe and moan and bitch about it.
Now that I have this written down, I feel better. Writing has always been a good stress reliever for me. I guess blogging is no different.
Looking at the picture I posted of the vest I did, I don’t like the picture. I just really hate pictures of myself. I think I look fat, when in reality, I don’t think I am. My cheeks look fat, my neck looks like I have a double chin. Bleh. But, at the same time, I don’t see myself as fat when I am just walking around or getting dressed or whatever. Just when I look at pictures of myself. I know. I’m weird. I’m used to it. This is why I don’t like shopping and buying new clothes.
I got two kittens for Christmas. Yes, I was only planning on getting one for Josh for Christmas. But, the more I read, and the more people I talked to, since I work all day, it is easier on the cat to get 2, that way they have a playmate and they are less destructive. This is always a plus in my book. And, while waiting for Starsky to recover from ringworm, I saw Huggy Bear. Huggy Bear is Starsky’s litter mate (Hutch was another brother, but already adopted). So, I decided to get both Starsky and Huggy since they are litter mates and kitty condo mates. They know each other. Better than trying to get 2 stranger kittens to get used to living together.
They are so adorable and very well behaved. I’m not going to say what they don’t do, because I don’t want to jinx it. But they use their litter box and my apartment has not been destroyed. I did keep them gated in the hallway next to the bathroom while I had the Christmas tree up, only because I did not want them climbing it. Took the tree down the day after Christmas and the babies have had run of the apartment ever since. I tell you, my routines have changed. I now have to look for both kittens before I can close any closet if I’ve turned my back for a second, or I may have an angry kitty on my hands. They have their chosen spots on the couch, with Starsky snuggled up next to my leg and Huggy on the back within head butting distance.
I come home and both kittens are waiting for me and Josh by the door. Give them both a pat on the head before I take off the boots and coat, then go and get dinner ready. That’s when the meowing starts. But, I’ve been hissing at them (the book says to – they treat you like momma, then act like their momma when they upset you – hiss) until they leave me alone long enough to finish getting dinner ready. Then, I fix theirs. Thanks to the advice of a friend and ignoring the book when it comes to feeding them separate, I put the wet food in 1 bowl and let them each eat their fill. Less waste that way. Huggy eats as much as he wants, and Starsky eats most of it. Strangely, Huggy is the chunky kitty and Starsky is the little skinny one. Go figure.
So, life with kitties is good. I’m enjoying talking to them and having them just look at me. The other night, I clipped their claws for the first time. No blood on their part or mine. In my mind – Success! I don’t think they like football games, though, because I tend to wake them up. Oh well. They will get used to it.
Took Josh to the dentist Tuesday night for sealants. My little man is growing up because he didn’t need me to come to the back with him. “Mommy, I can do it. I’m not scared of the dentist. When I was little, I was. But not now. They are nice.” So, I sat in the waiting room and Josh followed the pretty hygenist. Few minutes later, he was back and the dentist thanked him for his help. He is growing up so fast. I almost wish he was a baby again. Almost. I kinda like that he is independent. He is starting to get chores. He folds and puts his laundry away, makes his bed every morning and feeds his kitties. I was going to have him clean the litter box, but until he learns to breathe through his mouth, I doubt that will be possible. Besides, I don’t mind cleaning it every night. My own little chore before going to bed.
Lost will be entering its 6th and last season soon. I just finished the first 5, and I am more than ever affirmed in my belief that the only way to watch tv is to rent the DVD. Or DVR it. Commercials are a waste of my time. I can barely watch football live now, but I do so that I can get laundry done during the commercials. Still can’t stand the commentators, but I’ve learned to tune them out. That, and with DVDs, you don’t have to wait the next week for the next episode. But, I will be patient with the last season and watch it with my friends. The next tv show on my list is Battlestar Galactica. One of these days, I’ll do a write-up of my opinion of Lost. But, JJ Abrams is a god and if he weren’t married, I’d be on the next plane to his current location. You think I’m joking. Watch the behind the scenes stuff for Star Trek – you’d fall in love with his vision as well.
