Ok, if you know me, like personally, and so then you would know how long this process has taken, then, no comments ragging me, ok?

As I type this, dh is preparing the final joins to connect our pedestal sink. Of course, he just had to come up here from under the house and tell us not to use any water, because he has to hook it in to the sewer.

Which gave me visions of him being doused with cold water down there in the dark.

Which made me laugh hysterically and almost fall out of my chair.

While he stood there looking at me as if I had lost my mind.

Which I probably have, but that’s neither here nor there.

I’ll also have you note that the lead article at directbuy features a picture of a pedestal sink. It doesn’t look anything like mine. It has faucets.

Here’s Batman. Remember him? He’s learning to read. He’s wearing a Thomas the Train towel as a cape. School for him lasts less than an hour a day, and the rest of the time, he’s free to be………a superhero, ninja, laughy, giggly boy who doesn’t have to sit still, sit up, speak up, quit that, be quiet.

I love it when the light comes on, and I am there to see it. And more than that, really. I was there to flip the switch. That’s a way cool feeling, ykwim?

Last night, I went over to my mom’s to help her sort some stuff (read that yarn) she’s planning to sell at the estate sale at Grandmother’s next month. Hmm, can’t really call it Grandmother’s estate sale, can we?? Even though that’s what it really is. Weird the way words are, huh? Anyway, while I was there the KITT movie came on, and since I had planned to watch it from the time I heard the first commercial, I parked (hahahahah, parked) myself on the couch beside my daddy and we watched KITT. Umm, ya’ll, I love that car. I have loved that car for 25 years. And if you doubt the fervor with which I adore this car, I say it the same way I say blue-faced leicester. Yeah, like that.I would totally marry that car, ok? Do you realize I have yet to say the name of the movie? That’s because I don’t know it, but I know the name KITT, don’t I? So, my point is that it doesn’t matter what the movie was called, once I heard the name KITT, I was hooked.

Now that was kinda funny, and a way to introduce you to a program called lifelock. Lifelock protects you from identity theft. It’s keeps your good name in good standing. Let me give you a more realistic example of what a good name means. My grandparents lived in a very small town. I had gone to see them one day, and I needed gas to get back home, so I pulled into the gas station. I was about 16 or 17 years old, and I had a checking account because I had a job, and this was back in the day, yk? I lived in a small town, too, about an hour away. (It’s maybe worth noting that I now live in the same town, only it’s much larger and only 45 minutes away, but their town is the same size, LOL.) Anyway, I pumped my gas and went in to pay and the clerk said “we don’t take out of town checks.” Well, oops, the gas had already been pumped. I looked him right in the eye and said “My granddad’s name is R—– C—–, and I’m here almost every week to see him”, and the clerk said “that will be fine then”, and he took my check based on Granddad’s good name and reputation. That’s the kind of legacy a person can have. ( I’ll also add that it’s a big legacy to live up to, but I’ll do that on another day ;))

Of course, today, it’s a different world, and people like to steal your good name, and when they do, you can bet it’s ruined. An organization like lifelock can prevent that, and they can also protect your children’s identities, too. Oh yeah, kids are also vulnerable. Their credit is guaranteed clean, see. That’s a scary thought, but there are people out their who will take a child’s name and SSN and use it and ruin it before they are even old enough to drive, let alone get credit.

Now, back to helping Mama with her yarn. If you’ve been reading for more than a day or two, you know I have a pink problem. A problem with pink. An issue with yarns of the hue of deliciousness. So, there was this bin of yarns, mostly acrylic, and even some kinds I hate, and it was all pink, and there it was, and it was so beautiful in it’s pinkness, and somehow I ended up asking for that bin of assorted pinkish yarns, and last night while I was watching my dream man car, I kinda started a blanket out of those assorted pink yarns. Sigh. Another WIP. But at least it’s pink!

A few months ago, I had an idea for a vacation burst upon my brain. I thought it might be neat to organize a holiday for me and some crafty friends, and we could get away and do crafty type shopping and chat and eat bonbons and drink wine and stitch. And then we all got kinda broke, and I got kinda busy, so that idea has not been developed any further. But then today, I saw some info about the sightseeing tours available from Trusted Tours & Attractions, and I thought more about it. They have an extensive list of cities to choose from, and I think I’d like to go to any of them except Tampa. I’ve been to Tampa and it was just not a real fun time for me!

I went there with just a couple hours notice when I was 8 months gone with my second son because DH was there on business and had to have emergency surgery. Now, after he got out of the hospital, we went to my cousin’s in Orlando and were able to visit some of the attractions at the then-new Universal Studios Park. That was fun, but it could have been funner if I had not been worried about him. Of course, since he had just had his head cracked open, and I was very pregnant, and there were no small children to chase, we were able to slow down and relax for the first time in years. Come to think of it, that’s as slow and relaxed as we’ve been since, and that child I was carrying is 8 years old. No wonder I feel like I need a vacation, LOL!

And I don’t want to go to Vegas just now, because I just went in November. And I don’t need to go anywhere in Florida, because I will be attending a conference there later this year. I think of the remaining cities, the Savannah or Charleston tours most appeal to me. I’ve always wanted to go to those places, and my accent won’t confuse people. Since that same cousin lives in Charleston now and I can get a tour anytime I want (he’s a tour guide, in fact), I guess that ………..leaves……

Hold that thought, ya’ll. I’ll get back to you on that.

In the meantime, I’m signing up for the newsletter at Trusted Tours and Attractions. You can win a handheld GPS just for signing up, and you know I like the toys, ya’ll.

that doesn’t mean I can’t get other stuff, right? I still have rampant consumerism issues, and after seeing how much fun the fam is having with their MP3 players:

I definitely want one for myself. If you’ve been reading long, you know I have been thinking about it for quite some time and I happen to know that Amazon has that little number right there in hot pink, as well as the black I gave dh. And I also know that CouponChief has Amazon coupons.

Hey, when I girl’s gotta shop…..

I knit again yesterday, for the first time since … I think it was the 9th of December. Diva had a doctor’s appointment, so it just seemed natural to grab the basket as I headed out the door. You know part of the pure joy of knitting (for me) is that it is pretty mindless and I can do it with my hands while my mind does other things. That has not been exactly the prescription I wanted over the last 10 or 12 days. Is that really all it’s been? Wow. That’s mind boggling, because it seems like it has been at least a month. A not-month in which the last thing I wanted to do was think.

As a bonus to the knitting, I was able to try on Sonnet, and maybe, just maybe it will fit. And all the ladies in the office oohed and ahhed over it, which is always nice. The color, the texture, it’s all a big hit with the medical supplies crowd. And with me, of course. Another 87 sleeve rounds and I will have a sweater. I purchased the buttons back in the summer, so…..a week at the outside, I think. Maybe I better pencil in some tv and knitting time. And I think I will allow myself to make a pair of socks after I finish Sonnet.

On my non-knitting agenda: clean the girls room so we can put up the tree. I gave them all fair warning that there would be no tree until the house was clean, and that’s the last hold-out. Today I told them that if it didn’t happen Saturday, it wasn’t going to happen.

Go get my hair did since my gal overslept next Saturday and I looked like pooh for my Grandmother’s funeral. I’m hoping she can see me on Saturday morning early.

Give myself a series of makeovers with the makeup I have on the way. I had several folks tell me that the picture with the mineral makeup looked good, even with the curl in the middle of my forehead that I went ahead and ordered samples from Aromaleigh and full size products from e.l.f late Tuesday night. Yes, there will be pictures of the fun, LOL.

Plan, purchase supplies for and execute the Christmas baking. We are obviously getting a horrendously late start, and our celebrations will be continuing past the 25th, which is something I planned on even before Grandmother’s decline and death. Therefore, while all of you are frantically rushing around, I’m just enjoying the ride

I think that about brings us up to date. I am trying hard to get back in the groove. Today is already better in that I have managed to post at least once. Well, as soon as I proofread and hit publish.

Here’s my little knitter in training! Drama helped me while I was winding those mini skeins of yarn yesterday. The first time, I asked her to help, and she was quite willing, so we began, I was winding along, and she wanted to take her hands out. Of course, I said no, and she said, “but my hands will be tied up in there”. I assured her that this was not the case, and that her hands would be free shortly, but I could tell she didn’t quite believe me. She was very relieved when I got through winding to find out this was true and her hands were her very own again. This picture was taken later in the evening, when she’s had a little more yarn holding experience.

Now, if I could just get DaBaby interested in yarn instead of the dog food, my pet supplies might last a bit longer.

Ok, fellow stitchers, I need some help here. I’m organizing and walking in in The Alzheimer’s Association Memory Walk here in Bitty-burg, and I need some help. Please just click the banner and give up a little cash-ola. Just the amount you would fork out for one ball of marginal yarn, multiplied by all the folks who stop by here in a day can make a real difference. Please?