Eat your dinner, then you can have one

Cloud 9-10-11

Things have been going pretty darn well as of late. So much so that I have kind of holed myself up and haven't written in awhile because I have to keep shaking my head and pinching myself. Oh and, no, I did not win the lottery. If that happened then I would be flying somewhere tropical right now.

My son is completely potty trained. All that muss and fuss and it took him less than a week to finally cave in and do it. As long as he is sitting on the potty backwards, he is good. He always has to find his own way to do things. I have no idea where he gets that from. *pointing at myself*

This week marked five years that I have been with the same law firm working for the same attorney. I truly love the firm and attorney I work for and would not have it any other way. It is even better that they feel the same about me. My review was glowing and they remarked that I am basically working at an Associate level. Associate attorney that is. My husband and mother-in-law sent me some beautiful flowers to mark the occasion. My husband also picked me up from work to go see Star Trek and have a yummy dinner of popcorn and Junior Mints. The movie was awesome!

Then I decided to go for something I had been mulling over for months. My birthday is the first week in August. Same time as the Sock Summit in Portland. The registration for classes opened this week. I had decided I would try to get some classes and if so, then I would make it a little vacation all to myself, for myself, for my birthday. Well, registration was freaking nuts!!!! Their server got 30,000 hits all at once of people trying to register for this thing. The knitters of the world broke the internet!

After much sadness at all the classes being taken up within the first 30 minutes, I started to hit the Ravelry boards. Seemed there was some problems with registrations. I kept my eyes peeled on the Sock Summit website. And then a shining light appeared, all the classes opened up. I got every class I wanted. I then raced over to the Rav boards and told everyone to "TRY AGAIN." Tons of other people got their classes too and all were thanking me profusely for letting them know as soon as it came back up. I felt like a knitting hero! Needless to say, I did not get much done at work that day.

So I will be at Sock Summit in Portland for four glorious days. All to myself! My schedule is as follows:

Thursday, August 6th: Rivendell and Beyond with Janel Laidman
Friday, August 7th: Toe-Up Socks for the Stubborn with Deb Barnhill
Saturday, August 8th: Knitting for Speed and Efficiency with Stephanie Pearl-McFee
Saturday, August 8th: Conquer Short Row Heels with Chrissy Gardiner
Sunday, August 9th: Top-down Socks That Use Up All The Yarn with Charlene Schurch

There are tons of vendors that will be there. There is going to be a massive Ravelry meet-up. I plan on hitting Powells and Voodoo Donuts, doing tons of knitting, and tons of reading. Not to mention my brother lives down that way and hopefully I can see him too.

So yep, all is well and good and I feel most lucky!

SLUGS!!! -- A Sitcom

This morning was kind of funny. At least I think I would think it was funny if I was an observer and had nothing personally invested. As an update, my son continues to wet himself and refuses to go near the potty. It's a battle of wills at this point. His willingness to go around in wet pants and my willingness to do a heck of a lot more laundry.

This morning he woke up dry. He had not gone in his Pull-Up and I was thinking I had a shot. Nope. He did the potty dance all morning. It was painful to watch. He whined and grimaced through eating his cereal. I casually mentioned he might feel better if he went and he let out another roar of, "NOOOOOOOO!" At this point I was just wishing he would wet himself to get it over with.

We finished breakfast and headed out to the cars. I tossed a few cloth diapers at my husband so he could put them down on the carseat before my son sat down. I mean, the kid was ready to burst and I didn't have time to deal with a wet carseat. "Tell him it is because the seat is cold," I said, knowing my son was sure to protest. Sure enough I heard him whaling. "He doesn't like it because it's different," I heard Mike say from outside.

I walked outside to the car trying to think of what to tell my son. My eyes stopped on the beautiful Gerber daisies I had planted only a few weeks ago. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. My hands went straight out at my sides and I think I started bleating a little, like a sheep.

I knelt down and picked a huge slug off the nearest flower which was now a mass of holes. I threw it across the yard yelling, "Damn you slug!" I looked down and realized there was a plague of slugs upon my plants. My husband got out of the car. "What are there a lot...holy hell!" My husband does not freak out. I knew this meant trouble.

"Go in and get the salt," he yelled after me as I was already halfway into the house. I came back out with chunky sea salt and watched as the slugs started to burst into orange-y globs of goo. "It's not enough, we need more! Give me your keys" My husband ran inside and came back out with the Mortons. Of course. What was I doing with this stinking sea salt?

I think my son had stopped crying by that time and I also would have been sure that he had peed himself.  Except just two minutes ago I got a call from my husband from home saying he had gone back to change because our son had just peed all over him.

Oh well, just a normal morning for me. Now, off to work.

Intermission

My snake is trying to escape.

Mother's Day

I had a great Mother's Day. I was going to spend it with my mother, but she got sick. Instead I took time to dye my hair while reading from the Sookie Stackhouse novel I am currently into. Afterwards we went to the hardware store and got some Gerber daisies which I planted out front. The weather was gorgeous, in the mid 60s. Then I finished knitting a sock, onto sock #2. My hubby cooked a great dinner of steak, potatoes, and corn on the cob and I passed out last night feeling happy.

Of course I was a little perturbed about the 10+ phone calls to my cell phone from an international # of someone trying to call their mother. "Nope, still wrong number." And I will probably be paying through the nose for answering it. I finally had to shut off my phone because they would not stop. Then we got a wrong # call to our home phone for someone else trying to call their mom. Dang! Do people only call their mom's on mother's day and don't have that number on speed dial?  So sad.

But my mother's day was great. Now on to the work week.

This is what I am eating now. Aren't you jealous?