Still with the crappy 'tude. One of these days I'll blog it (maybe tomorrow), but for now I'm trying to stay in a good mood because the husbeast and I are going on a date tonight. Without the Goob. I will get to eat a meal in peace without having to yell, clean food off my kid, clean food off myself (I hope), snarl, or otherwise Be A Mom. Can't wait. But for now, a jumble of thoughts.
We were rattling off this (admittedly lame) list of reasons we need to be home in time for the Goober's bed time, and my father-in-law gave us both a pitying look and said "Gee, we've NEVER put kids to bed before." After that we shut up.
Spinning class Saturday. I got something in the mail yesterday telling me what all I'd need, and I'm set except for handcards. Which kinda pisses me off, because this is a class about spinning, not fiber prep. Plus using handcards makes me feel like I've got rabid squirrels chewing my hand off at the wrist. So I'll just watch that bit. At the least, I won't be self-taught any more.
I mentioned the Goob may not get to go Trick-or-Treat this year, because we're moving that weekend. The outcry from both sides of the family (my brother was also horrified) was unbelievable, and my father-in-law made a couple phone calls and found a 'harvest party' with trick-or-treat on Monday night. No time now for a Bubbles costume (I was gonna make it... shouldn't be too hard, just need tights, mary-janes, and a quick sew for a dress), we'll go with the trusty Pwincess Dwess. Bubbles next year. All hail the glory of the Pwincess Dwess.
I still hate my hair, the carbon fiber is still pissing me off, but the egg salad sandwich I had yesterday was REALLY GOOD.
It's Indian Summer here. Seventy degrees in the afternoons, but after a freeze, so there are no bugs left. (Well. Very few bugs. We've got ladybugs swarming, which is kinda freaky, but they don't bite so I'm good with it.) The leaves crunch under your feet when you walk, and you can drink hot chocolate without getting overheated, and there are football games every Friday and Saturday night if you're so inclined. I'm more about ice hockey, but I like going out and sitting in the stands for a high school football game, every once in a while. Pumpkin pie season has hit, and mulled cider, and school is still new enough to be interesting, before the unholy, terminal boredom kicks in. With luck, this time next year I'll be in school again, arguing with some poor, unsuspecting professor over something esoteric and weird. No matter that I've spent more time out of school than in, over the whole of my life (it's damn near a tie, though); autumn means school to me.
We move to Pigsbird officially, a week from tomorrow. The husbeast starts work November 2, and as soon as the paycheck situation smooths out, we will be enrolling the Goober in preschool. Which means at least some of my time will once again be my own. I hope to use that time to expand my shop, and maybe get the income to be enough to pay for my education. That would be nice.
WAYS I STILL KNOW I AM IN OHIO:
-Marching band practice on Wednesday afternoons. I can faintly hear it from the front yard. They are attempting to play Led Zeppelin. There ought to be a law.
-The mailman started the neighbor's leaf-blower the other day; she can't get it going the first time, each fall, so he does it for her.
-Indian Summer. Two weeks later than I was expecting it, sure, but it's warm weather and I'll take it.
-The toughest, most fit hard-body at the gym (which is the local YMCA) is nearly old enough to be my grandmother. Definitely old enough to be my mother.
-Pumpernickel at the grocery store. I know I've mentioned it before, but it never gets old.
-Seasons! What in hell is up with that?
-Trains. We're the meeting of several rail lines here, and no matter what, there are trains going through.
-We have a castle for the public school administration building. (That has an indoor swimming pool used to store books.)
-You can smell pig shit at the city limits. We're pretty sure there's a plan to it, but we're not sure what.
-Seasons! What in hell is up with that??!!?