Wednesday, August 01, 2012

AND THEN!

Just when I thought I was getting the hang of managing these damn migraines, I walked down the laundry aisle at Target, and all the chemicals nailed me in the face.

I'm on the back porch now, in humidity (it helps my sinuses), having taken an Imitrex. I'm about to take another. (Doc says I can. No OD today, thanks.) But before I start slurring my speech, I wanted to blog.

Not sure what about, but I want to start blogging again, daily. I know, going from a month off to daily blogging is unlikely to happen, but I want to work toward it. Probably at the speed of dark, but we all need goals. This one isn't even in the top ten of the craziest ideas I've set myself around here. (I still can't believe I knit a Bohus sweater on sock needles in three months. Can anyone? That was some crazy shit, right there.)

While laying on the couch in my have-a-migraine, Victorian maiden swoon, I started brooding a bit on everything. Like why I'm suddenly stalled after years of dealing with crap. I've concluded I'm not taking to civilian life very well.

Which is just hilarious on the face of it, because I've been a hippy peacenik since day one, regularly told off officers, and spent the hub's last five years hating an entire base so well that my blood pressure was 180/200. And no, I don't really miss the military. (I miss some of the guys. There are some nice folks in the military, usually at enlisted levels.) But I got used to treating everything as temporary. We'd be gone again soon, so there was no point to... well, fill in the blanks. Get a decent car, spend money on the house, have a kid, get a pet, buy anything larger than a bread box.

So... I need to get over that. No idea how, really, but reminding myself that we're here to stay, as needed, is helping. I think.

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Several friends have been encouraging me to start doing a thing they're calling "Shit You Missed on Twitter". I hadn't done it because it felt an awful lot like cut and paste to me, but today there was an exchange that had me hooting and laughing out loud, so you're stuck with it.

It all started with a shout-out because a friend of the family has kittens who need a home. (Which has turned into a whole other bundle of annoyance, but I attempt not to digress.) That was when the commentary started. (Names shortened to protect the guilty.)

@Deb: @SamuraiKnitter WHERE did you get kittens??

@Zen: @Deb @SamuraiKnitter Sekhmet must have been getting a little hey-hey?

@Terby: @Deb @SamuraiKnitter I just figured Goob was creating them from test tubes in your basement.

@SamuraiKnitter: @Terby @Deb @Zen I'm sure if the Goob manufactured cats, they would glow in the dark. Purple.

@Terby: @Deb @Zen @SamuraiKnitter No glitter? I'm disappointed.

@Zen: @Deb @Terby @SamuraiKnitter They would also talk and fly.

So. When the rumors start, yes, I'm selling glow-in the dark purple glitter kittens that talk and fly. One per customer. While supplies last.

10 comments:

Sarah {The Student Knitter} said...

lol Man I've missed you! :)

Anonymous said...

me too glad you are back
pam

Galad said...

I've missed you too (and I really want one of those purple glow in the dark kittens!)

Mel said...

You kind of sound like me, stuck in a funk, no motivation with lots of aches and pains.

How does one get out of this "hole"?

And, yes, Please, I'd like one of those kittens.

mrsfife said...

I'd like a couple please. Will you be doing them in yellow as well?

Donna Lee said...

I'm of the (apparently minority) opinion that laundry detergents and other cleaning products don't need to smell. They're supposed to remove odors not put obnoxious smells into things. I use as many unscented products as I can since I'm really sensitive to smell. I sympathize with the migraine from the detergent......

but I'll pass on the kittens, glow-in-the-dark or otherwise. I'm animal free for the first time in 30 years and I kinda like it.

Nicole said...

Sign me up! Well, assuming she can make them hypoallergenic and physically unable to pee in my house... :o)

I have been lurking for a while, so this is probably a bit random, but I just wanted to say that I can sympathize with your difficulty adjusting to civillian life. While I'm in a totally different situation, just making the change from one focus to something completely different is affecting me in ways I never could have imagined. Kind of feel like I'm having a mid-life crisis. Perhaps I should pick up a Mustang.

Roxie said...

If you wind up with purple glitter glow-in-the-dark kittens that have extra legs, I could probably take them off your hands.

See, even when you have nothing to post about, you come up with a knock-out funny post.

Barbara said...

I have faith in the Goob and I'm perfectly willing to spend my golden (or purple, glitter, glow-in-the-dark) years under her benevolent dominance since I am confident that she'll take over the universe in the next 10 years. She will have to share dominion with my manicurist's son Jaden who can charm the socks off any curmudgeon in the room. Grammar school kids rule! (I'm currying favor early.)

I've missed your particular brand of wacky. Glad you're back.

Mandy said...

Well, science has already created the glow-in-the-dark cat, so now it's just a matter of tweaking to get the color you want! http://gawker.com/5839142/scientists-produce-glow+in+the+dark-cats. I'm sure Goob can handle that, no problem!