I'm bringing that word back. Apparently, by myself. Life here is good. It's the most wonderful time of the year, take that Christmas. As much as I love autumn, I've been fighting the after-affect of the not as fun part of fall. Potato harvest. Growing up in a farming community, we would get two weeks off of school for harvest vacation. Since I didn't work in harvest I got two weeks of daytime TV and convenience foods. It was, in fact, rad. (Since it occurred in the '80's and early '90's I can use that word.) The only problem is allergies from all the dirt in the air. Oh, and idiots driving spud trucks. You've got to love any area where a potato falling off a truck onto a car's windshield is a real safety risk. Anyway, so allergies hit today and I was baffled what was giving me fits of sneezing. The only fun bit is the strange little chirp noise Zeus makes every time I sneeze. Tomorrow, I'm headed to my parent's house that's about 1/2 an hour away. In Idaho terms, about 25 miles, and I will be driving right through so many fields.So, tonight, the first step is my favorite thing ever: Benadryl. With a Pepsi and ice cream chaser. Tomorrow, I'm gonna have to find something non-drowsy or I'll be crashing out in the middle of quilt club. Oh, and it's the ugly fabric exchange with our quilt group, so I'm excited to see what I get.
Okay, so now on with my kitties!
I enjoy this picture of Zeus because you can see his "fangs". My poor, little, sweet, fluffy, man has some seriously janked up teeth. Oh, and please excuse the pile of laundry next to him. I had to put down what I was folding to get this cute picture. Also, my BlackBerry's camera sucks.
This has been Ares' sleeping spot this summer. We've been calling it his Muppet. Earlier this summer, Chris was on the short list for a job in Frankfurt, Germany. He lived there for two years and speaks fluent German. I, however, can't. So, when it was looking like more and more of a potential possibility I kind of freaked out, and started trying to get my things and life in order. First step of that freak-out was to check out the yarn stash, which is mighty, and try and pare stuff down. I had so much of this purple eyelash yarn from some local craft store closing years ago, so I thought "hey, let's make a blanket." So, I began to knit. And knit. One night I set it down on the ground and spread it out to see how it looked and the inevitable craft law came into effect. This is the law that states "If there is a craft project set on the ground it will become an irresistible draw to a pet." So I just bound off what I had done and let Ares have it. Two months later, it is all beat to hell. It may need to be retired soon. Luckily, I have so much of this awful purple yarn.
So, Chris didn't get the job in Germany. Which I'm totally cool with, because while it would have been an amazing adventure, it would have been super intimidating. But he did just have an interview for a job in NYC today....
