What we're up to

Thia afternoon I went for a pedicure, which is something I treat myself to about once a month. I lurve a pedicure. Of course, it's done by these sweet Vietnamese ladies who spend the whole time jabbering in Vietnamese, which almost lulls me to sleep. I'm jerked back to awareness by the question, "This OK, Miss Crazy? No hurt?" Un no hurt, just keep rubbing my foot. Ahhhh.

By the time I got through and the polish was dry, it was dark. I was driving home through a neighborhood, when all of the sudden, I hit the brake and shouted OH MY GOD! Why? Because I had come to a house that was fully decked out and lit up for Christmas. Big hard plastic snowmen, Santa Claus, giant lights in the tree, lights everywhere in the front and back yard. And what day is it? It's not even the middle of November yet! Jeez. And I'm already sick of the Christmas crappe in the stores. Must I put up with it year round?

Arrgh!

At least fall is in full swing. The trees are starting to put out some serious color. These are crepe myrtles at the front of my subdivision.

And here's a lovely tree I see on my commute, going towards the interstate. Love the full crown and the gold leaves.

I'm still making snowflakes - these are dull. But I've finished one set of wrist warmers (or wrist worms, BB!).

I like these. I thought about knitting them, but I'm not a great knitter and I didn't have the right kind of needles. (It really needed to be knit on several double pointed needles.) So I made up a quick crochet pattern. If anyone wants it, email me.  It's very dumb and simple - just my style. I'm going to make some more as presents.

Curly came by on Tuesday and spent the night. He's homesick. He wanted to spend two nights, but we ended up having some serious issues with him falling back into his bad old habits. Lots of yelling and screaming and accusations ensued Wednesday morning. There was a lot I won't go into here, but I ended up filling up his gas tank, giving him $10, and sending him back home. He called again Thursday and was sobbing and sick (fever and vomiting), and apologized for his behavior and begged to come home. But I can't do that. Nothing about him has changed. The best thing I can do right now is let him be responsible for himself, and not disrupt everyone else.

Mothering ain't for wussies. Yo.

Moe is spending the weekend hiking and camping with his Boy Scout troop. I'm sure he'll come back totally filthy tomorrow. Moe loves his scout troop. I love having some alone time with DH (who is watching football behind me even as we speak). It's nice and quiet here. Ah, peace and quiet. Maybe I can get DH to rub my feet too.

Here is funny Mr. Vader. (That's Sophie's tail.) He stretches out like this all the time. I love to see his little black paddy paws.

Hope your weekend is good...