Whoa is Me!!!!!!
When me and Kenna were little, we used to write in our diaries every night before we went to sleep. My mom used to call it our "Whoa is Me Di-aries" (you have to kind of sing it). When I started this blog, she asked me if that's what this blog was going to turn into. "Of course not!" I told her. "This blog will be about knitting and crafts and such." (I probably didn't say "and such" but you get the point). Well, Mom, I guess I was wrong because I have to Bitch about a few thing!!!!!!
- I've said this before. Monday's suck. Which is why I invented 'Alcoholic Mondays'. Today was going pretty well for a Monday, until I tried to leave work at 6pm...and my freaking car died! DIED!! So the tow truck driver (cute, but reminds me of Back Home in Indiana) took my car away and gave me his number (OK, his number is actually the number for the Chop Shop). Uuuuugggggghhhhhhh!!!!!
- Cablevision sucks! I have written this freaking blog entry 4 times now. FOUR TIMES!!! My wireless keeps shutting down and my TV turns off. What the hell is that? Not to mention that my Digital Cable gets fuzzy after 10:00 every night. I don't pay a shitload of money every month for this crap not to work...and how am I supposed to watch Three's Company at 11 and 11:30? What the hell???
- Rodents. Rodents. RODENTS. I am so over mice in my house. The pizza joint next door does not have good pizza and chases all their mice to my place. And my landlords, who live upstairs (I'll spare you my nickname for them) feed their cat wet food, and don't clean it up. And won't let the exterminator come to their place. So the mice come to my house and taunt my dog all day and run amuck all night long. Not good for my phobia.
- Full-day training meetings for a job I want to dump! Who thought that was a good idea?
- I still love Kenna. However I still don't have a blog header or button. Grrrr!!! Kenna!!!
- I have no time to knit! Ruffles sits on my couch all day long and waits for me to come home and knit her up, but by the time I get home, there just ain't no time! Poor poor Ruffles. When I got home tonight, she was on the floor...I think Gizmo was trying to help out, but luckily he didn't help too much because she was all in one piece.
Ok. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system. I promise to be much nicer the rest of the week (unless my PMS gets the best of me- then just get out of my way!!!!)
Love you ba-bye.





















