Hello Camera! Hello New List!

Things are chugging a long. The swans are singing with the reclaimation of my camera. The chair was picked up today for a month out at the spa being "revitalized" ... in Paisely. HAHAHA

So I must think what else can I shift my focus on?

• Paperwork in the bedroom.
  
• Sorting/Chucking The Kid's school stack.
  
• Getting rid of excess clothing for the whole family. Thin it out, move it out.
  
• Measure Kitchen cabinets for curtains.
  
• Stop being so non confrontational and ask the building manager to fix the hutch cabinets in the livingroom.
  
• Get new shelves. (Now that I don't have to pay for a new camera ... this doesn't seem so whacky.)
  
• Update my life in photos: Kid, Family and Knitting.
  
• Paint at least the hallway
  
• Get kid to ride a bike where he's not terrified.
  
• Plan vacation without being a brat.
  

Not necessarily in that order.

Speaking of which -- tried to watch Hoarders the other night while I was knitting, but it got me all choked up and it was SO depressing that I had to switch between that and Law & Order: Criminal Intent. Yeah, well fictional murders are less sad than these real people's lives. Anyways, while watching I got off my fat ass and put the knitting needles down long enough to tidy up my nightstand and get rid of 3 pairs of shoes that are taking up space in my shoe rack.

Perhaps I should watch Hoarders more.

Update: Chaos Reduction Reduced

Meaning, I haven't really been reducing my chaos. On a good and proper note, I haven't increased the chaos ;)

Things aren't where I want them to be, but I am not forgetting that every bit counts. I am reminding myself, that even when The Lazy hits, there should be something productive I can do to return things to right, moving between rooms.

More good news!

Chair is being picked up on Monday for work.

The Beach bag is making inches, slow and steady but I only missed one day of knitting this weekend!

I found the camera!!!

I know! It's funny I went to see my parents this weekend and I was like, I bet I left it there. Because when I can't find things in my house, I usually left them there. The weird thing is I talk to them pretty regularly and they've never mentioned it. So, today after we were talking a bit I said, "Hey, did I leave my camera here?" And they said, "You sure did."

I'm happy. But it also goes to show how long its been since I've been over for a visit.

It was a nice visit for more than the camera. Really relaxed, but I won't lie...

Yay Camera!

Sustained Chaos Reduction

So this week, I am making an effort not to plop my ass down as soon as the lunch box is unpacked, dishes done and dinner started.

Mansfield Park may take longer to get through this time.

Which reminds me I just joined the Jane Austen Book Club Group on Ravelry.com. How mcKnerds is that?

-- They are reading Mansfield Park this month as well.

In my non plopping time, I'm immediately tackling junk mail. I'm finding something that get be removed/donated. I am doing things like picking up stuff of the floor that needs to go back to the right place and sweeping. I'm getting the kid to do his part for only a small manageable part and not bitching at him while we do it.

Today, I will shred for 30 mins. I will dust around the bed.

Then! I will plop on my ass and watch the Sharkies and knit! I think I will hold off on Mansfield Park a little bit, so I can see what chapter they are on, and if it was one where I was just like snooze city.

I'm glad to read it again and separate out the movie in my head.

Yay Knitting Knerds!

Ducks & Horses!

Ducks & Horses is my attempt to tone down the sailor talk. In my knitting mystery, the lady says, "Son of a Sailor." And I have whole-heartedly decided to incorporate that one into the vocab as well. Why? Cause it sounds good. Very Mysterious Benedict Society Sheesh.

The Room is swallowing things again! I was going to wear a pair of comfy dark brown shoes with my new brown skirt to work the other day. They are so comfy that even though they've got some heel, I can walk all around town in them. They are those Born, Mom shoes. I can only find one!

Then the next day I was going to wear a pair of light brown, open toed, cheap but comfy, "almost flats". Guess what? I could only find one ... again!

Snakes & Dogs!

Oh and my fancy hoodie, I thought I put it in the cardigan shelf. And yes, I do have half a shelf in my wardrobe dedicated to cardigans. Well ... it wasn't there! But I think this is under my knitting bag on the trunk. Now, if that sentence didn't reveal something to you about my "lifestyle" you are SILLY! drat!

I wanted to add a feature to my blog that lists posts by labels/categories. I was super excited because there seemed to be a feature within that allowed you to manually select WHICH labels to display in a list. Well my enthusiasm evaporated when I realized said feature doesn't work.

Maybe it's my browser? Ugh, I hate troubleshooting.

Blech!

The Kid made sad eyes to me in the bathroom while flattening his hair with his hands. (ooga ooga we know not brush is! Two rocks go boom!)"I wish I had Michael Jackson to listen to."

The Kid made sad eyes at me again when I was leaving his classroom and said, "Today is library day. We were supposed to have our books. We left mine at home ..."

Aww Crap man. I really don't feel like takin' this one for the team though. He hardly ever reads all of them, and I always say he should bring them in EARLY, when his Dad has the CAR, which is good for carrying heavy things, since he likes to check out 5 of the heaviest books in the library. Crap!

May 6, and still no sign of the camera.

Bonus, found yarn I forgot I had. AHHHH Love the stash.

Sad Poem of the Crazy Lady

Today though an item was missing I wasn't worried.
On my way to work,
I hurried.
Incomplete but sure I was
My communication device upon desktop would buzz.

Alas! No! Woe is me, it is gone.
Once again my scattered brain has proven me wrong.

Sigh, Sniffle
Grunt and Snort.
My memory may not even qualify as short.

To cope, I pace and mutter and woe
To all those down the brightly lit row.
Again I test their patience at my outburst,
When it is only I to blame for what could be the worst.

Stop and think they say
To the petulant child,
Where last did you see it?
Can you remember?

I smiled.

For midday meal
I did delay,
Instead to run home and look where I prayed ...

Tis true! So happy!
The crazy lady alone dance!
For a moment I had some resemblance

Of normal.

After fussing, with what is the home,
I start tidying up, encouraged by my earlier find,
Hoping I'll find what also is mine.

I left home late returning to work.
Reminded again that I am a huge jerk.

The camera remains lost.

Long Winded: Unorganized Mess & Personal Failure

Ugh. This is how I feel. Everything is off kilter today because I am unable to find my digital camera.

For those who might actually read this thing ... I previously lost the camera battery recharger before I was going to Hawaii. Because well I believe I put it in some super logical, central location that would make my life ... EASIER.

I discussed this with Shing. It is part of the ailment she suffers from as well. I suppose it's no surprise that friends who both speak fluent Tangent are both sort of scattered at random points in their lives.

Shing and I both love our grand moments of detail and method. She definitely keeps it together in my opinion. But she reminds me a little of myself. Things directly related to ourselves seem to suffer. I am constantly reminding her to either go home on time or to eat. It's ridiculous, because she loves to eat, and she is sensitive and cranky if she doesn't. Oh and she likes to go home too.

And me. I shuffle around my own stuff, letting everything take a turn on the important pedestal, and then forget where I rotated it to. Scatterbrained, disorganized, always missing something for every event.

I would be lying if I said this wasn't my M.O. since I was a tattertot. (My mom loves the story of me leaving for the Kindergarten bus and I forgot to wear underwear. Of course it was the ONE day I relenting to wearing a skirt so it's an amusing story I suppose). So you know my close friends and obviously my family sort of forgive me for my hole in the head behavior, regardless at how fixable the issue is.

So I could theoretically just ignore all self awareness and say, "Hey I'm keepin'it Real. This is who I am. Yo, deal with it!"

But I'm not like that (anymore). I'm more of a Dobby The House Elf. You know, like in Harry Potter 2: The Chamber of Secrets where Dobby basically starts hitting himself whenever he says anything wrong about his mean masters.

I love Harry Potter.

Anyways I have to think of my own little weasel wizard, The Kid. Whom I may say shows all the organized chaos of his parents combined. Meticulous and anal about random play. Control Freaky with his guests. Bouts of Freakish bookshelf order and then LEGO explosions and dirty boy panties all over the floor and closet door knob. Ick Nast.

Every morning this poor child watches me, and no matter how many things I have lined up at the door ready to go, or packed in my bag the night before inevitably we have to go through the checklist. (At least I'm not checking the stove constantly anymore)

Mom do you have your keys? your phone? Don't get locked out okay? Mom? Do you need your watch today? Do you have your wallet? Do you have your teeth (invisalign)? Did you put the in my bag?

So you see it has come to the point that being unable to find my camera, while I spent a lot of time looking for it has made me ... well, sad. I find it epitomizes my failure to be a good orderly person. Someone that would make a good worker, wife and friend and most importantly a mother. Cause I'm supposed to be guiding this kid. WTF am I teaching him? Be raised by a spazz, don't be a spazz.

Crap.

Hypocrite Mom. It's the name of my new band. We play a lot of dissonant sound, dude. Our jeans aren't skinny but our beat is TIGHT. We don't smoke dope to BE dope.

Wow