Second Time's a Charm

Thursday, March 18th, 2010 @ 3:10pm


Happy St Patty's Day Sherri! (You're my only follower...this post goes out to you! lol!)

Tonight was interesting. (I should have just gone to bed...stupid me) Knitting night was cancelled...I'm sad, not because I enjoy knitting (I do, but really, I can do it anywhere) but because it is my "mommy time"...my chance to get out and socialize. Yea, I do that all day, but not to people I know. Just random people that come into my store, and usually it is the same conversations over and over again, "Oh, the baby is so cute, what's her name?", "Nice weather we are having.", "How long have you been open?", "Do you take items on consignment?", "Hi, it smells like crap in here!" (Just kidding on that last part! Well, not really...I'll explain the later) I dunno...I can't drive, so it's not like I can get up and say, "I'm going for a drive, be back once I get it out of my system." like I use to.

It is lonely around here sometimes...even though I have people coming in and out of the store, and I am SURROUNDED by children, I still feel alone. Don't get me wrong, I love Creemore, it is such an amazing town, but it is so far away from my friends and family. I don't know a lot of people around here, and I sometimes find it hard to socialize. Meh...I'll figure it out.

Back to my original statement, tonight was interesting. So I got home from work, a little bummed because of the lack of socialization, whined to Steven, who promptly told me, "If you want to go upstairs, close the door, watch tv and knit, then go for it." (I should have taken it) but instead said, "no, that's okay. I want to spend time with my family". So, I went into the living room to find my gorgeous little Savanna, happily playing away. I said hi, gave her a kiss and walked into the kitchen. Washed a load of dishes (that I still haven't put away) and went outside for a smoke. Came back in, checked on the baby to find that she was standing on the couch. Little monkey apparently knows how to climb furniture...I never even knew. So, I took the opportunity to go and sit with her and play...we don't get to very often, I figured I would take advantage of it. Well, doesn't she trip backwards over the pillow at the end of the couch, and take a dive off the end of the couch. Mommy instinct kicks in as I'm faced with these two scenarios: 1: Don't grab the outstretched arm and have the baby fall on her head, either splitting it open, breaking her neck or getting a concussion. 2: Grab the baby's outstretched arm, and possibly dislocate it.

I went with option 2.

So, there we are, 30 minutes later, the baby still freaking out, Steven giving me the "You broke the baby" look and me freaking out. I've just dislocated my daughter's arm. Give me the mother of the year trophy, would ya? Jeez...

Anyways, long, painful story made shorter...We went to the hosptial. Steven had to drive because of my lack of a licence (three carseats jammed in the backseat of a station wagon DID look kinda funny) We argued a bit on the way there (I kept saying I'm sorry and he kept insisting that he "wasn't upset with me...he was upset with the situation"...pah...he was upset with me) Got to the hospital, got through triage, saw the [hunky] doctor who ordered x-rays, got the xrays done (poor little baby freaked out, I cried) went back to emerg, she fell asleep, I started to until a young girl came in who had been snowboarding and possibly broke her arm (I don't know how she couldn't have, she said that she landed with her arm backwards and her palm touched the back of her head...hard to explain when not showing in person, but it made me cringe.) Anyhoo, the [hunky] doctor came back, told me that there were no breaks, no fractures and the shoulder was in place. He explained to me that usually in young children, when an arm is grabbed and the body weight pulls against it, the arm is dislocated not at the shoulder, but in the elbow (something about a ring in the joint blah blah...by this point, I was panicking) He said that it was simple what he had to do, just twist her arm at the forearm and pull. She was still sleeping. He did it, I felt the "pop", she cried and then went right back to sleep. lol! I was about 6 shades of white and feeling woozy. lol! He told me that if she was awake right now, she would be using it. It might be sore, but probably not, and definately nothing to stop her from carrying on with her day. She was going to be fine!! No splint, no cast, nothing. I'm so relieved, but I feel like a shmuck. Poor wee girl, mama's sorry :'(

So, onto another topic. I walked into the store Tuesday morning [after being closed Monday] and was instantly clobbered by this bad terrible smell. I started searching for it right away...couldn't find it. I narrowed it down to somewhere in the back, but couldn't find it. Today, Steven came and got the kids early enough in the day so I could get some things done. I immediately started cleaning and organizing the back. As I was knee deep in toys, office supplies, hangers and clothing, I had a couple of ladies walk into the store. I waded out to the front and asked them how they were. They replied with "Hi, it smells like crap in here!" lol! What the hell am I suppose to say to that?! "Uh, thanks?" No, probably not...So, I said one of the stupidest things I could have responded with, "Yup, I know." They frowned and walked out. Crap.

Nonetheless, I found the putrid smell, and I'm pretty sure I have my darling children to thank for it! On the floor, behind a laundry basket containing clothing and small items I need to take home, was a nasty little clementine that had been placed there by a gnome (the kids have no idea how it got there, so my deduction is a gnome) and decided to not only give off an awesome smell, but mold as well. Yup...super. But, at least I found the smell, AND my back room is clean now! lol!

So, I made my best friend a shrug for her birthday (Yup, the same brown shrug that I almost roasted over an open fire or cut into a million pieces) and she loves it! I've convinced myself that it was the best present she got that day (I know, I'm cocky) I had made two boo-boos on it because I was new at making it and refused to give into its sly and shameless acts of tretchery...so I left them there. But when I put it on to try it out, I noticed them...and noticed them...and noticed them. Then, thoughout the day, I thought about them, and thought about them, and thought about them. By the end of that day, I was agonizing over them, and eventually dreamed bad dreams about them. (Yea, I'm that obsessed with my mistakes...it's a miracle I get any sleep at all) So I decided that I was going to "embellish" the shrug (I have to actually shrug my shoulders everytime I try to think of the name of this thing, because it is one of those words that I keep forgetting, so I've made an official gesture that I can remember...cause I'm cool like that. If you see me randomly shrugging, I'm trying to remember the name of this thing! lol!) I brought into work with me (on the day of her party) some little brown gems, brown colored pearls and some chocolate brown satin ribbon. Long story short...Sherri is my hero! Greatest idea EVER: Run the ribbon though the shrug (I just shrugged again) so as to cover said boo-boos and tie it into a bow at the bottom. I LOVE IT!! It totally completed it, and absolutely covered the boo-boos! THANK YOU!! <3 Here are photos of the finished product :D (They really don't do the shrug (I just shrugged again) justice...but you get the point)

*TO BE POSTED WHEN I GET HOME TO MY LAPTOP*

I just finished another shrug (I just shrugged again) made from a thick charcoal grey and a thin black yarn. OMG! It is A-D-O-R-A-B-L-E! I'm a little frustrated with it though. I added about 10 stitches to it so it would fit around my massive breasts (tee hee!) and instead of actually fitting now, it is waaaaaaay too big. It is larger in the back than it is in the front. I know, I know, "just pull it down so it is bigger in the front" Nope, it doesn't work that way. I tried. I bitched at it and played with it for about a half an hour this monring. I lost that battle. Either way, I'll hold onto it, give it to someone for Christmas or something. I'm going to try a burgundy and off white one next...should be interesting :)

Well, it is now 20 to 1 and I'm exhausted (I had a terrible night last night...didn't sleep a wink) I'm going for my last smoke of the day (or first, depending on how you look at it) and then I'm turning in. Ta ta for now! :D

~Ashley

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