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Life

The Half Ginger At The Mall

R. Hamilton

So today I went to the Supermall. The Supermall is a mall, amazingly. It’s not very super though, so it’s just a mall. I had a Victoria Secret Secret Award card that could possibly have 500 dollars on it, and I thought that would be nice. But, as my luck would have it, I didn’t have 500 dollars. I had 10 on the card and I bought a nice little mini mister. It smells pretty good. I wish it was a real perfume though, body mist is okay but it doesn’t last as long as I would want it too. I might just keep it in my purse for when I go into bathrooms and want the entire world to know that I was in there. Because everyone knows that I’m kind of person. It does smell nice though, and it doesn’t have a smell that you can choke on.

My Three Dresses
These are the three dresses that I bought: a paisley V-neck and two eyelet strapless dresses, in green and orange.

I didn’t actually go to the mall with Bryant, I went with his mother. I love Bryant’s mum, she is uber cool. She helped me pick out some nice clothes for spring too. I actually purchased nice clothes too, so I have something to wear next time I am suprised with a fancy brunch. I a now the proud owner of three dresses that actually fit me and I look good in them.

Bryant’s mum said that I should get cowboy boots to go with them, but that would look a little to country for my taste. I told her the only reason why she thought that was a good idea was because I’m from Montana and she laughed. I also bought a new pair of jeans. Ones that fit my legs and fit my waist. The one’s the she had got me for Christmas fit the legs but the waist on the is a little big. We found the Old Navy Sweet Heart fit me the best. Some of the best pants that I have tried on. Which is awesome! They also had Sweet Heart shorts but didn’t have any in my size, that would have been awesome had I found some. First pair of shorts that do wedgie me in about two years, but oh well.

I felt pretty good about shopping today. Usually I don’t like it because it’s a stress filled event that I can’t stand! But Bryant’s mum made it a lot of fun.

I got two squares done for the project I’m working on. Two squares in three days. That’s a record or something. I  don’t have a text pattern for the face that I made when I typed that. Hopefully I get something else done with it soon.

Life, Rant

Stress and Anxiety

R. Hamilton

For those of you who don’t know, I am a very stressed person. Normally when I say this people get the impression that I don’t know what stress really is because I’m not really that old and that I’ll know more of it when I get older. This is so far from the truth.

I have grey hair. I’m 22 years old with grey hair from stress. And one of them is white! I remember a few short years ago (like 4) I was plucking grey and white hairs from my mum’s head. Now I have them. It must be contagious, the stupid things!

The fact that I get anxious about almost everything doesn’t help either. I am constantly worried. Sometimes I’m not worried about anything in particular, I’m just worried. Bryant calls me a worry wart all the time and it’s true. We all have some title that we don’t like and worry wart is mine.

Just learned the worry wart is actually one word, worrywart. There are just too many right side of the alphabet letters in that for me not to put a space there. My stress has been affecting my sleep lately, I have a million things that run through my mind; things I need to do, things I’ve done, things I regret, people I’ll never get to talk to again, the last things I ever said to those people, how if I’m not doing anything important with my life, so on and so forth.

I think it’s moderately funny that when I do have a job, I wish I could just go home and spend all day in bed, and then when the situation where I don’t have a job comes about all I want to do is work.

I always feel better after writing, or crocheting. However, it has been a pain to do either of those because of the CT. I’m just going to call it that. So BOO! on CT. BOOOO! My fancy magnet bracelet that Bryant bought for me isn’t working like it used too.

Food, Life

Sunday Brunch and Why I Could Never Be A Rich Person

R. Hamilton

So, it’s Easter. Or Zombie Ham day. Which ever one you choose to celebrate. But today I went to a fancy brunch. I mean a really fancy brunch. So fancy I wasn’t allowed to wear jeans… or really any pants. I was allowed to wear ladies dress slacks. For those of you that don’t know, I only own like 2 pairs of pants. They are both jeans. One of them I have had for years, and Bryant’s mum was so fed up with them not fitting me that she bought me some for Christmas this year. I was trying to save them to be my nice pants, but life is funny like that. They are still nice though, don’t get me wrong, I just wear them every single day. It happens when you don’t have other pants to wear. I do wear my jammies a lot, because they are comfy and I like to be comfy. I don’t think jammies would have flown at all where we were going though.

So, I get dressed, nice shirt that fits and my nice jeans. We sit and wait for the rest of the house to get ready. Bryant’s mum comes down and says that I can wear jeans and that I should wear a dress. Apparently we weren’t going to Bryant’s grandparents house, but their country club where jeans are not allowed. I have a total of ONE (1) dress with me at the moment. It doesn’t fit anymore in the boobie area and is quite short on someone as tall as me. For some reason, I’m trying to change with my boots on. I notice that with the dress on (I held it in as much as I could to get it to fit) that you could see my underwear. So that’s an embarrassment that I don’t want to live through. I hurriedly take those off (with my boots on)  and the dress comes undone to my waist. I get frustrated and take the dress off. Bryant is trying to help me at this point because we’re going to be late if I don’t hurry. He keeps telling me to take off my boots. My underwear are stuck to my boot.

I’m frustrated by this point. Bryant keeps telling me that I can wear his clothes and the fact that the pants I wear (which are 4 inches longer than his) won’t be noticeable since I’m wearing my boots and you won’t be able to tell that they are too short. I grumble something about not wanting to look like a man. Bryant’s grandparents are the fanciest people I know. The last thing I want to do is show up at the fancy brunch at the exclusive country club to which I was invited too by the fanciest people I know. So I tell him no and rummage through the clean laundry. I have ONE (1) set of nice clothes that I wear to interviews. I have a nice top that does not have a bottom. So, ONE nice set of clothes. They had just been washed and I grabbed them off the top. But them back on with my boots still present on my feet.

I was unaware of the fancy-ness of this gathering before I arrived. In my nicest clothes, I still stood out. We got to the country club and walked in with Bryant’s grandpa, who was parking the car after dropping Bryant’s grandma off at the door (fancy fancy people, seriously) and we walked in with them. The host said hello to Bryant’s grandpa in a very formal greeting, this guy even knew his name. Boom, felt out of place number one. But since I was with Bryant’s grandpa I was all (in my head) “Yo, I’m with the cool guy” but I just smiled at the people we passed. I was sat down, offered champagne (it was 10 am) and received an beautiful chocolate egg from Bryant’s grandma. So, this was good, I had a drink, I had good people, and I was about to have some food.

I get up to get the brunch. Bryant comes with me. The people around me live in houses that have house payments that I wouldn’t make in a year if I had a job. I trip just a little bit and I feel my face get a little warm. I think to myself “It’s all good no one noticed.” I grab a plate. This plate is older than me and rimmed with gold. Second thought, “Do not drop this, you will not hear the end of it”. I get to the breakfast bar and all of a sudden, as my luck would have it, TONS OF PEOPLE ARE SUDDENLY BEHIND ME. So my inner monologue goes a little something like this “We can do this, we’re good, just get your food, ooooh roasted potatoes, those should be-” “Damnit!” I dropped the serving spoon. The lady behind gasps a little and her very dapper son gasps with her. I murmur an apology and pick the spoon up off the floor and take it to the wait staff. From their reaction, no one has EVER dropped a serving instrument at Sunday Brunch before me and they all ran in different directions to try to remedy the situation. My face is red by now. The woman who I swore at by mistake it looking at me with a mixture of horror and distaste. She hasn’t moved in line and lets me continue in front of her. Her son is asking her why I am there and why can’t he go ahead of me. There are now MORE people in line behind me. Who are ALL staring at me. I mouse back to the front of the line and lift the next lid. Bryant’s dad tried to lighten the situation a little bit by cracking a joke and a few people chuckled uncomfortably, but I felt a little better that I wasn’t the only non-fancy person there.

The next try had bacon in it. I love bacon, it’s the best food on the planet. I hold the tongs in my hand, and try to be as confident as possible. I would give you a cookie if I had you guess what happens next BUT, it’s pretty obvious. I drop my bacon. I drop A LOT of bacon. I am so embarrassed at this point that I catch it with my hip before it hits the floor and just put it on my plate. I go sit down and drain my champagne glass; which had become a mimosa in my absence, for which I was very grateful. The lady comes through and re-fills my glass. Right now she is my best friend.

Today, I learned that I am not a rich person. Even if I had all the money in the world, I could never be a rich person. I could never wear high end brands. I do not fit in with huge groups of really fancy people. I think I’ll keep my lifestyle even if I do get a lot of money. It’s too hard to be a ‘proper’ lady.

 

I hope you all survived my parenthe-crazy post. Oh, and next time I will have to pick something more difficult to guess when I make something.

Crafts, Life, Short Post

After A Few Days…

R. Hamilton

Hi everyone! I haven’t posted anything in the past couple of days. I haven’t had anything to say really, and I didn’t want to bore your brains out like meal worms. I’ve been working on my new project and playing a video game or two. I haven’t been feeling my best, really down lately. I’m hoping that I can get my project done very quickly so I can show you all!

 

Happy hooking!

Crafts, Life

Talon-less And Corgis

R. Hamilton

That’s right, my third talon has taken a trip off my hand and off to better things. At least I think. It didn’t leave a number where I could reach it, nor a forwarding address where I could send it’s mail. I have no idea where to send the rest of it’s stuff, as it didn’t tell me where it was going. Eventually another one will come along and I will have a new talon (or a few) in my life. Until then, texting will be easier, picking food from my teeth with require a different instrument, and I’ll have nothing to scratch and itch with. Big sigh.

My new project is coming along nicely. I’ve got row A done and together. Row B is crocheted, but I have yet to join the squares. I’ll probably do that later. I forgot to take inventory of my yarn in the colors that I needed before I started, so some of my colors are a bit off. I thought about tackling my pikachu blanket again, something I haven’t thought of in years.

In better news, a litter of Corgi puppies as brought into the world a few days ago by Kalmont Kennels. They posted pictures on their facebook page earlier today and I couldn’t help but squeal in excitement. The have two boys and five little girls (I think). Corgis are some of the greatest dogs on the planet and I can’t wait to have my own. A cute little herd of my own. 🙂

Today I found out how focused Bryant gets when he watches Anime. I’ve loved Anime most of my life, Sailor Moon being my first show. I saw my first episode when I was home sick while my dad’s sister and her family were staying with us when we lived in Corvallis, MT. That was so long ago, but I’ll never forget how fascinated I was with the show and how I’ll always love it. My love for it has evolved to include many different genres, but that one will always be my first. Back to Bryant though. I have never seen someone so engrossed in a show. I don’t think he blinks. He catching up on Bleach right now (a show I have had a hard time getting into, based solely on the fact that there is way too much filler), a manga I had read for a while until I moved in with my mother in high school. I don’t like all the same shows he does (i.e. Vampire Bund), but I’m glad that him and I have something else in common. We just have to find a show we both want to watch.

I’m trying to get out of the habit of posting late at night. It’s a difficult thing sometimes because (like last night) I don’t always have a lot to write about. Especially if I haven’t done anything yet. I try to have an adventure everyday, and boy does it were one out. On to more adventures.

If you are interested in adopting a Corgi puppy, Kalmont Kennels are accepting deposits and applications right now. Here is a link to their facebook page: Kalmont Kennels

Crafts, Life

New Project and A Shout Out

R. Hamilton

So I’ve started on a new project. Crochet that is. I’m working on converting pixel art into granny square blankets. Minecraft has been a huge help in the distinguishing of what pixel is what color. I’ve also decided to do a solid granny square instead of a open granny square. I have irishlace.net to thank for the help on figuring it out. Her website is subtly  referencing a lot of things that I love, but I will let you find those out for yourself. I’ll post a picture of the blanket when I am done. Lots of squares to make, but I’m trying to make the blanket row by row, instead of making all the squares and assuming that I have enough of them. I’ve done a whole spreadsheet on how many of each color I need in each row and I thought it looked really awesome. And it does, But I’m not going to share it until I’m sure I did it right.

I don’t have a whole lot to say tonight, I haven’t gone on a adventure today, so I don’t have a whole lot to talk about.

A shout-out goes to irishlace.net for having wonderful instructions that I could follow for the solid granny square that I’m using in my current project.

Life

The Job Interview

R. Hamilton

So yesterday, I had a job interview with a large bank. I guess you could call it an interview. It was more “Let’s sit around a table and share stories of our work experience while the recruiter looks down her pointy nose at us.” There were quite a few people there but I don’t remember a single person’s name. So I gave them names. Clockwise around the table we had: Sarcastic Interview Lady, Smug Barista Girl, Sports Guy, Me, Lady Who Speaks Farsi, Over-eager Fiji Water Drinker, Troll, Naive Ohio Wife, and Scary Manager Lady.

Smug Barista Girl was my least favorite person there. She was trying really hard to make herself sound good, but was doing an awful job of it. When she was asked when she believed she provided her most amazing customer service, she replied with “Well I always do that, so I don’t have one story.” Her tone alone left me to question her honesty. During the next question about her most professional accomplishment she said that it was selling pounds of coffee at the GIANT coffee conglomerate where she works. When asked about her sales goal she said it was “20 pounds a week for the store.” When she was asked how much she contributed to that goal she mumbled a bit, stumbled a few times before getting her answer out, and blurted with “Like, 60%.” The Sarcastic Interview Lady had a small little sarcastic smile on her face and nodded.

Sports Guy sat next to me. He was from Oregon. We had the same area code in our phone numbers. We didn’t exchange words, but we bonded over that one fact. He was pretty good.

There was me. We’ll skip me.

Then the Lady Who Spoke Farsi. Now I have named a town in a short story that I wrote called Farsi. I was unaware it was a language and I am too lazy to google where they speak it. She seemed like a nice lady.

Over-eager Fiji Water Drinker. This girl was funny. She couldn’t go five minutes without taking a drink from her Fiji water. When the first one ran out, she pulled another one out of her bag. I’m not talking about the tiny Fiji bottles either, these are the giant Fiji waters, and she had a tiny purse. She was asked to list two of her best traits: “Good Listener, Good Communicator, and Very Motivated.” (That isn’t a typo.)

Troll was next. He showed up late. He didn’t know what the word “resides” meant. He didn’t know what “accomplishment” meant. Troll was a slow kind of guy.

Naive Ohio Wife moved here from Ohio. I don’t think she has ever worked a day in her life. She wore clothes that you would wear to a formal dinner to a job interview. When they asked about her work experience she said that she hadn’t ever worked and didn’t need too, that her husband was some big shot. She was getting a job to see “What it was all about.”

So those are the people that I interviewed with. I’ll know by next Friday if they are advancing me in the interview process. So fingers crossed. Well, not really. Because if I cross my fingers it’s hard to type. But you know what I mean.

Life

Mary Kay and The Greatest Movie Theater of All Time

R. Hamilton

So last night I got home late and I was exhausted. I wanted to write before I went to bed, but my bed was all “GET INSIDE ME!” and I was too weak to resist. I did have quite an adventurous day.

First thing I did yesterday day was go hang out with a former co-worker from Nintendo. Apparently she still works there, which is cool for her. The only thing I really want right now is a job. But, anyway, it was cool that she invited me over. Her aunt was doing a Mary Kay party and was doing free makeovers. I’m usually more of an Avon girl myself, I’ve been using their products for years and I love them. But free isn’t something I pass up on a regular basis. So I headed over there.

Everyone was quite nice. I don’t have any friends in Washington and it was nice to meet a few ladies that are quite nice and like the same things that I do. So we stood around and talked and washed our faces and put on makeup. I don’t wear a lot of makeup, if I ever wear make up. This stuff was nice though, it didn’t feel like I was wearing anything heavy on my face. Still not a fan of lipstick though, dries out my already dry lips and I don’t like looking like I ate too much sour candy. The products we tested though were quite nice, they were refreshing and didn’t cake around my oily face like some other products do. So yes a nice product.

As I mentioned I don’t have a job. Currently I am unemployed. But I tell everyone that I’m a professional blogger, since that’s what I do with my time anyway and it sounds better than saying, “Oh yeah, I’m unemployed.” As I make no money from my blog though, I have no source of income and Mary Kay is expensive. I let my consultant know that I wasn’t making any money and that I didn’t have a job. She then told me I should sell Mary Kay.

I’m not a sales person. I’ve been trained in sales on many occasions and I just can’t do it. I’m not saying I can’t do it like when your rock climbing and you really can do it but you want to give up. I actually can’t sell things to people. Sure, I’m more than happy to take their money if they are willing to give it to me, but I’m not one to talk someone into buying something that they don’t really need. I found that out when I was selling Comcast upgrades. I do not do well in pressuring someone else. But I heard the consultant out, she had a lot of good points. But there are always good points in the beginning. I did buy a few nice things from her though. She gave me a couple of samples of other products for me to try as well which is pretty cool.

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After the Mary Kay party, Bryant too me to the movies. I’m not talking about just any theater here. This place was amazing. You could have fit two of me in one of the seats. Not only that, but the seats reclined and provided an ample foot rest. You got a small pillow and a blanket to curl up with as you reclined. You had a waiter and a menu that would bring you food throughout the movie. Free popcorn too. The best part about it, its a 21 and older establishment. Which meant no blaring cell phone screens, no making out, no stupid immature behaviour that you usually see in a movie theater. It was the most impressive theater that I have ever been too.
We went to go see “Oz”. Which was a good movie, but I didn’t much care for the 3d of it. I don’t really get the point of 3d movies. Sure its a cool effect, but I don’t see why I should have to pay more for an effect. The movie theater is call iPic, the one we went to was in Redmond, WA. I highly suggest it.

Crafts, Life

Yarn Stash and The Death of Another Talon

R. Hamilton

EXCITING DAY TODAY! I went to my storage unit and I retrieved my yarn stash! I didn’t think I would have had room for it, but Bryant insisted that we just take the whole thing home with us. So I have ALL (I think) of my yarn now. With the reacquiring of yarn though, always leads one to believe that they need a new storage container for it all. And that is something I definitely plan on acquiring.

I just have to re-wind all of my yarn into pull-center balls. The are much easier to use, don’t roll around as you use them, and just over all look cooler. I use them for both crochet and knitting; I know a lot of knitters who use them. Most people I know who crochet don’t use center-pull balls. Perhaps they just choose not to, or don’t know it’s something that exists.  I like them though, they look like this if you were wondering:
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I still haven’t started a new project. But I’m hoping that my spinning stuff is in my yarn stash box somewhere. That would be a nice project. I was looking at pictures of the first yarn I ever made the other day and I sighed. It is so awful!

That was quite a while though.

So tonight, I bid “good day” to another talon, this time the thumb from my right hand. It was a painful removal, I caught it on a sliding glass door as I tried to open it while it was locked. Now before you judge me while I tried to open a locked door, please know that I was trying to open the door without looking at it to let a dog out and I was opening it on the opposite side of the handle. It’s something I do a lot, because I’m lazy.

You were a good talon, you are a missed talon, and you are survived by Left Thumb Talon. No longer with you pull knots from yarn or small pull beard hairs that have penetrated Bryant’s thumb. You will always be remembered for your loyal service.

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Oh and I made myself a double nail for a little while.

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EDIT:

I forgot to add the link for a pull center ball if you are interested in creating your own. It isn’t the set of instructions that I used to learn the first time but I love instructables.com so the link will take you to their website. If I do find the instructions that I used I will definitely post them. The instructables.com instructions are a little different than how I learned but it’s still a good read.