The Dog

About two weeks ago James and I decided to go for it and get a dog!
 Meet Max!!  He looks sweet in these pictures...but trust me, there is a spaz in there.  

Good sit.

Likes to walk with sticks. 

Chillin' in the back seat for 5 hours like a champ.

Getting to know his new friend, Champ. 

Relaxing in the sun.

Caught in the act of destroying his monkey.

The aftermath.

James Turns 27

Morning starts with surprise cupcake breakfast.

And some Turtle Beaches, which he has been wanting for a while.

Hubs giving the Turtle Beaches a test run.  He seems pleased.

At lunch time we had some German chocolate cake. 

After work we went out for a fancy shmancy dinner.

Happy birthday, hubs!

Fall Crafting

In preparation for fall and in response to the sudden chilly weather we are experiencing here in New York I have begun crafting.  Since I'm not a very crafty or inventive person, my creations have been limited.  But at least I'm accomplishing something while I sit on my booty all day...right??

First things first, my usual: Scarves.  So far I've only made two, but here is the first one.  It's called a basket weave, and I really like it!  Since I don't have any friends here I think I just might keep it for myself.  So there, people who don't want to be my friend.  You are missing out on a cozy scarf.  

Here is the pattern for all my fellow crocheters.

It's cold and I don't know how to turn on the heater! Agh!

My next creation is a bit of a stretch for me, but anyone who can cut fabric and tie knots can do this one.  Sometimes when I look at it I really like it and other times it just looks like a giant mess, so I'm still undecided.  It was fun to make though!  I am dumb and haven't yet figured out how to hang an S from the middle and actually have it hang straight with the wreath hook thingy also in the middle.  Eh, whatevs.  Here are the instructions for this bad boy. 

The Dark Lurker

As you may know (especially if you read this post) I'm a big scaredy cat.  I'm afraid to be home alone.  I'm afraid of the dark.  I'm afraid of shadows.  I'm just plain afraid. 

Things have actually gotten better since I stopped watching true crime shows, but I had a real awakening the other night about the true helplessness one feels when their death is imminent. 

Here's what happened:

I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.  James was sleeping peacefully beside me.  I walked down the hallway, did my business, turned off the bathroom light, and started feeling my way back towards the bedroom.  The room was dark with a bit of light coming from the window on the other side of the bed.  I could see outlines of the bed, the furniture, and....a large man lurking at the end of our bed. 

It really is amazing the huge number of thoughts that can run through you head in a millisecond.  My first thought was It's James.  I looked to the bed, but couldn't tell if he was in there or not because it was so dark.  Once the huge man didn't move or say anything to me, I realized it couldn't be James because obviously he would have no reason to stand there creepily and not acknowledge me with a "Hello dear."  Next thought was James is dead and I'm next.  I embarrassingly let out the most pathetic whimper you can imagine and started backing towards the bathroom again, which luckily  has two doors so I might have had a chance to escape that way.  I turned to run (probably still whimpering...kind of disheartening that I couldn't get a good scream to come out) when the lurker started to move towards me and spoke these words, "Hey babe, it's me, I want to show you something." 

So...it was James after all...wanting to show me something so interesting that it couldn't wait till the morning light.  It turns out that when I got out of bed he had woken up and decided to adjust the AC.  It makes all sorts of weird rattling noises and is really annoying.  Apparently on this occasion James had noticed that when he stood (lurked) at one spot at the end of the bed, the rattling stopped.  And when he moved anywhere else in the room, it rattled again.  Fascinating stuff, really.  Needless to say, I wasn't impressed or pleased.  I had one of those I-just-escaped-death sobbing sessions, and about an hour later was able to fall asleep again. 

Next time I'm taking my bat to the bathroom with me, then we'll see who wants to lurk in the dark.