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Yes, I know that it’s not even December yet, but I already know what me theme for next year is. Do I remember this year’s theme? Not off of the top of my head, no. I have yet to go and combine all of my blog posts from LJ and one of my other blogs here to make one Mighty Robust Blog. I’ve got it on my list of things to do when I get a minute. You know, like when Hell freezes over and everyone is running around screaming: “Oh No! What do we do?!?”

I’ll be sitting at home muttering to myself: “Well, if hell has frozen over I don’t have to go to work. Cool. I finally have time to catch up on all of that stuff I’ve been meaning to do.”

You know I would. I have quite the inappropriate sense of timing…and humour, but that’s a different story.

Anyway, I have this tendency to assign themes to each year in the hope that in sticking to the theme I will actually feel likie I got something accomplished during the year. In light of recent events, I have decided to get a head start on the whole process.

The Theme for 2008: Don’t Wait.
Sub-title for the Theme for 2008: Life is short, eat dessert first.

Seriously, though. Anything can happen. Kwai Chang Caine once said that living a day as though it were your last was the only way to live each day. If I died on the way home tonight (which, by the way, would totally suck as I haven’t been to Glen Coe yet. But would be interestingly prophetic. So, you can bet it won’t happen.) there would be any number of things that I would regret. For this next year, I want to cut down on the number of regrets I would have if I should leave suddenly. It’s like the “Don’t go to bed angry” rule on a grand scale.

So, there you are. There’s no point in sitting around stressing about what is to come. (Mind you, I do a fair bit of that anyway.) All you can do is be prepared and try to cut down on those regrets. Oh yeah. And have that cookie. Try out that new hobbie. Plan that trip. Renew your passport. Push yourself. You only get one go after all.

Okay. Enough philosophy for one day. More silly socks are headed your way. Honestly.

Now, I’m home.

I’m home and I’m suddenly quite stressed out.

You should see this pigsty. Can I call do-over for the last month? Actually…no. I don’t want to go through all of that stuff again.

So, on the way down the mountain I got car sick. Luckily, I was just queasy. We finally made it home and I managed to find something to cook. We had some pasta and sauce in the cupboard. While I was in the cupboard, I checked the sodium levels in the soups we had stored there. Well, now I know what I’m putting in the canned food drive at work. KoshVader is now really aware of his sodium intake as it appears that his blood pressure is running high.

I don’t even want to talk about our finances.

Okay, then. I’ve got to start at the beginning. I’ll think about positive future events. I will try not to think about the fact that my Mother-in-Law is coming to visit, and I need to clean the house before she does. I’ll prepare for the fact that they are turning off the water tomorrow. First, though, I’ll go match up my socks and dream about starting a little sock shop.

Here are my socks of the day. *fanfare* Today we are coming down off of the Mountain…and it looks like I might be driving. eek.

Yesterday we went back over to the Craft Faire for the last couple of hours to help out. After we dealt with the burying of Spock’s ashes…and the great Frisbee hunt. It turns out that Frisbee ended up under the bed in KoshVader’s old room. I guess I didn’t shut the door well enough. Sigh. KoshVader found him, and I played He-Woman and lifted up the bed so we could remove him. The frame is a bit smaller in the front, you see. Witness my mightiness!

Anyway, after we made sure that Frisbee was in the bathroom with all of his stuff we drove into town. I admit that I finally gave in and bought two bowls at the pottery booth next to my Mother-in-Law’s table. They were white with blue bands. Perfect for cereal. Hey. They were only $9 each. I couldn’t just buy one. There were only two, and I didn’t want the other to get lonely. Besides, this way my sweetie and I can match at breakfast.

Wow. I have serious powers of rationalization. Be afraid.

After I bought the bowls, we wandered around Groveland for a bit, and KoshVader encountered a picture of someone that he has known since second grade. The gentleman in question sells real estate in the area, so his picture is on the Real Estate ads. It’s just weird seeing someone all grown up after not having seen them for a while. Once we were done with the reality check we headed back and helped out KoshVader’s Mum until closing time.

And then…we went to dinner. In Modesto.

But the most important thing about yesterday is KoshVader’s epiphany. The booth across from our table at the Craft Faire was selling photographs. Framed, just matted, and cards. And he thought ‘I can do that.’ (psst. I’ve been waiting years for him to realise this.) I have to say, I agree with him. His current job is really stressing him out a lot, and I can see him starting a little side thing to make a bit of cash. With any luck…it could be something more. You’ve seen what he can do with our 4 megapixel point and shoot camera. If my scanner was working I’d show you some of his work with the 35mm. So, in the interest of keeping my sweetie alive and sane, I’m going to get him a good camera. Plus, this way, he won’t keep running off with mine. Yes, there is method to my madness.

Well, I need to start packing up. More when I get home.

Quickly, so that I can get this in today, these are/were the socks of the day for today. Dig the retro style!

Here is the third entry in the Silly sock contest. It was sent in by Emma of Treehouse Jukebox. Thanks Emma! I particularly enjoy the spirals on this one.

Keep ‘em coming, folks!

Here is the second entry in our Silly Sock Contest. It was sent to us by Debbie, with the help of her camera phone. This is why the aspect ratio is a bit off. In any case, I like the unicorn.

Have you sent in your entry yet? Time is running out. Send your silly sock picture to: thesillysocks@gmail.com .

In my family, and among my close friends, we have come up with many [tag]words[/tag] and [tag]phrases[/tag] that can only be understood by those in the know. So…I’m putting you wise.

Word/Phrase: Pink Pants

Origin: Once upon a time, when my sister was young, she went shopping with my mother. While they were out, she set her eyes on something she decided that she had to have. It was a pair of pink pants. Sadly, no matter how much she begged, Mum wouldn’t buy her those pants. (She has never heard the end of this.)

Meaning: Something you wanted but never got to have, as you were prevented for some reason.

Usage: I always wanted to spend a semester abroad in college, but it’s totally pink pants. We couldn’t afford it.
or

Argh! I always wanted to go to Space Camp. Pink Pants! [tag]Pink Pants[/tag]!

Consider yourselves informed.
(Oh, and the pink pants in question would have been smaller than those shown. These came from Interpunk. I just liked the picture.)

Frisbee is up here with us, as we didn’t want to leave him with the other cats that he’d just met. He’s tried out all sorts of hiding places so far. First was: under the old easy chair. That wasn’t a good idea, as it has old springs. We performed a radical catectomy and then blocked the way under the chair. Undeterred, Fris tried to get under the old desk. That didn’t work as the space was too small. Then he decided that he really enjoyed being under the pellet stove. While that is theoretically okay, as the stove is off, we decided that it was best to break that habit now…just in case. With no other alternatives, Frisbee took refuge behind the Television. Until, that is, he got bored and came out for some attention. Above you see the results of that. He’s been curling up on the airbed or right in front of the heater. When I covered him up with the blanket he didn’t move. Too cute.

Well, I started this post before and saved it so that I would have the correct picture in the system. It only half worked. I have the picture…but the post disappeared.

*shrug* Oh well.

Well, I wore the happy Pooh Bear socks today. I ended up having to go help my Mother-in-Law at the craft faire today, as her friend managed to hurt herself this morning. It’s generally better to have a partner for these things, just in case you want to use the restroom or get something to eat. You know. Little things like that. So, when I got up and learned this (no, they didn’t wake me at 7am and let me know) I got into the car and drove into town. (Oh! Did I mention that I drove home from dinner last night? I’ve never done that before. And I did just fine on these windy roads in the dark.)

I figured out where to park with the help of some four year old memories. That was the last time I helped out at the Craft Faire. (Or rather, did the job KoshVader used to do growing up.) The sale went pretty well today. Right next to us was a pottery booth that I perused several times, but I managed not to buy anything. That took some serious will power right there. I was able to talk myself out of the Raggedy Anne and Andy that I wanted, but not buying any pottery…well I’m sort of surprised that I managed it.

So, now we’re going to have dinner and watch some sports. I’ll write something more interesting later. Honestly.

These are the socks of the day. I will be wearing them as we trek up the airy mountain. Yes, I *do* have a rose fixation.

Well, I’m off to bed. More news later.