We've been talking about getting a dog for a while.  We figured it would be better to get said animal before Miriam is toddling around and grabbing.  Let the dog get used to her first, ya know?



Anyway, I was on Punky Moms (a forum) yesterday, and someone posted a picture of a dog at their local shelter, which led me to a link to dogs at our local shelters.  I showed one to Jason, and the next thing I knew, we were on our way to the humane society.



Sammy (they called her Samona) turned out to be the perfect dog for us.  She had been with a family before, two working parents and a tween.  They gave her up because they didn't have time for her.  Time is something I have plenty of!  :)  She's a lovable, active, playful, friendly dog.  She's super gentle with Miriam, and just wants to sniff the cats (who want nothing to do with her).  She's already housebroken, we just need to pay better attention to her signals.  She made it all through the night no problem, but we missed a signal late this morning.  She did mess where it was easy to clean though, and she looked sheepish about it and led me right to it.



She did get into my knitting basket over night.  No permanent harm done.  She loves her "kong", and our sofa pillows.  Hmm. 

So, that's Sammy's story.  :)



Now she is our "forever dog".

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I would like to introduce...   Sammy!  She's 1 year 3 months old and a hound/saluki mix.  She's our energetic girl.  Gandalf & Tonks may never forgive us.

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It seems the old saw is right, there are indeed two kinds of people in this world.  I've been paying closer attention to those around me, and to how they live their lives.  Both online and IRL.  I want to be a good mother, and to try not to pass on my worst habits to my little girl.  Yes, I know she's only 4 months old, but when I can already see a problem ahead, I want to put the kibbosh on it, and fast.

My little girl doesn't smile much.  Yes, she smiles, but only in response to something.  She doesn't just sit around and be happy.  Her default expression seems to be a scrunched up "concentration" face, or worse.  You know, furrowed brow, small grimace, like something is wrong with the world she sees and she is frustrated by it.

I don't sit around happy either.  I'm a pessimist.  My husband's default expression is a smile.  Not a "I'm a stupid smiling git" smile, but a genuinely happy smile.  We are both happy with our lives, but he doesn't have to sit and think about his life to be happy, or have something external make him happy.  He just is. 

So, what is the difference?  We both are happy with our lives.  We both like our jobs.  We both like our house.  We are in love.  We are thrilled to be parents.  So, how come he is actually happy most of the time, and I'm not?

I am always looking for the negative.  If someone compliments me, I take it as an insult.  "You look really good today."  My brain interprets that as "You actually look good today, unlike every other day when you look like crap."  Or, "You did a good job" means to me "You did a good job, for once."  I always expect to screw everything up.  I'm an excellent cook, but every time I set a meal down, I apologize for it.  "I hope you like this, it isn't what I originally had planned, but . . ."  Anyway, you see what I'm saying here.

I think I've always been like this.  When I was in 5th grade, Mrs. Hoselton taught us about Optimism and Pessimism.  She had everyone in the class try to decide if they were an optimist, or a pessimist.  I raised my hand with the optimist kids.  She called me back at the end of the day, because she thought I hadn't understood the lesson.  She told me that I was completely a pessimist.  I took this as something was wrong with me! 

I want to be more like my husband.  I want to be optimistic.  I want to purchase something, and be happy with it.  I want to stop apologizing for myself all the time, particularly when I have done nothing wrong.  I want to look in the mirror, and see myself to be the beautiful woman others see in me. 

Particularly because I want my daughter to see her own beauty and worth, but also I want to do this for me.

I want to be the person who sees what she wants, and keeps working at it until she gets it.  Not the person who can see the dream in her reach, but gives up because the ad says "no phone calls" and she didn't get contacted about the first resume she sent in.  (That's an example, no, I'm not looking for a job right now.)

Ninety-nine percent of the population is not trying to insult me, or get in my way, or judging me.  Ninety-nine percent of the population couldn't give a rats ass.  They aren't thinking about me.  They shouldn't be.  They are thinking about themselves, and worrying that I'm judging them.  Every comment is not a veiled threat or insult.  When someone does take the time to say something nice about me, the default assumption should be that they mean it.  Not that they mean something behind it, or that their tone means something contradictory to their words.  There is no "but what that means is . . . "  Especially not the people who love and care about me.  They really do think I'm smart.  They really do think I'm pretty.  They certainly don't need to demonstrate it all the time.  A disagreement about an issue, event, or item is not a statement of my (or their) perceived worth.  It is simply "what it is", a minor disagreement with someone I care deeply about, who cares deeply about me.

I'm tired of being a pessimist.  I'm tired of jousting at windmills all the time.  I'm tired.

I'm going back to bed, to snuggle with my husband for another hour.  When I wake up, there will be a whole new me.

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Just got the call that Jason's grandmother passed away this morning.  Both of his grandmothers, gone in 5 months.  :(

Poor guy. 

This was not unexpected, she was in her 90's, and honestly no one expected her to live past our wedding, much less nearly 2 years later.

She was a neat lady, and will be missed.

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Less than 48 hours, like I said!  :)

We can now accept any and all orders.  I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.  If you tried to place and order and got an error in the last few days, the problem has been solved.  

We now accept Paypal, and credit cards through Paypal processing.

Thank you for your patience,

The management (that's me!) 

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Hello.

 Thank you for your (attempted) order.  You may have gotten this error message.

terminal flagged as Inactive in First Data database (code 26)

We are working with our bank to fix the problem, and should have everything back up and running very shortly.  No more than 48 hours.

Thank you for your patience.  We'll be happy to process your order as soon as we can.

I'm very, very sorry for the inconvienence.  

 

Rebecca 

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In case you didn't receive your copy of the newsletter, I've cross-posted it here.  If you want it to come directly to your inbox, just comment to this thread, and I'll add you to the list for next time!

 

Dear friends and lovers of Froebe Fibers,
 
You haven’t heard from us in a while. However if you have been reading the blog at http://www.k2p2.net,  you know we have been really busy.  For those of you who don’t read the blog (and to recap for those who do) we have had a really busy year so far.
 
We have moved. Which in itself was very stressful. But we have also added a new member to our Froebe Fibers team! Well, she will be when she grows up.  Miriam Nicole joined us in the wee hours of the morning just a couple of months ago. Just a little more stress and a few major adjustments.


 
But, we have made it. We are going strong!
 
We have some new things for you too.  We have listened to your requests and have added a new line of Super Wash yarns and a few new colorways.  We’ve also created a group on Ravelry, Froebe Fiber Lovers, and we would love to see pictures of your completed projects up there. 


This is just one of our delicious new colorways, this is Cosmolicious.  We just want to gobble it up.

Check out our updated site, look around, catch up on the blog, and KNIT ON!
 
 
Love,
 
Aleta, Rebecca, and Little Miss Miriam

http://www.froebe-fibers.com
http://www.k2p2.net

 

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I have two idiots.

I had four lovely trees in the backyard.

I had four lovely trees, with fantastic limbs for climbing, for hanging swings from, for playing on, around, on top of, etc.

Now, I have four ugly trees with no limbs under 20 feet off the ground.

Because I have two idiot men who think that any limb that can be reached with an extension ladder should be cut.

Dead limbs.  Live limbs.  Healthy flowering magnolia tree limbs.

Cut them all down.

Leave stumps protruding two or more feet from the trunk.

Cut them all down.

I'm about ready to take said saws to the limbs of my two idiots.

Note to husband and father:  this means you!

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They're here!  They're here!

The new Superwash yarns are here, and available.  Check 'em out.  This is just a small sample.

 

You don't want to miss these!

 http://www.froebe-fibers.com

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/cries

Last night Miss M was super fussy about the teeth, so we gave the Hylands Teething Tablets for the first time.  I tried one first because I'm not giving her anything if it is nasty.  Anyway, it worked.  She had a good feeding after, and a normal night.  No problems.  Normal night time feedings.  Everything a-ok, until 8:15 this morning.

She woke up SCREAMING, like a banshee.  

I went to her right away, and comforted her.  Was in the process of changing a diaper, when she started to vomit.  Everything.  the 6:45 feeding, the 4:00 feeding, everything came up.  I didn't know her tummy could hold that much.

30 minutes later, and she's dry heaving.

She finally stopped, I gave her a bath, and called the doctor's office.

They gave us the first open appointment, at 10.  I had one hour to get her dressed, myself somewhat cleaned up, and us to the doc, who'se office is 35 minutes away.

We made it.  We won't discuss how I smell.

She slept the whole way there.

Slept through the nurse.  Through being weighed and measured.  Through her temp being taken.

Doc comes in.  

Miss M. wakes up, and gives him the biggest damn smile I've ever seen!

Then she giggles.

He checks everything out.  Nothing is wrong.  Everything is a-ok.  He asks me did she really throw up.  I almost offer to let him smell my hair.  He says everything is fine.  

We go home.

I feed her.

She's been asleep now for 2 hours at home.

Mommy needs a martini.

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I’m sitting here with a babe on my boob, feeling about as hip and cool, about as intelligent, as a frozen fish stick. Then I read this. I start laughing so hard I startle the babe, who then sneezes baby boogers, slime, and milk all over me. Which makes me laugh all the more.

You seriously made my day!  Thank you. :D

 

Oh, yeah, for all you other readers (the 6 of you that are out there), I'm the cool hip mama she's talking about!  Me!  Can you believe it??? 

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This is what mornings look like around here lately.

 

I wouldn't trade my life with anybody, for anything. 

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