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When I woke up this morning, I cut out and organized the patterns I had printed off the Kish Chyrsalis Yahoo Group last night. I put them in page protectors, and then I got three different kinds of "Valentine" theme fabric from my holiday fabric organizer. I cut out two gathered skirt dresses and one jumper.
Mom called me up for lunch. We had fresh sliced tomatoes on toast and orange juice. I love the tomatoes on toast. The tomatoes came from her garden and they were huge and juicy and delicious.
At about 12:30, Kari, Tina, and Lily came to pick us up. We met Kim at the movie theater and saw The Help. I really wanted to read the book before seeing the movie, but I did not get to. The movie was good. It was extremely funny in some parts and incredibly sad in others. It's hard to believe that people can be so cruel and nasty to others....but I know it is true. Thank God we have moved past the idea that we will contaminate ourselves if we sit on the same toilet as someone from a different race. I suppose there are still stupid people who think that way....but hopefully most people do not.
After the movie, Kim went home, but the rest of us went to Culvers for ice cream. Mom, Lili, and I had a turtle sundae. Kari had some kind of sundae, but I don't think it was a turtle. Tina had a turtle concrete mixer (Culver's incarnation of the "blizzard.") Culver's has the best turtle sundae. And the serve them with the biggest, fattest, juiciest maraschino cherry you can imagine on top.
When we got home, I went down to the basement to look over the three envelopes full of crap I got from the unemployment office. I filled out four pages of shit. What I filled out before told me that I had to submit my request for payment on August 28, which is today...but when I went to the web site, it wasn't up. The fuckers apparently don't have it open over the weekend. So, why the FUCK did they tell me to apply on the 28th? I suppose this means that getting the benefits will be delayed by a greater length of time.
All these programs that are supposed to exist to help you--they really don't give a shit. They look for reasons to deny you. And then, in the case of those fuckers at TRA, they laugh at you.
Oh, and one of the letters they sent me, the unemployment office said that there was "Something Questionable" in my application that might lead to me being ineligible for benefits. WTF??? I've paid into that shit for all these years. I worked my ass off. I hardly ever called in sick, and I always put in lots and lots of extra time. And now they want to fuck with the benefits I am ENTITLED to? What is their malfunction?
And then people yell at me and treat me like I am being a selfish whiney baby when I am depressed and feeling hopeless....really? really???? I wonder how THEY would feel if they got fucked over like I did, lost everything, and got terminated two fucking years before they could collect their full retirement.
Sigh.
Any how---after I was done messing with all that shit, I took my sewing box into the family room and watched a couple of episodes of Auction Hunters and sewed on one of the little dresses I had cut out for my Chryssie doll. This one is a jumper. I got the shoulder seams sewed on the jumper itself and on the lining. I also got the lining sewed to the jumper and one half of it is turned right side out. I'll do the rest of it tomorrow. I think it will be really cute, but I have to find some cute stuff to trim it up with. It really cries out for some lace. I wish I had patterns for crocheted collars in doll size.
Mom came down and we had popcorn for supper. It was pretty good.
Mom is feeling better today, so I am happy about that.
Tomorrow I will work on this room again. I have some stuff that needs to be put away. Then I want to drag some more stuff down from the porch--mostly dolls and small doll accessories.
Stewie and I had a good snuggle, but then I had to pee, so now he is disgusted with me for leaving him and will not return to the snuggle pillow.
Now I am ready to go to sleep. I have a faint, irritating headache which I wish would go away. I am sure it is the constant stress I have been under that makes my head hurt.
Mom called me up for lunch. We had fresh sliced tomatoes on toast and orange juice. I love the tomatoes on toast. The tomatoes came from her garden and they were huge and juicy and delicious.
At about 12:30, Kari, Tina, and Lily came to pick us up. We met Kim at the movie theater and saw The Help. I really wanted to read the book before seeing the movie, but I did not get to. The movie was good. It was extremely funny in some parts and incredibly sad in others. It's hard to believe that people can be so cruel and nasty to others....but I know it is true. Thank God we have moved past the idea that we will contaminate ourselves if we sit on the same toilet as someone from a different race. I suppose there are still stupid people who think that way....but hopefully most people do not.
After the movie, Kim went home, but the rest of us went to Culvers for ice cream. Mom, Lili, and I had a turtle sundae. Kari had some kind of sundae, but I don't think it was a turtle. Tina had a turtle concrete mixer (Culver's incarnation of the "blizzard.") Culver's has the best turtle sundae. And the serve them with the biggest, fattest, juiciest maraschino cherry you can imagine on top.
When we got home, I went down to the basement to look over the three envelopes full of crap I got from the unemployment office. I filled out four pages of shit. What I filled out before told me that I had to submit my request for payment on August 28, which is today...but when I went to the web site, it wasn't up. The fuckers apparently don't have it open over the weekend. So, why the FUCK did they tell me to apply on the 28th? I suppose this means that getting the benefits will be delayed by a greater length of time.
All these programs that are supposed to exist to help you--they really don't give a shit. They look for reasons to deny you. And then, in the case of those fuckers at TRA, they laugh at you.
Oh, and one of the letters they sent me, the unemployment office said that there was "Something Questionable" in my application that might lead to me being ineligible for benefits. WTF??? I've paid into that shit for all these years. I worked my ass off. I hardly ever called in sick, and I always put in lots and lots of extra time. And now they want to fuck with the benefits I am ENTITLED to? What is their malfunction?
And then people yell at me and treat me like I am being a selfish whiney baby when I am depressed and feeling hopeless....really? really???? I wonder how THEY would feel if they got fucked over like I did, lost everything, and got terminated two fucking years before they could collect their full retirement.
Sigh.
Any how---after I was done messing with all that shit, I took my sewing box into the family room and watched a couple of episodes of Auction Hunters and sewed on one of the little dresses I had cut out for my Chryssie doll. This one is a jumper. I got the shoulder seams sewed on the jumper itself and on the lining. I also got the lining sewed to the jumper and one half of it is turned right side out. I'll do the rest of it tomorrow. I think it will be really cute, but I have to find some cute stuff to trim it up with. It really cries out for some lace. I wish I had patterns for crocheted collars in doll size.
Mom came down and we had popcorn for supper. It was pretty good.
Mom is feeling better today, so I am happy about that.
Tomorrow I will work on this room again. I have some stuff that needs to be put away. Then I want to drag some more stuff down from the porch--mostly dolls and small doll accessories.
Stewie and I had a good snuggle, but then I had to pee, so now he is disgusted with me for leaving him and will not return to the snuggle pillow.
Now I am ready to go to sleep. I have a faint, irritating headache which I wish would go away. I am sure it is the constant stress I have been under that makes my head hurt.
