Thursday, June 09, 2005

 

Into Every Life, a Little Shit Must Fall


Some people, however, seem to acquire it in bucketloads.

So not only has Ol' Weird Harold moved out(name invented by Bill Cosby, I believe, and not Annoying French Canadian Man's actual name), he's now threatening dog knows what, possibly including not paying his half of the rent which is already overdue for this month. (For anyone who thinks that he shouldn't pay for a place he isn't living in, a) he didn't give notice, b) he left after the first of the month and c) he promised to pay half the rent for a few months).

Oh yes, and she lost her job this morning.

I'm thinking that maybe I have to actually BRING the karma man home with me next time I go to work and rub him on her front door or something. In the meantime, it's my day off tomorrow and we're going to have a council of war in the morning and make a list of options and what needs to be done first while I stuff her full of pancakes.

I've got half the list made already.

Yes, I'm a bossy friend. She's in too much shock to do it by herself and I'm a control freak. It'll all work out somehow.

First recommendation is to remind monsieur that his trucks are in her name, and if rent money doesn't arrive, she's willing to sell the new one for the $500 he owes her ...

Yes, I did earn the name "Rabbitch" fair and square. Why do you ask?

On the knitterly front, having shown amazing self-restraint (knitted restraints, at that!) over the past five or so months, I suddenly remembered that I am not on a yarn diet I just decline to count, measure, or otherwise admit to my stash until I've reduced it by 100 items and also that needles and accessories are not yarn, so today I went thrift-storing (yes, it's a verb) and bought these:




I love these old plastic needles and can never turn them down, especially at 50 cents a pair. Even with mis-matched colours (which adds to the appeal for me, quite frankly) that's a steal.

I have several pairs of these, some stolen from old ladies even before they passed on (for shame!) but I don't know what they are. Anyone else know?

Comments:
yaz a good friend bunnies! >:d<(a hug)... 'hmm pankcakes' ..=P~( drools)
 
I got a set of those needles from my mom and my yellow ones (3.5 mm I think) are my favourites. I'll have to ask her where they came from. I'll let you know if she remembers.

Sell the new truck for $500 - I love it!
 
I say sell the truck... change the locks and sell anything else the bastard left there. I AM the diet coke of evil. ;) Your friend is REALLY lucky to have you.

Really cool needles, hope you figure out where they're from (I'm still carrying around an identified part that I occasionally bust out and ask strangers where they're from).
 
I have several sets of those plastic needles. I believe each size was a different color. My yellow ones are a Canadian size 4. I either bought them myself in the 70's or was given them by my mom, which would make them somewhat older. At that time they were available inexpensively at most stores that sold yarn. I was taught to knit in 1967 and that is the type of needle Mom bought for me to learn with.
 
I agree -- sell the damn truck. Especially one the amount that is owed to her. That will really burn his britches, to think that someone else is getting a deal on his truck.

Love the plastic needles and fully support the purchasing of knitting gear as a way to stave off buying more fibre/yarn. Word of caution about some plastic needles, don't knit in arenas (my kid plays hockey so I spend a lot of time at the rink) with them. When they get cold they get very brittle and snap, snap, snap, fall to pieces. I speak from experience.

How's the spinning coming along?
 
I agree -- sell the damn truck. Especially for the amount that is owed to her. That will really burn his britches, to think that someone else is getting a deal on his truck.

Love the plastic needles and fully support the purchasing of knitting gear as a way to stave off buying more fibre/yarn. Word of caution about some plastic needles, don't knit in arenas (my kid plays hockey so I spend a lot of time at the rink) with them. When they get cold they get very brittle and snap, snap, snap, fall to pieces. I speak from experience.

How's the spinning coming along?
 
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