Bye Bye Beatrice

Finally it's a done deal. We had such a hard time getting this new car. First of all the financing is crazy because I don't work full time and hubby's had to file bankruptcy last year. So even though my credit is good, I don't make enough money on my own to afford the car. I have to have hubby co-sign but because his credit is crappy it brings both of us down. Anyway, our new lovely is sitting in the garage right now waiting for us to personalize her and drive her! She's a beauty! Now I just need find a suitable name for her. She drives like a dream!

Work has been so odd lately. Apparently I've been inducted into the "in" crowd at night. They call me their "Golden Child." Yuck...how humiliating. It's nice and all that they like me ("you really really like me" - Sally Field) but I don't know how I feel about all this. The drama is unreal. My young friend with cancer is dying faster than anyone expected. She was given five years but now is expected to live only a year. Yet she still comes into work as sassy and vibrant as she always has. I don't know how she does it. She's also one of the troublemakers. So while I love her I still think she's way over the top at work. She wouldn't agree with me saying she's Trouble...but that's how I see her - Trouble with a capital T! At times I'm afraid that all their shenanigans will rub off on me somehow - you know, guilt by association. At the same time, I know how hard I work there. The managers all seem pleased with me and the Assist Mgr is always happy when I get the chance to work with her. I like the job, oddly enough. I have no responsibility other than to work my shift. So when I punch out, I'm gone. No work needs to come home with me. Sometimes I have to remind myself that even though most of them are legally adults (some in their 20's), I'm still about 14 yrs older than the majority. That means when I was in high school they were still crawling around on the floor. It's nice to be liked and included in the night shift's clique but I also have to remember the age differences and life-style differences. On an upnote, my young friend wants me to knit her a heart in a bright pink so she can carry it with her.

So this is what is currently on my needles: a mostly done pink Lopi heart knit on size 10.5's that will be felted and given away, a barely started sock on size 2's that hopefully will be for myself, and a granny square dishcloth on hook I that I have to keep ripping out because I'm confused on how much to ch and dc and sc and how many times in each hole. I'm also planning on knitting a french girl fantine for my sister's birthday. But I need to run the cost of the yarn by hubby. It's Rowan Big Wool for about $14.50 a ball and I need 4 balls.

LD is doing great. We had a rough time at the dealership with him. When we went to sign the papers they were too busy for us even though we told them what time we were coming in. So we had to wait with a rambunctious 21 mo old for over 2 hours for them to do what they needed to do. Poor guy. He had the biggest meltdown I've ever seen and I don't blame him one bit. I reamed out our sales guy later that day about the whole process. And today when I went in to sign the rest of the corrected paperwork I was offered an apology by the office manager.

Tomorrow we're off to our BF's son's birthday party. He's six and hubby is supposed to be getting him something totally cool. It's a themed party - Red Sox - so we've been asked to wear our gear. Unfortunately, LD has grown out of all his BoSox stuff and I didn't have any to start with. We'll try to wear some red and white in support! Oh, I do have my red socks and so does LD!!!

Oh, for a night out on the town and several very stiff drinks. Riiiiggggghhhhhtttt!

Off for a quick nap before LD wakes and my night shift starts. Happy Knitting!