Sarah's Day: It’s April, and It’s My Blog, and I Can Say Whatever I Want

Wow—don’t even know where the time went. Suddenly, I was working a new job and trying to fit in there and struggling over crazy instructors online (ugh…..eye on the prize), and then it was Yarnover.

Jeepers.

I have been to the cities every weekend for the past three weeks, AND will likely go up next weekend too. But that’s later.

I did some volunteer work for a thing called Return of the Robin. It was a round robin hockey tournament. I guess it’s been going on for years. I was truly a fish out of water but it was sort of fun. They didn’t need me at all but I still did two hours of registration. Of course, it was the hockey clique so I didn’t get a lot of conversation, but the players were pretty amusing. The cooler of beer under the registration desk was nice too. Although I had to work the next day so couldn’t really partake…sigh.

Hockey people are a little different-That’s a hockey stick plunger, key ring, AND bottle opener.

And me with the winner’s trophy--

I never volunteer for sport things because most of the things I do are running involved and, well, I’m running. And I am running in a Rockin Robin race in two weeks. So to give back I did this. Seriously.

Martha sent me some cat houses and Chat thinks they are swell. Even Jack squeezed himself in this small one, although the large one is more his size.

It’s warm in here….

I found a their skein of yarn inside the other day. Yes the cat’s have a skein to play with because I thought if I gave them one they’d leave the rest alone.

Hahahahaha. I didn’t really think that one through….

I made a little baby blanket for a coworker who is about the sweetest person I know--

She’s about 5 minutes from giving birth. Or so she wishes.

I went up to the cities and did the shop hop with my friend Jill. Not a single picture of us, but I did take a pic of this

It’s this pattern. Sort of a knit racer back top. I liked it.

The next week was Hot Chocolate with the gang of four--

Ali, Tiffini, Me, and Cathy!

Ya gotta love those girls. The day was beautiful and Tiffini had been sick all week and was on antibiotics. Still she ran.

Sadly, she can’t come with us in June to the Rock N Roll relay. We will miss her so much. We got another runner, Kimberly from Ragnar! Yay, but a sort of sad yay.

Yesterday was Yarnover with Martha. No pics except of our beer-

Wait, I did get a shot of Susan Rainey in a Daydreams in Lace--

It was a test for our adopted Stiches sister Julie. She shoulda been there. The dinner talk by Meg Swanson was brilliant. I instantly ordered her book.

Look at this Adorbs baby sweater…

Dang that’s cute.

I also managed to take a picture of the view out of our hotel room--

It was rain and thunder and lightening this AM. Yesterday, however, was beautiful and so we had a good time going all over the city to see the sights.

One stop was Nordstrom where I did a whirlwind of buying. Well, not really. I needed some new pants and got them, plus a sweater on sale and a shirt. Oh, and a cute pair of flats. Now that I work over at Mayo there is a LOT of walking involved and heels, well, not so much anymore. Lots of Danskos and my new pants are hemmed for flatter shoes. Nice.

While we were at Nordstrom we got a call from my other sister, Debbie.

I couldn’t take the call because I was trying to buy my clothes (oh, and did I mention nylons and little footies too?)

But then I got the text--

Seems Happy bit Carol (again) and he had to leave the apartment right NOW. And Carol’s daughters were right behind that. Had. To. Go. No time to think. He was going to the shelter (supposedly no kill) unless we could scramble our asses and get him out of there. Let’s see. Martha and I were at the Mall of America and Debbie was in Tucson. We had said if Carol (aka bat shit crazy, BSC for short) ever had to get rid of Happy to please let us know and I would take him. I didn’t know that BSC and the evil step sisters would take that to mean you have an hour from where ever you are to mobilize the troops.

But mobilize we did. Martha called her friend who loves cats and who lives in the vicinity AND made the comment—She just gets crazier and crazier. She went over and saved Happy from whatever fate they had in store. Now they can bring their yappy ass dogs to the apartment whenever they feel like it. (No, I’m not bitter—remember the title, it’s my blog and I can voice my opinion as I see fit)

Happy should be on an airplane this time next week. And for the fourth week in a row I’ll head back up to the cities and have some fun.

My cats have no idea how their lives are about to change.

I called Blane and his first words were Hell yeah, that cat’s a biter. Dave said he got a garbled message about Happy news and Carol and thought that she had died, but then decided that evil never dies so he listened to the message again.

We are going to need another cat box.