You Can’t Always Get What You Want…

one of my dad’s most favorite songs… though rather drenched in irony, since the man bought himself virtually anything he DID want, and his famous quote was, “It’s better to have, than to want…”

Anyway, that’s my way of saying, “Yes, it would be lovely if I posted pictures of finished knits, or my friend Shelley’s absolutely adorable baby Kara, or the photo of me with the Yarn Harlot from Monday night, or even a post that was remotely interesting, but you aren’t necessarily going to get that today!”

Let’s see – all the photos are on the camera and need to be off-loaded. That’s probably not going to happen for a couple more days. Because then there’s the editing. Cropping, whatever. It takes time. And to quote my beloved 80’s duo, Hall & Oates, “I’m outta time….” Sure, I could skip playing sixteen games of Scramble a night, or stop reading all the bitching on Facebook about the new Packrat (omg, does it ever BLOW CHUNKS. I am keeping with the 80’s lingo, something has to be entertaining here.) I could also do some laundry, I could get some holiday shopping done, yes, I said holiday shopping, because this week is “Back in the Swing” week here in Kansas City, and it’s a pretty cool charity effort – participating shops give you 20% discount, and all the card proceeds go to services for breast cancer survivors here in KC.  But it’s only for a week, and I gotta get to using my card. We did get the discount on our pre-Harlot meal Monday night, which was nice. Hathaway Shoes, you’re in my scope & next on my list!

Plus I’m trying to take Friday off, so my time-space continuum has been short-sheeted! I’m just all very whack-a-mole, which, oddly enough, was used in an article to describe the financial crisis. I’m glad they’re finally boiling it down to terms we can all grasp.

So, I’ll keep plurking, and serving up rather banal, frenetic posts here and there, and then, there’ll be some pictures…and some ranting…. and some deep thoughts…. speaking of – best wishes to my friend Carmen and her trials & tribulations with her mom, we certainly missed her company on Monday. (You know how Dear Abby would always do that “Private to CG in KC” thing? Well, not-so-privately, Carmen, COME HOME. NO MORE RUNNING FOR THE BORDER, and you KNOW what I mean!)

And now, off to whack more moles.