There's no knitting content today, but I had to post. Honestly, knitting content maybe lacking on my end for the next couple of days. I've been working on Ripple so much that I'm seasick. I almost threw up on it last night during House. I guess that would really test the durability of acrylic.
Just because I'm 30, doesn't mean that you can flit around your Big Sister duties. Today you can try out Duty #3 (sit, listen, and say "Yep. That sucks."). The post isn't pretty. I'm not going to discuss religious beliefs or theories. I just want to talk about a story that Mom used to tell us. Remember this is how our Mom told us the story, someday we'll tell you a parable involving a 2x4 and boobies. That will give some insight into our upbring.
I'm going way back to Adam, Eve & that damn Snake. Once the apple core was tossed on the ground, God was mad and gave us sin. And then to really punish Eve, he gave her and all her daughters painful childbirth. Here's why I pissed today. Why did we get screwed on so many other levels? We could glance over the skewed pay-scale or the mysterious & unfashionable female mustache (how come you only notice it in a Target dressing room? how long have I been walking around with a 5 o'clock shadow?). But I'm really pissed that we're also blessed with a Period. Isn't childbirth enough? Even with an epidural, it isn't how I want to spend my Fridays.
I hate periods! They're always a horrible Houseguest! But then when they're late a couple days, it's even worse. You start to think, "Maybe her flight got in late?" Then it's been a week and there's no call. Two weeks & you get worried. So you start making calls and visiting experts. "No Ms. Lola. No baby's coming, but don't worry your Houseguest will just show up." Just show up? I've got to keep a room ready & just expect her to pop in?! I hate surprise visitors, I like somewhat of a schedule. The last time I wanted a Houseguest was when I was 16. Mom told me that if I hadn't started by my birthday, we would have to see a doctor. Imagine my attitude when I drove home and told the family, "I'm a woman now!" So today, I'm really mad at Eve! At least the Snake could have tempted her with a lemon. That would have made for a nicer story. So pretty, but yet so bitter. Sorry. Obviously my hormones are fucked. I'll go back to crocheting the blanket. Hell, maybe it's crocheting and the hook's fault.
p.s. I promise to show some fiber content later. Maybe some Lizard Ridge shots. Who knows, maybe I'll knit up a uterus.