Word of the Day: velar Old couples are so awesome. I can't wait to be old and cute, snuggling with old JD. Awwww. I was highly entertained with the Super Bowl commercials yesterday. My favorites: the MacGyver MasterCard commercial [because I heart Richard Dean Anderson], 'Addicted to Lost' [because it was freakin awesome], and the 'I'm going to Disney World' one and Harrison Ford's rendition of 'Oh, The Places You Will Go' [that's a tie because I don't know which one was cuter]. I barely watched the game because I was knitting the Zen a bag, but that was totally not a Steeler's touchdown. Bastard refs, everyone's against the Seahawks. I don't know where that came from. I don't even like football. Knitting's starting to make me mad. Nothing I do looks the way it's supposed to look, and I know it gets better with practice, but it's still frusterating when I try so hard and it still looks like crap. I used to be patient, this wouldn't have bothered me. But something happened and now I can't stand anything that takes too long. I think there's something wrong with me. And it's not just knitting, either. I'm impatient with Patrick and JD, I'm impatient at work, I'm impatient at restaurants and stores. I wish there really was a chill pill I could take so I could just calm the fuck down about life. My first completed knitting project is at Hobby Lobby with JD. I made all sorts of little swatches for JD to pick from, and I made him his little bag. I told him he'd have a billion eventually, all different stitches and colors and patterns. It gives me good practice. And it's kind of fun, as well. I want to make sweaters and stuff, but, I have to keep reminding myself, I have to start off small. So I'll make a billion bags for the Zen and then start doing something else. In ten days my little boy will be one year old. JD told me the other day, 'Babe, we made a baby, and it's still alive!' My sentiments exactly. I watch Patrick walking around and I just can't believe he's the same little squeaky, wrinkly, squinty thing we brought home from the hospital, helpless as can be. How does that happen? How did he learn that I'm Mommy and JD's Daddy. I know he knows it though he can't say it. How did he learn to laugh? I love my family so much. I always knew it would be like this, how I feel right now. I hate life. Life as in health care and car payments and work clothes. I hate money. It's the bane of my existence and why I'm so unhappy sometimes. That's it. * I just proofread my entry, and man was it bad. But it's more better now. Right? PS. Each of us is getting $100 for ourselves from our income tax [the rest is going to Elenor], so I'm looking for a watch for myself. It's a choice between this one and this one. I really love the second one but I don't know how I feel about the streatchy band [it reminds me of my dad and I don't know if I can reconcile myself with that], and I like the block feel of the first one, but the band is rubber. Help!