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It's getting cold enough outside again that even sitting on the couch, I can feel the cold coming in from around the window and from the plaster walls that don't have great insulation because the house was built in 1930.

Time for my annual love letter, written in conversation hearts, to "Rock Star Cutie."

Love swimming, hate wearing my contacts.

I sometimes enjoy being tall, but shopping for clothes is NEVER one of those times. Those cute short dresses? Yeah, I can't wear them. They are TOO short on me. If I drop anything, it has to stay on the floor or everyone sees everything.

I laugh, but I truly am the ghost of this house. I wander the halls at night. Things are moved as everyone sleeps. The dog is the only one who sees me.

I love knitting scarves, but they are a labor of love only eclipsed by knitting blankets. This scarf I'm working on is a fun pattern with nice self-striping yarn, but I'm only halfway done. It is going to be huge. I sincerely hope the scarf is enjoyed.

Not sorry, but I don't care for avocado and cucumber, so I will pick them out of my grocery store sushi. I make a mess, but I'm a happy Owl eating my tuna roll the way I wanted it from the start.

We're back! Tuesday means BALLET!

I am stuck in the anxious destructive comfort pattern again. Not bad, just looks weird. It's hard to stop, I've been trying to stop all my life. The only thing that lets me heal the damage is doing my nails. So I guess that's one of the things I am doing today.

Update on the snow and injured kiddo: I go into the office tomorrow (finally). It was nice to be off today so I could take oldest to the doctor. Yes, she broke her hand, spiral fracture of the bone in the middle of her hand. Kiddos are off school for a third day in a row tomorrow.

A snowy Owl out in the wild!

Happy birthday @tinytuba42.bsky.social! Sending all the awesome vibes for an amazing year! 💖🎂🥳

We're in our "snow-pocalypse"/"polar vortex" combination right now. Chipped the ice off my car twice today, kiddos played in the snow with school friends down the street, took a very excited pup for a walk in the snow, and had the "warm up with food and hot cocoa" house.

You know you're in the right profession when learning about a new feature makes you say, "Oh, that's sexy!" to yourself. 🤭 I'm such a nerd. And I adore my profession.

Knitting while I watch training videos to brush up on my software skills before the big first day on Monday.

Looking at my curls today. Remembering, once again, why I buzz the under layer short. Thinking about how my mom doesn't like that style. It's my hair, and the top stays curly while the bottom goes flat by the end of the day. She has straight hair and doesn't understand curl wash cycles and care.

Realization: Christmas magic is just that, magic. Because: Who buys the gifts? Mom Who wraps the gifts? Mom Who decorates? Bakes? Cooks? Mom Who takes the photos and videos? Mom Who is the true ghost of Christmas because everyone is too busy enjoying the holiday to make sure everyone is there? Mom

Happiest crimmus everyone! 🎄🎉

Bought most of the presents, as usual. Including my own, as usual. Wrapped all the presents (including my own), put up the decorations, and will be baking the cookies. I make 99.9% of the holiday magic happen. Take care of me, too. Please? Make holiday magic for me, too. Won't happen.

It's funny how the kiddos think I get candy canes for them. Those are for me, I allow you to have some.

Princess Maggie has a new job/command called "help sleep," where all she has to do is snuggle with one of the girls until they are both asleep. It has become her favorite job. Some nights, she does her job well enough that she can help BOTH girls go to sleep.

"Mama, can I wear your TWRP shirt with them on the bus for favorite band day at school?" Sure kiddo. It'll be a dress on you, though. "I don't care, I want it to be a dress." Thanks @twrpband.bsky.social and @escherbug.bsky.social!

Grumbling and arguing with my body today. Seeing pup has stolen his blanket and declared it her own: "puppy girl?! why did you steal the blanket?" Pup: [*sad eyes*] [*snuggles deeper into her warm blanket nest*]

Oh yeah! I didn't post it here. I GOT A JOB OFFER LAST WEEK AND ACCEPTED IT! NEW JOB STARTS IN THE NEW YEAR!

While I have a few weeks left before starting my new job, I will attempt to catch up on knitting, wooble all the woobles (crochet), and work on the soap shop (paperwork and inventory). Today, I wooble because I have a mountain of laundry to conquer. (Laundry room=my office)

Today's "what the heck?!" moment. Yes, that is an unopened gallon, and it DID leak...out the bottom...next to a cardboard box of books for babies that was pulled from the kiddos' shelves.

So...out of...shape. Ran forgotten violin to kiddo's school. Like actual run. (as much as I am able anymore) Uphill. (just one way) We live that close to the school.

The running around screeching in excitement continues as I prepare to accept the job offer I got yesterday.

Your kids are old enough to fall asleep by themselves. Yes, they are. But things like stopping thumb sucking, making sure kiddos ACTUALLY sleep (not work on art projects or read), aside, it helps to listen as they talk, let them unwind. Or your 11 year old asks to hold your hand to fall asleep.

Trying to find a way to get my soaps from "I give these away to friends and family" to "I sell these and it is a reasonable little business." I think marketing 4 or 5 of the easy and popular soaps to one or two local shops might be a good idea. But which soaps? www.etsy.com/shop/Unicorn...

I see ads for things that are cool, and I think, "I want that." BUT, since I am without employment at the moment, I REALLY have to stop and think about it. Which makes me realize, "I wouldn't use it enough to justify getting it, no matter how cool it is." Unless it is concert tickets.

Today has been: attempting to do anything requiring spoons with a very sick kiddo.

Finally grabbed a handful of spoons to put the Christmas stuff out. The kiddos like to decorate the tree with the shatterproof ornaments I got a few years ago when the "I don't want the extra emotional load of Christmas decorating/putting it away again" first hit.

The chocolate chip pumpkin bread I will be taking to the brunch with the gift exchange. I love an excuse to bake.

Ever since the first gift exchange/present steal I participated in, I have lived by the philosophy of don't give a gift you don't want to have. I present this year's offering: these adorable loafs.

The frustration of oldest kiddo having homework and insisting that grades don't matter. Oh my sweet summer child, I am 20 years out of college and having to submit sealed transcripts from all the schools I attended, GRADES MATTER.

I have reached the point in life where people requesting to be friends on faceybook either makes me uncomfortable or wonder how the heck do I know this person. No, I will not share my faceybook info. If you have met this me irl, as Picc NightOwl is where I am online.

Hi. I'm new here. [*shy and awkward wave*]