It's been a bad week, but I promise I'll get better...

Last week, as you've read, I was in Seagraves at my Granny's. It was an okay visit. Mom and I spent the entire week together, and got along wonderfully. We laughed a lot. She got on my nerves once, on the way home, when she decided I needed a backseat driver.

I spend all of Thursday getting a pedicure, buying groceries for the boys for the week, having the oil changed, buying a few t-shirts, flip flops and a pair of shorts. Basically, getting ready for the trip. That night I did my laundry and packed. I didn't go to bed until 2am. Friday morning I woke up at 9 am, and left the house for Mom's in Fort Worth by 930am. She insisted I be at her house at that time. So, I get there, and she procrastinates for an hour. When we finally left her house, we stopped at the bank for Jackson Hewitt, then backtracked to Mansfield to go to Mom's bank. Someone had stolen her credit card number somehow, and was taking all her money. Luckily the bank caught it. After that, she wanted to go to Payless. The woman bought 3 pairs of shoes for herself, one pair of shoes and little purselet for me, then went to Ross and bought herself a purse. We were supposed to have lunch with Sandra at her Quiznos store in Weatherford, but Mom got dizzy, so we went to Cracker Barrel on the way out of town. By the time we left Arlington, it was already 130pm. LOL So, I pull into Sonic, get a Large Cranberry Iced Tea, and headed out of town.

We had decided not to stop at Sandra's, but changed our minds. When we got there, Sandra had her grandson with her. Conner is about 2 years old, and hilarious! He throws his voice like Pee Wee Herman. lol Anyway, we spend the next hour or so laughing at him. Sandra and Stewart were nice enough to give us sammies and chips for the road/dinner later on that night. Mom and I finally left Weatherford around 5pm....so I guess we stayed longer than an hour. LOL We made it to Tye, which is about half way between Arlington and Seagraves. Mom got hungry, and we were tired of driving so we went to the truck stop cafe. Mom got a Steak and I got a horrible french dip sandwich. We stayed there about an hour or so. It was just us, so we were taking our time, instead of racing the clock. After we left there, we made it to Sweetwater - an hour from Tye MAYBE. We then decided to get a hotel room and crash. This was FINE with me, because my pain was horrible by this time. When it gets that bad it's really hard to hide it. lol The room was comfortable enough, but when I tried to go to sleep, it felt like I had a huge knot on my left hamstring and I was teetering on it. Drove me nuts! Mom wanted to get some sleep, but we ended up staying up until 3, because she wanted me to read her cards. LOL She was freaking out over how accurate they were coming out. They were telling me stuff that I didn't know about my Mom, that's what freaked her out.

The next day we left Tye around noon, and was driving to Hobbs NM to stay the night and go to the casino before we headed to Granny's. On the way, we stopped in Seminole so I could see my Dad. He was acting strange. I still can't figure that one out. I was supposed to go see my grandmother in Hobbs, but we lost our money at the casino and decided to head on to Seagraves instead. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to make it back to Hobbs.

On Saturday, before we got to Hobbs, I'd received a ton of calls wondering about Brenda. Where was she? How is she? Is she okay? So, I called around, and eventually found her. Her phone was shut off for a few days....it is now on, THANK GAWD. After relaying the messages to her, she tells me about a particular incident that is ongoing with a person that I've been trying to tell her to stay away from. Finally she gets it!

Anyway, the rest of the week is a blur. Granny and Papa aren't doing well at all. Neither are Ma and Pa. Ma asked the same 3 questions 4 times each in a 30 minute period. Pa sang us 2 songs about dying. Papa has to wear a bib because he shakes and drools all over himself, and Granny is just a mess too. Granny and Papa begged me to stay. I just can't live there! I'm willing to care for them, but it has to be on my own terms...in MY town. There is Nothing in Seminole/Seagraves for a young person...or an old person for that matter! There are no jobs, very few people to be friends with, no entertainment, no decent grocery stores, crappy friggin doctors, the list goes on and on.... I promised Granny years ago I wouldn't let them put her in a nursing home, but I cannot live in Seagraves! It's not like Heath won't need me anymore after he graduates High School. Besides, this is where MY friends, MY family, MY home is. I sound selfish, I realize, but damn!

I finally got my pain under control just before we had to come home, so I was sure that it would be bad once I got home. Not so! Thank you God(dess)!!! I've been on edge since I got home. I freak when i cant find my cell phone. We're all just sitting around, waiting to get a phone call that one or two...or all...of them are gone. It's a sad way to live, but it was just that bad. I can't help but feel guilty, but I also can't take care of everyone either. Brenda got in my face last night, trying to make me understand that I'm not being petty and selfish about all this. It just still feels that way though. I'm trying really hard to live in the NOW, but with this situation, it's really really hard.

I promise I'll cheer up. LOL

I'm a petty person, but I'm human

I feel like I'm being totally childish, and completely petty. It's a feeling I want to shake, but it's too hard. For the past 15 years, my Mom and I have been dropping everything and running to Seagraves anytime my grandparents need us. They call, we run. I promised my Granny when I was about 5 years old I would always be there for her if she ever needed me. I'd always take care of her. I've stuck to that promise, because she and Papa have done so much for me. Here's where the pettiness comes in: My Papa's daughters haven't lifted a finger to help. One of them has had breast cancer, but not for 20 years - which is how long she's been away. The other one only comes around when she wants something, and last week informed my mother and me that she wishes her dad would just die. Her words were, "Being the horrible person that I am, I wish he would just give it up and die." I said, "I understand Dana, you want him to be able to die with some dignity." She says, "No, it's just his time, he needs to just die." WTF?!?!?!?! Papa has loaned her and her various husbands tons of money, and he's loaned my Mom money twice. Both times Mom paid him back in full plus interest. Dana and Paula do NOTHING. The last time Paula came to see him, other than last summer for a couple of hours, was in 1983!!! I try to tell myself that there are some issues there, plus come on! These women are 50/60 respectively. Get over it!! Papa is 94 years old, he's not going to be around much longer! So, last summer when Paula was there, he wrote her and Dana checks. Why? Their inheritance. He and Granny hadn't been paying the house insurance, but instead, putting the money in a checking account seperate from the other. He split that money between his daughters. apporx. $162k. I have no right to feel this way, but I'm hurt, in shock, and angry as hell. It's not my money, and I don't really even WANT money. It's the priniciple. He refuses to call them when he's sick. He cries when Mom or myself leaves, and barely looks their way when they leave. He begs Mom and me to stay. But, Dana and Paula, the lazy cows, do nothing and get rewarded. I am sooooo petty! Everyone keeps telling me I'm justified, but I feel horrible feeling this way. May it IS the money. Maybe I'm an awful person who feels entitled. I hope that's not true. I just keep thinking of my Mom and how she needs her bottom teeth fixed desperately, her car is old and needs a new transmission, she lives in a crappy rent house, Heath needs college money, I haven't had a car in 4 years, I need surgery worse than ever - and there Dana and Paula sit with $80k each, married to wealthy men, and want for nothing. They do nothing, and get rewarded. I'm childish, petty, judgemental, and pathetic, but It's not fair. My mother deserves better than that. I deserve better than that. They deserve next to nothing for their "efforts."

I can move my neck!

Yay! For the first time in 4 days, I can move my neck! Woo Hoo!!! LOL It made driving this morning easier. hehe

I'm gathering my things for my trip later this week. My Mom and I are going to Seagraves, in W.TX to visit my all 8 of my grandparents. That's right 8. lol All my grandparents are divorced and remarried. I'm looking forward to the trip. We are going down to deal with some stressful things involving the elderly, if you catch my drift. BUT, Mom and I will be going alone. No boys, no dogs, nothing. The only thing that would make it better is if Kohni were coming along, but she's got school. We're going to be gone about a week. I have 6 concerns about this trip. #1 Heath getting himself out the door to school. I was woke up this morning to him afraid I would kill him because he didn't get to school on his own - I had to take him. #2 Heath loosing his house key, and not being able to get in until Mike gets home from work. Even at that, Mike works late a lot, so he's going to be screwed. I'll give one to Brenda, so she can come let him in if she has too. #3 the guys won't cook while I'm gone, so they'll spend all my bill money on eating out. Of course, we're leaving on a Friday, so I'll just pay the bills on Thursday, and take some out for my trip. LOL Taco Bell stock will go up next week, just you watch. #4 The boys fight all the time. Scott is 23, almost 24, and Heath is 16. They argue over the most retarded crap. #5 Monster is my baby. Normally I would take him with me, but Mom and I have plans, that cannot involve a dog. I'm afraid the boys will get too rough with him, and kill him. Monster is an asshole. He screams, he whines, he growls, he weighs 2 1/2lbs!! He's got a major Napoleon complex. Scott and Monster usually do really well when I'm not home. So, maybe I'm just being paranoid. #6 The boys are really bad about not feeding Monster and Scully. They get plenty of food and water when I'm home, but I'm constantly having to yell at the boys to fill their water bowl, or give Scully some dog food. They get table scraps, and Mike is always feeding Scully. It's not really that big a problem. I am just paranoid, huh? They have to learn to get along without Mama Tasha though. I can't always be there to hold their hands.

I'm hoping I'll get a chance to read A New Earth. I've had the book for a month, I think. I've read maybe 20 pages of it, and it is wonderful! I've just not had the opportunity to give it proper attention, which is what I want to do. Maybe I'll just read it anyway, and reread it later. lol

Okay, medicine time, which means nap time. hehe

Being sick makes you think too deeply

First of all, I realize they are all sociopaths, so lets just make that clear. This weekend, I've been stuck in bed with this illness, whatever it is. There is, of course, nothing on TV. One could have a million channels, and there still wouldn't be anything on. Unless I want to watch UFO stuff, nazi stuff, or house flipping, there is nothing on. I tried to read, but my eyes have been burning, so that didn't work too well. I think after my cheek became sore from wiping the constant tear streaming from my right eye, I finally gave up trying to read. LOL A&E was the only channel today with anything of interest. So, in the last 48 hours, I've watch The Godfather pt. 2 twice. It's an excellent movie, so I'm not really complaining. After it was over tonight, The Sopranos came on. Now, I've always accepted mob films for what they are.....Mob Films. Nothing more. They are not romantic figures that one should strive be like. They are no Michael Jordan. You may wanna be like Mike, but lets hope you don't mean Mike Corleone. I've loved the Godfather films for as long as I can remember. I knew what "go to the matresses" and "sleeps with the fishes" meant when I was 5 years old. The culture of mob films has always been one that interested me. Not because I wanted to be a part of it, but because the mafia mind fascinates me. How does an entire group of sociopaths find one another, choose a veritable Emperor, and more or less run their own Roman type empire? I remember when I was a kid, and I wrecked my Grandmother's car. I felt such horrible guilt over it, I couldn't keep up my lie for more than 6 hours. That said, how can Paulie Walnuts not feel guilt over killing someone? I've always had a bit of fascination for the criminal mind. It's not something that I can explain, I just want to understand it. Abnormal psychology, I think is what it's called.

Looking at Tony Soprano as a man, and not a sociopath, caused me to question his maturity tonight. He needed to prove to his crew that he was still in charge, was not weak, and demanded their respect. What does he do? He picks the biggest, most muscular, hot headed, kid who respected him the most, and beat the crap out of him. He turned his ring around, and beat the crap out of him. To show his status as alpha male. I rolled my eyes, and changed the channel.

When I was watching The Godfather 2, Frank Pentangeli slits his wrists in the bathtub. It was a matter of honor. I don't know what is so honorable about killing yourself, but whatever. Now, my question is, although these people are mobsters, they are still catholic, and hold true to their faith. They commit every sin there is, but they hold true to their religion. However, when Pentangeli suggests to Tom Hagen that he slit his wrists in order to ensure his family be taken care of, is he not afraid of hell? It is a major theme in Catholicism that if one commits suicide, they go to hell. I realize that these men do not fear death, or the consequences of their actions. They are, as I said, sociopaths. But, a mans religion generally trumps everything else. I read the Godfather book a million years ago when Bill Savage and I used to hang out at the library after school. I can't remember if anything like that happened in the book, and what Mario Puzo wrote about it. Probably nothing, because I'm nit picking. lol

I get on the computer with the intention of catching up on my Beyond Reality Radio shows, but always end up listening to Martini in the Morning. It's the best radio station ever. I remember living in Seminole, and on Friday and Saturday nights, on AM radio, you could pick up a radio station that played this kid of music. Sinatra, Martin, Fitzgerald, Clooney, Krall, Buble, Connick, Monheit, etc.... there's nothing better! Of course, that station faded in and out constantly. It annoyed me, but I loved it. When I found this station, I almost peed my pants in excitement. HAHA www.martiniinthemorning.com

I have found myself thinking back to the days that my life was more simple. I'm not going to start a long blog like David Copperfield, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...." BLECH! Nope, I'm just thinking about how things used to be. Suddenly I realize that life is always complicated. There was never a time when it was simple. Not really. What prompted this thought? I was listening to NPR, when suddenly it shuts off, and Melody Gardot's song "Sweet Memory" came on. I thought, "What the frig?!" Then the thoughts came. When I was little, we lived in NM. At first we were in town, on the Carlsbad highway. I remember the small trailer house we lived in. We lived on the corner to the entrance of the trailer park, just off the highway. Across the highway was one of the bowling alley's and the Moose Lodge that my Great Uncle Jim belonged too. Next door to us was Gus and Byra Backus. My "godparents." He was part of the group The Del Vikings back in the 50s. They did the song "Come Go With Me." It's funny how alcohol and wars can take you from stardom, to living in a trailer park in South Eastern New Mexico. Gus and Byra were so much fun. Byra and I had our differences, but we were both strong willed creatures. lol When we moved to Seminole, TX, Gus and Byra were contacted by an entertainment company in Germany. Now, what I've failed to mention here, is that when Gus was in the war, he was sent to Germany. While there, he married, and started a huge singing and acting career. I never knew just how big he really was until I ran across some videos of him on Youtube, and other websites. Gus was voted the one star of yesterday that people wanted to bring back - in Germany. So, they found him NM. He and Byra moved to Germany most of the year, did appearances, traveled, did tours, etc... The rest of the year came back to the US and lived in a travel trailer to be near their kids. I remember sitting in his lap, at his piano, and him wildly playing whatever song came to mind, singing, and thrashing me around. I loved him to much. He was my favorite playmate. LOL Gus has always been bigger than life. When I found the sites about him on the internet, I had one of them translated. It said Byra had died of complications of diabetes. She'd had it as long as I can remember. Gus is remarried to his first love now. I hope he's happy. We all miss them.

Isn't it funny how a song triggers memories? It doesn't mean that it has a lot of meaning to you though. I know people who claim that almost every song known to man has some sort of special meaning to them. It almost negates the meaning of the song it self, or even what it means to *you/me.* On the other hand, it is a great gift that someone has given others that can carry such meaning. Maybe I'm just petty. LOL The choice of songs that people make to have significant meaning to them is fascinating as well. It doesn't have to be some dramatic, earth shattering, epic song. Personally, the Oak Ridge Boys song "Elvira" has way more meaning to me than Celine Dion's "My Heart Will Go On." My mother used to sing "Elvira" to me and do the really deep bass parts. It was hilarious! I don't want to hear you heart go on and on and on and on and on....... However, when someone says to me, "When you meet someone that is your soul mate, you will understand the song more." WTF?! I understand the song fine! Even if I were to meet my soulmate, I don't think that my choice in annoying songs would change. We change when we meet people, but not THAT drastically! LOL Maybe I'm naieve. Or Maybe I'm right.

Speaking of music.....
Right now, I have two favorite songs: "Wasted" and "So Small" by Carried Underwood. "Wasted" is plain and straight forward. Let's take a look at it.....


Standing at the back door
She tried to make it fast
One tear hit the hard wood
It fell like broken glass
She said sometimes love slips away
And you just can't get it back
Let's face it

For one split second
She almost turned around
But that would be like pouring rain drops
Back into a cloud
So she took another step and said
I see the way out and I'm gonna' take it

I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted

Another glass of whisky but it still don't kill the pain
So he stumbles to the sink and pours it down the drain
He says it's time to be a man and stop living for yesterday
Gotta face it.

Cause' I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted

Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time
Wasted

She kept drivin' along
Till the moon and the sun were floating side-by-side
He looked in the mirror and his eyes were clear
For the first time in a while

Hey, yeah,
Oh, I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted

Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time
Wasted

Oh, I don't wanna' spend my life jaded
Waiting to wake up one day and find
That I've let all these years go by
Wasted

Yeah, yeah
Oh I don't wanna' keep on wishing, missing
The still of the morning, the color of the night
I ain't spending no more time
Wasted

What more is there to say? I just know when I first heard this song, and really listened to it, I decided that no matter what my pain is like, I cannot let time be wasted any longer. This HAS meaning to me. Not every song on the radio. LOL

"So Small" talks about something I'm always having to remind people about. It is about how I try to live my life. Although, I can/do fall prey to the occasional panic or stressfilled outburst, I try to live with the knowledge that in the greater scheme of things, *it's* just not that big.

Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1]
What you got if you ain't got love
the kind that you just want to give away
It's okay to open up
go ahead and let the light shine through
I know it's hard on a rainy day
you want to shut the world out and just be left alone
But don't run out on your faith

[Chorus]
'Cause sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand
What you've been up there searching for
forever is in your hands
When you figure out love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
seem so small

[Verse 2]
It's so easy to get lost inside
a problem that seems so big at the time
it's like a river thats so wide
it swallows you whole
While you sit around thinking about what you can't change
and worrying about all the wrong things
time's flying by
moving so fast
you better make it count 'cause you can't get it back

[Chorus]
Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand
What you've been up there searching for
forever is in your hands
When you figure out love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Seem so small

Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand
What you've been up there searching for
forever is in your hands
When you figure out love is all that matters after all
It sure makes everything else
Oh it sure makes everything else
Seem so small

Yeah, Yeah

A lesson we should all learn....

Enh

Today is a blah day. Yesterday I woke up to my left side, from my collar bone down to my knee, killing me. I had to pick up my Boob to BREATHE! It was so irritating! Today i can breathe without the assistance of a crane, but I have knots all down the left side of my neck and shoulder. Oh well, who doesn't have problems, eh?

Last night I was about to log onto AIM when my phone rings, and it's my Granny. She talked for 3 hours, and 45 minutes! At the end of the conversation she says, "Good Gawd Tasha! You've kept me on the phone almost 4 hours!" *I* kept her on the phone?? WTF? LOL Crazy ole thing!

I'm wishing I had Friday Night Lights TV on DVD. I'd love to sit in my room tonight and watch Tim Riggins drink himself into a stupor, Seracen miss Carlotta, Julie piss and moan incessantly, and Coach and Tami crack me up. One dynamic I wish they would have explored a little more was Riggins living with Coach and his family. Between the tornado, the ping pong ball situation, and the girls staring at Tim without a shirt, it was really funny/interesting.

I'm in love with Sonic. The fast food joint, not the hedgehog. LOL I LOVE to go there between 2 and 4pm. They have 1/2 price drinks and slushes. Large Coke with extra Ice. MMMMMMM
I know a lot of people who don't want ice in their drinks at all. I used to be that way. But, after I turned 27, I suddenly find myself hot. Not H.O.T., but hot. Burning up, hot. My internal thermostat is broke. lol



I'm gonna go find something to watch....probably LOTR.

Tootles Poddle!

It was a Stormy night in North Central Texas

She sat in front of her computer working on her blog, listening to the wind and wondering how much she would get out of the renters insurance if the house blew to Oz. Do they even have a Farmers Insurance in Oz? Making sure she knew where her shoes were, and trying to calculate the time it would take to make it to Heath's room, wake him up, and hide in the event of a tornado, the lights went out. She thought back to the summer she spent 4 days without electricity, and constant rain. At the time, it seemed like a bit of hell, but in truth it was kind of fun. Not that she'd want to do that again. At least she knew they would make it. Besides, the boys have spent years contemplating what they would do, how they would survive if Zombies attacked. A few days without electricity would be nothing compared to that - they were prepared!

the fanny part of the electricity going out, was what happened when it came back on. The TV makes a loud popping noise, there's a flash of light blazing across the screen, and what do you hear? Spike from South Park saying, "Donkey Raping Shit Eater!" WOW!!! As vulgar as it was, it was just as funny.

Squall. What is a squall? A squall is a sudden, sharp increase in wind speed which usually is associated with active weather, such as rain showers, thunderstorms, or heavy snow. Squalls refer to an increase in the sustained winds over a short time interval, as there may be higher gusts during a squall event. It also says that it is the action of making high pitched, whiney noises. So, it is reasonable to say that females in Anime's are typified by their squall. HAHA! I love words. This is on my top list.

What is the deal with Law and Order? I'll admit I'm totally into L&O, especially SVU. I like Mariska Hargitay. She's a great actress, and seems like one of the few actresses who is normal. Which probably means she's a raving lunatic! HAHA I like the guy that plays her partner Elliot, as well. Ice Tea, Ice Cube, Ice Tray...whatever his name is, isn't a bad actor either! I've always like the guys that play the chief and Munch. They're both great character actors. Munch is definitely a character! L&O is on almost every channel. It's ridiculous. What's worse though, is CSI. I used to LOVE the Las Vegas one, but I'm totally into Miami. The New York show thrilled me, because I love Gary Sinise and Melina Kinakaredes (I probably just mutilated the spelling of her name LOL). I can't get into NY!! I think I've watched 2 episodes, but only because they involved the Miami show. LOL I'm totally into Horatio. He's not hot or anything, I just think he's kewl. I like his shades. A&E has this whole ad thing with "Horatio and his Shades." It cracked me up the first time I saw it, because my favorite part of a CSI Miami is the begining with Horatio and his shades. LOL

Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a paranormal freak. Ghost Hunters, on Sci-fi, is my favorite team. I like how they believe in ghosts, but go into a suspected haunting case to debunk it. They try to prove or disprove a haunting based on science. What I really like about them is that they use the word "Paranormal" in the way that it is meant. Paranormal does not mean ghost. What it means is that it is not of the obvious norm. Para Normal, Super Natural. These are things that we jsut don't know about YET. Look at it this way: If you were to go back into time, and take an ipod with you. A person of that era might look at you like you were a witch, because you were able to produce music or a video in your hand. What's supernatural or paranormal about that? I mean other than the whole time travel thing. LOL Nothing! It is just a technology, or knowledge, that man of that century has yet to obtain. Do I believe in ghosts, demons, angels, fairies, leprechans, all things mystical? Sure I do! I also believe in Aliens. Maybe I'm completely bonkers. Maybe I'm not. What matters though, is that I have an open mind. I'm not going to look at a fire fly in a photograph and automatically assume that it is a fairy captured on film. Nor am I going to see a friggin' orb in a photo and assume that it is a ghost! Most of all though, my beliefs and the wonky construct of my mind, allows me the freedom to openly admit that I believe, and so, not to run screaming like a little girl when something Para or Super happens. Not every haunting is a haunting. Not every haunting ISN'T a haunting either.

First Entry

Why did I create this blog?? Well, to be honest. I have no idea. I'm not exactly good at keeping my Myspace blog up to date. I think I'll just pretend to be mysterious, and use the Myspace site as my Public persona, and use this one as my private, more intimate blog. People want to know EVERYTHING about me, I know. hehe Seriously, I'm surprised that People magazine hasn't written an article about the most interesting person in the World Wide Web! I'm so full of shit, huh??

I'll warn you now, I tend to get off on tangents about things, and that includes my likes and dislikes. They are things that become personal to me. Some find this aspect of my weirdness bothersome. HAHA Wankers!

I'm trying this new, improved, more positive attitude of gratitude thing. It's working out wonderfully! Although things are still not the greatest right now, they are looking up. I'm also noticing that either people are becoming more and more insane, or I'm just not oblivious to that fact. LOL Either way, it's comical and frustrating at the same time.

I will bounce from topic to topic. Mostly, whatever I'm into in that moment. LOL I'm a Pop Culture Whore, a slave to it really. World of Warcraft and Lord of the Rings Online are past-times. People say I need a hobby like wood working or crafting instead of MMORPG's. I get to create magical objects, kill monsters, collect trinkets, save the world, why would I want to knit a dog shirt that Monster won't wear??? Besides, this hobby costs me $15/mo., and crafting is way more expensive! See what I mean?? Tangent!!