Knitting at work?

Shhhh... don't tell! I brought my knitting to work today. And I maybe did a row or two before the boss got here. And now I'm blogging too! Oh NO!

(because I'm way too busy knitting and blogging?)

Warning: Girl talk coming!

(You've been warned!)

For most of my life, well for like the past 30 years minus pregnancies, my cycle has been what I can only call "irregular". Extremely so. A little over a year ago, my old doctor put me on birth control to try to regulate it, but the birth control made me have two periods a month. So my new doctor took me off and told me no more until I quit smoking (the type of pill I need to be on to regulate things is really dangerous if you're over forty and smoke). This was actually one of the big drivers to quit smoking - so I could go back on the pill and fix my screwy cycle.

I started tracking it when I came off the pill, a pastime I haven't chosen to participate in since I was maybe fourteen, and guess what? It's fixed itself. Four months in a row - 29 days, 29 days, 28 days. I would say that's pretty regular. Which means I can accurately predict when I have PMS and warn everyone around me. And maybe save me AND them some unneeded heartache and drama!

Enough of that. Let's see what else is on my mind, shall we?

I am the occasional participant in a small walking group at work and I had to beg off this morning because of cramps. Yeah, I know, exercise helps them. But not when it hurts to stand up straight. Hell it hurts to sit in my chair. I slept for crap last night because I hurt (and because I'm a dramatic witch and did/said some stuff that I can't blame entirely on hormones and blah blah blah). So I'm grumpy,. but it's a healthy grumpy. Not that whole crazy in my head, I'm either going to cry or make you cry or both, should be institutionalized for three days PMS grumpy. Just normal grumpy.<

So when the guy who got promoted to replace my old boss the same time I got moved to a different team (so he was never my boss) sent me an email this morning telling me I'd done something wrong, I had to struggle not to cry. "Oh I screwed up!" (say it in a really whiny voice to hear how it sounded in my head). Then I got a little mad at him. Then I realized he's right - I didn't need to do what I did. Nothing got broken, nothing bad happened, I just did something I didn't need to do because I was making a major change to a production site with PMS so bad I wanted to tear my OWN head off.

I just can't stop talking about this, can I?

So! Tracking my cycle? It also means I can make sure I don't schedule production changes when I have PMS! It's like a double rainbow, isn't it?

Okay NOW no more talking about Aunt Flo. I have some other really important things to say:

1. Knitpicks Brava is the softest acrylic yarn I have ever felt in my life ever ever.
2. We're bottling beer tonight
3. We're also buying 10 Happy Meals to feed 3 kids and me. Figure out that math, mkay?

And how about another list? These are the things I like/the things that are making me happy today:

• The memory of waking up with my sore tummy pressed against his warm back
• The bling-i-fied Hello Kitty cover on my cell phone
• Finding out that today is breakfast buffet at work, food provided by the bosses
• The way his voice sounds on the phone
• Over easy eggs
• Knowing that if I get a little stressy today, my knitting is right there, under my desk. Even if I can't pull off knitting, I can at least molest the yarn.
• This song: