I'm a Freak (Plus a link to check out)

FOCUS:
I wish I could have that stamped on my brain. Thanks to those who commented recently. I'm thinking the funk has got to be contagious, but I guess I can blame menopause, too. Plus, I am a freak. My husband says I am to blame for many of my problems. Isn't there a book out there called "Women who do too much?" Dude, seriously, I can't stop doing stuff. I just finished up my latest college class, just in time so I could get involved with my town's council. I helped get our new mayor elected (by working on his campaign with many other fine local folks) And he says he would love to have me more involved and thinks I could do a good job for the town. I have been invited to join one of the committees forming. I held off until my class was finished, but I am attending my second boro council meeting tonight and I suppose I will be making a commitment.

Like I don't already have enough to do?

Plus, someone in town was posting pictures of yarn bombing on Facebook.
http://www.buzzfeed.com/melismashable/25-amazing-yarn-bombs
Everyone got so jazzed up about this that it was decided to have a yarn bombing day in Frenchtown. There was a "learn to crochet" party at a local residence, so naturally I want to do it.  Unfortunately, I'm not picking up crocheting naturally. I've been trying to do it in my spare time (not much this week) and I believe that I have become competent at the basic chain stitch. I was cursing myself last night and my husband remarked that I did not need to do this. But I can not imagine this happening in my town and me not being involved! Yarn bombing day is June 8 after dark. The idea is to have the town wake up to everything yarn-bombed. Well, Joe and I are leaving early am on the 9th to travel to West Virginia so I can watch him scream his motorcycle around a race track at 150 miles per hour. So, I guess I can provide the effort with some half-assed granny squares. I don't have to do everything, but I need to do that because he will be very hurt if I don't. I think it has something to do with him agreeing to stop at every cemetery we have ever come across while driving on vacation so I can take pictures of it.I think it is called payback.