Cieslewicz won! It’s April! My bday is in 17 days! It’s almost Friday!
Damn, Gina! March just about flew by without being noticed. Countdown to bekeebirthday: 18 days.
1. Work semi-hard to make sure I don’t have to work sooperhard all week.
2. Go grocery shopping since we’ve put it off for 10 days.
3. Finish Bob’s hat (only a few inches to go).
4. Clean? Probably not. Maybe tomorrow.
I was lamenting to a friend last night how I wasn’t blogging so often because I just don’t have anything of import to say. He said that’s not the point of blogs, as far as he understood it. So here I go: This week has been pretty uneventful. A few things happened that aren’t to be made public. I bought a bike on Sunday and haven’t taken it for a ride yet. My first of two slippers are almost knit up. Bob’s hat is about 1/3 knit up. I find that Columbian flavored Steep ‘n Brew sticks to the inside of my grinder and it pisses me off. I’m all out of “it’s not just for hippies anymore” buttons and have to order some more bits, print some more out and wreck my hands making more because everyone loves them. The caf� manager made a personalized lunch special for me yesterday. Stir Fry with your choice of chicken or tofu and a vegetarian egg roll; it was pretty good. My lunch buddy is in Chicago on a photoshoot. That’s all, folks.
*read with a southern/countryboy accent*
Apparently, back in the good ol’ days, there were two proofs of whiskey; 100 and 86. So if someone was a lightweight or the barkeep didn’t like ’em, he’d give ’em the shitty stuff. And only the bartender knew the difference because they came in the same lookin’ bottle.
What’s the price for flight? I’m starting the bike-shopping endeavor. Luckily, Kurt’s wealth of knowledge will help me to not get swindled. I’m lookin’ for something that will get me around in the summertime to parks far away where I can sit under a tree and knit. I will soon be a blogging, knitting bicycler.
Tonight at 5 at the Capitol steps on the side facing State Street. More info here.
Move On and sign the Citizens’ Declaration.
“pardon my freedom”
this is why the concept behind freedom fries is ridiculous.
The cold just might finally be gone. This means I should get motivated to buy a bicycle. Though, biking around town isn’t as much fun as knitting, I can easily backpack the knitting supplies and bike to some far away park and sit in the shade of a huge tree. /Nice/.