Ashe Wednesday

Thank goodness that’s over. Just kidding. I am, however, pretty happy about the weekend coming up. Kurt’s bday is this Monday and I’ve taken the day off (paid!!!) to spend with him. We’re going out for dinner at the Tornado Club (as we did for Valentine’s Weekend) and I can’t wait because it was absolutely scrumptious. The extra weekend day also lends itself to more knitting! I finished the bulk of Joe’s hat last night and just need to get my ass to the craft store to get some white yarn for the embroidery. You know photos will arrive shortly.

back to the grind

It appears that I missed very little in my respite. I imagined that was the case. Thankfully there were no piles of paper or emails to weed through this morning. Luckily for hatless friends, my knitting took off full blast and a standard cap was nearly completed in 2 days. Pictures of the last three knitprojects are soon to come.

Say Ahhhh

Thankfully, my tonsils are not white, my throat is not red, and my lungs are working slightly better today. Though, my eyes would rather squint than do anything else. It’s too bad I’m not fond of tea; everyone is suggesting of it. I still like my coffee. Is that wrong?

sick time

it’s almost as if my body is like, “well, now you got sick time! use it!” i am. the couch is all mine.


I have not been sick with anything for over 5 years. This weekend marks the first time I’ve been able to truely call in sick to work. Guess what? I couldn’t call in sick because I have a terribly important meeting to attend from 11 to 1. Guess who’s going home at 1? I have Vitamin C Halls, packets of honey, orange juice and the coffee that will cover up the fact that I’m extremely exhausted.

Cynical Saturday

Everything that I’m presented with so far today has made me question if there really are any intelligent people left. Saturday is a bad day for the grocery store.


friday five.
1. What is your favorite type of literature to read (magazine, newspaper, novels, nonfiction, poetry, etc.)?
i like satirical news and local free-press.
2. What is your favorite novel?
a book that i’ve read over and over and over again, with the spine of an old man and pages falling out, is James and the Giant Peach.
3. Do you have a favorite poem? (Share it!)
with a complementary tattoo to match:

Hug o’ War
I will not play at Tug o’ War
I’d rather play at Hug o’ War,
Where everyone hugs instead of tugs
Where everyone giggles and rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses and everyone grins
And everyone cuddles and everyone wins.

4. What is one thing you’ve always wanted to read, or wish you had more time to read?
the bible. ferreals. i’d like to understand it better.
5. What are you currently reading?
i’ve got a book about the guy who invented the first computer which is 1/4 done, and the new WiReD sitting on the coffeetable waiting to be read.

And so it starts

Our lease is from Aug 15 to Aug 14. We were asked to re-sign (if we had planned on it) or not re-sign our lease by Jan 15 of this year. How does /anyone/ think 8 months in advance in regards to living spaces? Unless, of course, you own. So, today is the first of hopefully not too many “showings” of our apartment. I think it’s creepy. I mean, strangers and some rental agency guy who doesn’t know us are traipsing through the house.. looking at our things, seeing how it’s (poorly) arranged (because there is room for nothing). I’m hoping the lack of a utility closet won’t deter them from signing right away. I mean, our mops, brooms, ironing board and vaccuums are scattered throughout the living space in such a way that it either looks like we clean every day, or there just isn’t anywhere to put them when they’re not in use. The second scenario is more accurate.
This brings me to my point of excitement to move. Not to actually move, but to relocate to a place that I believe Kurt and I will be at for a long time. We’ll have a dining room! I am so excited. Also, since we’re friends with the homeowner, he’s allowing me to construct a full-on floor to ceiling bookshelf in said dining room. He’s got one in his flat already, so I’ll have a plan to go by. But, really, I hate moving.


It seems like everyone is just kinda “blah” lately. I’m attributing it to the mid-febblues. I finally brought lunch today. After spending $4.25 on a sourdough baguette with hummus and roasted red peppers yesterday, I’ve decided that my boycott needs more stringent sticking-to. I’m such a snot. I’m going to a baby shower this weekend and want to think of something cute and nice to give to the mom-to-be. Something not child related.. more like something for her. Lucky for me, she just took up knitting. :)