smart-sane's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On Pins and Lost Needles Watching: Brad Pitt Heinkein Commercial. I would really love to tell you how my weekend went but all I can tell you right now is that I lost a knitting needle! Stop the presses! Everything was fine. I was at Erins, watching the Superbowl rooting for Tom Brady - I mean the Pats and knitting furiously (what? I'm the ultimate girl/boy combination) and everything was fine. Around 11 I packed up to leave (gotta get home early, what with the job and the bills and the needing of the sleep desparately) and rolled my scarf around the needles and the skein and left. When I got home I unrolled the scarf to show my mom the amazing progress (or not-so amazing, seriously this last scarf of the winter is taking me forever, winter 2005-06 will be here by the time I'm done) and then headed upstairs only to realize that I had one needle, not two. Which means if the other cannot be located in the next 24 hours I'll be back at JoAnns buying another set of knitting sticks, delaying the finishing of this scarf another 3 months or so. Sigh. You should've seen me too, my reaction to losing the needle, the third most important thing I've lost THIS WEEKEND. I'm totally going mental you guys. Not to mention I could barely fall asleep for trying to retrace my steps. And you know how badly you want to do something the moment you realize you can't do it. Cold sweats might have been involved. And a crazy text message to Erin at 12:30 in the morning asking in desperation if I maybe left it there and all my memories were just lies. Please let that be it. But besides that, the Superbowl was great. Actually, even though it was a close game, it was kind of a snoozer. The only exciting thing that happened was when Tom Brady took his helmet off and did that deep stare that he does with his furrowed brows. Sigh, hello cutie. I told you the cuteness would prevail; I was also the only in the room rooting for the Pats, so that was good. Vindication and all that. I'm telling this weekend backwards, but anyway. Saturday night was a redemption of sorts, for the boys, anyway. What with me being president of the She-man Men Haters Club at the moment, I was looking forward to a relaxing evening with the girls and The Wedding Date. But when it came right down to it, I didn't want to drive anywhere. I tried to call them to see if they could swing out of their way to come pick me up, but they had already left, so I was stuck. Anyway the boys came to pick me up on the way to go play some pool at Luckys. We didn't end up playing and pool (Jordan hurry up and turn 21!) but we did go to Buffalo Wild Wings. And I had fun. And I was relaxed, not in hater mode. And RyanHall got accepted to MTS School! And I didn't have to pay for anything. Anyway it wasn't what I was expecting (is it bad to say you're expecting to not have a good time? I mean that in the nicest possible way) but anyway I had a great time. Jon, Jason? You're alright by me. So maybe I'm not a hater of all males indiscriminate of who you are. Just the ones that act like punks, jerks, or little drama-queens on a regular basis. And I think I'm entitled to that. Okay now for the highlight of the weekend. Friday night! Stich n' Bitch at Sweet Waters! Well that wasn't the actual name of it (that's on Monday nights) but it was such a great time, 6 of us girls drinking exotic teas and coffees, trading music and knitting up a storm (except not for me because did I mention this scarf is going to take forever for obviously cosmic reasons?). It was such a relaxing evening and if I had a coffee/tea house in my house, exactly what I would do every evening. Dan G wasn't even working that night (the whole reason we chose Sweet Waters) but it was so worth the excursion out. Read about some of the crazier stuff on Hills site. Somewhere in there I went out in service on a Saturday (Crazy! Unheard of!) and attempted to speak some french. On the expensive side of the weekend, I lost my mouth splint or whatever the heck you call that thing that kept me from getting massive TMJ headaches, so expect much complaining about that (I'm out a good $800 on that one). And all my issues about being abandoned, replaced or schemed against? Yea, I'm just gonna leave that alone for now, because it was a good weekend, despite my paranoid tendencies. Quoting: Hills on Friday night. 10:01 a.m. - 02-07-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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