I am so stinkin’ proud of myself!

Ok, I might be back now. I got a little sidetracked. Imagine that.

I just added a page counter. I love comments. I don’t have a lot of comments. I must get my love somewhere, people, and if I have to engage a hit counter to prove your love, that’s exactly what I will do. That was an unabashed plea for some comment love right then, folks. ;)

I went to Joyce Meyer’s Women’s Conference and I had an incredible time. Loved it. Loved. It. My phenomenal friend The Godsister paid for my part of the trip; the ticket, the gas, the hotel room and then bought me an Everyday Life Bible to boot! I wish there were words to convey how much I deeply appreciated her and her hubby doing that for me. What an incredible blessing.

I’m sick again. I think I might be in the homestretch because I’m not running a fever anymore. Let me tell you how bad it is… I haven’t smoked since Friday night. Yeah, that bad. I spent the whole weekend coughing and sweating. You know the kind of deep hacky cough that comes from your toes and you make sure to do a Kegel before the cough commences? Yeah, ladies, you know what I’m talking about. For you men out there — here’s the drill… 1- Kegel, 2- cough, and 3- thank God you didn’t piddle a little. Thank you for visiting The Temple of *TMI, please drive through. At least it wasn’t as bad as a feminine hygiene product commercial.

Friday night we went for dinner and music at The Fifth Gear Bar & Grill where we enjoyed fantastic greasy fried stuff bar food and listened/danced/partied to Strangely Familiar. What a blast! I got Nanner a lime green photo album, some stickers to decorate it with, and $25 gift card to get prints to put in it.

I not only got behind in my blogging, I also got behind in keeping up with blogs I check with Google Reader. GR says I still have 114 unread entries and I better get on it. I try to take it in chunks.

Why is it I always leave the laundry until we have 8 loads of clean, wrinkled, clothes on the floor next to the dryer and then it takes hours to get it all hung and folded and put away. I suck butt. If I would only spend 30 minutes a day on laundry, I think I could keep up with it and it wouldn’t be such a major chore/time hog.

I still don’t have a job. I’m trying to be patient. This isn’t working (trying to be patient I mean) quite as well as one would hope. But The Hunkster has secured part-time employment and that will help!

I finished my Dory doo-rag but it turned out too small, dammit. I was so so so excited when I finished it. I ran into the office and asked H to take a pic for me to upload. I put it on, and almost cried. Just a little too small. It fits Dino though. Back to the drawing board. I added another 1/4 inch all around to my pattern pieces and I’m sewing it now. Since I know you’ll be waiting with bated breath (yeah right) I will have pics up as soon as it’s finished.

Rip it. Roll it. Punch it.

Duuuude.

QotD… O.J. Simpson is back in the news again. What are your thoughts on the release of “If I Did It” and his recent arrest?
I could not possibly care less. I could try; but it would be an exercise in futility because I’m 100% certain I would not be successful. He’s an evil, evil man. No way I’m wasting my time reading that book.

Sunday night I put on my kickass boots, and I kicked Mama’s ass. I was so scared I had that nasty copper taste in my mouth. But I must have disguised my fear well enough because she behaved herself relatively well. After we got home, I tossed a couple Lucky Strikes at her. She growled and chucked a couple bingo chips back at me and went back to her crossword puzzle, muttering to herself. Something about Elvis giving birth to a 7 pound owl in Melba, Idaho that she had undoubtedly read about in one of her tabloids.
I do want to learn to ride my bike, not for the joy of riding a bike but rather for the accomplishment of besting my fear. If that works, maybe I’ll move on to the “joy” crap.

Hunkster gave me one of his doo-rags he didn’t really like too awful much so I could deconstruct it and use it for a pattern. I bought some material with Dory all over it and I’m making myself a Dory doo-rag. I worked on it for hours yesterday and it’s almost done. I’m pretty proud of myself! I promise pictures when I’m finished with it.

I have my first tutoring session for ASL today for an hour before class, then class from 2 to 4 then Deaf Dinner until 7, so I have a busy day scheduled. I better get a move on.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.

Here’s curtain pics as promised. For the valances I just used 1/2″ iron on tape to seal all the edges and cut simple strips and sewed them on the back to make the casing for the curtain rod. I used these instructions to make the roman blinds.
The darker walls do make the room seem a tad smaller, but it feels cozy not claustrophobic. You can’t tell from the picture but the color of the room is matched to one of the skinny stripes on the valances. I have decided I like the color very much. Looking at my monitor and my wall, I may have been a little too liberal with lightening the shadows making the wall color in the picture a tad lighter than it really is. But also this is a Mac and the display runs brighter than regular PC displays. Anywho. You get the idea. Wall color is now much, much better than three white walls and one creepy kindergarten mural wall. It feels like a grown-up’s office now. Happy Dory is happy.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.

Actually, they’re roman blinds and a valance. More pics later after I sync my ppc bcus they’re too big to send in one message.

Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.