thoughts May 31, 2005 ~ 11:58 am
Posted by Julie in : Daily Grind , trackback
Jesse loves when Rick launches him onto the couch like this. He’s a dumbass like that.
It’s Tuesday morning, we’re back at work, and people are surly. Good to know that things don’t change, even with a three day weekend.
I finished the “Afghan From Hell” last night, which is a present for my friend Leenie. Nobody else ask for one, you’re not getting one. I started the damn thing five different times before I was happy with it, and you only get that kind of treatment if you have been my best friend since I was 14, have just moved, graduated from massage therapy school, recently had a birthday, and have been through hell because of a certain man this year. Only Leenie has that distinction. Although Rick might get an afghan in the fall, just because I love him and I could tell that he really wanted the Afghan From Hell. But it’s summer now, and Julie ain’t working on afghans in the heat of a New York City summer. Pictures of the lovely Afghan From Hell (which looks nothing like what Leenie or I would have expected) will be up soon. Along with an explanation of its name.
Found ribbon yarn this weekend in a really cool rainbow pattern. (The picture doesn’t do it justice, just so you know.) As soon as I find a pattern for a slip-stitch scarf that I know I saw somewhere, I’ll make it for Lori’s birthday present. Because it’s glitzy and fun, like she is. And lightweight, which makes it the perfect summer accessory. I think I saw that pattern in Stitch’n'Bitch Nation. Hmmmm.
I emailed my friend Kim, asking her what she was wearing to the reunion this weekend, since our lovely alma mater is asking for “casual.” I told her I might bring some capris and a nice skirt, but jeans were more likely, since I “have to dress up for work, I ain’t doin’ it on my vacation.” Having just moved, her response was: “What I bring is dependent on what I can reach in my closet. Right now, that’s a pair of jeans, two t-shirts, and a bleach-stained Rutgers hoodie.” I replied with four words: “You are my hero.”
I just had a student ask me about his cap and gown: “That thing that goes around your neck, should that have been in with the cap and gown?” Dude, do I look like I know a damn thing about caps and gowns? Ask the Bookstore, where you bought the damn thing.
Overheard in the laundromat last night: two little kids running around singing “We’ve got sugar!” and their exasperated father, who replied “Yeah, because that’s exactly what you need: more sugar.”
There would be more, but my job is making demands on me. Fucking job.
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