Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
in Nebraska. I hate this town. Nothing ever happens. Understand that it is partially my fault. There IS stuff to do, but somehow it pales after the first hundred times or so. The zoo is depressing because the enclosures are so tiny and the animals seem so miserable, the mall is, well, the mall, and the parks are only good on non windy, non 110+ degree days. Which happen so rarely I never manage to catch them. As for night life, there really aren't many places a couple of teetotalers can go to have adult interactions. It's all bars. Gah. I want to be in Beatrice. It's a tiny little hole in the wall town, but the people are awesome, the weather is lovely, and they actually have things to do that don't involve drinking. Plus, Lincoln and Omaha are fairly close and my grandparents are only a few hours away. At this point, we're just waiting for them to give us the word on the job and we'll be there before ya know it, but for now it's hard core waiting patterns and the end of school doldrums.
Friday, April 10, 2009
So, another cripplingly boring month has gone by and been replaced with a ridiculously hectic chock a block panic fest. The month started off with a trip to Nebraska that was amazing and awful all at once. The trip was fine, but for some reason, no one in my family knows how to act in a restaurant, which is probably why we eat at home a lot. The nerd is nearing her third birthday, and thank goodness for that because she's making me absolutely crazy. Right now she's pouting and hitting things because I won't give her *another* lunchable. Yeah, worst mom ever right? Then, after we returned home (which was a shame. If I had my way, I'd be posting from a new address and not the black hole of Texas) my friend from Seattle came in to town and I got to hang out with her for a while, which is good, since I haven't seen her or her DD in 2 1/2 years. Years people! It is awesome having her around again. To top it all off, school is ridiculous as we sprint our way down the home stretch. Only three more weeks, and the instructors have been laying the work on uber-thick. Ridiculous. If I have any more work piled onto my desk, I may just have to get drunk and *then* write my paper. Sleep deprivation does about the same thing, so somehow I doubt my grades would end up too bad. Freaking out over finals (Gah, finals- should be a dirty word!) I haven't gotten too much done on the knitting front, but I have been slowly adding to my stash and have managed to finish a felted bag and a few washcloths. Once my knitpicks order arrives, I'll stat on a soaker for a friend's baby, and a fish hat (dead or alive). That's all for now, more to come (hopefully sooner than a month).