Love The One You’re With

The past week has been pretty uneventful.

I finished my paper on my definition of love. I’ll submit it for my grade later today, wish me luck!

I started a new project for my personal use. It’s somewhat secret; it involves maps, and places I’ve been. It’s very time-consuming, and at at the rate I’m going, I’ll be done with all fifty states in just about a year.

I started a tank top a few days ago and I’m at the point right now where all I need to do is finish the raw edge at the top and I’m done. Let me tell you, it was a pain in the butt to make! The pattern was a bit small, so I needed to edit it, and with the help of my mom, the test top fit perfectly the fifth time I made it. I should finish it tomorrow, and then I’ll make a cute sheer poncho to cover it. I’ll then model it for you lovely people and post the pictures on my site.

My mom, dad, and I went to brunch this morning. When we were halfway finished with our meal, the cook came out and switched the menu items on the buffet. The two items in question were “home style pot roast” and “lamb stew.” I took the “home style pot roast” thinking that’s what it was, since right after I took it, the two menu items kept getting switched around, and by this time, my parents and I were confused as to which item was what. “Beef stew” makes more sense to me, especially if the meat in it cuts like BEEF. Well, after talking to the cook, it was “lamb stew.” At this point, I couldn’t care less what I ate since it was good. My mom and I joked about how this would make good writing for my blog, but now I think I made the situation more confusing.

Basically: Did I eat beef or lamb? I don’t know.

After brunch, we went for a drive. I saw a deer in a farmer’s yard, and when I yelled “deer!” in the car, the deer perked its ears up and ran away. I didn’t know deers deer could hear so well. It had been drizzling out all day, which made the sky really cloudy. What do you get when you mix fog and a snow-covered lake when you’re driving next to it?

You get an odd sensation that makes you feel as though you’re about to fall off the earth. No kidding. I thought I was going to die.

Fargo Is Not In Minnesota!!!

I went to the fabric store the other day, and struck up a conversation with a nice older lady. She was with her husband who was quite old and appeared to be somewhat senile. The woman said they were going to be celebrating their fortieth wedding anniversary on Tuesday. I told them that’s wonderful, since not many couples can make it that long anymore. Somehow, the conversation turned to me, and I was asked if I had children. I told her I didn’t, and then I was asked if I was married. I told her I wasn’t since I’m too young to get married. The man then said, “Well, this pretty girl has to have a boyfriend.” I was put off by his comment, and then I told the couple that I did have a boyfriend, but I don’t think we’re going to get married anytime soon.

“He’s afraid of commitment.”

The woman then told me, “You know what you need to do? You need to talk non-stop about wanting to get married. That’s the only reason this guy right here [points to her husband] is married to me. I kept nagging him.”

Is anyone thinking what I’m thinking?

No wonder her husband is insane.

I’m looking for a job. I came across this:

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Perhaps the number one thing that pisses me off about that image:

FARGO IS NOT IN MINNESOTA. (I know this since I can read a map and I was there.) Ever since Fargo came out, a few people think it’s in Minnesota. It’s not. Making the dropdown list contain “Fargo” and “MN” on the same line should be outlawed. Solution: MN – Moorhead MN – Fargo

Random Crap

I couldn’t be happier about something that’s not nice! I’d tell you, but it’s a secret. 🙂

Since Best Buy was open last night, I went to get my phone exchanged. Wouldn’t you know, as soon as I was ready to go through the exchange process, I realized I didn’t have my wallet. Needless to say, I was quite worried since I swore I had it when I went to the store previous to my visit to Best Buy. When I came out to my car in the Best Buy parking lot, I noticed my doors were unlocked, and I ALWAYS LOCK THEM. There was the SUV who pulled in next to me, right after I did, with the engine on, sitting there like they were waiting for me to come out. So, as soon as I got in my car and thought something was wrong, I headed home. Needless to say, this was the longest ride home for me in the longest time, since I was worried about getting pulled over in Anoka. (Anoka is another city that likes to pick on drivers.) Thankfully, when I came home, I found my wallet sitting on the kitchen table. It was a quick in and out, then I went back to Best Buy.

It took the salesperson at Best Buy over an hour to get my cell phone exchanged since the last time I exchanged it, the store I went to used fake receipt information. The phone I have now is the replacement (defective screen), of the replacement (battery wouldn’t fit), of the replacement (battery didn’t come out), of the replacement (keypad stopped working), of the replacement’s replacement (same day return; buttons didn’t work) of the original (the one I bought on 6/6/2005). I had to explain all that to the person who was helping me. Ugh. Just look at the friggin return statements that are stored in the computer. Let’s hope I won’t have to do this again. 😉

After that, I didn’t get any sleep. I was hoping for some sort of miracle that my group members were going to call me, not that I would have taken the time to add their thoughts to the paper. I almost sacrificed myself a zero so everyone else in the group would.

I got home from shopping at Walgreen’s. That’s where I bought a present for my boyfriend, Jameson, and it’s not anything he’s going to expect. 🙂 I was strapped for cash. After renewing my domain and paying for a year of hosting, and getting a really nice gift for Jameson’s parents, I’m left with about forty dollars, all in dollar bills.

Oh, and my mom bought my dad’s gift tonight. The three of us are going to have a night on the town on April 21st. We’re going to a concert at Orchestra Hall. (Pending A & P not bugging the heck out of me.)