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26 August 2008

No time to stitch

Well, not much, at least.

Like I said I would, I went through the trunk of my car last night and got rid of all the junk. Found some stuff I forgot I had in there, like my Timberland boots. I think I put them in the trunk when we were having all those, "will it or won't it" snow days last winter. I shouldn't have left them in there. I am lucky no one broke in the car and stole them. Also there was a Margaret Sherry design book, and a couple blank notebooks in there for my writing. Woo hoo! Anyway, it's pretty clean in there now. I threw a big bag of trash out.

I found the most fabulous show on MTV last night, Exiled. It takes the kids from "My Super Sweet 16," which is basically about super-rich kids having birthday parties that cost more than a lot of homes, and which a lot of them seem to not be thankful for, and, because they seem to have been extremely irresponsible (one girl was spending $1000 every weekend), their parents send them to remote places where they are of course upset about. LOVE THIS SHOW. It puts a nice end to the Super Sweet 16 mess. I am not against parents spending money on their kids if they have it; I was pretty spoiled, but I never took it for granted, and these kids do. So it was fascinating to watch the girl last night freak out because she was covered in ticks in Africa. And had to stay in a cow dung made house. She was upset because they wanted her to help with making a cow poop house. I would have hesitated. I would have done it, but it would have been gross. Anyway, looking forward to seeing how this goes.

This morning was another dental makeover appointment. Everyone was late at the dentists' office, so I sat in the car and stitched a little. I am on the vines of the Halloween fairy, so almost done the actual stitching. I was in major pain after the appointment. My teeth are very sensitive and the cold water hit them when he removed the caps, and you could have peeled me off the ceiling. I knew it was gonna be bad, so I took Aleve as soon as I got to work, and it seems to be OK, just occasional twinges. I found a photo of myself at 16, and, looking at my teeth, it's hard to imagine they were ever that ugly. And awesome to know they won't ever look like that again. Woo hoo!

I don't know if I'll be stitching much today. I have errands at lunch, and tonight, I am going to start taking classes for work. They have this new thing where we have to have 30 hours of career learning, and your girl has had NO CLASSES yet. Fortunately, they are web-based classes and you can take pretty much what you want to take, so tonight is learning Powerpoint, which I've wanted to learn for a long time. They also offer some classes on dealing with irate customers, and building teamwork. Pretty good and worth taking!

2 comments:

timetostitch said...

Congrats on the ribbons! Even if they aren't what you were aiming for, doesn't matter in the whole state of MD I'd say you did great!

I love that show exiled! My DSO and I were laughing our heads off...that girl so deserved being sent to Africa, but I doubt she'll ever appreciate what an honor it was for those tribes people to have accepted her...sad really...I'd love to be in Africa for one week like her...but the dung house...yeah that was a bit repulsive, but something to experiece, you know?

HAHA - about your care...I'm the opposite I hate stuff in my care because I'm afraid it can get bad real fast...

Good luck on the class!

Cyndi said...

Oh, man, I was lauging so hard - and cringing - at your description of your carload of stuff. Cringing because it sounds like mine! Anytime anyone wants to ride with me somewhere it takes some great rearranging to fit them in. But I've been focusing on a similar situation in my house - making the transition from a scrapbooker/stamper to a cross stitcher. What a mess I've made through the years! I agree also about the hair - I wonder how I still have hair after seeing how much falls out!

I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can’t be helped--Frederick Perls