46 years of "meh"

January 19, 2003 – morning
January 18 2003 – evening
January 18, 2003 – evening

January 19, 2003 – morning

Wt: Are you kidding? I ate so much yesterday that I’m not weighing myself until Tuesday.
Mood: Daunted
At home: The bad thing about being a sloth all week after work is that your weekends are filled making sure health inspectors won’t condemn your living quarters. I’ll probably break down and haul some laundry to Mom’s. Her washer/dryer are much bigger than mine. The Eagles play at 3 pm. If they win, then they’re going to the SuperBowl. Fortunately, I don’t care about the game. Mom&I plan to go to Panera (where I’ll have LOWFAT chicken noodle soup and salad) this afternoon. Maybe about 4ish. Royal Rumble is tonight at 8:00 pm. Oddly, this is more important to me than the Eagles game. I’ll bring my knitting.

Oh yeah…my knitting. After about 45 minutes and Martha freaking Stewart’s vague instructions, I managed to cast off (on?) a row of cute lil’ stitches onto my needle last night. While I was toiling, Charlie was munching away at my yarn. So I get ready to start knitting my first row and –bam– my yarn ends. WTF? Lovely. Charlie managed to eat through the strand I was pulling from the skein. Darn cat. That’s ok. I’ll have the last laugh. I’m starting to mix ‘weight-control’ food with their Ocean Flavor Friskies.

January 18 2003 – evening

Can I *be* any more domestic? On the way back from picking up the ol’ Acne meds (sad sigh) I stopped at my Rag shop and bought some yarn and knitting needles (total: $7.06) so that I can discover how crappy I am at knitting. Goal: Knit a scarf for David.

Tonight Mom & I are going to Champps for dinner and then to Barnes&Noble for some literary indulgence. I wonder if they serve the Toffee Nut Mochas there?

January 18, 2003 – evening

Christmas is gone! Hooray! We bought a new vaccuum (sp?) cleaner at Target this morning. It’s pretty neat — it’s a Hoover and it has an indication light that is red when your carpet’s dirty and green when it’s clean. VERY helpful for us domestic inepts who can’t tell themselves. 🙂 And although I thought I’d have to vaccum (sp?) for at least 24 hours straight until I saw the green light, it didn’t take long at all.

Although there’s still much to do, I’m officially tired of domestic things. The living room’s coming along quite nicely. It’s the bedroom that’s scary. But now I’m drawn to my PC…perhaps I’ll play something for an hour. JUST an hour, mind you….

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