whole lot of stitching going on

I'm almost finished with the little Golden Girls cross stitch project that I'm doing for Shelley's birthday. Looks like I'll be done almost a week ahead of time - that's unheard of for me! The pattern doesn't call for outlining the finished pattern, but I'm doing that. Otherwise, a couple of the ladies get lost, their colors are so pastel.

I've got the house to myself tomorrow night. Brad will be in Duluth on an overnight ski trip, and teen is spending the night at Grandma's. Hooray! All nighter of video games and dozing in the big chair....

soooo not in the mood

I want to be, but I'm not. I had such a terrible week at work last week, and I'm afraid it's going to spill into this week and poison it, too. It took me the entire holiday weekend to get over it (and let me say, I think it was the brunch at Cafe Twenty Eight that finally made me smile again), and I'm trying very, very hard today, but I feel like I'm slipping a little. I think I'll finish this (small! and only!) glass of wine, head upstairs with a book, and wait in bed for my husband to come home from darts. With any luck, I'll still be awake when he gets home...

spring, and a girl's thoughts turn to....

.... vegetables. All it took was two days of February thaw, and suddenly, I've got CSAs on my mind. I left off last season with a promise of a half share from Loon, but I'm a greedy, greedy girl, and I told them that really what I wanted was a full share. They never replied, and I saw today that Driftless is taking orders, so I emailed Loon to find out if there's a full or half reserved for me. If it's just a half, then I have to decide if I want to also do a Driftless half and just hope that the two farms wind up doing their half shares on alternate weeks or if I want to say thanks but no thanks to Loon and go with Driftless this year.

sapping the life out of me

Yep, that's what my job's doing these days. I've been bored there for months and months and months, but this last week or so is just putting me over the top. It's been seriously painful. I can't even describe how tedious. But how old is this getting? How often will you have to read that I hate my job? How many more days/weeks/months/years will I simply settle? How many bottles of wine will I have to consume to try to forget?

girls' night

Brad had a user-group meeting tonight, so teen and I were on our own for dinner. After MUCH debate, I remembered the Chatterbox Pub, and seeing how teen was in the mood for chicken tenders (CHICKEN TENDERS. STILL. AT SIXTEEN. I have failed as a parent...), it seemed like the perfect spot. And it was fun. We actually pulled out a card game to play, which I'm sure surprised the hell out of her, since I seldom want to play games. They weren't at all busy, so we weren't there for long, but we had a nice time. And now she's found another place where she and her friends should be able to hang out.

sunday night already?

Another weekend where I didn't get done nearly as much as I wanted to. I can't complain about the amount of knitting I got done, though. I finished up two more pieces of the sweater - I just have one sleeve left, and then I'll be ready to make it up. Today I remembered that I want to do a cross stitch project for Shelley's birthday, and now htat's just around the corner - March 6th. I have time to do it, but I really want to finish the sweater first. We'll see.

Today was a beautiful day, with full-on February thaw, but I couldn't get Brad to even go for a walk.  He and Lauren went to run some errands (for Valentine's Day tomorrow, I believe), and he came home in kind of a crappy mood. He should've stuck to our agreement - cards at the most, out to dinner later. But it's sweet that he wanted to do something else. The first few years that we were together, we did terribly romantic things for Valentine's Day. And I loved it. But honestly, it's a lot of pressure to keep trying to top yourself, and I don't need him to do that. He shows me every day that he loves me - I don't need any surprise on Valentine's Day to tell me.

three down, two to go.

Pieces of the teen's sweater, that is.