Domestic Geek

Current mood: creative
I never realized how much I lay my arm across my forehead when I sleep until last night. I'd keep touching that bump and waking myself up.

My newest ebay prize is a June 1999 issue of The Cross Stitcher magazine that features a chart called "Angel of Cross Stitch" and uses 361 DMC colors. It was designed to commemorate the 100th anniversary of DMC floss. There used to be clubs all over the Internet of women who were stitching this piece. Most of them have gone away (people gave up/lost interest?), but this one site still exists. It doesn't appear to be active, but at least it has a couple of the errors in the chart and a floss shopping list. After I finish this module at school, I will begin this project. I haven't done any cross-stitching since my Vegas trip and I'm really looking forward to doing some. The best part about this is I can easily resell the magazine for what I paid. It appears to be one of the most sought-after cross stitch magazines out there. THe one I got is in mint condition, too. The subscription cards were even still there. EBAY ROCKS!

Isn't it funny how when you're unable to eat something, that's what you crave? I'm craving nachos. I know there is no way I could enjoy them with the raw state my poor throat is in, but I'm craving them just the same. In fact, I've been craving them since last Wednesday. *sigh* Maybe by this weekend my throat will be up to having some.

Tomorrow they're supposed to reveal the identity of the Salem Stalker on Days of Our Lives. Finally! I am so sick of this story line. It's been going on for months and they're dragging it out even more the closer they get to the end. Argh! That's one of the things I hate about soap operas. It takes forever to get to the point, to move on, to resolve anything. Maybe that's one of the reasons I hate my job so much. It really is a real-life soap opera there. I was told yesterday that the manager was crying when he left work Saturday night because he is so sure the store is going to fall apart while he's gone. How pathetic. I should get moving and get to work, I just don't want to go there. I've got so much stuff I want/need to get done around the house. It sucks that I lost so much time being sick. *sigh* Ok, I'm off.

Current mood: sore
Man, I was feeling pretty good this afternoon. Work started to wear me out, though. So much so that I couldn't hold on to a dough tray that I was putting on top of the stack. BAM! Right on my poor forehead. I've got quite a lump going there.

Current mood: depressed
While working on a layout for my craft blog that I've been trying to get going for almost a year last night, I logged into Blogger for the heck of it. I found a personal improvement blog that I had about 2 1/2 years ago. It floored me that my personal goals/resolutions were EXACTLY the same two years ago as today. I haven't grown, I haven't matured, I haven't achieved much in that time frame. It's like I've been totally stagnate or something. I had counted on the move back to town giving me the kick I needed to change. True, I've been going to school and learning lots there, but that's about it. I weigh just 4 pounds less than I did then, I still have the same job that I absolutely hate, it's really sad.

Oh, well. I'd better get my ass off to work. I've got much to do today.

Current mood: apathetic
Sorry I've sort of disappeared this week. I've been contemplating how to change the trainwreck that has become my life. My life has felt so blah this week. Everytime I opened my browser and tried to type something here, it was so depressing that I just closed the window and went to surfing around other people's sites. I did start a 204 for 2004 list as seen at Delirious Cool, though. If I ever finish it, I'll post it. Man, coming up with 204 specific goals of things I want to accomplish in this next year is harder than the "100 Things About Me" list that everyone did awhile back.

We're back to no sales at work again and drivers are frustrated. I made a whopping $56 all week. I used to make that in one good night. Yeah, that's really going to buy me the stuff I need for this class. Plus, dough I've made is getting thrown out because it's been sitting around too long so I basically worked for free when I made it. It's all really depressing. At least my portfolio/resume will be completed in some form or another in four weeks and then maybe I can get some interviews and get away from pizza forever.

I've been on eBay trying to find the stuff I need for this class. So far I've gotten a 100 pack of x-acto blades for $9.99 that would've cost $22.50 at Office Depot or $27.99 at Guiry's. Then I found a cyan printhead for my printer for $13.00 that would've cost $34 at CompUsa. I lost an auction that went for $41 on a complete set of ink for my printer, but I'm still looking. Each individual ink cartridge costs $34 as well at CompUsa (that's $136 for a complete set). Some guy is selling a set of 3 HP compatible colors (no black) for $49.99. I'm a little wary. I'd feel better with OEM cartridges. I also need to find some good printer paper. Once I find or make a portfolio case, I think I'm all done with the shopping part. LOL

I did get myself a mini trampline at Sears a couple of days ago for $20. I put it together and jumped on it a while this morning. Man, I am sooooo out of shape. Less than five minutes and I was totally winded and all noodley-legged. I know one of my biggest problems is how much weight I've let myself gain.

OK, that wasn't as depressing as some of the stuff I've typed this week, so I guess I'll post it and get myself off to that hellhole called work.

Current mood: relieved
Man, these new birth control pills I'm on suck ass. On my last prescription, 3 to 4 days after the last pill, period started. These new ones take 5 to 6 days. Let me tell you, I was a little panicky yesterday. I was never so glad to feel a cramp as I was this morning. I wish I could take that Seasonale pill. It's the one where you have 84 consecutive pills before you take a week off. Since there is no way to turn off the reproductive stuff for good without surgery, I could deal with only four periods a year. I'll ask how much it costs when I go in for my annual later this month, but I doubt I can afford it.