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.
creativeI 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.
Name: LaDonna
