Sunday

Yesterday was a complete waste in so many more ways than one.

I've been dying for Perkins Pancakes and Link sausages, so yesterday, when I finally got up, I drove to Owatonna and ate breakfast there.  I had poached eggs, link sausages, hashbrowns, and pancakes.  The hashbrowns were dry and tasteless.  The pancakes were not that great--they didn't have much flavor.  They tasted like they were made of flour, water, and nothing else.  The link sausages were good and the poached eggs were good.  The orange juice and hot tea were good too.

After breakfast, I went to Walmart because I was out of Citrical and ALMOST out of Centrum.  So I got more of each of those.  I also bought two small plastic drawer storage things that were on sale--got both for $10.00 (or less)--and another new laundry basket for less than $5.00--my laundry baskets are falling apart.

I wandered around and looked at stuff--the Barbie aisle was PATHETIC.  There was NOTHING new there.  Nothing that even struck my fancy a little bit.  Sad.

I bought a role of clear contact paper as I have an idea for better organizing my patterns. 

I think I am going to cut the front of the pattern off--the place where the pictures are shown--and clear contact paper it to the front of a file folder.  I will seal the sides of the file folder so the pattern pieces don't fall out, and I will write the kind and number of the pattern on the tab.  I.e.  MCALLS 4064:  Barbie. 

Then I can keep all of my patterns in an easily accessible file.  I am also going to put the pieces needed to make each outfit in their own envelop and label that envelop with the "McCalls 4064, View 1" (or whatever).  It will make it much easier to deal with all those little bits of paper. 

For the patterns I make up myself, I can take pictures of the dolls wearing the outfit, print them off on my printer, and contact paper them to the front of a file folder too.

It will work great.

Anyhow--I was feeling a little sickish in Walmart--so I checked out and went on my way.  I decided to stop at McDonald's and get an ice tea in hopes of settling my stomach.

I didn't get too far from McDonalds before I started coughing--which rapidly turned into gagging--stupid allergies--and then, I knew I was going to throw up--in the middle of a busy intersection--half way through it--while driving.

Fortunately I had a McDonald's bag laying on the floor, so I grabbed that, and barfed into it--while crossing the intersection in three lanes of traffic.  Talk about MULTI-TASKING!!

ONe of the more disgusting episodes of my life, I must say.

I keep plastic garbage bags in my car, so at the next stoplight, I got one and put the paper bag into it.  Unfortunately, not before the bottom of the bag soaked through, and I had THAT mess to contend with when I got home.

YUCK.

So, when I got home, I went back to bed and slept for most of the day.  At about 10 pm, I started feeling dizzy and light headed--mainly, I am sure because I had not eaten anything since breakfast, and most of my breakfast was offered back to the baggie gods.  Also, all my pills were downstairs.  And I didn't have the strength of will to go down for food or drugs--so I have to eat today.  Soon.

So there is the thrilling recap of my day yesterday.  Bleah.

Sunday Accomplishments

Despite my good intentions, I didn't accomplish a darn thing this morning.  I laid around in bed for a long time, then got up and played two games of scrabble with Peter.  I whaled the tar out of him on the first game, and he conquered me in the second.

When we signed off, I picked up a lot of clutter in my bedroom, sacked up the garbage, and vaccuumed up the corpses of the deceased lady bugs  I tossed all of my laundry down the stairs, and I put away a lot of fabric I had laying around.

When I got downstairs, I sorted the laundry and washed the whites first.  Whiile they were washing, I cleaned the cat boxes and cleaned out the refrigerator.  I also sacked up the garbage, fed the cat, and put a chicken pot pie and a couple of very small potatoes into the oven to bake.  While waiting for them, I made some tuna salad and had a tuna sandwich.  Sadly, my bread has gone moldy already.  I just bought that loaf of bread on Tuesday.  Ridiculous. 

I had hauled down the yarn I bought for Steven's afghan, so I worked on that for a while.  I watched about half of the movie "Sometimes They Come Back," which was inspired by a Stephen King short story.  It wasn't much like the story--though in this case I liked the movie better because the ending of the short story was horrible and sucked and was illogical to me.

After that I watched another movie--John Cussack was in it--he was a hit man who was disenchanted with his life who went back to his 10 year high school reunion.  Personally, I find it hard to believe that anyone could gain that level of skill only ten years after high school--or that anyone could be that disenchanted after only ten years.  Shit.  Ten years, you are just starting to get the full hang of what you are doing!

Ah, well, I like John Cussack, so I watched the movie, even if I thought it was lame.  My other choices would have been car racing (Shoot me.) or some other sport--might have been foot ball or basket ball.  I didn't leave it on the channel long enough to find out.

I got nine or ten rows crocheted on Steven's afghan.  It looks good.

That pattern goes fast.

I told Beccak I would crochet her a hat if she found me a pattern.  It wouldn't take long to make a hat  I'll have to look through my stuff and see if I have any sort of pattern.  I don't think I have any hat patterns, but you never know.

I would like to make another afghan for Peter M to celebrate his graduation from high school.  I have tons of yarn.  It would just be the time involved in making it.  I am very fond of him.  Later, when she is older, I'll make Hannah one too.  I've made them for all of my nieces and nephews in real life.  I feel the maternal urge to make them for my internet children as well.

Heh heh heh

I'd like to make one for Dean too--he is my homeroom student that I brought with me from the evil Hell Hole of Triton.  I believe he is my only senior who will graduate this year.  Carl is a possibility, but if he doesn't pull his head out of his ass, he won't EVER graduate.  Much less graduate this year.

Anyhow....

I carried two loads of laundry upstairs, but I haven't folded them and put them away yet.  I'll probably do that in the morning before I go to school.

I have to go to bed soon.  It is nearly 10 pm.

Well, that's about it for me tonight.

I had hoped to chat with Peter P. a bit before going to bed, but he is off to the movies with his children--a bit more important than playing scrabble with his scraggly old internet buddy.

Heh heh heh.