So that's what goes on in her head

I swear to you, I've clicked "Get Mail" about 40 times in the past hour. I am supposed to find out this weekend whether or not I am getting a pattern published in a forthcoming book by Amy Singer. I have no patience. But you knew that.

In other news, I am a cooking machine right now. I am making my ICFD dishes today since there will be three more people trying to cook in our kitchen tomorrow. So far, I have the carrot raita done, and am just waiting for the carrots to cool so they can be added to the yogurt. Then I'm making Moghlai chickpeas and an eggplant stew.

I am hoping to be able to do some wooing via stomach tomorrow. Don't want to say more for fear I jinx it.

I am also ignoring the trainwreck of a sweater that is in the next room. The SNB girls helped out immensely today with engineering and moral support, but this pattern is not good. I'm learning tons about making it work though. Still, I really just want to wear this sweater, and fear that global warming means we will never ever again have a day that requires a bulky weight wool comfy sweater. Not good.

automat76 sent me a link to Chipotle Fan this evening. You can enter the ingredients that you get when you go to Chipotle and see how many calories you are ingesting. I was shocked to find I avoid nearly 300 calories by getting a Bol rather than a burrito. I'm not normally a calorie counter, but given that the thing started at over 1100....well, that's substantial.

You can also find your burrito soulmate. I am apparently the only person who likes what I like who is not a young woman from Minnesota. Weird.

I feel as if it's been forever since I've written here. And it kind of has. But I had adventures this weekend, so here they will be:

Friday: Went to meet kids at Club 185. Freaked myself out by drinking 4 pints of beer (5 according to the waitress, but I'm not so sure about that) and not really feeling it. I wouldn't have driven on principle, but still. I did drink a lot more than normal last week, what with random beer outings, a partylite candle party and such, but can one's tolerance really ramp up that much that fast? Odd. Anyway, 185 was cool, if a bit fratty/yuppie, and it was much fun to catch up with some of the kids I hadn't seen in a while.

Saturday: I got almost everything done on my errand list! Got up early, and was at the Aveda Institute for my haircut by 9:30. The girl was just starting in the program, but she did a wonderful job. I am addicted to that place, with it's stress relief massages and mini-facials and free makeup touchup included in nearly everything. Then I ran to the Wash n' Tan to do laundry, which was much overdue. Went home, played phone tag with spandita while washing dishes, catching up on email and such, then met him at Northstar Cafe for a late lunch. Oh that place is heavenly,if not supplied with enough tables for the number of patrons. We ended up eating at the couches, where I enjoyed a lovely beet salad. I don't even like beets that much, but this was heavenly!

Then it was phone tag with automat76 to determine our departure time, throwing stuff in my suitcase (luckily still sitting out from the holidays) and a last minute trip to Wolfe Fiber Arts for discount bin yarn. Picked her up, then we tried to stop at a bridal shop in Dublin so I could try on my bridesmaid's gown for my sister's wedding. I'm already peeved because I'm not liking that dress much, but I did my homework and printed out the dress and checked the store's website for hours, so I felt prepared. Perhaps not. They close their dressing rooms an hour before the store, and I must have an appt to try on the dress. Stupid !$#^%^ wedding industry. I think I'm ordering the dress on measurements alone now. I'm sick of that crap.

We drove on to Cleveland, checked in to our freebie hotel, where there was a church across the street broadcasting its service throughout the block. At one point, I actually heard the words "Give God a handclap." OK. Random primping, then on to the Beachland for the show. Only got minorly lost on the way there. The show was awesome. The room looked like a high school gym/auditorium, and it was *packed*. The Sadies were on first, and automat76 dubbed them "surfabilly." I concur. Then Neko Case came out and they played with her too. Excellent show, if a bit short seeming at first, but excellent. She's totally crazy. But in a good way.

Then it was back to the hotel for pizza and chatting. Mmmmmm...pizza.

Sunday: I awoke to the sounds of snowplows, as a snowshower had started during the night. We got ready, and checked out, and then made our way to Fine Points, which is a stellar yarn store. I overspent, but got good stuff for my trip to Kripalu, so it was worth it. Then we went on to Mentor, to the Olive Garden where my sister works. Minor confusion ensued over actually getting into her section, but eventually it worked, and we had our lovely lunch. Then it was back in the car, for the trip home. At one point, we decided to stop so I could refill my windshield washer fluid, and it was at this point where my car decided to stop shooting it out completely. So there were several unscheduled stops to toss fluid onto the windshield with a dixie cup in order to clean off the salt. Fun. (It's still not working, so I don't know if I knocked something loose or what.) Got home about 7:30, and watched Simpsons at automat76's place, then I went home and crashed out from a migraine. I don't know if it's the drive or what, but every single time I go to Cleveland, I have a headache on the way home.

That's a lot of time to be in a car anyway--I think I'm getting old. My right arm has carpal tunnel-esque symptoms coming back in it, and I attribute that to driving. Grrrrr....

Monday: A day off, and I got lots of ebay stuff listed and managed to get the colorwork on my next knitty submission finished, and most of my Magic Stripes sock done. So it was a successful day.

Whew. I'm almost glad to be back at work.

Why of why did my neighbors decide to start erecting a tent prior to 8 am this morning? Doesn't help that these are the neighbors who let their dog run loose on our patio and don't clean up after it. That's a big strike already.

When I was little, my mom used to change my hairstyle if I was misbehaving in an effort to change my attitude. I tried that today by dressing in super froufy fun clothes. But now I feel frumpy because it's so dismal outside and I'm in here in the cold with my big hooded sweater on over everything.

If it clears up by lunch I'm going to walk down to the mall and get sushi for lunch. Yes, it's mall sushi, but the wasabi makes me happy.

Here's hoping that finishing up my math class tonight changes my outlook a bit. I've been grumpy this week.