Tonight, after the SO got home from school, I have ordered, the biggest, the baddest pizza around. The Grilled Chicken Club from Papa Johns. Okay, I’ve had this pizza once or twice (okay, maybe four times) before and it’s the shizznit << yes, I am entitled to use that. I am so unghetto it’s not funny. Anyway, I’m waiting for it to arrive and then it dawns on me that this pizza place closes at 11. They are totally going to spit on my pizza guys. Totally. So tomorrow, when I come down with some really God awful illness, we’ll know who to blame. But if I totally have this kick ass pizza, I guess I’ll have to suck up my ego to their professionalism - right? Besides, whatever doesn’t kill me will just make me stronger.

The code word I’ve learned is “I’ll be back later,” which is cue for our annoying neighbor saying “Hey, thanks for letting me mooch off of you again but I won’t be back to hang with your sorry asses.” I’m starting to feel quite….used. She comes over for the phone, the vacuum, cd’s. Whatever strikes her fancy. Then she leaves her 3 and 4 year olds unattended (and I’m all like OMG WTF). Last night she borrowed our vacuum at 9:45PM. Not AM but PM. I was in my Pajama’s and we were just getting ready for bed (awww, snuggles!) and I hear this knock on my door. She’s totally crafty too - ain’t no tricking her. Our friggen light was on so the SO turns it off. I was like DAMN she knows we’re awake. She knocks again. I answer the door in my oh-so-cute scottie shorts and Tommy Tee that I usually sleep in, and she’s like “Hey ya’ll. What you guys up to?” and we look at each other and say “We’re about to go to sleep!” and she’s like “Oh, well then I’ll just bring back your vacuum tomorrow.” And I was all like “Who said you could borrow it?”

No. I didn’t really say that. Instead the SO walks over with OUR vacuum (that was my last years birthday present - totally not kidding) and hands it to her. She brings it back a half hour later and the bottom is all gunked up. Then she has enough balls to come over today “Can I use your phone?” and then says to me “Oh, he didn’t answer, but if he calls back will you come give me the message?” ^%#$#&(*%%&^#!!!!!!111!!!1 WHAT THE HELL. I am not her secretary - omg.

I totally didn’t get a chance to study tonight - instead I watched a documentary about the Romanov’s. I used to wish that Anastasia was alive, but that was because I totally thought that my Grandmothers family was Russian - but my Mom swears that they were Austrian. So now I’m all screwed up in my history. But that’s okay - it’s still a tragic story and I guess I could still wish that Alexi and Anastasia made it. I really had no clue that Prince Phillip (read: Queen Elizabeth’s husband for all you commoners like myself that maybe didn’t catch up on the latest British gossip)….anyway, I had no clue he was related to them. Pretty spiffy.

My current bag is quite adorable, if I do say so myself. The outside is chocolate, the inside is yellow with red flowers. It comes down to midwaist and is very comfortable (thank god for wide straps). This was a modified pattern of someone or another - and I plan on making more. I have two people that have already picked out fabric and want me to make them this bag. Since they are for co-workers I feel bad about saying “Okay, fork over the $15.00,” if fabric is $8, who says it’s wrong to collect a little profit from doing something for someone else, if it costs me money in the long-run? Oh well, at least it will get my name out there, right?

I studied for 2 hours tonight on my PTCB stuff. Man, that crap is h a r d. Thanks to my Pharmacist today, I AM capable of setting the problem up. But, the point is is what information is irrelevant, and what is needed? And the multiple step problems kick me in my hiney. Like at one point you have to go from pounds to kilograms to figure out the proper dosage of a 500mg/kg/4 hour dosage. So, it blows my mind. I will study until my face turns polka-dot with blue striped plaid. I will get a passing grade on this test. If I chant that over and over, will it work?

The Beloved and I are going to spend some time together tonight. He’s done with his homework and I am done studying for the night (thank the Lord!) we might watch t.v. or even play Sonic the Hedgehog (are we ghetto 90s or what?) Yes, it’s on our Gamecube - not Sega. It’s all of the games remodified to fit Gamecube and I heart it. Sonic is my absolute favorite game - ever. I would spend like 4 hours after school playing it. It was the only game that didn’t need a secret code to get up in levels, and was relatively easy for me. Ecco the Dolphin I loved too, but the levels were really hard - especially the ones where he was in the caves. I don’t know why I couldn’t just figure out how to get past the certain spots, but I never could. Poor Ecco wound up dying every time. Sometimes, I just stayed on the first level with all of his friends because I hated to jump into the sky and cause the tornado. I’m such a wuss. I hated that he was all alone! lol.

It’s times like these that I look back and think back over our relationship together and realize just how far we’ve come and how happy I am. I remember our first kiss, our first hug. I remember our first real date. The way his eyes danced and his mouth tugged up into a playful smile when he was pulling my leg (figuratively, not literally). Man, I can’t wait to say “I do.” In the last few weeks everything is so much different. It’s like suddenly we’re not just boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s “Honey, I’ll take out the garbage,” or “Will you take the dog for a walk?” I want to wrap him in a big bear hug and smooch him.

So, work was long. All day it was “Ooh, 5 hours left,” or “3 and a 1/2 left!” Then finally it was “Have a great night!” I found out my “friend” is going to take her exam before me and I really am kind of pissed. I realize that there are really no friends at work, because it all boils down to who is going to get the pay raise and who is going to be stuck on the sidelines. But the fact that she sat here, at my dining room table and said “Don’t worry buddy, I’ll wait for you.” She studied behind my back and now is going to take the test without me. Shows how gullible I was to think that we were going to experience this together.

I’ve almost got my bag complete. I already know how I want to fix this design. I need to make the straps longer - but maybe I’ll just make it one strap next time. I have to pick out some cording tomorrow to cord the outside edge. Whether is pale yellow or chocolate, I haven’t decided yet. I totally want this thing to work out with Claudia and I - I think it could be fun but I’m so anal about everything, with the trying to make sure that we’re doing it the right way and not breaking the law and wind up owing thousands on our income taxes. I’ve already put an email into the state revenue service to find out about that. And then I found out that I need to keep 30% of all of my sales in a private HANDS OFF account so I don’t touch it before my tax return. Ugh. So much to think about. Maybe I’ll just make a few and send them on their way to the local consignment shop. Cut x Paste wants 40% and I don’t think that I could part with that extra 40%. ETSY wants like 3.5% plus 20 to list (per item) Argh.

I’ve got to go lay down - it’s nearly 11:30 and I’m exhausted. Have a great night everyone.

So, I sat at my table trying to work on my Pharmacy crap when I just suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole and die a very long and painful death. I think it would have been quicker. The questions rambled together, like you have to mix a 20% cream to a 5% cream to make an 8% cream - how many parts of each do you need? kinda deal. It’s like saying if a train leaves Boston at 5pm on Tuesday, and travels west at 55mph, and a train leaves Colorado Springs at 9am on Tuesday traveling 42mph at what point do they meet? Gah.

So, I wanted to work on my next bag (which I am in SUPER LOVE with the fabric I picked out). I can’t decide if I want to [blank] or give it to my Mom. I think I measured the end too long so tomorrow I have to go back and remeasure the end and I will probably need to trim an inch or two off each half and then remind myself to do the same in the middle. Which reminds me, I have to go back to Joannes because I need to buy some fasteners - or buttons because I could totally do buttons. Buttons on a bag are cute, no? I’ve also got to get some ribbon and a zipper. I have 2 people that want me to make stuff for them at the moment. A neighbor wants me to fix her jeans into shorts with a “butterfly” design. My coworker designed this bag a while ago and wants me to suddenly whip it up for her. “Brown courdoroy on the outside, pale pink on the inside with one strap and something cute on the front.” Then she says “OH! Maybe like do a whole Morrocan thing! With Burnt Sienna fabric with plum and maybe a little red with fringe.” [insert roll of eyes here].

That’s what bugs me about crafting sometimes. It’s my thing and I have my own visions. That’s why I don’t think I could ever make anything ‘to order.’ Because the person has one idea and I just don’t see the same thing and I would end up disappointing them - and I totally wouldn’t want that. So, if I like the bag that I made tomorrow, then I’ll make more, if not, I’ll have to look at why I don’t like it and maybe modify the pattern a bit.

Onto relationships - I really feel like my neighbor (who is all of 2 pounds [thinks 2.2lbs = 1kg, so she weighs .9kg) really has a crush on my man. She drips with fake sincerity to me like a leaky faucet. I want to slap her and I want to knee my man in his boy parts for letting her long [fake] eyelashes make him gaga. And I swear if she giggles one more time at me like she wants to be my friend I’ll smack her. I’m sorry, do I sound slightly bitter? Oh, maybe that’s because in my head I’m still trying to figure out how on earth 3 parts is equal to 180g which somehow means that I have to add 2 teaspoons of whatever to make a solution of 500 units [that's not really the question, but I totally feel like that's what I'm reading. It makes no sense to me.]

I LOVE THIS BAG.

It took me 3 and a half total hours to complete this project. There are four different pieces of fabric. It is lined with Muslim and Green check, the outside is a “country”-ish pattern with pink and cream stripe. It is 13 inches deep, and about 12 inches wide. It is deep enough to carry a box of cereal/bread/eggs with comfort. I, however, am going to use it as my new pocket book and the straps are comfortable enough to wear, the top of the bag comes to about mid-breast, the bottom hits my waist.

What do you all think?

I took my old scrap fabric from my attempted “quilt” days, to try to muster together enough to work on my first bag. It’s just for me though, because it’s 1) number one 2) a little off kilter. But I learned a lot more about sewing, I think. I realized that I need a bigger cutting mat. Mine is only 4in x 12in. So it’s a little bit difficult to create big pieces because I constantly have to stop, remeasure, adjust. My fabric comes out lopsided, which can be adjusted in the hemming process, but I just wish that would go quicker too.

I’m exhausted, but don’t feel like sleeping yet. It was a nice evening out, definately should have been autumn weather, but it wasn’t. The humidity was down and the wind had a slight crisp to it, I guess you could say. Still didn’t stop my apartment from being 82 degrees inside. But my autumn will come - and this year I’m going to be making my wreathe that I swore I would make every other year.

And I came thisclose to getting my hours cut again at work. It’s so frustrating about how much money I bring home at the end of the week. It’s almost laughable. Corporate read: I love my job but I could use a little more change in my pocket. The rich keep getting richer and the poor keep getting poorer, is what is happening. I won’t allow myself to be one of them. Which is why I hope and pray that this [blank] works out and I can fill whatever my job doesn’t pay me with extra cash.

I’m sleeping with my fingers crossed tonight.