caerula's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nothing to do with pricks, but a little about carolina girls, shagging, and porn I know I'm out of control when I find the title of the item I'm cataloging extremely funny. Prick of Conscience. Heh. I didn't know those things had consciences. Okay, so it's from 1534. But I still think it's funny. I need a nap. It's about Purgatory. How appropriate. A lot of books from the 1500s are about Hell and Purgatory and all the many many ways you can go there. I can see why it wasn't necessarily beneficial to know how to read. Actually, I've had a really good few days. Just not enough sleep. I got up at 6:30 am on Saturday, which is insane. But the quilt store had an anniversary sale on, and between 8 and 9 everything was 40% off. Which was so worth it. Quilt stuff is expensive, and hardly ever on sale, except for the cheap stuff at Joann's. It was insane. Wall to wall women at this place. Lots of older women shoving people out of the way with their canes and complaining about the crowd. But it was well worth it. I spent all of my remaining Christmas money, and bought way too much stuff. But it was so fun. Mom stood in line while I ran back and forth piling stuff on her. And I got all the fabric I need to finish my next two or three projects. Blue, bless his heart, said that he'd rather I spend all that money at once then $30 here and there, which for some reason bugs him. Since I balance the checkbook, I don't know why it should bother him, but oh well. Not a battle that's worth fighting. And you can hardly complain about a husband who doesn't mind when you spend over a hundred dollars on fabric. Well, I did buy a couple of books, too, so it wasn't just all that on cotton products. We then went on to our quilt guild meeting and saw a fantastic presentation by Sue Nickels, who is an incredible quilter, and, what's more, an entertaining speaker (not always the case with quilters). And I signed up to white glove at our quilt show in July, by which time I hope to have a quilt finished actually good enough to be in the show. And, of course, managed to spend some more money on the vendor who was there, since she had some really great bright flannels, and I still want to finish my flannel rag quilt. Sigh. It's an addiction. Mom and I went back to her house and admired our purchases and washed all the new fabric, and had lunch with Dad and YMB, and then YMB and I returned home to wake up Blue and I had loads of fun organizing and cutting the strips for my log cabin quilt. I talked to Queen V while Blue was waking up and getting cleaned up. She just moved to Boston to start her MLS coursework at Simmons College, and was fairly bummed as her parents had just left to go back to New York. You know, no matter how old you are, and how much you want to do something, that moment when you're alone with your decision is always hard. So I heard all about the vagaries of her new apartment (her cat found a hole under the sink where the pipes came out, and went exploring, and was nearly lost forever), her neighborhood, and the Boston public transport system. Then she got to hear all about my unsuccessful reproductive attempts this month and various adventures. It's funny. I sometimes envy her freedom to make whatever choices she wants and live where she wants to, and she, I know, envies that I'm happily married and settled. Although she doesn't want kids, and doesn't understand why I do. Which is hard to explain to someone who isn't really all that fond of kids in the first place. Oh well. And THEN (yes there's more) we had the exciting adventure of venturing out to Lowe's and Sam's Club. We used up the rest of our Christmas gift cards at Lowe's and bought a new desk chair, yay, although it's not put together yet, boo. And proceeded to spend lots of money at Sams on things like a 12-pack of Campbell's chicken noodle soup, extra-huge boxes of cereal and crackers, a huge amount of frozen chicken, and dozens of mini-pizzas in a box. It amazes me sometimes that I am in a position in my life where shopping at Sams Club is financially a good deal. I mean, we will consume all that stuff, and probably much faster than I expect. YMB lately has developed the hollow-leg syndrome, and we can hardly keep him from cleaning out the pantry in one go. Sunday he ate: three bowls of cereal. Two Gogurts. Two bowls of soup. Two popsicles. A bowl of ice cream. Half a bag of shredded cheese. An entire mini-pizza and some homemade french fries. And after that he wanted popcorn for a bedtime snack. Jesus Pete. This is the kid we used to have to cajole to finish one serving of anything. So anyway, annoying as it is to give my money to the Sam Walton empire, Sams Club is a good deal for us. Never mind which they have the cheapest photo developing around, and a decent discount on books. Sunday was a relaxing day, in between preparing foodstuffs for the kid. I finished cutting strips for the quilt. I took TWO naps. I watched way too much tv (see previous entry). Yesterday we cleaned the house. Gah. But, the computer area is far more organized now, and I found some nifty stuff in boxes we hadn't unpacked yet. My collection of 45s from elementary school and junior high: Billy Ocean, Kool and the Gang, Air Supply, and scariest of all, Jack Wagner). I found my high school class ring, which actually still fits on my finger, although it's a little tight. A bunch of CDs from my county music phase (I'm not even going to tell the "artists". It's far too embarrassing). I also went out to Joann's Etc and my mother ship, Target. I love our new Joann's store for the variety and expanded notions section and all the crafty stuff they have, and frequent sales. I detest for their complete lack of organization and efficiency. They have ONE PHONE at the checkout stations, so the check-out person in our line had to leave to go get a SKU on quilt batting because the other check-out girl was already on the phone. Sigh. And they have, get this, ONE MODEM for the ENTIRE STORE, so I always always write checks there. The last time my mom used a credit card, she got the same charge on her bill three times because, since the phone line was BUSY, the chick ran her card through three times. Idjit. And Target's always good and fun. I got some Aveeno body wash, which I hope will make my skin less snake-like and more smoothy-like. I also bought Blue some red plaid boxers for V-day. They say "Mr. Right" across the front. Also got some exercise clothes, since I start physical therapy on Wednesday. Blahsuck. I was good, though. No fingernail polish for me. I have no more room for any more little bottles. So although my weekend was not cool and pleathery and lesbianish like that of Weetabix, it was good for my standards. Query: how come lesbians get to be cooler than other women? Weetabix is not a lesbian. But she has cool lesbian friends. I want some cool lesbian friends. And today, the Queen of Passive Aggression is still gone. Until Thursday. And all day today I've been listening to my grad school soundtrack. Really, that's what it is. I burned it for Queen V and myself last year. It includes such gems as "Waterloo," "Summer Lovin'," "I Will Survive," and the classic South Carolina shag song, "Carolina Girls." We spent a lot of evenings at a disco dance bar in grad school. It was officially called "Nightworks", but we referred to it as "Cheeseworks." Shag has a slightly different connotation in South Carolina. I can't find the website for Nightworks. I wonder if it's gone. That would be sad. I tried to find a link to the lyrics for "Carolina Girls" for y'all. Frighteningly, I came back only with high school girls' soccer websites and porn links. So I'll just leave you with this gem: "California girls are sexy, New York girls are too, but Carolina girls got good looks and sweet personality too." Queen V particularly enjoys that bit, being a New Yorker herself. Speaking of ABBA, "Mama Mia" is coming to Detroit on tour next month. When I told Blue that I would love tickets for my birthday, he looked at me like I'd asked for a million dollars, or a trip on the space shuttle. I don't get it. What could be more fun than seeing a musical full of ABBA songs on your 29th birthday? Don't answer that. 12:51 p.m. - January 22, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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