Good News/Bad News

Good News: I'm good at something! It's so exciting you guys. Usually I learn something and I am really terrible at it. And you know how you just know deep down in your soul that you are never going to get any better at it? For instance, you haven't lived until you've seen me on ice skates. I even find it hilarious. I can barely move, except to fall down. I'm terrible with my feet. However, I'm awesome with my hands. Little detaily carpal tunnelly things like beading and sewing and stuff...I love it. So, this past December Momma-palooza taught me how to knit and even though the first thing (yes "thing") I made wasn't that great (I threatened to tear it out while yelling "I hate knitting! this is stupid! To which my sister calmed me down and made me continue...which makes her the lucky recipient of said "thing" next time I see her. Anyway, now I am somewhat of a MASTER. I'm going to teach Claire how to knit soon! I made my mom a beautiful scarf and she made her "I for real like this" face instead of her "Oh, how nice." face. I am making the Brannen a scarf right now and it is the best thing you have ever seen in your entire life. So I went out and bought myself this book today called Stich N' Bitch and soon I will be a knitting fool. Scarves be damned! I will be making hats, mittens, SCRUNCHIES even! For all of you who always say I'm hard to shop for (which by the way I am SO not hard to shop for) you can now buy me balls of yarn and call it a day. By the by, nothing is cuter than a kitty chasing a ball of yarn. Unless it's Brannen's kitty who attacked it and tried to kill it, as he does to all things.

Bad News: My little monkey head face kitty Lucy has a cold. Like a full out "achoo" cold. She is lying next to me right now and is breathing heavy and sneezing. And she's all groggy. I'm making her some chicken noodle soup and fresh squeezed OJ, but if she doesn't get better soon I will have to take her to the kitty doc. Um, she also has a case of the crazies. it's a long story but here are the key words...ghostbugs/kitty howl/ran into the wall. It's either the crazies or she's been hitting up the three year old apple pucker in the fridge. She also won't let me wear my new scarf that Trixie made me. Last night she pulled it off the hook, arranged it by the radiator and curled up in it. I'm not kidding. Anyway, she's fine, she likes it when I kiss her on her head over and over to the tune of Yankee Doodle so I'll just keep doing that, I guess.

Good News: At lunch today Mom-mogram handed me a really old store credit from Marshall Fields for not very much money that expireds tomorrow and sad, "Here, buy yourself a lipstick or something" (which PS, of all the make up in the world, lipstick is moms favorite and my least favorite...I think it's weird...) So I went to Marshall Fields and walked around and laughed my booty off at the prices of things. Then laughed harder when I saw people actually buying the stuff. But then when I remembered after a while that I hate Marshall Fields along with most department stores because there is just SO MUCH, and when I remembered that whether I have money or not...I will always be a Target girl, as soon as I decided to just go buy myself a lipstick and leave...I found the ultra sale rack. I'm talking ULTRA. Don't get too excited, it was all old lady clothes and nerdy girl clothes...but I found the diamond in the rough. A beautiful blue velvet blazer that looks fierce with jeans. I wanted it. It was my size. It was the only one. I tried it on and loved it. In the dressing room I talked to myself aloud, "You're hair looks cute today! You are getting so fat! You should wear eyeshadow everyday! This blazer is cute! I'm hungry!" And then I saw the sign saying that the room was being monitored by female security. Embarassing. Didn't matter because I then checked the price of the blazer. $119.00.........marked down to $20.00. SOLD! At the cash register all I could think of was tha my friend Brigitte would be really proud of me. I wonder why I thought that...I just did. And then I called Mom-bo to tell her what a deal I got and how much it must suck to be her since she gave me the credit when she could have used it. Oh well, live and learn. Way better than lipstick.

Bad News: At the book store today I spotted a cutie guy and followed him slyly into the how-to aisle. I grabbed a decoy book off the shelf and tried to catch a glimpse of what he was looking at...he saw me and I smiled. He looked at my book and frowned, then walked away. As soon as he walked away I knew I was holding something stupid. But did it have to be SO obviously sitcomy. Yes friends, it was THE KAMA SUTRA. I blushed...but not too hard cause I knew it would be such a great story later...and also cause if you are a guy and a girl smiles at you while holding a copy of The Kama Sutra and you hate it...you are gay.

Good News: Job interview today. Went well. Only part time though. I'll let you know if they call and then we will go partly celebrate by drinking half a bottle of champagne.

Bad News: I was a bad friend to Kris this week because I woke him up two days in a row to go get pancakes with me and because I missed his blogger party last night cause I was sleepy. I gave him a card with a picture of a kitty on it so he wouldn't be mad...but now I'd like to pubicly apologize. I'm sorry Kris-Monkey. I love you.

Good News: Project Runway finale is this week and I am so excited. I would like to publicly announce that I'm sort of rooting for Santino. I know everyone hates him but I thought he was the most creative, even when he failed, and I thought he had the most unique style, and I thought he was funny, especially when he did impressions of Tim Gunn. And I know he was a real jerk at times, but he seems like someone I'd hang out with. And his collection is beautiful wheras I think Daniel's is very safe and Chloe's is...um...whats the word?...Heinous? I think Brannen said it was like costumes you would find in storage at a community playhouse.

Bad News: On the News just now they said, "Coming up next...Botox for Children"