hi, friends.
i've decided to change things up a bit and i won't be blogging here any longer.
my new blog is http://moxiefarm.blogspot.com/ if you'd care to visits.
cheers!
i've been back in MN for about 5 days, but somehow it feels as if i never left. except, you know, my friends bought houses and their kids got bigger. but other than that, things are pretty much just as i left them.
i take some comfort in that.
because of the relocation, i'm back on the job hunt. i've got an interview set up with an assisted living facility on monday morning. could be a fun gig and i imagine the hours will work with my school schedule.
<shrug>
cross your fingers for me, eh?
i'm feeling the need to bake again - but my growing waistline is indicating that might not be the best idea. i'll just have to quell that urge for a couple of weeks . . . and then i'll whip up another batch of cupcakes for tiffany and sabrina's birthday party.
i finally got around to cleaning/oiling my sewing machine (thanks, mom!). this should have been done awhile ago, as my friend jennifer had placed an order - and the fabric had been sitting around (waiting to become a drawstring backpack) for over a week.
now that i've finished that project, i think i'm going to dive into a puzzle i've been meaning to work on for... oh... a few years.
actually i *did* finish this puzzle once - i even glued it together and was planning to frame it - but it ended up getting lost during one of my moves. sadness.
when i finish it this time, i'll be getting it up on the wall post haste.
earlier this week it felt like fall was in the air, but i see the forecast high for tomorrow is 91. indian summer? let's hope not. i'm ready for a little scarf action.
it's official.
i am completely, utterly, hopelessly addicted to the show 'mad men.'
this is a perfect example of why i tend to stay away from television. when i find something i like, i don't just casually watch it - i obsess over it, and the rest of my life gets shoved to the back burner.
dirty clothes? what dirty clothes?
who needs a shower anyway?
this show is particularly dangerous to me, as it takes place in the 1960s, my favorite decade, the decade i'm certain i was meant to have been born into (i was misplaced in the 80s, you see. silly, confused storks...).
manhattan in the 60s. all that glamour plus a delicious undercurrent of radical social change.
i want to go to there. please.
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