JUST SOME RANDOM THOUGHTS
I HAVE NO RAMEN NOODLES!
The other day, for some odd reason, I was craving some good ole ramen noodles. I used to eat ramen noodles all of the time when living at home and in college, of course. Anyway, I can’t imagine any household not having a package of ramen noodles in the cupboards or cabinets … I start boiling my pot of water before rummaging through my cupboard for a package of noodles. But much to my amazement, I have no ramen noodles! Seriously! No noodles.
When I crave something, I want it. I want ramen noodles sprinkled with shredded cheese. Mmmmm. I had to make a special trip to the grocery store to pick up a few packages, and I had ramen noodles with cheese for lunch today. Mmmmmm. My craving has been satisfied, and my cupboard has a couple of ramen packages. :) Yah. So, I should be good for the rest of the year.
CROCHETING MACHINE
I am crocheting machine. I crochet in the morning when I get up, and I crochet at night when I come home from work. When I’m not working, I’m crocheting. I’m sitting in front of the TV and crocheting like a madwoman. To date, I have completed three scarves … yah! When I have the chance, I’ll post a photo of the completed scarves, because I’m pretty proud of myself. :) With practice, I’m getting faster and better. And more importantly, I’m enjoying crocheting. And my cats enjoy tackling the loose yarn. Fun for everyone.
When I’m at work, all I want to do is go home and crochet. How sad am I? I’m working on three projects at the moment … two scarves and a baby blanket. I had leftover yarn from a previous blanket (which to my memory really didn’t turn out well but I gave it as a gift anyway). For some reason, I’m just anxious to continue working on these prokects … just sit in front of the TV and crochet like the wind.
READING BEFORE BEDTIME
When I’m not crocheting, I’m trying to read a book before I go to bed. I get ready for bed and then curl up in my bed with a book … at the moment, a good murder mystery by Erica Spindle. And I’m thinking I shouldn’t be reading murder mysteries before I go to bed because I’m getting a little paranoid about some dangerous guy lurking in the shadows of my apartment or something. I know it’s crazy, but I get scared easily … I’ll admit it, I’m a pansy.
When I was younger, I was terrified of the Incredible Hulk … just simply terrified. I’m still a little traumatized by the memory of opening the house door to see the Hulk standing there during a Halloween party my parents threw when we used to live in Florida. I remember peeking out from behind a chair and keeping an eye on the big green guy. So not cool, Mom and Dad, not cool. My sisters still like to torment me about that little fact about me.
