Geesh, every time I see the Oscar Meyer commercial with those little kids singing, it makes me laugh. Remember when we were little tykes?
I was so feisty 'n shit, always trying to make new things, getting yelled at for cutting a pattern off of one of my sisters dresses.
I remember once, when we lived in Japan there were so many snails in our back yard after it had rained. Huge ones, tiny ones, so tiny you needed a magnifying class to see it. I decided I wanted to keep some as pets so I emptied out my sisters pencil box and loaded it up with snails of all sizes. Boy did I get my ass kicked.

So I've figured out my sewing machine and now I'm going sew-crazy making things. So far I've fixed a curtain hanging over the door on our sun porch (it was too long), then I took an old jersey pillowcase and made it into an iron board cover, now I'm on a quest to make an apron.
I'm very excited kids. Although, this fad may pass just like the time I had to learn how to crochet and knit.

I'm trying out my new sewing machine. I wanna bust a cap in someone's ass. This thing is so hard to figure out, though it may be me and it's the easiest thing to work.

So I informed the friend that she is more than welcome to stay with me (along with another guest) during her visit, just not five girls, six including her...Her response:

-HUH? Ohhh, I or we weren't planning on staying with you guys, we don't want to inconvenience you, I have been looking into hotels in the area, by the way, what hotels would you recommend-

Yeah right...She was being convenient all right. She conveniently forgot she asked me if she could stay over, then mentioned that five of her friends were coming with her. I basically told her that Sean does not want that many people staying over (which is the truth).

I'm gonna snack on some cheerios.

Cheerio!

The sewing machine my sister gave me finally came in. Well actually I had to pick it up at Fedex because Fedex kept fucking up.
I took it out of it's box, all new and shiny. All I can do is look at it for now. It's like a car engine, I don't know what the hell to do with it.
I can't wait to make stuff with it.

I made an apple pie. A brown sugar apple pie. I had a lot of trouble with the pie crust. I didn't have a rolling pin so I used a wine bottle. I couldn't quite make the dough wide enough to fit the pan so I just did what I could and made the bottom half as wide as I could and just put more dough where there were holes. It was a two crust pie and the top half ended up coming out right.
I called this my practice pie especially since I was screwing up the dough...I didn't really measure the ingredients either when I did the filling and it tastes so good, especially when it's warm.

Starting tomorrow I will be on an excersize regimen.
I put on some old sweats and caught a glimpse of my ass in the mirror and the thing resembled something I'd normally make fun of.
It doesn't help that I made spaghetti sauce from scratch and lotsa pasta, and spinach artichoke dip with shallots over the weekend either.
I know what you are thinking...stop complaining and do something about it...

WELL I WILL ALRIGHT!

I still have to do something about all those apples we got from apple picking...AND I want to make pumkin swirl cheese cake.

So this friend I have that I posted about...I don't appreciate her assuming she can stay at my apartment with five of her friends...I am trying to figure out a nice way of saying, hell fucking no.
It's gonna be hard because she's one of those friend of the family types and I don't want any riffs.

Am I a mean person?

It took me an hour or so to open up a bottle of red wine. I broke the friggen cork screw in the cork and it was hell. I finally got it out and only drank 1 glass.

Okay, the "friend" I am speaking of in the last post reminds me of one of the girls on an Mtv Reality show called Rich Girls...Jaime Reischler. If you're curious, go check out the show.