Endless Babbling…

My mum hogged the computer this morning. *laughs* But it got me doing something else other than laying on the couch on the laptop. I had two shirts cut out and pinned for a bit now, well today I did all the sewing on them. Got the one finished even. *smiles* I just need to get some snaps and I’ll be able to finish the other one.  Plus I’ve got a skirt cut out, and mostly pinned. So as soon as I get all that done, I’ll take pictures, and share.

Wrote an entry for Azi tonight…just for something to do. The inital thought came while I was getting ready to post Raven’s update for the night.  It didn’t quite go the way I was expecting…I didn’t realize the poor bloke was having such a rough time of it. *pats him on head*  I’m sure it’ll get better…I would hope so anyway.

Found a survey thingy…It’s 180 questions…I’ll see about getting it filled out and put up tomarrow, or something. *laughs*

Hopefully my glasses will be in tomarrow…not that I really want them that badly, but just to have them in case I need them. And I think these contacts are going to work out…so I should get me some of them ordered as well. Still getting use to them moving on me. But at least now when far away is blurry, I know all I have to do is blink a couple times, and things should clear back up.

Got an e-mail back from Amazon.com…Seems they’ve been having a bit of trouble with their shipping of late. They don’t know when they’ll be able to fix the problem. So I don’t know when I’ll get my hands on Alan Rickman as Rasputin. *sigh*  I guess it’s time to look for an alternative source…though I’m not sure where else to look.

Pet’s latest stupidity…It hasn’t even been two weeks since he manged to hurt himself on a borrowed snow mobile. So what does he do? Goes out and buys himself a bigger more powerful one than what he was riding at the time…AND…plans on entering some race or competition that’s going on in two weeks. WTF? Is there NO brain activity what-so-ever in that thick skull of his? Appartently not. *rolls eyes*
I just keep telling him a good job…with the meaning implied that he’s going to hurt himself, and if he’s going to, he might as well make it fatal. You would think he’d learn, but no, guess not.  (Earth to idiot, do you not remeber Jacob? You know, guy whose name is the boys second middle name…guy who managed to get himself killed on a snow mobile.)  But like I keep saying…Just do a good job.

Well…I think that about covers it all…I so need a life. *laughs*