This past week has been super-weird - I need to preface this entry by saying that. In my non-knitting life, things are really heating up....in the case of the project I've been working on since January, that's a good thing - I can log more hours and really hold out hope that this thing is going to take off! In other areas, it's not so good - Tyler's work situation continues to suck, and as his hours get whittled away more and more with each passing week, so does our "fun" money. We aren't the type of people who live really high on the hog - for us, a blowout is to go out to dinner and spend less than fifty bucks on a meal and a few beers. We are, unfortunately, very good at being broke - our three years in Portland was a great crash course in this, and let me tell you, we ate a LOT of pancakes and quesadillas. I digress - where I was going with all this is to say that, along with the rest of the world, we're feeling the pinch and tightening our belts. For those of you not familiar with Spa Week, it's a twice-a-year promotional event that my place of work has participated in years past, but opted out of this time around. Though I have complained about being overscheduled during Spa Weeks of the past, I also appreciate the fact that I have people to work on and a paycheck that doesn't suck (see above). Let's just say I was busier than I thought I'd be, but not busy enough to make up for not taking part in the promotion. So it goes. The next few weeks may not be pretty, but I'm determined not to let The Man get me down.
|Prince was right.|
|Stalagmite the First|
Well, if you made it to the end of this post, thanks for reading - now you know why I typically don't mention my personal life on here! Here's a little something to make up for this misery guts of a blog entry: