Wednesday, March 23, 2005

"If life is a bowl of cherries, what am I doing in the pits?"

Wow. I still can't believe how unlucky I was to inherit my father's sinuses, even though I've had to put up with the problems they give me for 27 years. Right now, I'd like to poke them with a screw driver just to let out the pressure.

Anyway, I got to play with bacteria in lab today and mess with its genes. Biology is fun! Cross your fingers that when I go back in a week, my little project worked and the E. Coli sample that I messed with will be resistant to the ampicillin I tossed it in. I can't wait to see how fuzzy my little petri dish will be!
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Lately my tarot cards have been saying that I've been turning my back on my heart and creativity. I got the same 3 cards during my morning reading, 3 days in a row (I shuffled them like a mad-woman, too!). Creepy. I took it as a signal to start knitting again since I've had to put it aside for a bit to focus on school. Guess what? After working on the hub's way-past-due birthday blanket for a few hours last night, those same cards didn't show up in this morning's reading. Even more creepy. I shall use this as an excuse to abandon homework and knit constantly. It's a good thing, too. I have so many holiday gifts to do that I need to get started right away (as soon as I finish hub's blanket, that is).


P.S. I miss Erma Bombeck.


xo,
Ms. V

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Soon it will be 60 to 70 degrees and he won't need a blanket. I miss Erma too.

Erin said...

hey, you wanna knit me a bathing suit?

;)

Ms. V said...

If you've got the measurements ready, I've got the patterns.

Watch out. I'm a woman with a pair of knitting needles and a closet full of yarn!

Erin said...

I'm not sure I'd really want to admit any measurements to anyone. Especially north-of-the-border measurements.

Ms. V said...

Oh, that's right. Centimeters, huh? Yikes.

As your sister, your measurements would, of course, be safe with me. Besides, all you have to do is remember that I'm twice your size.

If it makes you feel any better, I just lied about my weight on my new life insurance policy. I admitted that I lied though, so it's OK (it is, isn't it?)