Now I want you to realize that there is no end to how dorky I really am. Fortunately my husband finds this to be an endearing trait. Or he’d better since he married me knowing that I found sitting at home researching something or knitting to generally be far more fun than going out all gothed up to a bar. A short story to illustrate my point, the other day I was on the phone with my dad and he decided to be all clever and ask me a question he was sure I wouldn’t know the answer to. The question was ‘How was the Microwave invented?” Now of course I know the answer since I unlike his other nonexistant children like science. For the answer I point thee in the direction of google.com. Anyway getting back to how big a dork am I, I have these shoes and they are *very* special to me. I first found them before I even met my husband and didn’t get them since I was kind of broke and they were around 120 dollars. However a few years later through the glory and wonder that is the internet and more specifically fleabay I got a pair. Well I have now aquired my third pair. I would wear these shoes for the rest of my life if I could continue to find them. I have a feeling this will probably be the last pair though and that makes me sad. However will I dress like an art fag librarian if I don’t have some nice pilgrim shoes?

In other news…My kitties really miss my husband and so do I. A big part of our family is missing. *yes I realize I have replaced much of my maternal urge with my cats and I’m ok with that really* They keep wandering the house looking for him, I at least got over my instant joy of seeing the car in the driveway and thinking he was home till I remembered that he was away. Deployments really suck. I am proud of him but they are the super suck of military life. Last night I was watching good eats and Alton was trimming a tenderloin and then making this glorious steak with a brandy cream pan sauce. I had planned on making some chicken from my freezer but instantly I had to have steak. So first I went to walmart since it was the closest store that was still open, then I went to food lion and finally kroger. All three of them denied me the meaty goodness i was searching for. I finally settled on some sirloin at kroger. At this point I’m driving home and its after 10 and I realize there is no way in hell I’m going to make a feast so after about an hour and twenty minutes of hunting and three stores I ended up with burger king.

So today or rather yesterday at this point is my birthday. I’m 29 this year. One more year then I hope to renew through the fiery ritual of carousel.  My friend Steve came up to hang out which was nice. We ventured to walmart when he got in and stocked up on frozen food. Yes I know I am a self proclaimed food nut but the last thing I wanted to do was deal with making feasts on my day of joy. Anyway…we decided to try and get through all of season one of BSG. So we watched a couple of episodes then decided sleep was in order. Saturday we finished the season about 9 pm and ran to walmart to get the next season. However we only made it through about half of it before he had to leave since he had gaming today. I also got much knitting accomplished. Come to find out they released *half* a season so now I feel rather dumb. Today I cleaned up from the podding and listened to an audio book while I worked on my latest creation. I finished the site I was working on, well the first part anyway. Just waiting on some stuff to get done before I continue it. This week I plan on starting my big project of the year which is getting everything in boxes labeled. Much as I would love to weed through things I think my husband would be distressed. He hates when I ‘clean’ him. I was also told by a third party that cleaning someone like I had before was "wrong". Please note that my husband has or rather had boxes of paper that he hadn’t opened since he packed them three moves and several years ago;)  Anyway…I should go to bed since I get vastly more accomplished when I get up early in the morning than when I sleep in.