Two Down

I dropped off the UT application yesterday; only Kentucky is left to do. Once upon a time, I had visions of myself having all of my applications finished and sent by November 1. Hah! Then, I though, I'll get them all done before Christmas. Well, I came close. But I'm way behind in my Christmas gift crafts, so UK will have to wait until January.

And the status of those Christmas crafts?
* Afghan: 4 of 5 panels are completed; 1 panel left plus assembly and fringe.
* Scarf 1: 3 more inches in length and fringe left to do. I would have been done this past weekend, except I'm making this one for my sister's fiance who is 6'4", so I had to add some length. It would also help if my cable stitch holder didn't have the magical ability to grow legs and relocate to various hiding spots within my apartment.
* Scarf 2: Bought the yarn. I'm tempted to say "The heck with this one," but I bought specific colors to match my uncle's favorite football team and I'm not sure what I'd do with the yarn if I don't make the scarf (other than hang onto it until next Christmas).
* Cross-stitch: About 1/5 finished.

I unexpectedly got a life post-Thanksgiving, which threw off my whole schedule. So guess what I'll be doing every spare moment from now until next Thursday?

And, yet, despite my newfound busyness, I still have nothing interesting to write. Nothing. No stories to tell, no reports to give (haven't been running in two weeks---gah!), no drunken adventures to recount. I have some recipes to share, but I keep forgetting to type them at home. There's not even any really good gossip to share (other than speculation about Katie's bump shrinkage and reports that my new imaginary boyfriend may be cheating on me).

So I'll steal a page from ACW to drum up material: What do you want to know about me? Ask me anything and I'll answer. Within reason. For obvious reasons, I won't reveal any identifying details, such as my full name or where I work. And keep in mind, this is a (dysfunctional) family channel. Also keep in mind that I have a fragile ego and a lack of questions could keep me in therapy well into the next decade (I'm not above begging).

Ask away!