Hello, Police? I'd like to report a robbery that took place Friday night. The Tampa Bay Lightning were robbed of a victory when the Andreychuk Modin goal was dissallowed by the stickin' officials up in the skybox. (Is that you?) Modin was obviously (and violently) pushed, and his skate unintentionally pushed the puck into the net. If it were intentional, yeah, it wouldn't count. We were robbed! Friday we also missed getting together with Jen and Mr. Man of Very Big Blog fame. There will be another chance, I'm sure.

Let's see...had lunch Saturday and then visited the Great Big Fabric Store with Sid. The rest of the weekend was given over to sewing. I absolutely love sewing, except when things don't come out perfectly. Apparently, I have this perfectionist streak. Fortunately I don't expect anyone else to be perfect except for me. The fabric I am working with is beautiful though, it's hard to stay angry at anything made of it. I had 4 1/2 yards in my fabric stash, sitting there, aging. I started mulling over the possiblity of using it for the dress for my Big Day shortly after the announcement; I took it as a good omen when the fabric store had another bolt of it after a months-long absence so I could get more. It's not a color I normally wear, but wow, it is yummy. I suppose a minor sewing setback is inevitable in any project, but the costuming endevour prior to this one had no hitches...oh well, it is fixable, one way or another.

I field-tested the sound system on Godfrey's new car Sunday, I drove it to the grocery store, bringing along my favorite Beastie Boys cd. It was fun to watch the rear view mirror vibrate. I tend to blow out car speakers, so I should probably take it easy with the G-Man's vehicle. (No residential neighborhoods were disturbed in the field testing of said car stereo.) Got a haircut yesterday too. Got 'em all cut, except for my bangs. Having long straight hair makes it easy, I just had Godfrey even out the back length for me. I know if I were to ever have one of those magazine make-overs, the first thing some fruity stylist would want to do is cut my hair. No way, pal! It took me years to get it this long.

Skins are on the way. I love the concept of skins, I enjoy accessorizing, so why shouldn't my journal do the same? Leopard print will be just one of the options. Good practice for work, too. Speaking of which, the office is changing health insurance providers, and things are picking up a little too.

I will be doing lots more sewing in the next couple of weeks, so I probably won't be able to post as much as I would like, I will try to keep in touch with my bloggy friends, however. Blogging has become a tad odd recently, but nothing to dissuade me from continuing to blather on and on in cyberspace. "Push away from the table and say, 'No more lime Jell-O for ME, Mom!" as my good friend Mary used to say in high school. Which reminds me, I ought to drop her a line.