Jeans and Sneakers

But Easter is a chocolate holiday for guys and girls, whereas Valentine’s Day, society seems to have deemed a Female holiday.  I have no idea why, since love is SUPPOSED to go two ways in a relationship.  I digress.

This weekend was fun.  Saturday I couldn’t stay in the house and decided to go looking for Dye. I was going to dye my sock yarn.  That didn’t quite work out, cause I couldn’t find any.  I was going to buy kool-aid, but when I thought about it, I could spend $1 for each  3 packets of color, I would need at least 8 packets for each skein I had (one packet per oz of yarn), but I wanted the colors to be darker, so probably more than that per skein.  And then the supermarket didn’t have the green kool-aid, so I’d have had to buy twice as many packets for the skein I’d planned on being green, and I’m thinking. . .30 packets of kool-aid. . .if I’m lucky (10 packets per skein, 20 for the green skein) that would be dark enough, but that’s already $10.  On Kool-aid.  This was supposed to be cheap.  I could buy a blue and a green jar of dye that’ll likely last me AGES for $3.99 a jar at KnitPicks, (plus shipping, but c’mon, like I’m going to buy something from KnitPicks that’s not yarn without buying yarn too, shipping is covered.).  Hmm.  Which is the better option here?  I think the starter kit for $20 would be perfect.   Anyhow, I didn’t find any dye, and I haven’t ordered any yet.

Sunday started out stupid, because sometimes everyone gets cranky.  It turned out alright though.  Rob and I went to this RX-7 meetup in Valley Stream, and I thought I was going to be totally bored and left out the whole time, but I wasn’t.  There were nice people there, and I even made a contact with a guy who’s going to be looking to sell a 1st gen soon.  It sounded awesome, but he didn’t give me a price yet, so we’ll see if he even contacts me at all.  It started snowing towards the end, and that was bizarre, considering it’s April.

Afterwards we went to Rob’s grandma’s for Easter dinner, which was pretty much just pasta and the other stuff she makes for family gatherings, which is awesome.  And then we came home.  We watched some Star Trek.  And we relaxed.  It was nice.   Perhaps the begininning of a Sunday night ritual, cause I could use some relaxing like that on a weekly basis.

Today at work some dude called me a useless cunt.  He was totally in the wrong too.  He called back much later (after I hung up on him, nicely) and wanted to apologize, but I wouldn’t speak to him.  Why give him the satisfaction of saying he’s sorry?  Would he really mean it?  Screw you buddy, hope you still feel guilty.

I kind of want to start this sweater, but I really want to finish the second mom sock first, so I’m back to my same old, same old.  Hopefully I can bang this sock out and get that sweater going.  :]