Really liked the house yesterday. Submitted a bid today. My fingers are crossed that it will be accepted. Of course I am terribly nervous either way. If it is accepted, am I making the right decision? Am I in over my head? If it is not accepted, will I ever find another house that will compare? No wonder I have such a headache!

I had planned on taking the day off work but I was pulled in at last minute. They need me to teach a one-hour class this morning and then I am free. At 1:00 Lisa and I are going to look at a house that our real estate agent said “is the one!” Our hopes are so high that we’re bringing mom with us to check it out.
The knitting class before last, we were given directions on knitting a hat. So this last knitting class, I walked in and threw the completed hat on the work table. A woman (the woman who couldn’t figure how to measure 6 feet without standing on her chair) said, “We never learned how to finish the hat, how did you finish it?”
“Oh, I read the directions,” I responded.
“You read the directions?”
“The directions were very clear.”
“Bitch”
I believe she said it in a good-natured way. Maybe next class she will punch me in a good-natured way.
I am so tired this morning because I stayed up late last night to watch Reason for Living: The Jill Ireland Story. Lance Henriksen portrayed my man Charles Bronson and he did a very good job. He wore the mock turtleneck and blazer with just the right modicum of cool. Jill Clayburgh portrayed Jill Ireland which I thought was rather odd casting. Jill Ireland was beautiful in that Sharon Tate-way. You almost have to brace yourself before you look at them because their beauty will take your breath away. That physical presense just doesn’t translate through Jill Clayburgh. Regardless, it was worth staying up to watch and battling the fatigue for today.

Dawn Eden sent me pix of her Captain Zoom record and album cover– I posted them on My Name is Zoom. Thanks Dawn!

I had one of these: speak n spell

retroCRUSH has a copy of Mike Nesmith’s green wool hat. Lucky bastard. Of course, since I am now a knitter, (I think we can make it official since I have produced 2 scarves, 1 hat, and 1 pink coif courtesy of Knitty.com) I can knit one myself!

Lisa and I were walking through Best Buy when I spotted the 2nd season DVD of the Monkees! “Li Li!” I cried, “It’s the Monkees!” Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. An older man stood smiling at me. Bastard wants me to move, I thought. What, am I blocking the Baywatch DVDs?
“Donna?” he said. The man looked slightly familiar and I figured it was an old colleague. “I don’t know if you remember me, I’m your old Coach Opp!”
It was him! Just grayer and without the Freddie Mercury mustache. Who exactly is this man? Well, from 1987 through 1992 Coach Opp was alternately my Health (a.k.a. sex education) teacher and my shot put and discus coach. Oh, the secret crush I harbored for him! I remember during Track and Field practice, he would send the throwers to the weight room and have us lift for an hour every other day. (You should see my prom picture, I am the only girl sporting 24-inch pythons). The one day he told Lisa it was time for her to bench press. As she laid down on the bench, he straddled her chest, clapped his hands together and yelled, “ARE YOU READY TO WORK!” Lisa was so very embarrassed, yet I could tell she was also slightly enthralled. Me, I was jealous!
“Uh, I need to bench press too, uh, can you spot me Coach?”
“No, Donna; you already bench pressed today!”
To this day Lisa likes to throw this incident in my face. Thankfully she doesn’t mention the time I lost control of the discus and it went flying across the field and through the wide spread legs of Coach Opp. Gosh, he was mad. I don’t blame him now in retrospect. At any rate, I was completely flustered seeing him there in Best Buy and I could feel my face heat up. We reminisced over the old days. I mentioned how I remember when he had to leave class because his wife was in labor. He told me his son is now 16-years-old! My feelings for ole Opp remain the same. A decade and a half later, he still reduces me to a pile of jelly. Once we said goodbye and walked away, Lisa looked at me and said, “Donna! You are completely broken out in hives!” Red splotches covered my cheeks and neck. Some things never change.

Donna

“Nice!” Matter of fact, one of the nicest years ever! Really helped the family and friends when they needed it. Is always polite. Extremely honest. What’s more, adds a good sense of humor to situations, which is always a “nice” touch. Don’t go overboard on the sweets though. Think of your teeth! And remember, faithful brushing always scores points on my list!

What can I say? Santa KNOWS!

I also found a better online English –> German dictionary than the one I’ve been using. Dict.cc (Englisch/Deutsch Wörterbuch) not only translates the word but also will pronounce it for you!

This morning, I sat by the hotel pool feeling the warm sun on my face. This evening, I dug my car out of a snowdrift.

Tomorrow I catch a plane to Florida. No, I am not vacationing in Disney World; this trip is work-related. It is the yearly trade show which means 12 hours of standing on hard, concrete floors and nights filled with too much food and spirits. I can hardly wait.