Completely random junk about cleaning, eating healthier, and needles.

I wasn't planning on posting tonight but here I am anyway. I probably just have a minute before the boy nags me into going to bed. I've already mentioned how productive we've been this weekend, and totte has mentioned it, too, so I won't bother going into that again. I spent an unreasonable amount of time today playing with RSS feeds and CSS layouts today. Independently, that is, not at the same time. I'm such a nerd.

M and I are supposedly working on eating lighter meals. We came up with this Friday morning. Friday evening, we went out to eat Chinese, and last night we had steak with bearnaise. I don't think we've quite grasped the concept of eating light! :) Well, we're doing a little better than I'm making it sound. The other meals were not bad, and the Chinese was already planned, so. I need to implement some sort of exercise routine, but the thought makes me queasy. And tired.

I tried to use cleaning as a cure-all for my problems a while back. It was a great idea. I decided that any time I got bored or restless (M would assure you that it happens frequently), I would have to go clean something. It worked for a couple of days. The first time I caught myself refreshing my friends page twice in five minutes, I had to get up and do something else. The idea was that breaking up my day would lead to less restlessness and a cleaner house, not to mention the added bonus of a little more activity than I would be getting otherwise. I mean, I wouldn't go so far as to call it exercise, but still, you know what I mean. It didn't last, of course, because I conveniently forgot about it after a couple of successful cleaning episodes. The best of intentions, but it was really doomed to failure. I'm not sure what I was thinking, anyway.

My parents bought me some knitting needles and yarn for Christmas, and my mom has promised to teach me the basics of how it works. Like I need another reason to collect string, really. I'm also not sure I can be trusted with long sharp objects. I certainly can't be trusted with short sharp objects--that's one of the reasons I mainly gave up on cross-stitch. I lose my needles constantly. I know I should just stick them in the fabric or pincushion or other safe and designated needle area, but I always seemed to forget that in the heat of the moment and stick it into the arm of the couch, or worse yet, the cushion beside me. This provoked my husband into fits of (warranted) lectures. I still like to buy cross-stitch stuff, though, so I'm officially not allowed to go down those aisles in craft stores. I don't know, there's just something about all of those pretty colors and patterns that make my fingers itch. I did buy two small plastic Christmas patterns last week on clearance. M glared at me when I pulled them out to show him. ;) I have heaps of things that I haven't finished, most of which I haven't even started, so I guess I see his point. But it was on sale! Not that I've finished the Christmas things I've bought the other two years, but let's not talk about that.