Last week was pretty uneventful. I'm getting into the swing of things with school again. There's not an enormous amount of reading like last semester, and the instructor actually participates in the online discussions. I managed to write my paper on the Sarbanes-Oxley Act, which is due at the end of this week. (And No, I didn't use the "Dummies" book, I just thought it was a humorous graphic.)
Graduation ceremonies is on Saturday. Can I say a big WOO HOO!?! It's a bit of a buzz kill going through graduation ceremonies knowing that I still have 6 more weeks of class left. So you'll probably hear me belting out an even larger WOO HOO in December when I finish class. *big grin*
On the stiching front, I've got my 12 Days of Christmas presents purchased and just need to wrap them up and get them in the mail to the recipient. I am still singing, "Who Let The Frogs Out?". For some reason, I was having a terrible time with Purple Garden last week. I frogged at *least* six times! Ack. I think I'm on the right track now. Obviously with all that frogging, I didn't finish an entire section. But here's the progress so far:
I think that's why the fabric looks purple instead of pink.
I do have a bit of a rant this week, so excuse me while I carefully step up on soapbox I have. Don't laugh, ya'll know how clumsy I am. OK, now for the rant...
The BF took me out for breakfast yesterday to a small family-style restaurant. I've been there many times, and the waitress we had has worked there a long, long time. I ordered my breakfast with scrambled eggs. I'd say 99.8% of the time, I order scrambled eggs. BF heard me order scrambled eggs. My plate comes with eggs over-easy. I didn't notice right away because I was fiddling with the newspaper while she set the plate down and walked away. As soon as I noticed, I did the little finger gesture (No, the *that* one!) to get her attention. I told her she brought me the wrong eggs. Why did she bring me the wrong ones? Because... She wrote it down wrong. The waitress goes to the kitchen to order more eggs. I thought it a bit odd that she didn't take my plate, but whatever. Five minutes later, she returns with an empty saucer plate and tells me to slide my eggs onto it! A bit odd, but OK. I managed to get the eggs onto the saucer without making a mess. Guess what was swimming in the grease under my eggs? Thankfully, not a bug! There was a hair that wasn't mine!! When the waitress returned to retrieve the over-easy eggs, I told her there was hair on my plate. She then says, "Well, let's just get you a whole new plate", grabs it and walks away. She was nice as pie the rest of breakfast, and I was peeved because truly my meal should've been comp'd. BF says that's the last time we'll eat there. Seriously, what kind of restaurant provides service like that and makes the customer pay for it?!
*steps down off the soapbox*