I haven’t had a lot of time this week to continue some bag projects, but I think I’ll be making a lot of progress tonight. I have been commissioned to make a few of them recently. I tested out one pattern and it’s a good thing I did, because my strap was too short.

On Tuesday, I went to the famous Transperformance in Northampton. It’s always a good reminder of the depth of great local music here.

Tom DeLay and Matt Lauer are fighting on the Today show right now. Awesome.

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They are demolishing an old school in my neighborhood to make way for a CVS. Knocking down three walls reveals the mural painted on the wall of what must have been the gymasium.

Photo Friday submission.

No matter what I do it will never be enough. No matter how much I work hard I’ll never feel like there’s not more to give.

Just blowing off some steam. Veiled steam.

I realized something about myself when I was buying a car these past few weeks. I realized that I have gotten better at not taking bullshit from anyone. Not to say I wasn’t good at it before, but I’ve gotten better at dealing with it right as it happens.

And you know how much bullshit there is to deal with buying a car, right. Enough to fill an eighteen-wheeler. When it came to purchasing extra warranties, the finance manager applied scare tactics.

Him: Just so you know, your car was the most stolen car in 2007

Me: [Stare directly into his eyes] Don’t try to scare me.

Him: I’m not—

Me: OK, all I am saying is that scare tactics are not the way to go with me.

Him: OK, OK.

And that was that. From that point on, his delivery was monotone and I pleasantly declined the extra and unnecessary warranties.

So, I felt good about that. I’d stood my ground in a situation where I knew someone was trying to get me to spend more money.

But I also felt like shit, because I had to be a bitch. It’s possible that it’s something that is programmed in women, that we’re not supposed to rock the boat or upset people but I genuinely felt bad and had to ask Matt if I seemed out of line. There was another less confrontational situation with my salesman where he asked me to sign a form that hadn’t been filled out completely yet. I refused to sign it. A little while later he came back with a fully filled out form, which I signed.

Later, I asked Matt if I seemed, again, out of line for not wanting to sign a form with dollar signs on it that hadn’t been completely filled out. He assured me that he would have done the same thing.

Why, when it seems I have been successful at work and feel I am really making strides in my career, do I have to feel shameful during the car-buying process? Obviously, I’ve gotten where I am today for a reason, right?

I have come to the happy realization that I am obsessed with fabric. Can you blame me?

Scrabulous is back (on facebook) so you can stop worrying about my sanity. I’ve been pretty obsessed with it for the past couple of weeks. The great thing about it is that I can play a game of Scrabble with anybody anywhere. I have a Scrab partner in the U.K. My dad and Maggie are also playing with me, as is Matt and Heather and now Jo B. Did I miss anyone? You, perhaps?

I hope you don’t think this is become a techy blog. I promise real updates when they come. There are going to be some big ones. You’ll see.

Apparently, it’s not me.

You Can’t Be Too Thin. Or Too Powerful, sounds like something Donald Trump would say. It also sounds sort of like the subject line of some of the spam emails that end up in my inbox.

It’s also just a terribly unhealthy message to send.

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Just sitting here and wondering when I am going to get off my ass and do something today.

There is nothing better than a Saturday morning doing nothing except watching bad TV, playing Scrabble on Facebook and… that’s about it.

Last night I went to a work-related meeting/party at a friend/fellow blogger’s house in Hamp. It’s nice to see my co-workers outside the workplace. However, I was again reminded of how many men I work with. I was one of only three women at the party.