tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28782659.post6629304638040471589..comments2023-10-05T12:53:03.122-04:00Comments on Gourmet Knitting Disaster: PlansHeatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12382999030355908598noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28782659.post-3045093528809346032007-04-25T13:17:00.000-04:002007-04-25T13:17:00.000-04:00I actually hate plans...or planning. In my life, I...I actually hate plans...or planning. In my life, I've found all plans to be worthless. There were similar instances in my childhood to H's LA story- but unlike her, I drew a different lesson: NEVER, NEVER, NEVER think about things in advance, never prepare, never worry...life for the moment, because the best laid plans of mice and etc.<BR/><BR/>So there. We made a plan. Then we changed it. Then...awe hell. <BR/><BR/>So...when ARE you coming over?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28782659.post-56033555368072455582007-04-17T19:39:00.000-04:002007-04-17T19:39:00.000-04:00When I've convinced myself to go, then not go, the...When I've convinced myself to go, then not go, then go, then not and back and forth many many times (so many that I have not inflicted you all to it!) <BR/>Bill said he didn't want to be around me if I wasn't going. After looking out the window at the various precipitation we had here in NJ on Sunday, I'm sort of glad that I didn't drive all the way to VT on Saturday. As much as I needed to get to Vt, for the pie, drinks and pics of Alex at 10, it was not a good idea to drive in that mess.<BR/>So I pouted, went to the movies and shopping. <BR/>Turned out to be not so bad after all.jesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03257756475716120751noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28782659.post-34136663144505978292007-04-17T15:35:00.000-04:002007-04-17T15:35:00.000-04:00as the eldest child... and the schemer, i too get ...as the eldest child... and the schemer, i too get my knickers in a knot when i'm "curses foiled again". the only thing more frustrating is when I'M the reason things don't work out. then i can only be disgusted with myself and that makes me horrendous company. i can still pull a good pout, all these years after toddlerhood. i bet my mother and husband look at each other knowingly over my head when they see it coming.Katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07278621503237575530noreply@blogger.com