Knitting by Blind Faith

I can’t believe it’s Sunday night already! We just finished eating dinner (I made barbecue cups), RAM is cleaning up, and “Sweet Nothing in My Ear” is on TV. Where has the weekend gone?

RAM and I had quite a busy weekend. He went to the next town to help with the March of Dimes walk-a-thon yesterday. I hadn’t quite recovered from giving blood–I still wasn’t feeling 100%–so I elected to stay home and spend time
with my girls.

It was a beautiful day, and I spent time out on my patio working on the diagonal baby blanket.

After RAM came home, we decided to go to Red Lobster for dinner. This is a tradition for us. My cousin and his wife got us a gift certificate for Red Lobster as a wedding present. When we got back from our honeymoon cruise, on which we ate lots of seafood, we decided to treat ourselves to Red Lobster to make the honeymoon last a little longer. That was four years and nine months ago. And every month since then, on or around the 19th, we have gone to Red Lobster to celebrate our monthly anniversary.

Needless to say, we’re regulars. I have come up with a list of signs that you know you go to Red Lobster too much.

You know you go to Red Lobster too often when…

– The hostess greets you with, “Hey, you too!”, and half the wait staff pours into the lobby to say hello (or they come over to your table after you are seated, just to chat).

– You have a five minute conversation with the wait staff in the lobby that is only interrupted by a kind woman beckoning you to a chair that just opened up.

– Your hour wait mysteriously turns into 20 minutes (please note mixed emotions about the loss of knitting time).

– Your server doesn’t even bother to go over the specials and fresh fish on the card because you are “professionals”.

AND…

– You are told in advance about upcoming promotions because they know you’ll be back!

I swear, this is all true!

Today, RAM, I., and I walked up to Panera to have breakfast and then over to the mall. I had wanted to have my hair cut, but all the salons were booked up (plus, the prices were outrageous!). I was bummed, but got the name of a great salon from a friend that I am anxious to try. Maybe I’ll go later this week or next weekend. I. wants to be there to see me get all my hair chopped off (it is down past my waist), so we have to coordinate our schedules. I’ll post pictures, I promise.

I learned that my mom is graduating on May 10. She studied to become a respiratory therapist. Go, Mom! I am so proud of you!!!