up and running.

The QEKNIT website is finally done. Above is the main banner that depicts the new look of the site. Thanks to my brother Brad, it was done rather quickly. I designed it so if you don't like it-take it up with me and I'll tell you I don't care! Just go on there and buy some crap! Although, if you're wanting something to give as a Christmas gift, the deadline is up. I might make an exception for a few...

I've been a very lucky girl, but in the past year some crappy things have happened. Let me just add to it. Yesterday, I was on my way home from work-on the Broadway exit ramp, to be exact-and out of nowhere, something big and traveling fast dropped out of the sky and busted my windsheild. I thought I had been shot at. My ears were ringing. It looked at if a baseball had smashed into the glass-there was a huge round cluster of cracks and 2 long cracks going all the way down. All I could do was look for blood. There wasn't a hole in the windshield, so that was a relief. I wasn't behind a truck and the nearest car was probably 4 car lengths in front of me. No overpass for a fool to drop something off of. So who the hell knows what hit the glass or where it came from.

Another turd to add on top of my big pile of shit-the trip to Europe may be called off. I won't know probably until the last minute. It's a long story, but to make it short, my friends might cancel, which would leave me to A) go alone or B) get a refund on my ticket and not go on the trip I've been planning for almost a year or C) find someone to buy my friends' tickets. A is out of the question. C is a lost cause-who could come up with the money AND the time off simultaneously? The reason for this mess is a horrible situation that suddenly came up and may or may not be resolved in a month. So I wait. Maybe I wasn't meant to go on this vacation.

On another note-I will be in Atlanta this weekend for the traditional yearly shopping spree with my sisters and mom. Sorry, Donna-you'll have to survive a couple of days without a blog. Hopefully, I can have a good time and forget my worries, or as my mom so eloquently put it "eat your way through Atlanta". Honestly, all I want to do is get drunk and pass out in a ditch somewhere.