Whooooosh!

That is the sound of this week going by.  Can it really be almost Friday already?  I have had my head down studying for my certifications.  I took the second of three exams tonight.  Now I get to be on pins and needles waiting to see how I did.  I am not sure how I will sleep tonight other than the fact that my head is so full of facts and figures that it will weigh down my pillow.  LOL

I also can not believe that it is already February!  I turn the big 5-0 this month, which is surprising because I sure do not feel like I am 50.  I feel like I am in the best part of my life, enjoying every minute of the blessings that I have.  That number just crept up on me.  It is funny because thanks to genetics I have very little gray hair.  (My Dutch great grandmother and her sister, who lived to be in her 90's, both had jet black hair until the day they died.)  My hair is still red, but more subdued than when I was a kid.  So instead of saying I am 50, I will just say that I am living my best year ever!

The problem with all of this studying is that there has been no fun for Patti.  I have not really had much time for stitching.  If I try to do anything just a little bit fun, I am consumed by guilt that I should be studying.  So I just have to get through this last test for a while and then, let the fun resume.  I am so starved for fun that The Hummingbird Trellis Afghan is calling to me.  I am not answering--yet.

With the Monterey Peninsula being just about 2 1/2 hours from San Francisco, the area is just abuzz for Superbowl.  Everyone is getting ready for the big day.  Me, a NASCAR kind of girl can't wait until Feb 24 when the engines fire up again.  So on Sunday my plan is to just run up and down the aisles of Costo, just 'cause I can.  I figure no one else will be there.  That way I can stock up on supplies because next week the AT&T Pro Am Golf Tournament comes to Pebble Beach and all heck breaks out on the Peninsula.  We usually have pretty minimal traffic here, but when the tournament comes to town, everything comes to a screeching halt.  The locals know to hunker down next week, even though it means missing out on the celebs.  My son works at the airport and last year he got to help Bill Murray.  He thought that was pretty darn awesome.  

So I guess it is time to tuck in the fur girl.  I have been letting her hair grow out since it has been so cold.  She is a big, pouffy looking dog right now.  I get the impression that she lets me tuck her in for my sake not hers, since I have the sense she is pretty warm with all of that fur.