Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Urg. I'm glad that I finished my soup.

I just randomly followed a link called WeirdMeat.com, which is, of course, a blog about some guy who travels around trying different kinds of weird meat. I'm all about trying new things, but good Lord. I got down to the duck embryos before I almost yarked on my keyboard. See how far you can go.

I guess it's about time for my WEEKEND UPDATE!

Friday was my last week day of freedom before returning to work. I was going to take full advantage of it, but I had errands. I did, however, have one of my random organized days, so I took care of all of them quickly and efficently. I probably won't have another one of those days any time soon! I just sat around the rest of the day. Steve was off with some friends helping them do some work. I'd like to say I acomplished something, but I don't think I did! My memory is kind of bad! : ) At about 2:00 am, after fighting sleep and crocheting, I was just about to go to bed when I became enraptured by Iron Chef. I don't normally watch that show, but it was amazing. I didn't get to sleep until about 3:45 am.

Saturday was more interesting. Josh and I spent the day together. He had gotten his new furniture in and wanted to show it off. Unfortunately for him, I was the only one available to come and see it. We had a nice time, though. We went to some thrift stores to look for interesting stuff for his house, we went to the bookstore, and he made lasagna for dinner while we watched movies. We said Grease 2, which is such a bad train wreck that you can't help but watch it and sing along, Skeleton Key, which is a pretty good horror movie...very creepy, and PCU, which I had seen before but Josh hadn't. I like that movie, but it is VERY early 90s. Droz, who should've been
very cool, is getting less cool and more annoying as time goes on. I guess we've all known people who think that they are so world wise that they can give long speaches and everyone is so bowled over by their insight, but I think I'd have to tell this guy to blow it out his ear. I do still like Gutter, though, and George Clinton is always cool.

Sunday, Steve and I went down to Birmingham to visit his mom who is STILL in the hospital. She seemed really out of it, but Mr. Lee was glad to have some company! Steve and he went to lunch while I stayed with Rhonda. She mosstly slept while I worked on my crochet project. I know they aren't trendy anymore, but I am making myself a poncho like the one Martha Stewart wore when she got out of prison. I say, if it's good enough for Martha, it's good enough for me! The main difference is that her poncho was gray and mine is this bright-bright-bright multicolored puffy yarn thing. I love it. I was concerned that I looked a little to pumpkinish, since the yarn looked predominantly orange to me, but when I asked Steve he said that I didn't look like a pumpkin, but like "A strawberry....no wait, a bowl of salsa!" Wow. I look like salsa. I'm not sure how to take that! : ) We left late in the afternoon and came home to do some stuff for Ms. Rhonda & Mr. Lee's and then we came home.

Monday (which isn't a weekend day, but I'm updating you anyway!) was busy. I had school, work, school again, work again, and then I went home! : ) I made a 75 on my history exam because I missed every single one of the fill-in-the-blank questions! I felt like such a reject. However, she did write on my exam and tell me that my essay questions were well thought out, so I guess I didn't do as badly as I thought! When I got home, I was puttering about when I walked past the house-to-garage door and heard water running. I knew for a fact that I hadn't started the washer or used the sink out there, so I got nervous. I opened the door and I could hear the water, but not see it. I was confused. So I walked over to the water heater and it was POURING water out of the overflow pipe. I immediately thought that I had done something, but since I hadn't used hot water since I came home, I couldn't think of what it could have been. I had to call Steve and interrupt him at work to ask how to turn it off. It wasn't until this morning that I remembered that the utility company was upping the water pressure in the neighborhood and apparently our heater couldn't take it. I had at least one good chance to make a "She can't take the pressure, Captain" joke, but Steve wasn't amused. I swear, by sense of humor is waisted on him sometimes!
: ) Well, we got that taken care of, so I can take a real shower tomorrow morning! Yay!

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Long time no post, eh?

I am sitting here in my home office, trying to write a review of a book called "Greek Gold from Hellenistic Egypt" and my brain has officially gone numb. I decided to come to my cozy little blog and try to get some feeling back into it by babbling about stuff that isn't going to be held up to scrutiny and ultimately be a puzzle piece in the attainment of my diploma. Oooh, sorry. Still using some big words. BAD BRAIN, BAD!!!

You'd think I'd be posting more often since I've been off of work for two weeks, but apparently being lazy can encompass every aspect of a person's life. Not to mention that nothing exciting has been going on lately. I am beginning to think I'm going to have to stir up some mischief soon. If you have any ideas that will not get me arrested or killed, I'd appreciate knowing about them.

Let's see, what has happened this week? Well, on Tuesday I had to go to the doctor for the very unplesant yearly thing that girls have to do. I don't want to elaborate on this since I do have some male readers and I don't want to send them running blindly from their monitors and out into traffic. I will tell this little detail, though. While I was waiting for the doctor, I was reading my Greek Gold book, when the doc and nurse come in to proceed with the thing. I'll be honest, I always just want to get in and out of there with very little conversation or eye contact. However, the staff at this office don't feel the same way. Immediately the nurse sees my book and while the doctor begins the examination says "OH! You know about Greek stuff, I need to ask a question." Caught completely off guard, I asked her what she needed to know. She and the other ladies in the office were playing an online trivia game sponsored by a local radio station. To win the prize of a lunch for the whole staff, they had to answer three questions. The first two had been easy, but the last one just so happened to be "What is the Greek word for 'The Book'?" Ignoring my flaming red blush and eyes wincing in shame, she just stares at me with wide opened eyes until I answered. Firstly, I don't know the Greek language. I'm studying Greek art history, in English. Secondly, I'm in the middle of a medical violation and would rather not discuss foreign languages. Thirdly...how in the world should I know that? So I'm lying there, trying to think of Greek words I don't know, and I come up with a scrap of Spanish (latin derived, of course) that someone taught me in high school. I knew that the word for library was something like "bibliotec" or something similar, so I assumed the word for "book" would be in there somewhere. I told her to try the word "Bible" and if that didn't work, "biblia". I was grasping at straws and dignity, and not catching either. So finally the thing was over, I talked to the doc for two seconds and went to pay. As I was doing so, the nurse walks by and says I was right! The answer was "Bible". Well, shock my drawers! I hope they won and I hope they remember who helped them out when bill time comes around. I also hope that doesn't Ever. Happen. Again.

Wednesday I was supposed to go to school, but I was not well. Not only did I wake up feeling like I had an elephant stuffed up my nose, but in my attempt to unstuff it, I took two different and non-friendly medications. In short, I thought my skin was going to crawl off my bones and tapdance it's way to Aruba. I had to turn in my project, so I had to drive (not a good idea in my current state) to school to drop it off. I made sure to tell the teacher I wasn't just ditching his class, and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up something for Steve. I learned something new about myself that day. Those two medications, mixed like that, make me a compulsive shopper. If anyone needs soap or yarn, I bought a lifetime supply. Yikes. Anyways, I grabbed lunch and I came home and didn't move for about 7 hours. I finally made myself get up so that I wouldn't get bed sores, and Steve and I watched his DVD of The Bob Newhart show.

Today I had a lot planned, but didn't do most of it. I got up and ready early enough, but when I stopped by the Sprocket to pay for some girl scout cookies I had purchased from a friend, I stayed and talked to my Latina-soul-sista and got caught up on all the dirt. I kept telling myself that I needed to go home and do this paper, but I kept finding reasons not to. I ended up at this junk shop, where I started looking for a birthday gift for Josh. Unbeknownst to him, he has started an "Ugly Birthday Present" war. As a joke, he got me this heinous painting of a sunset over the ocean. Trust me, it's bad. It was a joke, stemming from a conversation we had about art one day. I needed to find something truly horrible, and I did. Here it is!

Sweet Banana Mousse With Walnuts! I think it's some kind of deranged flower pot. What kind of evil pottery shed made this thing?! It's perfect! I will require it to be displayed for one year. Mwahahahahahahahaha!

Well, I need to get back to Greece. Alexander just died and I have to figure out how this Jewelry can be linked to Cleopatra's great grandma.


Monday, February 20, 2006

I inadvertantly set my brain on "Stupid" today. I suppose it's because the knob is on top of my head where I can't see it. SIGH,

I didn't want to go to school today, but I had a project due and couldn't get out of going in, or so I thought. I knew that it was supposed to be icy last night, but when I looked out of the window, it didn't seem like anything more than just a kind of messy, overcast day. I found out differently when I went outside to get into Rudolph. He was covered in ice. I don't mean he had ice in the nooks and crannys, I mean he was COVERED with ice. When I got the door finally pried open, I started it up and grabbed the can of De-Icer from the back seat. I'm thinking that something called De-Icer must be something that will melt the ice, right? Not so much. The De-Icer actually froze on top of the already existing ice, making my windshield a shell of opaque, rock hard frozen matter! What the heck? At this point I knew that I was already going to be late, but there was nothing I could do about it. Usually when we have a project due, it has to be turned in at exactly 8:30 am, no exceptions. Not exactly fair, but understandable in a way, right? I finally got the ice cleared off of the windows, at the expense of my fingers which are always cold anyway, but practically dead at this point. Well, I have to find a different way to get to school because the Parkway is closed, and I do, making me even later than I thought I would be. When I finally arrive, the teacher hands my envelope containing my project back to me and tells me he had extended the deadline. That's OY number 1. Then he says that I can use the rest of the class time to work on it. OY number 2, because I left my jump drive at home. So I decide to use that class time to study for my Ancient Greek Art History exam that I would be having later in the day. I went into the art building student lounge, but someone had left their kid in there. Now, I can't say anything about this. Very probably someone couldn't find a sitter due to the weather and since he wasn't at school that day, she brought him to school. I can totally dig that. However, I couldn't spread out and use the table with him in there, so I left and went to Barnes & Noble to take advantage of the cafe. That would have been a really good idea if everyone else hadn't had the same idea. I ordered and finally found a table, and I begin to study. I studied for three hours non-stop (much to the chagrin of the cafe personnel who I'm sure would have appreciated the table) and I went back to school to take my exam. I don't know what happened, I don't know where my brain was, but apparently it wasn't in ancient Greece. I do not have a good feeling about the grade I will make on this exam. I couldn't do anything more than guess at the fill in the blanks, and the essay questions seemed unusually badly answered for me. I just handed it in and came home. Now I'm sitting in the dark and wondering if it's too late in my college career to change my minor!

Wow, I just saw a commercial for a Be Dazzler. What fresh hell is that? I thought we'd finally gotten rid of those. I mean, who in the world still Be Dazzles? Somewhere, the owner of a flea market booth silently cheers.

My sister told me that her preacher was going to give a sermon on "Homie"Sexuals. I couldn't even respond. Why does she come to me to be taunted? Why?!

Friday, February 17, 2006

Random Acts of Blogging

* Last night I was in Birmingham again, visiting Steve's mom. She had been moved out of ICU, but was still hooked up to all kinds of tubes and things. Although I didn't see any signs of it, I think she had a morphine pump hidden in there somewhere because she was goofy! I stayed with her while Steve and his dad went to dinner, and she talked incessently about things that didn't connect. I know I shouldn't find levity in this, but it was funny! She's already feeling better than she did before the surgery, and she's been thinking of food a lot. This is something that she hasn't been able to do without getting sick since early November. We gave her some gifts and stuff, one of which was a stuffed dog she named Grace Muffin (and I wholeheartedly believe that I will be reminding her of the name when she comes home) and she mumbled to it for a while. By the way, when did Doctors start looking so young?

*For those of you random folks who still don't know, and the majority of you find my blog by doing Google or Yahoo searches for this, Martha Stewart went to jail for purgery. She lied while under oath. Lying is bad. Don't do it.

*I've got so much to do, and never enough time to do it. You'd think that when I've had this week off, I would have accomplished some important things, but I haven't. It isn't for lack of trying, but time goes by so quickly when you aren't watching the clock.

* So, you wonder the real reason why I hate Valentine's Day and my birthday so much? I'll tell you some time, when I have a whole day to devote to it. I will go ahead and say the birthday thing isn't because I'm getting older (pretty silly to fear the enevitable), and the Valentine's day thing isn't because I'm single or bitter towards men. It's a post for another day. : )

*The dogs are such weirdos. I opened the back door this morning to let them out, they saw rain, and they said...I don't think so. Currently they are in their kennels making sad whining noises and looking uncomfortable. I wish they were the kind of animals I could let loose while I was doing other things, but they tend to get curious and eat random things.

*I think I may bake something today. I'm not sure what, but I feel a Betty Crocker moment coming on! Woo-hoo!

*I'm swiftly beginning to realize that there are some people who aren't worth making such a fuss over.

*Anyone want to come over and do my dishes? Anyone? Please?

*Oh yeah, when we went to Shogun the other night, our chef was apparently high or something. He was funny and entertaining, but not without the help of narcotics! He spent more time talking to the table behind us than anything, but it didn't bother me that much. At least he didn't throw food at me. I was one of the few. : ) If you've ever eaten there, you know you have to kind of get to know the strangers who are also seated around the same grill thingie with you since it's hard to talk with whomeever you are there with. There was this woman and her husband sitting at one of the corners of the tablethat we had talked to breifly, and she kept looking over at me. Finally she said, "I hate to stare, but you look so much like Kellie Martin!" Hmmmmm....I guess so. I mean, I used to BE Kelly Martin, so I suppose I might still look like her a bit. : ) Actually a lot of people say that, and I guess it's true. I just haven't been on as many Lifetime Television Made for TV Movies as she has. Steve about shot rice out of his nose when she said that. Ahhhh, good times, noodle salad.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

As I've said before, I am tired. Today I had class, and because I was a sloth on Monday and skipped my first class, I couldn't afford to miss another one and I had to rush to school. I was only a few minutes late, but my teacher holds being tardy against us, and I was afraid I hadn't made it in time to be counted "On Time." I wasn't late. In fact, the teacher wasn't even there, so I had rushed across town for NOTHING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Actually, it wasn't for nothing. I got a few good layers completed for my most recent assignment completed. Go me.

Then I had some errands to run, went to the gym (which about killed me). I don't need to wait that long before I go again. I had some new stuff on my list that I had never done before, and I had to continually pester the poor new trainer guy to help me. It's a good thing he's still new and excited about his job. By the way, I hate free weights. They are from hell.

I got home just in time to eat, shower and run back to school. Steve and I were going to go back to see Ms. Rhonda, but they kept her in ICU another day to keep a watch on her fluid levels and make sure she was indeed getting better before they moved her to a room. We'll probably go see her another time this week.

I went shopping after class, and now I'm about to go to Shogun with Steve and Josh. All is right with the world...for now. ; )
Wow, I'm tired.

As you can see below, yesterday was the day Ms. Rhonda had her surgery and Steve and I wanted to make it down to Birmingham to see her before she went in. We had to get up at roughly 3:45 to get ready, and leave at about 4:30 to make it there on time. We got to see her for a few minutes before they pumped her full of "I Don't Care Juice." It was supposed to be a 7 hour surgery. We got a seat in the waiting room and, well, waited. Along with Steve, his dad and I, Ms. Rhonda's sister and her husband were there, too. Our pastor also showed up just as the surgery had begun. About 2 1/2 hours in, the surgeon asked if he could speak with the family. That, I can say with complete honesty, was a tense moment. He didn't come out himself, but he asked to speak with us in his office. Since we all had a lot of stuff with us, and we didn't want to leave it there unsupervised, I offered to stay with it while the pastor went into the waiting room with everyone else. I figured he might be of more help to Mr. Lee, depending on what the surgeon wanted to say. They were in there a long time, and I had just about gone into panic mode when everyone came back out. It wasn't as bad as all of us had thought. In fact, it was probably better knews than we could have hoped for under the circumstances. They couldn't finish the surgery that they wanted to do because the radiation treatments that Ms. Rhonda had been under had, of course, damaged the tissues surrounding the site of her cancer. From what they could see, the tumor was gone and was replaced by scar tissue, but because the area was so weak, they didn't want to do any cutting there because of the fear that they would do unfixable damage. They also found an abcess in her lower abdomen that was pretty severe, and they had to fix that. As I have said many times, Ms. Rhonda had been sick and weak, and the doctor thinks that it was because of that infection. They decided to finish what they could and put her into ICU where she could be monitered more closely for that night, but they were pretty sure that as soon as they were able to get her fluid levels corrected and made sure she was in thre process of healing, she would get better much faster than she would have if they had finished the surgery. The only real dark spot in the whole thing is that they weren't able to remove the remains of her tumor, and that can make it more possible to have more cancer growth if it wasn't completely dead. However, they seemed optimistic about her recovery, and even though things didn't go as planned, we're hoping it might have a happy outcome after all. Thanks for all of your prayers, but please keep her and the family in your thoughts until we get more information.

While we were waiting, I had brought my crochet bag and was making another hat. Idle hands and all that. Apparently, seeing a (relatively) young woman crochet is an amazing thing, because I had several people comment about it. I mean, why is it so unusual? Of course, I think some of it came down to the time when I apparently got tangled in about 30 yards of fuzzy blue yarn and had to hack my way out of it, that people got interested. Eh...

We left Birmingham at about 4;45 that afternoon and started home. I was tired and cranky. I was an ill tempered sea bass with a frikin' laser-beam attached to my forehead. I ended up beening ill-tempered to Steve and that made me feel bad. At any rate, and even though I didn't deserve it, he tried to salvage what he could of my birthday and Valentine's Day and we went to El Camino Real for Mexican food and he bought me ice cream afterwards. While it didn't change my mind about those 2 most evil of events, it was definately not a bad try. : )

Monday, February 13, 2006

Yup. Happy Birthday to me. Yee and/or Ha.

Don't forget to say a prayer for Steve's mom, Rhonda. She goes into surgery early this morning. By the time you read this, she's probably already in surgery. Also remember to pray for Mr. Lee and Steve as well. This is a scary thing for all of us.


Friday, February 10, 2006

FRIDAY! Woo-Hoo!

I have to write early because I have a feeling that things are going to get crazy again today. Yesterday was nuts, but more on that later.

If you give out cool points, please give about a million to Steve, who is awesome! He came in last night and asked me when I wanted my Valentine's Day and birthday gifts. We don't usually celebrate either of those days and we'll be in Birmingham while his mom is having surgery on the 14th, so I decided that I wanted them right that second. I can't help it, I like presents. Anyways, for Valentines day, he bought me chocolate. *drool* As stereotypically female as it sounds, I looooooove chocolate. I especially looooooove dark chocolate with stuff on the inside, and he had bought me a box of truffles! There is apparently a new chocolate boutique in the mall, and he got them there. Excellent! Then he gave me my birthday gift. He handed me a little white jewelry box, and I was all "It's jewelry!" That might sound kind of lame, but this is the same man who told me that buying jewelry is a waste of money because you can't do anything with it except wear it. I could make the same argument for underwear, but I digress. Inside were the most perfect, white gold and princess-cut diamond earrings! I had told him a long time ago he didn't have to buy me diamonds again until I was 50, but he did anyways! : ) White gold & diamonds are two of my favorite jewelry components (sapphires being the third) so score for Steve! What a sweetheart. He's really getting good at surprising me. You know, it isn't really even about what he got me, so don't think I'm just greedy, but he obviously put a lot of thought into my gift and that means more to me than anything. So the award for Kelly's Best Husband goes to *smiles nervously and tears into envelope* STEVE!

Other than that, I had a very, very,very long day! I got to work a little late, because I'm slow in the mornings now due to my gradually elevating age, and about the time I fixed my oatmeal, things went crazy. I had to retouch and format some images that looked like they had been photographed in a raging dust storm and then chewed on. Then I got the word that everyone and their grandpa needed some signs for an event taking place the next day! Oops! They forgot to say anything earlier this week. So I'm busting my hump trying to get these things done, and I keep getting phone calls or e-mails. I mean, it's my job, and I love doing it, but I WISH some of these people had had the foresight to request these things a couple of days before they needed it. Then my boss comes hurrying in here with another request. My boss is probably one of the most laid back guys you'd ever meet, so him looking harried is a little weird. He told me I needed to speak with a lady in one of the classrooms downstairs about some signage she needed "...and we'll converge here after lunch and compare notes." His urgency got me moving. I grabbed the lab coat with my tools packed up in the pockets and ran down there. No one was home. So I wait and wait and wait and finally someone shows up. I find out more than halfway into my conversation with her that she isn't the woman my boss told me to talk to, and that the RIGHT lady was at the ERC across the continent that is our parking lot. So me, in my high heels, trek across to talk to the lady. When I get there, my boss was there looking a little sheepish, and he told me he had made a mistake. He had tried to call my office, but I had already bugged out when he called, so I came down there for nothing. He drove me back to the main building, and by the time I got back to my office my feet had swollen so badly that I had to take my shoes off. Not only that, I couldn't put them back on and walk, so I had to use my "Emergency Keds" that I keep for situations such as that. I already looked homeless, so that only made it better. I got to work on the stuff, but I had to stay 2 1/2 hours late to get it done. I still have one tiny bit to do, and I'm going to try and finish that this morning.

I have to explain my poor wardrobe choice yesterday, too. I have a job that thankfully doesn't always require me to be dressed up every day. I do probably not dress as nicely as I should some days, but I've learned that whenever I do dress up, I am given the task of climbing some ungodly high structure or I have to waller underneath an exhibit that hasn't been moved or cleaned under since about 1986. Anyways, yesterday I was going to wear jeans. However, I figured that I probably wouldn't have to do anything strenuous, so I changed into a dressier outfit. Several of them, actually. I was having one of those "nothing feels right or looks good" days. I'm sure we all have those. Anyways, so I pulled on a pair of slacks and were probably a little too small. Not trashy-too-small, but noticable. I was running too late to change them again, so I just rooted around for a longer shirt, determined to leave with whatever I picked. I just happened to find a button up shirt that created the silouette I was looking for, but the outfit didn't match. My pants were yoohoo brown and my shirt was black with metallic silver stripes. It was BAD. I pretty much knew I looked unfortunate, but I said screw it and threw on my heels and went to work. I probably don't have to tell you I wore my lab coat or my jacket almost all day, do I? Add the white Keds to that later, and I was FOXY! : )

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

What a blah day. Not a bad day, just blah. Do you ever get those?

I enjoyed my history class today. We were looking at naked statues! : ) Nah, I'm not that much of a perv, thankyouverymuch. We were looking at votive and funerary statues. The men were nude and the women clothed. Over-clothed actually. Isn't it funny how times have changed? Now it's the women who are mostly naked and the men who wear a lot of clothes. I wish I could go back in time and see what these things originally looked like. While there is definate beauty in the plain stone faces and white marble, it would be great to be able to see them how they originally looked, painted and fitted with gold and bronze. Probably my biggest problem with the past, is that the artwork never seems to come to me unscathed. :( Danged Persians! They couldn't just rape and pillage...nooooooooo. They had to break everything too!

Don't you hate it when you are super hungry and you get something that looks and smells really good, but you taste it and it's disgusting? That happened to me this morning. I grabbed some of what I thought was vegetable beef soup from the caf today, and it looked great. However, on closer inspection, I don't think those pieces of meat were beef. Honestly, I can't even say they were actual meat! I only had a few bites before I gave up and ate a week old bagel with peanut butter. So now I'm hungry all over again, and I need to decide what I'm going to fix for dinner. Whee.

I forgot to mention I now have a MySpace.com page. I don't like it as much as this blog because it's needlessly complicated and confusing. I got it originally so that I could subscribe to a blog by an actress I like (from The Office, no less) but you have to be a member to do that, so I joined. There is one thing about it that makes me feel kind of bad. You have this little section where you have your MySpace "friends". Basically it's where you keep links to the accounts of people who agree to be your "friend". What you do is go into their account, hit an "Invite" button, and then when they get your invitation, they either select "Agree" or "Decline". It's got a little counter that tells you how many you have in there. For a while, mine said "You have 0 friends." Talk about an ego deflation! I finally have 8 people in my friends box, 2 of which I know, 5 of whom are actors on that show, and 1 whom I'm pretty sure came from some kind of "be my friend" mass mailing list. Shoot, I'd take those instead of "You have 0 Friends" anyday! : ) It should say "You have 8 people who felt too bad to say no to your request!" LOL!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

In yet another attempt to avoid homework I will now be doing one of those annoying question/answer thingies on this blog. I pulled it from Mark Hasty's site. He's a funny guy!

Anyways, here I go.

Four jobs I’ve had in my life:

Snow Cone Girl
Grocery Store Cashier
Administrative Assistant (a bad one, apparently)
Display Graphic Artist

Four movies I can watch over and over:

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
Princess Bride
Sixth Sense

Four places I have lived:

Athens, AL
Madison, AL
Huntsville, AL
That's pretty much it! How sad!

Four TV shows I love to watch:

The Office
My Name is Earl

Four places I have been on vacation:

San Francisco, CA
Toronto, Canada (eh)
West Palm Beach, FL
Key West, FL (my favorite)

Four of my favorite dishes:

Krystal burgers
Ice Cream
Carne Asada from CasaBlanca

Four websites I visit daily:


Four places I would rather be right now:

Key West, FL
Lee Vining, CA
At the beach...

Here is one more I added

Four things I should be doing instead of this:

My Homework
Cleaning Off My Mac Desk

Aren't you excited to know these things about me?! : )

Blech. Now I'm done and have to do homework. *groan*
Do you want to feel better about yourself?

Go Here.

WARNING:Probably not work safe, unless your company doesn't mind chicks in bikinis. It's not a rude site at all, so don't think I've gone crazy for linking to it.

I'm thinking of bookmarking it for those days I don't feel so hot! ; )
Holy Rusted Metal, Batman...sugar-free jello is gross! Is it not enough that I know I'm eating the by-products of bones, hooves, and stuff? Must it also taste like that? ICK!


The Smartest Man in the World, Engineer Nelson, had this to say about the "Sasquatchian Dollar":

I was reading Kelly's blog and saw the comment that your were trying to
explain the "Sasquatchian Dollar" and the economic principle of flooding the
market. I did some research and found the following website where there is a chart of the Sasquatch economy. You can clearly see from the chart the "Sasquatchian
Dollar" has no influence on the Sasquath economy at all. A few merchants
are rumored to have accepted the Sasquatchian Dollar, however, none have to
date admitted seeing them or accepted them as real currency. Walmart was
unaavailable for comment. It is so visibly absent from the economic chart,
that one has to wonder if it even exists at all.

Oh, it exists alright. I did a little Google search, and someone has actually taken a picture of the elusive dollar:

Now if you'll excuse me, I think I hear a lawyer at the door with the divorce papers. : )

Monday, February 06, 2006

Yet even more proof of my awesomeness (or whatever passes for it). Here is another picture of me from the 2004 photo shoot. I think we're in the ISS mission control room this time. I've labeled myself as well as the infamous Office Sniper, Jason. I don't have a clue who the guy is next to Jason, but the lady next to me is the V.P. of marketing. The blue flight suits are attractive, no? Just so that you know, none of these pictures were ever used. In fact, even now, two years later, if they need to use any pictures of adults, they use pictures from the early nineties instead of the more recent ones. I can only believe that pictures of me must have Medusic (is that even a word?) properties and are a danger to our average target demographic. Oh well!

There is no real weekend update this week. It was just too boring to even try and explain. Mostly homework and cleaning. We did have some friends over to watch the Super Bowl, though, and that was fun. I wanted the bird team to win, so that was sad for me. I felt that the refs made some very ill advised calls, especially when the replays clearly showed that they were wrong, but since I didn't have a strong tie to either of the teams, I'm not really worried. The commercials were pretty good. My favorite was "Magic Refrigerator" and the Ameriquest "Don't judge too quickly" ads. What was up with that dude from the yellow team with all of the hair? We gave up trying to figure out how to pronounce his name and just called him Wookie.

I did learn a few important things this weekend that I will share.

A) A yellow lab and a border collie mix can shed, on average, about 98 pounds of hair in just a few days.

B) It isn't enough to simply put soap and fabric softner into the washing machine. You must also remember to put the clothes in there too, if you want them to get clean.

C) Am I the only one who didn't know Shaun Alexander was black?

D) Never be honest with someone who prides themselves on being faultlessly liberal, at least if it doesn't agree with his ideas. Apparently "liberal" doesn't mean live and let live, or to each his own. Liberal, to this guy at least, means "if you don't think like I do, you're an idiot." Hardly seems liberal to me!

I'm off!

Saturday, February 04, 2006

I can't sleeeeeeeeeep. It's 3:45 in the morning, and I haven't had caffine since about 5:30 or 6 and I still feel like I've been freebasing Vivarian.

I'm also wearing a funny hat. It's not an "on purpose" funny hat, but it's a hat I made for Ms. Rhonda. Since she's still really tired and weak, she doesn't feel like fixing her hair if she doesn't have to, so she asked if I would crochet her a hat to cover it up. A bad-hair-day-hat, if you will. It's not bad, as far as craftsmanship goes, but it's not perfect. Oh well, it gives it character! : ) When I first started on it, I was using a much bigger hook than the directions called for, and when I got about halfway through I realized it was WAY too big. It was Steve-Head sized, so I had to unravel about 20 or something yards of yarn. I finally fixed it, but it's still a funny hat. It's warm though!

Okay, I just went back and re-read that. Maybe I'm more tired than I thought.

Night, y'all!

Friday, February 03, 2006

Okay, last one.

I was working on my display when I found the folder of photos from the shoot I was in in 2004. This is a picture of me inside of the Enterprise.

How cute is that? : )
I'm trying to avoid starting my next project, but I'm almost out of slack-ish things to do! I've finished two of my projects, the Drone Missile being one of them (bows politely), and the signs for the Space Shop as well. I've also zip-tied my Christmas lights back up to the pipe where the tape had come loose and I've had lunch. I'm supposed to be working on a display for the NASA visitor's center near RSA gate 9, but I'm not at all in the mood! : )

Last night Steve was trying to explain stock market stuff to me, and he was talking about "flooding the market". He tried to explain this by talking about how Wal-Mart did basically the same thing when they introduced the "Sasquatchian Dollar". Let's pause here for a moment while we try and figure out what that is. Of course, I had never heard of a bigfoot dollar, so I'm imagining some kind of weird counterfiet that Wal-Mart is trying to pass off as real money. I finally had to ask him what he meant, and he said "You know, the gold dollar coins." Bless his heart, he meant "Sacagawean Dollar!" Please tease him about this unmercifully. I beg of you.

I didn't sleep well last night because I got another migrane. I thought it would go away if I just took some Excedrine, but it only got worse. At one point, I thought that my eyeball was going to come shooting out of my head and land in the sink, but thankfully it didn't. I'm glad, because our sink doesn't have one of those stopper thingies in it and I would have never got my eyeball back. Lost a cute necklace that way once. I finally got some sleep, and when I got up, it was gone. All of my brain cells cheered.

Okay, enough of this. I really need to get back to work.
Short Post

For those of you who want to learn more about Han's favorite wookie, you can read his innermost thoughts and feelings on his blog. Amazingly, Chewbacca is really very eloquent.


I've realized, although a little too late, that the song "Gold Digger" by Kayne West isn't an appropriate song to sing out loud.

Get down girl, gohead get down... : )

More to come.
Short Post

For those of you who want to learn more about Han's favorite wookie, you can read his innermost thoughts and feelings on his blog. Amazingly, Chewbacca is really very eloquent.


I've realized, although a little too late, that the song "Gold Digger" by Kayne West isn't an appropriate song to sing out loud.

Get down girl, gohead get down... : )

More to come.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Between Jason and his roomate Lance, I'm going to die a very interesting death here at work. Lance, the Space Camp Ninja, will sneak up on me, scaring me to death. Jason sniper shoots me with imaginary guns from the hallway. It's my fault for moving my chair into the line of sight, I guess. I just hope he never invests in a paintball gun or something!

Very recently I acquired the audio versions of the Harry Potter novels, and they are different than the books I've read. I can only suppose that they are the British versions of the books. I like them though. It's kind of like getting your hands on a script of a movie that you know really well and getting to see all of the stuff that was cut or changed. Currently I'm on the first novel, but I have trouble paying attention to it. I can become engrossed in a book to the point of having to be yelled at to get my attention, but if someone is reading to me, I flake!

Today has been super busy! I had a doctor appointment this morning, and I ended up not getting to work until about 10:00. I sat down to eat my lunch, and from then on I was constantly doing something! I'm still working on the drone missile, but it's kind of slow going at times. I think I only have one more part to do, but it's the most complicated part of making the Air Force emblems. It takes hours to put those things together! One thing I am grateful about, though, is that they aren't huge like the last ones were. I also had to make the new plaques for the IMAX film festival (sorta) going on this month. We are currently showing "Batman Begins" and we will be showing "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" after that. I plan on catching the latter, but I'm afraid that a movie with that much movement on a 67 foot dome screen will make me sea-sick! I'm going to chance it!

Yesterday, Steve, Anthony and I went out to dinner and ended up staying for a really long time while we discussed life, death, the persuit of happiness, and the avoidance of sadness. I'm really very opinionated, I realized, and I apologize for that. Never noticed until it was pointed out! This doesn't mean I'll stop being that way, mind you, but I am sorry if it's offensive! : )

The class liked my Flash presentation during the critique. I was afraid that people would pick it apart, but I was plesantly surprised that most comments were positive. That made me glad! Now I've got to get started thinking about my next project in there. We are supposed to pick a business, redesign their logo, and create a banner ad. You know, those things we usually skip if they happen to open up on a website you go to? I hate that I'm learning annoying advertising. I'm thinking of just making up a business so I can be silly again. Something like, "Fathead Steve's Tequila and Waffles Shack". Sounds like something in Panama City Beach, FL during Spring Break!

Whelp, I'm out! Later!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I'm sitting here in my graphics class waiting to begin our critique on the Flash animation projects. Right next to me is a flyer for a life drawing class, which you have to pay admission for due to the presence of nude models. This flyer has a drawing of a nude woman, whom I recognize as the shameless nude model we had when I was in Drawing 2. As rude as this sounds, if I had thighs like that, I wouldn't even get naked to take a shower, much less posing for a bunch of college students. Especially ones who would pay $5 to see me naked.


Steve and I went out to dinner at Carrabbas last night. I love that place. I always eat too much when I go there, though. The only thing that bothers me, and it's silly I admit, is that in the bathroom they play Italian language lessons. I find it slightly creepy. I think it's the voice of the lady who did the recording. She drones. Since that restuarunt is attached to Parkway Place mall, we also walked around there. It was nice!

Speaking of Drones. The graphics for the missile we're refurbishing are finally working themselves out. I had to reload a program on the old computer to get it to work, but it's finally cooperating. I am a graphics goddess! : ) Yeah, whatever! heehehee. My yearly temporary lay off is coming up in February, and it'll be nice to have a work break, but I think I'll probably be piled up with work by the time I get back. I wish we didn't have to do the whole layoff thing, but it's a loophole that they use to have people work full time hours, but still get paid low wages and not get benefits. They do what they got to do, I guess.

I think there was crack in my Ovaltine this morning. I am jumpy!

Oops, we're starting! Later,