Monthly Archive for June, 2004

I am funny and popular!

All time record for people visiting my blog today - 21 and counting! Woohoo!

Cheers me up, anyway. Not that it’s important to me, because this blog is just an outlet for my rage and bs, right? (yeah, right)

But it’s still nice. Love you guys!

Boring day, mostly spent on browsing blogs, and trolling ebay for a new cell phone. Yes, let the healing begin.

Work day ending with me realizing that I will have to do yet another CsCl gradient. Ick. But now that I’m an “expert,” should go relatively smoothly. I realize I have just jinxed myself, but I don’t care. God willing, the blot I finished friday will look great, and once I get more DNA from my other strain, I should be able to pound out another blot, and finally get an answer. Hopefully, it will be the one I want, or the whole lab will riot on me. Just about everyone is using these strains in their projects, as well as some people in other labs, all with the belief that replication is coming through LYS2 in one defined direction in one strain, and in the opposite direction in the other strain. If the results don’t show this, a lot of people will hate me.

I want to go home, eat leftover risotto, wallow in self pity, and snuggle with K.

Amputee

My cell phone was a casualty of Saturday night. I left it on an end table, and someone put their glass down next to it. Condensation formed a puddle, which did something very bad to the battery. My phone won’t turn on, and when I put it on the charger, the red light just blinks at me. Not good. I bought another battery on eBay a few weeks ago, since my battery was on its last legs anyway, but they sent me the wrong one. It may be a week or two before I get the right one, that is, if they even have the right one.

My cell phone is 2 1/2 years old. The antenna broke off a few months ago, and the battery was dying. I couldn’t afford a new one without renewing my contract with sprint, and I didn’t want to do that because K and I want to get a plan together when my contract is up in sept.

I am without cell phone. I feel like I’ve lost a limb. It’s stupid, because I don’t really use it that much. I make long distance calls to friends and family, mostly on the weekend. I call K from the store (”what else did we need besides milk?”). A few friends who refuse to remember my home number call me on it. That’s about it. But I still feel a strange void. That familiar weight in my pocket is gone. The comfort of knowing that I can call someone no matter where I am, and that someone can call me anytime, is gone.

To top it off, I’m having a bad Monday. I’m sad and I need a hug!!! :(

they’re at it again…

So finally got the place cleaned up and all the food made yesterday before everyone showed up. The night was a success, except for TCTF - The Couple That Fights. There was a TCTF there last night. It wasn’t too obvious until they’d both had a few drinks.

It was “game night” - typical couples party fun. We started out with Cranium (very fun, esp with alcohol involved) and moved on to a game ES and hubby brought - Scene It, which is a movie based game with a DVD. Very fun, actually. TCTF had been relatively quiet, until the first game of scene it. Boys vs. girls. TCTF started making little barbed comments to each other, made worse by the fact that the boy in TCTF has no sense of humor, but it came to a head at this conversaton, when the girl was moving our team game piece:

him: aren’t you overestimating how many spaces you’re moving there? you were on the same space as us

her: but we moved two spaces ahead of you on our last roll

him: oh

her: do you ever stop and say to yourself “maybe I should think before I open my big mouth?”

him: …what?

she repeats

him: silence

the rest of us: awkward silence

ES: So!!! who’s turn is it? this food is really great!! somebody roll the dice!

The boy of TCTF stayed pretty quiet for the rest of the evening. I think we may have witenessed their demise. Not good for ES, she’s the one who set them up last fall, and has been gloating about her matchmaking skills ever since.

But, aside from TCTF, the evening was fun. I got a pleasant buzz from a drink I made up, which I’ll call a “pomertini.” I had bought some of that pomegranate juice that’s been pretty hyped up recently. It’s a little strong, but substituted it for cranberry juice in a cosmopolitan…nice. AND good for your heart!

Also, good recipe tip, especially for the guys since it is SOOOOO easy, and your wives/girlfriends will think you are a GENIUS! Go buy a piece of pork shoulder (or pork butt, depending on what part of the country you’re in), it’s a pretty cheap piece of meat. Then dig out your crock pot. Everyone has one, they look like this Before you go to work in the morning, salt and pepper the meat, throw it in the crock pot, and turn it on low, and leave it all day. Come home from work, pour off all the liquid that’s accumulated, shred up the pork with two forks, mix in your favorite BBQ sauce, and serve it on buns. You are now a hero to your family and friends.

Name dropper

I feel like such a name dropper with the number of blog link I have on the side column! I’ve tried to link everyone who either regularly make comments on my blog, or, in the case of flyerman, who have put a link to mine on their. (way to go flyerman, according to blogpatrol, your blog is in the lead for most number of hits to my page. blogpatrol is so informative! not that it’s a contest, or anything) My apologies if I’ve missed anyone!

still frantically cleaning my place in preparation for get-together tomorrow night. Like I mentioned before, I love being the hostess. But the real reason I invite people over is to force me to clean my place really well, at least once every couple months. I am not a neat person by nature. Neither is K. Together, we are a disaster. I cleaned the bathroom yesterday. I will wake up screaming in horror for nights to come at the memory of what I saw in there. *shudder*

And in my nice clean bathroom today, I decided to give sadie a bath. She is part lab, and while I know labs continually shed all year, she has been in a major molt for months now. Way beyond her usual spring shed. I cleaned enough hair out of the drain screen to make several more mammals. Yet she never goes bald. Strange.

Well, it’s bedtime. K just went in to lay down, making sure to announce it to me. Hehehe. We’ve got work to do! :)

Links links links links links

I am going cross-eyed from staring at my spreadsheets for so long. I’m trying to compile 5 years worth of data into a HUGE mega spread sheet, with each worksheet linked and linked and linked. I have to double check to make sure all my links are linked correctly, and then link my links to other links, and then put the data into graphs, and double check the graph linked links…


My head hurts.