Monthly Archive for January, 2006

you’ve been WAITING FOR IT!

This is going to be a busy week for me. Lots of stuff in the lab to do, plus EvilScienceMom is coming to visit. OK…technically she’s EvilLibrarianMom. But that means much cleaning is to be done before wednesday. and then the delicate balance of working in the lab and then sneaking out early to do stuff with mom.

and what stuff will we be doing?

I will be looking for a WEDDING DRESS!

NOT this one:

Yikes! How does she get through doorways?

Also we will be experimenting with wedding invite designs. To save money, AND because I’m NOT having one of those 500 guest wedding extravaganzas, we’re making the invitations. And probably putting together a guest list. hoo-ray. The obscure cousins and great uncles come out of the woodwork.

Oh well, as long as they send presents…

I’m such a bitch!

So on to the point….as I will be bery bery busy this week, and probably neglecting my blog somewhat, I think now is a good time for another installment of ASK THE EVILS!

You can ask any question you want of me or Kev. You can ask for advice! Further details on juicy stories! Opinions on world political events! Anything! Ask away! You have all week. Probably longer - ESM doesn’t leave until next tuesday. So have fun, folks!

a small rant

yet somewhat ambiguous, as it is work related and I don’t want to get Dooced…

OH MY GOD, GET YOUR OWN DAMNED NAILCLIPPERS AND STOP ASKING TO BORROW MINE EVERY DAY! IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE EVEN CLIPPING ONE LITTLE HANGNAIL, YOU STAND BY MY DESK AND GIVE YOURSELF DAMNED MANICURE. IT’S DISGUSTING, AND I HAVEN’T USED MY CLIPPERS IN WEEKS BECAUSE OF YOU! I SHOULD PROBABLY BOIL THEM, BUT THEN YOU’LL JUST ASK TO USE THEM AGAIN! GO TO FUCKING CVS, PLOP DOWN 99 CENTS AND BUY YOUR OWN FUCKING MINI CLIPPERS!!!

GAH!

the crafty insanity continues!

So I’ve got my little side business making beaded stitch markers. VERY side…a few orders so far. I’m hoping to expand just a bit - I’m going to make a few sets and see of my local yarn store (or LYS, as they’re known in snobby knitter circles) will keep a few laying around to see if they sell.

In anticipation of this, I bought a shit load of beads, and a bead organizer.

See?

bead organizer

Color coordinated and all in one place. Ahhhh…I love organization. Especially when it’s easy.And then I started staring at the beads and wondering what else I could do with them, and while I KNOW I’ll never have the mad beading skilz of our dear Nanner, I started toying with the idea of making something that’s been rattling around in my head, ever since I got engaged.

See, I’m not USED to wearing rings on my fingers. And I’m a bit paranoid - especially at work. When I work with sketchy chemicals and have to put on gloves…sometimes the ring pokes through, and I don’t want to get any nastiness on it!

Also, because my ring has a carved band, it tends to collect gunk. Like hand lotion and my eczema ointment. Gross.

So I take off the ring off my finger, and paranoia sets in. RING ON THE LOOSE! NOBODY MOVE! NOBODY TOUCH ANYTHING! It’s right…THERE! THERE!! DON’T DROP IT…AWAY FROM THE SINK….GAH! THAT WAS CLOSE!

This is not good for my nerves.

I have an Old Navy lanyard that I use to clip my work keys onto during the day. Wouldn’t it be nice to have something similar, but PRETTY, to clip my ring to? Then it would be safe and secure around my neck, and I could even tuck it inside my shirt when the nasty chemicals come out.

Genius!

So, I give you…

ring necklace
my beaded ring holder!

I used a leather cord, and what a PAIN to string all those beads on it. But it works, and I think it’s pretty.

I’m going to keep my eyes out for a charm that I can clip to it, so that when the ring is on my finger (99% of the time) it will still be a pretty necklace.

so…what do you think?

SOCK!

progress

I’m working on my first sock evah!you are jealous.

and GET OFF MY LAWN!

I have become an old, cranky party pooper.

HOOORAY!

I got home last night a little after 9pm. Kev was nowhere to be found, and Sadie was REALLY happy to see me. Clingy, even.

The reason for the clingyness soon became clear. Our upstairs neighbor was having a party.

The upstairs unit had been empty for a while, and then one day we started hearing thumps and bumps, and occasionally saw a late-middle aged couple in the thru-ways. Hooray! Units are selling, and with someone upstairs we’ll save on our heating bill a bit!

Then late middle aged couple disappeared,
and young college girl showed up. At first I thought maybe she was just visiting from school…but no. I think she lives there. By herself. Mommy and daddy bought her a condo to live in.

This is typical for undergrads at this school (I know she goes here - I saw her wearing a sweatshirt with the name on it). Lotsa richie kids. Spoiled, an over-inflated sense of entitlement, and an “i’m going to be a fucking DOCTOR one day, whaddaya MEAN I got a fucking A MINUS????”

anyway…spoiled college girl threw a part last night. Not a cocktail hour…a college party.

So this is what I was greeted to when I got home:

WWWWWAAAAAMMMMMMMMME
MMMMMMEMMMMMMMMBBBBB
BBBBRRRMMMMMMM….MMMMM
MWWWWAARRRRRRRRRRRRMMM
MMMMMMMRRRMMMRMMMRRRR

*group of voices*

HOORAY!

*drunk guy*

WOOOOHOOOOOOO!!!

*cue awful music with loud base again*

WWWWWAAAAAMMMMMMMMM
EMMMMMMEMMMMMMMMBBB
BBBBBBRRRMMMMMMM…..*ahhhhhh*
………MMMMMM*dammit!*WWWWA
ARRRRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMM
MMRRRMMMRMMMRRRR

Rinse…repeat….and repeat….and repeat….

Sadie was now velcroed to my leg. The music had a lot of base, and it was kind of vibrating around. It wasn’t even GOOD music. Typical punk ass kids.

Now I like a good party, and good lord knows, in my college days, I loved THAT kind of party. But I don’t live in a dorm anymore, and I bought a condo and moved out of my apartment to get AWAU from all the college kids for whom “sleep” and “work” are foreign concepts.

Kev came home, and we discussed what to do. technically, according to the condo covenants, you can be somewhat noisy until 11pm. I had a feeling I could still legitimately complain….but I didn’t want to be TOO much of a buzzkill.

I gritted my teeth, and held on until 11. Bitching under my breath the whole time. IT’S WEDNESDAY NIGHT, PEOPLE! WHO HAS A PARTY WEDNESDAY NIGHT???? GODDAMMIT!!!!

Finally, it was 11:20, and drunk college kids showed no sign of slowing down.

We contemplated calling the police, but I decided to give them a fair chance.

I made Kev go up and knock on the door.

THIS IS WHY WE LET BOYS LIVE WITH US! TO KILLS SPIDERS, FIX THE SINK, AND KNOCK ON NEIGHBOR’S DOOR TO COMPLAIN!

Plus Kev is an intimidating looking kind of guy. even a drunk punk ass kid would have second thoughts about ignoring his request.

While he was up there, he got a good peek in the window. Lots of kids, all drinking…some sleeping…most being loud.

But it broke up after he asked that they keep it down. the music went off, and we could here THUMP THUMP THUMP….WHAM! *giggle* THUMP…*trip* THUMPTHUMPTHUMP down the steps and out to the parking lot…

then we heard…

WEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOWEEEEOOOWEEEEEEE
OOOOOOEEEEEEOOOOEEEEEOOO

a car alarm! Not mine. I peeked outside…drunk kids, laughing…getting into cars.

Oh geez…I told myself SURELY one of them is a designated. Right?

but then….quiet.

ahhhhh…..

I am SUCH a bitch.