Archive for May, 2006

men!

my atlanta bridal shower is coming up in a couple of weeks, and oh yes, I am getting all tingly every time I check my registries, like a good bridezilla freak, oh my god, look what I’ve become, etc, etc.

Anyway, Kev’s family was, of course, invited, but they can’t make it (thank god, as they STILL don’t know we live together, and oh wouldn’t THAT be an awkward way to start out a party?) His mom generously offered that I should pick something off my registry and order it for myself as a gift, and she would reimburse me. Wow!

ummm…crap!

Because I have all kinds of price ranges on my registries, to accomodate all kinds of budgets. So…how generous is Kev’s mom feeling? I know she can afford a really nice gift…but I DON’T want to ASSUME she’d spend that much on a shower gift. This is a tricksie slope, one I didn’t feel comfortable taking on by myself.

So I asked Kev to find out what my price range would be next time he talked to her. I ASSUMED he’d be, well, not subtle, but at least make sure she knew I wasn’t digging for money, or anything.

Here’s what I heard a few minutes ago, as he spoke with his mother.

“uhh…so ESC wants to know a dollar amount limit on her shower gift from you.”

GAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

dammit.

*sigh* that’s Kev for you - hopefully, she knows that’s HIS wording, not mine!

and the answer is VERY generous. Eep! What do I get??? Practical? Something we can use now? One of the more extravagent items that we don’t really have room for until we move?

At least my mind is off my BARE PATCHED CONCRETE FLOOR!

***update***

after careful deliberation (about 10 minutes) I’ve picked out my gift: the bedding - quilt, blanket, shams, and a sheet set.  NOT a cheap gift.  Which Kev has assured me is fine, after teasing me that he’d just tell her “I TRIED to get her to pick something cheaper, but she’s just a GOLDDIGGER*“  dammit.  I am firm.  And I will order soon.

*she ain’t hanging with no broke ***ger

a single accomplishment

I have caved under pressure and removed popup commenting. You may all now rejoice.

We’ve taken another step backwards. Several steps, in fact, regarding the floor. I am consoling myself with the knowledge that we are doing this the RIGHT way, and that the floor will be better for it. It’s not great consolation, though, when my furniture is still piled in the sunroom, I’m walking on concrete and foam, and without the use of my kitchen. I had an anxiety attack earlier, reminding me once again that I should probably mention to my doctor at some point, that oh yeah, during periods of high stress, I tend to have anxiety attacks.

Any one with medical knowledge - is it possible to take a medicine for anxiety ONLY when you need it? Instead of an every day pill that groggifies me? Because then it wouldn’t be worth it.

Anyway, I am depressed and anxious about the floor. And I am sick of fast food.

help!

two steps forward… *now with picture-heavy goodness*

…one step back.

Well, we were all set to finish off the living room and dining room, and then put a big dent in the sunroom.

We got most of the way across the living room/dining room yesterday, and noticed there was a spot where the floor dipped down, and the laminate sunk when you stepped on it.

Yesterday, we tried to fix it by putting another layer of the underlayment on it. Didn’t work. Today we tried to figure out just how big the uneveness was. Pretty big. We ended up removing most of the boards we’d put down yesterday.

Trip to home depot #1: buy paint for bedroom and floorboards, and some sand? maybe we can put sand in the uneveness?

Sand is a no go. Kevin decides it’s too risky.

Trip to home depot #2: pick up quick drying quickrete

quick drying quickrete dries a little too quickly for comfort. first off, the direction seem to be way off on the amount of water to add - barely enough to even stir it. By the time Kev decides to add MORE water, it’s already setting. it won’t spread on the floor. I am frustrated. Kev is downright pissed. Note to quickrete people: expect a call.

Put in a call to Ace. Oh yes, they have something that will work. That is fast drying, but not SO fast drying, and it’s only $10.99 for 25lbs. Oh good, how late are you open today, sir? Umm…we’re closing…now.

It’s 5:00, we’re getting desperate. We call another Ace. They’re open until 6:30. We get there and find something specifically for uneven floors. We buy two boxes. It mixes up smoothly and evenly, and Kev gets it on the floor with minimum trouble. The downside? You have to let it sit overnight before you lay flooring on it.

So instead of laying laminate today, we went to the pool.

And then I picked up some Mrs Winners chicken.

They forgot to give me the biscuits.

I was not taking that crap. Not today.

Back to Mrs. Winners. For the biscuits. I am triumphant. I am full of chicken and biscuits and sweet tea.

tomorrow, I will go into the lab for half a day, then come back and FINISH THIS FLOOR.

And if ANYONE thinks I will be doing this for them any time soon? THINK AGAIN.

But there is some good news today. My darling brother, who never officially graduated because of a class he failed his sophomore year and never made up, and SHOULD have graduated 4 years ago…FINALLY took the art history class and got an A!

He is now officially the best educated tattoo artist in western pa. Boo-ya!

victory dance

Ok, so I found my camera’s USB cord in the pile of furniture in the sunroom. There are more over at the flickr site. Click below for PICTURE GOODNESS!

Continue reading ‘two steps forward… *now with picture-heavy goodness*’

uurrrrrggggghhhhh

got much done

not done yet

will finish(?) tomorrow

pictures coming soon

hurt….so….much….right…now….

urrrggghhh….

disturbing conversations in the car

We took a break to go eat at our favorite mexican restaurant. I got my favorite dish, and since I order it EVERY TIME and I’m OBSESSED WITH IT AND OH MY GOD I NEED TO EAT IT ALL THE TIME - burrito de carnitas. Because I’m so obsessed with it, Kev decided to order it, too, to see what all the fuss was about.
on the drive home:

Kev: uhhhh…that was so good, I want to throw it up and eat it again.

ESC: I TOLD you, isn’t it great?

Kev: the pork was so tender, but the cheese sauce on top was just perfection.

ESC: and it’s the PERFECT AMOUNT of cheese sauce. And then all the tomatillo sauce on top of THAT…so good. And then the side of black beans…it’s just the perfect combination of flavors ever.

Kev: It’s REALLY good.

ESC: It’s SO good, I want to put on a strap-on and FUCK IT.

Kev: …

ESC: hehehehehehehehehehehehehe

Kev: you are SO blogging that. or I will blog it for you, and title it “the most disturbing thing my fiance has ever said.”

ESC: heeeheheheeeeheheheeee

schedule? WHAT schedule?

It’s Day 1 of our floor installation weekend. Acutally, we’re halfway through day 1. Ask me how much we’ve done. GO AHEAD, ASK ME!!!

We don’t even have the stuff taken to storage yet. The carpet it still in place. The condo is a mess.

Now ask me why we are so far behind.

WE BOUGHT MORE FLOORING!

*insert cackling maniacal laughter*

Yes, in our spare bedroom is stacked the 600 square feet of the 69 cent/sq foot flooring we bought earlier in the week. But last night, we’re watching TV, and a commercial came on for a flooring warehouse. I am half out of it, but Kev is somewhat paying attention.
“Did they just say wood laminate flooring for 49 cents a squre foot?”

“huh, wha?”

We check out their website, and yes indeed, laminate flooring for 49 cents. But are they way outside the perimeter? Up in the burbs? Well, yes, but then there’s also one REALLY close. Right off the I85 access road - about a 10 minute drive. So yeah, it’s worth it. Overall it would save us over $120. It’s at least worth a check out, to see if it’s comparable to the Ikea flooring.

And…it is! In fact, it’s NICER than the Ikea flooring. It’s a better interlock system, and it’s contructed a little nicer. And it’s a cherry wood finish - much more realistic looking than the Ikea stuff.

We bought it. In fact, we bought MORE so we can go ahead and do the entryway and kitchen.

It’s now stacked in our bedroom, and now we’re completely wiped out from lugging it around. And we still have to haul stuff to storage. And goodwill. And move furniture around so that we can pull up the carpeting. And PRAY that what we find underneath the carpeting isn’t horrifying.

not the best way to start a holiday weekend, but…

Hey, are you Republican?

Would you like to see exactly who you’re in league with?

Read this.

Are you still Republican? Because this article is talking about some scary shit. Death over life. Control over body and mind. This is where we’re going.
I used to read alot of Sherri S Tepper. Her books used to terrify me, but I read them because they were fantasy. I used to think “good thing that would never REALLY happen.” I don’t read Sherri S Tepper anymore. Because her visions are coming true.

For a fun weekend activity, why don’t we all come up with all the ways our “religious right” resembles those religious extremists in the middle east who breed terrorists and ignorance.

Fun hint: THERE ARE ALOT OF SIMILARITIES

Better stock up on all the good burkas now, ladies.

*think I’m exaggerating?  am I exaggerating more than the people saying that a HPV vaccine would cause more teenagers to have sex?

yeah, that’s what I thought.

hey, did I ever

show you any of our engagment pics? no???

here’s one!

KevinAndRegan

good way to end a too-long day…

chicken enchiladas - sort of homemade (god bless supermarket rotisserie chicken)
mexican rice - from a box
and most importantly…

margaritas. on the rocks.

ahhhhhhhhh….OK. I’m better now.

your call is important to us…

Thank you for calling bank W, this is [whoever], how can I help you?

Yes, this is ESC, I have a problem with [huge long winded explanation of problem]

If your problem is with Company C, then you’ll have to call company C, we can’t really help you.

OK, but I can’t get ahold of company C, there is no number on their website.

I can go ahead and give you their customer service number.

Thanks!

*riinnngggg*

Thank you for calling Company C, merchant services. This is [whoever], how can I help you?

Yes I have a problem with [huge long winded explanation of problem]

I see, well, this is merchant services, and that is a [some other division] issue, so I’m not sure how I can help you.

I’m sorry, well, I was given this number by Bank W.

Oh, well, OK then. I’ll just transfer you to [some other division] and they should be able to help you.

Thanks. hummmm da dum dad dum hmmmm da da dum…

Thank you for calling Company C, B divison, this is [whoever], how can I help you?

Yes, I have a problem with [huge long winded explanation of problem]

Your name, please?

ESC

Your SSN?

[ESC’s SSN]

OK, well I see that this is an old file, and it’s already been transferred to the X division.

Um…OK.

Why don’t I transfer you to the X Division, and they should be able to help you there.

*sigh* Thanks. hmmmm dada…dadada hmmmm dada…dadadadad hmmmmm…

This is Division X, [whoever] speaking, how may I help you?

Yes, I have a problem with [huge long winded explanation of problem]

Can I have your name?

ESC

And…your client number?

uhh…what?

it’s usually your SSN

Oh, OK. [ESC’s SSN]

OK, I see you file here, and there’s LOTS of notes, I see you’ve already talked to the WWR firm…

Yes, I talked to [whoever] over there a few weeks ago, and [further detailed explanation] and then she told me [blowing smoke up my ass] and never faxed it to me.
I see, well, let’s see if we can’t get this all straightened out

[things get mostly straightened out]

OK, is there anything else I can help you with?

Yes, how do I go about doing [whatever]?

Ohh…I’m not sure. I think you’re going to have to go ahead and call WWR firm and talk to K. She’ll help you out. Here’s their number - [number]
OK, thanks. *riiinnngggg*

Thank you for calling WWR firm, this is [whoever]

Can I speak to K?

slight panic K? Uhhh…ummm…do you have a file number?

Uhhh…no? I was told to call and talk to K

Can you hold just a moment?

*sigh* yes. daaa dum ddaaaaa…dadaddadada.DA…dada…

Hello, this is [not-K], how can I help you?

Yes, I was told to speak to K, I need to know how to do [whatever]

Oh, we don’t do [whatever] here. You need to talk to Company C.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

keeping my legs crossed

today I actually found myself doing the “pee dance.”  Good lord, how old am I?  Doing the PEE DANCE???

It’s my own fault.  I have this weird aversion to peeing for some reason.  Like it’s SUCH a pain.  I don’t have TIME to pee, I have THINGS TO DO!  I’ve actually caught myself thinking about how convenient it would be to have a catheter, then I’d NEVER have to stop to pee…yeah…carrying around a bag of my own pee…that would be SWEET!

What is WRONG with me???

I start to make it a game.  As in, I kind of have to pee, but let’s see how much I can get done BEFORE I have to pee.  Weirdly, I am at my most productive when my bladder is full.

Today I was trying to get my media in the autoclave, and as I was setting the program, I was bobbing back and forth on each leg, thinking “OK, I have to rinse out this beaker and graduated cylinder, and then I can check on my cells, check my email, and THEN I’ll pee.”  *bobble left….bobble right….bobble left...*

Seriously, what IS wrong with me?  Am I playing some kind of sick pee game?

ESC, you’ve completed 5 tasks since your bladder started to tingle, and you haven’t peed your pants!  Bob, tell her what she’s won!

Ed, she’s won…a fabulous UTI!!!

*sigh*

better bulk up on the cranberry juice, just in case.  THEN I’ll pee.

juxtaposition

two bumper stickers seen on the back of a van last night.

#1. Non-judgement day is coming.

#2. What part of illegal don’t you understand?

Uhhhh…I’m confused.

did I say productive?

Did I say that we were actually going to do more work on sunday? Because what I SHOULD have said was “on sunday, we’re going to lay around the house, moaning about back and leg pain.” because that’s exactly what we did. The only productive thing I did was make a cake for someone’s birthday in the lab for today. Mmmmm…cake!

We did watch a few entertaining hours of Ted Nugent’s reality show, where he takes a bunch of city sissies and makes them shoot guns and kill animals. I particularly like the numerous breakdowns the annoying vegan animal rights activists kept having, where she tearfully asked the cameras how she could possibly deal with everyone around her killing and eating precious precious animals, and how she’s the only one who cares about animals, and it’s like SLAVERY because no one cares but her.

1. It’s Ted Nugent. What did you think you’d be doing, weaving baskets? Of course you’re going to be killing things.

2. there is a difference between caring about animals, and respecting them. just because you kill and eat an animal, doesn’t mean you don’t have respect for them. If your places were reversed, that chicken would have eaten you in a heartbeat.

Whiney people on shows are so entertaining. SUCK IT, BITCH!

And then the gay guy won (this is what I like about this show - instant gratification. not some long, tedious, 8 week elimination process. nope - quick eliminations, you know who wins by the end of the two hours. THANK YOU!), and showed his appreciation by giving Ted a big bear hug. I was rooting for a sloppy wet kiss, as Nug had previously expressed his lack of support for that kind of “lifestyle.” But he kept it clean. damn.
it’s amazing where people reach their “line.” even die hard libertarian “keep your rules off my land, tell the government to suck it, fucking USA home of the FREE, MOTHERFUCKERS!” have their limits. “Freedom for everything…uhhh…except for gays. that shit ain’t normal.” yeah, uh huh. whatever, Nug. go kill a wild boar, or something.

Tonight instead of doing more work at home, we’ll probably go BACK to Ikea to pick up the flooring - hooray! And it will cost much money. booooo. everyone wants money from me lately. Julie and Aimee want me to come to NY in July. Fun! But…flights are $214. Can I afford that??? I DON’T KNOW! PROBABLY NOT! But it may be the closest I get to having a bachellorette party, with my bridesmaids out of state or in a state of extreme mommyhood. Really, I just want to go there to drink and buy knock off designer purses.

Somehow, I must come up with money. Maybe I can start working the streets. Hey baby…wanna date? Wait, are you a cop?

owwwww…my feeeeeet

Phase 2 of “getting the condo ready to sell” has been accomplished: cleaning out our rental storage unit.

It was not easy.

The unit was a disorganized mess. While things were stack neatly around the periphery, everything in the middle had just been thrown in. We organized everything in piles - throw away, donate, keep and repack neatly.

Kev pointed out that most of the things in the donate pile were mine. Insinuating, perhaps, that I have more stuff than him. This is not the case. The TRUTH is, HE WON’T GET RID OF ANYTHING!

here is how many conversations went.

ESC: do you want to keep this [insert useless item that hasn’t been used/worn/read for as long as I’ve known him, and perhaps longer, judging from the bad shape it’s in]?

Kev: hmmmm…ehhhhh…uhhhhh….yeah. Throw it in that box over there.

ESC: dammit.

The rats have been active in our unit as well, judging by the massacre of some of my old beanie babies (shut UP, my MOM bought them for me, OK?), and the complete shredding of a very old Tolkein paperback of Kev’s.

We had Sadie with us to keep us company, though she spent a good deal of time barking threateningly at the parade of very large great dane and great dane-like dogs belonging to the very nice lesbian couple working at their unit a little ways down from ours. They were very chatty and nice. They even had a pond in one of their units - one of those plastic pond forms - which they filled with water and let their dogs play in. When they were done, they let Sadie play in it. She was a little uncertain at first - “is this a BATH? I don’t like BATH. This feels like it might be a BATH.” But then there were little floaty ball toys she could bark at and beg us to throw…uh…two feet to her left, so she could dig at the water and pick up the ball and fling it out of the pond. She was in doggy pond heaven.

Kev got to the storage unit around 1, I joined him after my workout and working in the lab for a bit, around 2:30. We finally finished work around 9. We threw away a truckload of trash, and now we have a truckload to donate to goodwill. There is plenty of room in the unit now for the additional furniture I want to move out of here.

Tomorrow we’ll pack up stuff and furniture to move out there.

Next week, the flooring goes in.

In the meantime…I need to take a bath and soak my feet. They are SORE from standing on concrete all day.

but it feels GOOD to have all that done!

***UPDATE****

ahhhh….that was WONDERFUL. And epsom salt bath soak with my eukalyptis bubble bath and gel. I am clean and smooth and good smelling. And my feet feel SO MUCH BETTER. Especially since I attacked them with a pumice stone. Take THAT callus!

together too long

in the shower together.

ESC: damn

Kev: what?

ESC: I can’t remember if I shaved my pits or not yet.

*assumes akward pose to check*

ESC: I can’t see.   Can you tell?

*offers armpit up for investigation*

Kev: hmmm…I think so.  looks pretty smooth to me.

ESC: ok, thanks

Kev: hehehehehehe

ESC: what?

Kev: wuvvv…TWOOOO wuvvv…

ESC: we’ve been together too long already, haven’t we?

yogurty goodness, part two

Simultaneously disappointed and resolved after my last yogurt experiement, I decided to try again. Last time, if you’ll recall, I tried to recreate Activia yogurt using Alton Brown’s standard homemade yogurt recipe. What I ended up with was tangy yogurt soup. Excellent in smoothies, but not so much for other yogurt applications.

I did some online searching, and came up with a journal article about the little critter that Dannon refers to as “bifidius regularus.” While this article dealt with the yogurty properties of said little bug, they were interested in measuring oligosaccharide formation. Nonetheless, I decided to give their protocol a whirl. It’s similar enough to AB’s, so I don’t need any special equipment.

I don’t have any pictures of this second time around, as they would look EXACTLY THE SAME as the last round of pictures.

This time, I increased the amount of powdered milk by half to try to improve the consistency. I also bought a new probe thermometer to measure milk temperature. When the milk/powdered milk/honey mixture got to 120F, I added the first innoculation - the activia. The journal article added the culture at this higher temp, and kept it there for an hour and a half.

I transfered the liquid to my container and then on to the heating pad on high - but after a few minutes, my temperature probe (slipped underneath the container) read way to high. Medium setting held at around 122F, so that’s where I left it for a little over an hour. Then I added about a half cup of regular plain dannon yogurt (actually, to a bowl, were I added some of the hot mixture to thin it out, making it easier to incorporate into the main mix). I switched the heating pad to low, which kept a constant 104F.

I intended to keep it at this temp for 12 hours, but it was closer to 15, as Kev forgot about it the following afternoon. No harm done, into the fridge!

Last night when I got home, I had my first taste…

whoooooeeeeeeeeeppppppp!!!!!

TANGY!

But definately thicker. Thicker on top of the yogurt than underneath, but still a MUCH better consistency than before.

Kevin LOOOVES it tangy. It’s a little much for my palate.  However, the addition of strawberries and some more honey improved the flavor vastly.  Out of the 5 people that tried it from my lab and neighbor lab, 3 liked it, one was so-so (not much of a yogurt person) and one was a definate no.

I can post a picture of the final yogurt tonight.

Now, go forth and produce your own yogurty goodness!  I’ve already inspired one person :)

trauma!

yesterday, after waiting and waiting for a call from the jewelers that my ring was back from being sized, I finally called.

“oh yes, it’s right here.  sorry we didn’t call, the holiday weekend was pretty crazy”

Yeah, whatever, I WANT MY RING BACK!

So we thought we’d go ahead and pick it up, and at the same time order the wedding bands.

back story on wedding bands - go here and scroll down.

The woman I talked to last week about the custom band wasn’t there.  dammit.  and, of course, no one knew what I was talking about.  “The custom designers?  They won’t be here until June.”  Yeah, I KNOW THAT!  Dammit.  At least I got my properly sized ring back.  Ahhh…feels so good and familiar.
So first thing this morning…OK, around 10am this morning when they opened, I went BACK to order both our rings.

She was there…helping someone else.  I waited.  Then they couldn’t find the paperwork.  So she had to call the design company again.  Then they dropped a small bombshell on me.  Because they custom make the band to fit perfectly against my engagement ring, I would have to send the ring with the order, so they could make a mold of it.

I JUST GOT MY RING BACK!  Dammit.  3 more weeks without my ring.

But I got the ring’s ordered - Kev picked out one they already had in the store (top right).   And turned over my beloved engagement ring *sob*

But don’t feel too bad for me (aha…aha…aha…).  Because we were using the “spend $100, get $100″ certificates Kev got when he got the engagement ring, it was in our best interest to come as close to an even hundred mark as we could.  I was a little over $50 short of hitting an even…so…

I got a nice pair of sapphire earrings to make up the difference.  Yes…I MADE THAT SACRIFICE!  BECAUSE I LOVE MY SWEETIE ENOUGH TO SAVE US MONEY!  We even have 2 certificates left OVER…so…you know…if Kev wants to buy me a wedding day present…but only if he LOVES ME THAT MUCH…he can.
(he’s going to kill me for saying that)

But in 3 weeks, we should have our rings, which we will then spend the next 3 months trying not to lose.   Hooray!

The only big thing left to do in the early planning process, is find a place to have the rehearsal dinner.  Not as easy as it sounds.  dammit.  Why aren’t there more fun and casual places inside the perimeter that have a private dining room?  huh?  HUH???

fun times!

each not enough for a full post on their own

Doesn’t anyone watch CSI: Miami? Anyone? I reeally want to sit and talk about last night. But no one here watches it. Stupid Grey’s Anatomy.  But OMG!  They killed off Horatio’s wife!  Just when I thought he’d never be moody and brooding again!  Fuckers!
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I read this and laughed my ass off.

HEY STUPID MIDDLE AMERICA! YEAH, YOU. THE ONES WHO THINK WIRETAPPING IS OK AS LONG AS IT STOPS THE “TERRSTS” AND “FOR-NERS.” NOW THEY’LL HAVE YOUR ASS ON RECORD. HOW LONG BEFORE THEY DECIDE YOU SHOULDN’T OWN GUNS AT ALL? BECAUSE OBVIOUSLY IF THEY MAKE GUNS ILLEGAL, THE “TERRSTS” WILL TURN THEIRS IN.

SUCK IT, ASSHOLES. you’re reaping what you sowed. die in a fire.

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and in happier news, my Maid of Honor, Jenni, just got engaged!

which one is the penguin?

We’ve been friends since 5th grade. Her and her fiance, Dave, have been together for NINE YEARS! HOLY SHIT! And scarier, we all went to high school together. Scarier STILL…we all played trombone. Our trombone section ROCKED. So not only have they dated 9 years, they’ve known each other since…uhhh…I guess freshman year, so…1991? That’s a long time.

Anyway CONGRATULATIONS, you guys!

thanks!!!

Oh my god, I didn’t even think it would work (well, except for Vince, who if, after pressuring me into it, he had decided NOT to donate, I would have totally kicked his ass). But big smoochie thank yous to Vince, Se7en, and E-Lo! You will be well rewarded…uhh…with my gratitude. For right now. I will think of something, though.

If you’d still like to donate to the “buy ESC a new laptop bag” fund, you still can — > over on the sidebar.

In NON-whore news…

Saturday I introduced Kevin to Ikea. Kev, this is Ikea. Ikea, this is Kevin. For all the grumbling he did before we got there, he sure fell in love with that place! It’s DANGEROUS in there, I tell you!

So it looks like we’ll definately be putting in a new floor, and also possibly new kitchen countertops (in the “stone effect blue grey”). All to make my place look spiffy and sellable. And not dingy and ghetto-like, which is what it is now.

Sunday we drove allll the waaaay to Birmingham, where we met his mom and sister & family (halfway point for all of us) and had a yummy mother’s day lunch at Bahama Breeze. Then we went to Vulcan park, which has a ginormous statue dedicated to the steel mill history of Birmingham. It’s the Pittsburgh of the south!

Fun yet exhausting. And now I’m at work, where it finally hit me that the reason I’ve been having problem with my strain construction the past couple of weeks is that the region I’m trying to delete overlaps with an unknown yet essential gene.

Crappers.

Tomorrow I will start with a clean slate!

ESC < — official blog whore

By all means, continue enjoying the homemade yogurty goodness below. I will definately try again this weekend with a new protocol (outlined in the comments below) to see if that helps.

OK, on Vince’s urging, I have put up a paypal donate button. It’s on my sidebar, under “MSDS.”

Is this for a good cause? A charity? Some wonderfully altruistic undertaking of mine?

No.

Just for me. To buy a computer bag.
If you DO make a donation, you can include a note. In that note you can say “this is for your laptop bag!” or “this is for your wedding fund!” And I will use the money appropriately.

Or, you can just give me the big ol’ middle finger and say “this is what I think of you whoring for money!” In which case I will snap my fingers and wag my head and say “oh NO you DI’INT! I will CUT YOU, BITCH!” and then we will get into a whore-fight, complete with spikey platform shoes and shredded vinyl clothing.

let the fun begin!!!!

fun with yogurt!

And no, I don’t mean THAT kind of fun.

So I have been very much enjoying the new yogurt product known as Activia. But hooo boy, is it a little on a pricey side. Also, have you seen the sugar content? Something like 17g per cup. Yeouch.

Something must be done!

I know you can make yogurt at home. I saw it on the teeeveeee once. So, if you can make REGULAR yogurt at home, can you make this new fangled fancy yogurt with the Bifidus regularis in it? How hard can it be, really?

I’ve never made yogurt before in my life. Obviously, it was time to try something totally untested. For SCIENCE!!!

I’ve heard of several different ways of making yogurt - some say you just mix the milk and yogurt starter and plop in the fridge for a day. Some say leave out overnight. But since I am a scientist (ok, a grad student) AND a food geek, I decided to go with the strategy proposed by everyone’s favorite mad scientist foodie, Alton Brown. His recipe can be found here.
I assembled the players. Milk, powdered milk, honey, volunteer yogurt culture, very clean hardware.
the players

I made sure EVERYTHING was very clean - pot, spoon, plastic container, and probe thermometer. And…there’s where things broke down.

My thermometer was reading 123F…130F..134F…141F…what the hell? I hadn’t even gotten the stove turned on yet? OK…I was going to have to wing it. AB’s recipe stated that I needed to bring the temperature to 120F. Since I already scanned other recipes, I knew that the milk had to be “scalded,” but not boiling. (this is why it helps to read several recipes before you try something new). So I heated the milk until steaming, with tiny foam bubbles formed on the sides, but NOT to boiling.

heating the milk and honey\

STIR OFTEN! Even with much stirring, I still got some spooge on the bottom of my pan. Make sure you soak that shit, or you’ll NEVER get it off.

Here’s the “voluteer” culture. There is no “plain” flavor, so I used vanilla.

the active culture

Then into the container, and ready to go! after lidding, of course.

ready to go!

OK, I’ll cop here. AB’s recipe calls for a tall cylindrical container. I do have something similar to what he used. It’s a bagle keeper. Right now, it’s Sadie’s travel food storage. I don’t think I’d ever be able to get the smell of dog food out of there. So I nixed that idea and went with this container. The recipe also said to wrap the container with a heating blanket set to medium and placed in a wine cooler. Who has a wine cooler? NOT ME! I do have a big plastic storage bin, though.

the

I covered with a folded up tablecloth and left it for the night. About 9 hours incubation. This morning, I had this:

after a night's incubation

Some solidification, you can see where the whey has separated out. But still pretty liquidy. Hmmm…into the fridge for the day!

after a day in the fridge

A little more firm. But still pretty runny. Damn. Maybe I didn’t add enough milk powder? Or maybe I need to start with more culture. Or maybe my improvisations with the temperature and the container were more critical than I though. Humph.

But the TRUE test…does it taste OK? And…more importantly, will it kills us?

As usual in these kinds of test, the scientist NEVER uses herself as a guinea pig. I have a perfectly good victim…er…volunteer nearby!

the dramatic test!

Weeellllllll????

not dead!

He likes it!

It’s actually good! Runny, and tangy. And it might need a little more sweetening. Maybe I’ll add some splenda. And it would probably be better with some fruit mixed in.

Next time I hit target, I’ll get a new thermometer. And I might try to up the powdered milk a bit (according to the recipe, the powdered milk adds more protein and makes the yogurt more solid).

All in all, a rousing success. And I have a whole quart’s worth of homemade activia for less that it costs to buy a 4-pack. Hooray!

damn you, woman!

One of the women I work with is in the market for a new laptop bag. Something lightweight, because she has nerve problems with her arms, and the backpack she’s been using is aggrevating her condition.

I am a helpful person. I am also bored today. I WILL HELP! So I’m searching. And serching. And everything is ugly or expensive. Or both.

DOESN’T ANYONE MAKE CUSTOM LAPTOP BAGS???

Yes.

They make custom bags. To fit your laptop. And she is thrilled. Perfect for her.

The problem is…

I WANT ONE TOO!

Oh my god, they are so cute! And look! Pink and brown! You know I am obsessed with pink and brown right now! And retro-flowers!!! And they’re only $99!

But…I can’t afford $99 right now. I just made the decision to drop around $600 on new flooring (IKEEEEA!) to improve my chances of selling my condo (this attractively priced, 2br/2bath condo comes with recently purchased kitchen appliances, washer and dryer, and this fabulous matted, dog-stained, disintigrating carpet! So would you like to make an offer? Hello? Hello???)

I CAN’T AFFORD A LAPTOP BAG RIGHT NOW! Even though my old cute one from Target is falling apart. You would THINK you’d get decent QUALITY from a $20 bag made by a 6 year old malasian girl. GEEZ it’s hard to find good child labor these days.

But…*whine* I REALLY REALLY WANT ONEEEE!!! Sooo preeeettttyyy!!!!

dammit.

I’m going to have to be a good girl on this. Damn my helpfulness. Why did I have to find Ms. Avery and her fanatastic designs???? This has totally ruined my day.

What? they also make CUSTOM BRIDAL BAGS???

I hate my life.

I think Pat Robertson’s head just exploded.

Linked in BoingBoing, a very good story about the Vatican Astronomer.

my favorite bit:

“Religion needs science to keep it away from superstition and keep it close to reality, to protect it from creationism, which at the end of the day is a kind of paganism - it’s turning God into a nature god. And science needs religion in order to have a conscience, to know that, just because something is possible, it may not be a good thing to do.”

which reminds me (sort of) of something bobbing around in my brain. Last sunday, during the “prayers and concerns” part of the church service, someone asked our pastor to pray for those “who’s faith has been shaken by the DaVinci Code.” Poor MJ was flustered, and said something like “Ohh…Ok. The DaVinci code is a very good book, but it’s not biblical.”

Exactly. NOT BIBLICAL. It’s a work of FICTION.

Who are these people who’s faith is so tenuous, who feel that they have failed to instill in themselves and in their children a strong enough faith, so that when a work of FICTION comes out (DaVinci Code, Harry Potter, etc), they are TORN APART over it.

A fictional book is NOT something that supposed to shake your faith. LIFE shakes your faith.

A president who claims he was chosen by God to lead America…straight into the dumps. That should shake your faith.

The war in Iraq should shake your faith.

The AIDS crisis in Africa should shake your faith.

Watching a loved one sicken and slowly die as you stand by helpless. THAT should shake your faith.

Not a book. Grow the fuck up.

And, while I’m on the topic…questioning your faith is a good one. What do we end up with when people do not constantly re-evaluate themselves, their faith, their morals on a daily basis? Pat Robertson. Those who are immovable, who don’t change, who don’t think to themselves “Why does this happen? Where is God? Where am I while this is going on? What can I do?” end up blindly following those who scream “infidels” at the slightest infraction.

Much like the radical islamists in the middle east.

And much like the evolution they reject, those who refuse to bend, to change, to grow, to truly love…will never adapt. And those that don’t adapt are doomed to die out when the conditions on this big island change.

super big thing

ESC: …so can you help me measure the rooms tonight?

Kev:  Yeah, give me a few minutes.

ESC: you still have that super big…uhh…thing…right?

Kev: hehehehe…yeaaaaahhh…..

ESC: dammit.  TAPE MEASURE.

Kev: hehehehehehee

dogs will keep you humble

Kev and I spent most of the weekend (not spent shopping) CLEANING.  This is phase 1 of “get the condo ready for sale.”  Phase 2 is “clean out rental storage unit,” to be followed quickly by Phase 3: “Put everything non-essential in storage.”  Phase 4 will be “fix drywal corners and make a decision on what to do about this carpet because seriously, it is disgusting.”

And just to add the point Phase 4, as I was admiring my clean living and dining room, smelling the sweet smell of febreeze and carpet deoderizer….Sadie threw up on the carpet in the sunroom.

Thanks for that, Sadie.

It was green and leafy.  I checked all the herbs on the balcony (where Sadie was banished during the cleaning, as she has a tendency to sit IN THE EXACT PLACE you need to be cleaning, and every time you tell her to MOVE IT, she slinks off pathetically, tail between her legs, because “what is going ON?  Why everyone off the couch yet no one PLAYING WITH ME???”)  and they’re all intact.  Obviously, Sadie has been raiding lettuce from the fridge.

And now that I segued nicely to the plants on my balcony (what?  yes I did!), I will be adding MORE to my collection…FREE!  There is a greenhouse on top of the parking garage, which has been filthy and empty for years, is now clean and full of beautiful green plants, thanks to a new professor and his undergrad class.  As it’s the end of the semester, he has a whole greenhouse full of plants to get rid of.  Mostly veggie plants.  w00t!  So he had a little “party” this morning, to show everyone how nice the greenhouse is now, and to get rid of all the plants.  He even had free coffee and bagels as incentive.  Sha!  Like we all need incentive!  Free plants!!!!

He had EVERYTHING.  Squash and watermelon and peanuts and corn and cotton and pole beans and tomatoes and peppers and potatoes and EVERYTHING.

I got zucchini, cucumber, and green onion.  If I had extra arms, I would have grabbed more.   I already have cherry tomatoes, lettuce and jalepeno peppers at home.  I’m going to have a KICK ASS salad in a month or so!

happy seis de mayo!

OK, so we couldn’t get out for Mexican food last night.  We tried, I swear.  But Kev had his mysterious “surprise” for me, and we had to be there by around 7:30 “to get a seat.”  All the mexican restaurants had lines out the door, so they were out.

We ended up at a new place I’d been wanting to try out - a little bar and grill type place.  Low prices, good food, and an EXCELLENT pear cider called Ace that I definately need to find somewhere.

The surprise was surprising!  Kev had bought tickets for a classical choral performance.  Because it was cindo de mayo, there was a twist.  They were singing mozart, but also one of the “lost” baroque Mexican composers.  “the virgin of guadalupe” by Francisco Delgado.  The piece was newly reconstructed by a grad student in California, who flew in to hear it performed for what is likely the very first time.  It was beautiful.

Did I mention that the performance was at a church?  Kevin didn’t mention that.  So I was wearing a red lacey top (caliente!) with quite the plunging necklines.  I was self concious, but Kev said I got quite a few appreciative glances at the reception following the concert.

Then we stopped at a package store and I picked up a nice bottle of tequila - when we got home we celebrated properly with very STRONG margaritas.

This morning, after a phone call from my mother trying to nail down when I can come to pittsburgh for a bridal shower, we headed out for some proper mexican cuisine for a very late breakfast/early lunch.  I love Coyote Grill.  If you are in the Decatur area, go to the coyote grill.  It’s small and unassuming.  But the food is excellent.  I always get the burrito de carnitas, which is a burrito stuffed with slow cooked pork and salsa, topped with a cheese sauce and a tomatilla sauce, and served with black beans.  An excellent way to start the day.

Then, to LIFT my mood from the crappy week, we went shopping!  But first we stopped at the men’s wearhouse and made some tuxedo decisions.  And when I say “we, ” I mean “I.”  Though Kev did get to pick out the cufflinks and shoes ;)

Back to Kay jewelers to discuss wedding bands.  Kev has his all picked out already, but I was disappointed in the women’s selection.  The deal is, we have 5 “spend $100, get $100″ given to Kev when he bought my ring.  We have to use these by early June.  There is only one ring in the store that I sort of like.  BUT…they also work with a company that designs jewelry.  Kev got my ring from this company through Kay’s.  They basically travel around to different Kay stores, hitting each store about 4 times a year.  They could make a band that would match the pattern on my engagement ring.  Which would be nice!  They’re coming back through in June…two weeks after our coupons expire.  The first time we asked about it, the woman was all “oh, they don’t have a website, and they only work through us, and blah blah blah,” so it looked bleak.  Today there was some kind of elderly manager man there, and he had all kinds of ideas.  So now the woman at Kay is going to call this company for us to see if they can do a matching band, and how much it would cost, and then get back to us monday.  Yay!

I’m also getting my ring resized - it’s just a TAD too big.  Down a half size and cleaned, please!  So I am ringless for a week.  trauma!

Then we came home and napped.  After I spent a good deal of money at bath and body works, old navy, and target.

Much better saturday!!!

it gets BETTER!

Now I have CRAMPS!  Oh you ALL want to be me now, don’t you?

OK, desperate times call for desperate measures.  I want jokes and entertaining stories, websites, whatever.  Leave them in the comments for all to enjoy.  The best story gets a picture of my boobs.  Or a picture of Sadie.  Or a picture of Sadie’s boobs.  Whichever I feel like at the time.

Now make with the funny.  Comply.

another winner

another winner of a day, though this time no one lectured me on my salt intake (I put extra salt on my dinner tonight, though. take THAT bitch!)

Found out that my bank is trying to kick me out of their upgraded 3rd party billpay service, because 3 years ago, the service paid a bill for me, but I didn’t have enough money in my account to cover it. This is my problem. However, what ISN’T my problem, is that I had no idea that this ever occurred, no one ever notified me. Not a phone call, not a letter, nothing. They should have at least kicked me out of bill pay then, which would have clued me on on the problem. But for reasons their lawyer couldn’t figure out…nothing happened. Until three years later, my bank decided to upgrade their bill pay service, and my debt raised a red flag.

This is why I should have checked my credit report earlier. there it is..a big fat UNPAID DEBT squatting it’s ugly ass on my report.

*sigh* the original debt is now paid off, however I’m sure they’re going to come at me for the interest. I am going to argue my sweet ass off, because I am NOT paying interest and they are DAMN well going to get that thing off my credit report. How the fuck am I supposed to pay a debt I never knew I had? the lawyer said they had a wrong phone number for me. But they DID have the right address. So why didn’t I get a letter? “It would have been from our law firm - we should have been sending you lots of letter about this.” she told me. “I never got a letter from a law firm. Believe me, I would OPEN a letter from a law firm. Law firm letters are SCARY THINGS.”

Something tells me this isn’t going to be easy.

Also, I broke a large flask, and I’m pretty sure my cloning didn’t work. Again.

tomorrow is friday. cinco de mayo. And Kev’s got something special planned that he’s keeping a secret I hope it involves enough alcohol to ERASE THIS WEEK!

boos and rants

boo to wordpress.  you ate 3/4 of a post earlier today, and it was the difficult-to-write 3/4’s.  however, it was kind of an “eh” post, so maybe you were doing me a favor.  however, in the future, please let me know if you find my content boring or objectionable BEFORE you crap out on me, so I can can ctl-c beforehand.

some motherfucking asshole stole my car antenna deelybobber today in the parking garage.  it was a pink mickey (or, more likely, minnie) head wearing a gold crown that said “disneyland.” and “disney princess.”  it was silly, but I liked it - my mom brought it back from her trip to CA.  It helped me find my car in a crowded car lot.  and it was an ironic joke between my mother and me - I am not a pink frilly princess, but it amuses me to have it say so on my car.  So thank you SO much for ripping it off my car, fucking taintstain.  I hope you die in a fire.

boo to the bumper sticker I saw today.  It was ALMOST awesome.  The way the bike rack on the back of the SUV was obscuring the letters, I first read it as “vag peace.”  awesomeness!  my vag is ALL ABOUT peace!  all vag’s unite!  for peace!  then my angle changed, and I saw that it actually said “wage peace.”  which is OK…I guess.  but not nearly as awesome as “vag peace.”

Fucking lady in the mcdonald’s drive thru.  I have been mostly successful in avoiding fast food, but every once in a while, you just HAVE to have a greasy burger and fries.  It’s the way of the world.  this mcdonald’s is infamous for always running out of fries and making you wait, only to deliver to you searing hot, under-salted fries.  Ugh.  So I asked drive thru lady for some salt, just in case.  “OK, I’ll give you salt…THIS time.  but you should know that salt is BAD for you.”

Fucking drive thru lady…I am at a mcdonalds drive thru, holding a bag containing a quarter pounder with cheese and fries.  Do I look like I am all about being healthy at this moment?  Did I ask you for a lecture about my health?  Perhaps you are in the wrong business.  Maybe you should get a job where you are SUPPOSED to go around pointlessly lecturing people and pissing them off.   in the meantime, give me my salt like a good drive thru monkey and SHUT THE FUCK UP!

boo to having to tell my choir that I’m moving.  They are all very sad.

but we did get to sing “my shepherd will supply my need” which is my most favoritist thing that we sing EVER and we get to sing it in church this weekend.   So I’m in a much better mood than I should be, all considering.

I’m back, bitches!

It was a crammed full trip to NC - we met and hung out with what I’ll call our “brother” lab when we get there (we’ll be using part of their space until ours is finished), we saw what WILL be our space, and what changes will definately need to be made to it before we can use it (walls knocked down, windows added, disgusting grime cleaned up), and what it WILL look like when it’s done.  We saw the campus, the chapel, the gardens…the student union where we all bought t-shirts (dorks!).

We had two mini re-unions as we met up with two former lab members of ours who ended up in post-docs or grad school there.  toured around the area, saw areas where we can look to find apartments, found places that we should NOT look for apartments.

It was wonderful.  It was small, but it was big all at the same time.  It was unhurried.  It was not rush hour all damn day traffic.  Everyone was nice, and friendly, and there was no road rage.  It was open spaces.  And trees.  And hiking paths.  And little coffee shops, and everything is CLOSE and AFFORDABLE and just lovely.

Six and a half months and we’re THERE.



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