Archive for June, 2006

is “man nipples” hyphenated?

Am I starting to repeat myself as a blogger? I’d hate to think I’m becoming the grandma of blogland.

YES, Gramma, we HEARD that story before.

I may have posted this next thing before.

But once again, I saw the plastic surgery show where a transexual got boobies. Always when someone on the show gets boobies, they do the “before” and “after” shots, and the nipples are always fuzzed out. Yet when the transexual gets the boobies, the before shot isn’t fuzzed, but the aftershot is. Man-nipples OK. Man-nipples with implants? ABSOLUTELY NOT!

Censors are weird.

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So Tot’s last post got me thinking about the music for my wedding reception. We’re going all old school, but I should probably look over the band’s play list (partial play list) and pick out some songs. Fortunately, they play some of my favorites. yay! but…uhhhh…some ind of disturbing ones on there.

Big Ten Inches - (dude, I think aunt evelyn just fainted)

Bowlegged Woman - (ugly younger sister of Black Magic Woman?)

It ain’t the meat, it’s the motion - (OK, that’s what girls tell really small guys to make them feel better)

Saturday Night Fish Fry - (first off, fish fry’s are on FRIDAYS, and WHO needs a SONG about them???)

Sixty Minute Man - (can you say urinary tract infection?)

Trouble then Satisfaction - (funny, usually the trouble comes AFTER the satifaction…)

Tomorrow I may be gone - (maybe not a good one to play for a wedding)

Fortunately, there are plenty of good ones to pick from. These…will be left off the playlist, I think.

I’m here

I know, I haven’t written.  I am as busy as a [insert offensive nationality joke also involving a donkey here].

I will be back.  Later.  I promise.

unmarked

No tattoo. My brother can’t find the sketch he made. He’s going to keep looking, but I’m not holding my breath. It will take time for him to recreate the sketch, but he’s got a lot going on right now, and I leave tuesday.

Oh well. It will happen. Just not this trip.

Shower was good - many gifts, many generous friends. Many funny shower games. It was fun.

Posts expected to be slightly less boring and wedding stuffed some time later this week.

this trip’s theme is…

Total and utter exhaustion.

During the day: run around, shop, wedding stuff, eat.

Night: pass out like a alcoholic monkey.

Yesterday I bought my “marryin’ shoes” - hooray! they are sparkly and pretty and have a higher heel than I’m used to, but are still comfortable. I will have to wear them around the house for a while to break them in a bit and get used to them. Nothing says high class like a bride who trips on her dress and falls flat on her face during the wedding march.

Today: the shower. and possibly: the tattoo.

updates later.

2nd worst flight of my life

The WORST flight experience of my life was when I was 16 and was visiting my aunt in New York. My flight back home was immediately cancelled out of laguardia, so they bussed us to Newark (slogan: “Come enjoy the ass of america!”), and then proceeded to delay delay delay the flight out of there, finally cancelling it around 9 o’clock, then cheerfully informing us that there were NO hotels in the area for us (Newark: “We suck hairy donkey balls!”). I put on my sad and ready-for-emotional-breakdown face, and the rep managed to pull some strings and get the airline to pay for a cab to take me on the 3 hour drive back to my aunt’s house, using directions she read to me over the phone. Which I relayed to the english-is-not-my-first-language driver (”Pond reedge?” “no, POUND ridge. POUND! POUND!” “Pond???” “gah!!!”)

That was my most miserable flight experience ever. yesterday was a close second.

By the time I got to the gate, my flight was already delayed by over an hour. The helpful airline rep told me that the plane was delayed getting there, but if it got in earlier than that, we’d leave earlier! Isn’t that good news? Called my parents, got something for dinner, as now I would be getting into pittsburgh around 9.

At around quarter to 7, I noticed that no one around me was getting restless, and that there hadn’t been any announcements, even though the flight time hadn’t changed. The gate board still had my flight number…but I was suspicious. I check the computer screens. Gate change. Thanks for telling me, bitch. I find the right gate and make myself comfortable.

My entertainment for the next hour was provided about around 7 girls - i’d say around 18, 19, and I’m guessing were part of some kind of team or club, maybe volleyball? Dressed in casual sweats with their hair pulled back in an “i just don’t CARE look,” yet still managing to look sexy - you know the type, right? Remember when you could dress like you didn’t care and still look great? Yeah, me neither. Anyway, they sprawled out on the floor, listening to their ipods, and stretching their legs, lazily scratched their tight tummies. Withing minutes, every man in the gate area had casually made their way nearby to get a better look. Looking without trying to be obvious. At one point, one of the girls must have had a crick in her back, because she rolled over on her stomach and another girl jumped on top of her and started massaging and pounding on her back. I thought some of the guys were going to pass out. It was very entertaining.

The flight reps have changed the boarding time from 7:13 to 8…something. Just an 8. This wasn’t good. a little while after THAT, they announced a gate change. Group groan, and we all trudged down the hallway, leaving the co-eds to their business. By 8:30, we were boarding. I called my dad, who wanted to make sure we were actually on our way before leaving for the airport. ha. ha. “on our way.” that’s funny.

Because not long after boarding, the pilot informed us that air tran’s computers had “gone down,” and he wasn’t able to get “the paperwork” he needed before taking off. Paperwork? We’re going to Pittsburgh. get up in the air and FLY NORTH.

It’s 10:00. I call my dad. “have you left for the airport yet?” “I’m AT the airpor.” “make yourself comfortable.” “oh no, you’re kidding.”

The pilot was apologetic and irritated at the situtation. He said we could get off the plane to stretch our legs if we wanted, but to not go far. No WAY am I getting off this plane. I am rewarded with free water and goldfish crackers. The people who got off the plane are totally jealous.

Around 11, everyone gets back on the plane. Good sign. The computers are up, we are ready to go…wait in line to take off.

The flight is smooth, in spite of the fact that there is a constant fireworks diplay of lightening out the window.

The most entertaining part of the whole night: as soon as we landed, a guy sitting two rows behind me called his wife/girlfriend. “I tried to call you to tell you but your phone was off. Will you LISTEN to me? Will you LISTEN to me? I’VE BEEN ON A PLANE!” Silence. rign rign “HellOOO? I’m on a plane! It was delayed! Delayed!” Silence. ring ring “HellOO? Will you LISTEN TO ME??? I can’t HELP it the plane was delayed…no I am NOT cheating on you! Lisa, will you LISTEN…” silence. ring ring “HellOO?”

this went on as we made our way to the gate. After about 8 or 10 times, we were all so tired and delirious that we couldn’t help listening and snickering. I called out “her concern for you is touching!” and everyone around just burst out laughing. The guy looked so sad and tired. at one point, he said “OK, can everyone tell her we’re on a plane?” “WE’RE ON A FRIGGIN’ PLANE!!!!” “see? I’m on a…will you just LISTEN to me???”

After I got off the plane and made a beeline for the closest bathroom, I saw him again in the hall, still on the phone. “Lisa, I held up the phone so you’d realize I was ON A PLANE! It’s NOT my fault, will you LISTEN TO ME????”

Poor guy. I wanted to call Kev and tell him how much I love our relatively drama-free relationship.

My very exhausted looking father picked me up. We got home around 1:30am. I left work for the airport at 3, so total time spent attempting to get to Pittsburgh: 10 and a half hours. Total time it takes to DRIVE to pittsburgh, a little less than 12.

I am tired. But home. And today I get to see the reception place, pick out a cake design for my reception here, and then go shopping with mom. This will be a good break.

torture tv

I’m watching a special on public television about kids with cancer, and it’s killing me. there is a kid named Justin who is just reminding me so much…

why am I watching this? seriously. I should be watching food network.

I should be packing.

cleaning.

I hope Justin makes it.  and little alex.
oh shit.  there’s a part 2.  I may never know.

shit.

Take this quiz: who said it? Coulter or Hitler?

I got 10 out of 14.

more lame updates

My kitchen is somewhat back together, and tonight I made a real meal for the first time in god-knows-when.

  • Grilled then roasted pork loin
  • Baked sweet potatos
  • Veggie salad

it was gooooooooooooood.

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flooring still not done, but still so close.

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I finally talked to my brother, and if he can find the drawings he did of the tattoo design, getting my tattoo should not be problem. He’s pretty sure it’s in the shop, and he’s pretty sure that the owner will let him in tomorrow*. Also, I found out he has a myspace site. On it, he has a meme in which he states, among other things, that the last time he had sex was yesterday.

Let’s file that under “things I never need to know about my brother.”

*have I covered this here? Brief synopsis: my brother worked for Eric (aka: total fucking asshole loser), who, one day, decided that paying rent on the tattoo shop was no longer priority numero uno. Landlord is pissed, refuses to renew the lease, locks them all out, and seizes all the stuff inside. My brother is in the process of negotiating a lease with the landlord to open up his own shop in the same location, with a different name. There’s all sorts of bullshit he has to go through first, and Eric is contesting the whole “seizing of property” thing in court, but I can’t see where he has a leg to stand on - he owes the landlord something like $8000. So while my brother doesn’t actually have the lease in hand, it should soon become a done deal.

My brother will be a small business owner. Frightening.
other funny part of the conversation

ESC: so how is eric taking this?

bro: Oh, he’s thrilled, actually. couldn’t be happier for me.

ESC: really?

bro: NO, he’s fucking PISSED!

an update here and there

Wow. Lots of people had something to say about where I should get my tattoo. Of course, I’m going to ignore most of it and get it where I want to. but still, wow. Thanks! After all this, though, I hope I actually get one. I tried to call him - cell number temporarily disconnected. Hmmmm…

Many things going on this week, with very little time to do them. I need to get as much done in the lab as possible before friday, because 1. I am SO VERY VERY CLOSE to finishing lab work so I can start writing full time. Oh so very painfully close. and 2, because I am flying to pittsburgh on thursday, and even though it’s been on our lab calendar for a couple of months, I will still have to remind boss lady, and she will give me the “I can’t believe you’re leaving when you are so close to finishing and oh you REALLY need to get started writing full time because you REALLY need to graduate soon” look, and I need to be able to say “I did this this this and this this week, and while I’m gone, these plates will be in the incubator, and this sequencing will be out, and I’ll have this data to look over while I’m gone” and she will roll her eyes and say “I hope you’re not planning any MORE little trips this summer.”

My life is fun.

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Flooring 0, us 1

OK, it’s more like flooring 5, us 3…but we’re gaining! flooring is ALMOST DONE! So very close to being done! And oh my GOD shoot me if I ever attempt anything like this again! I will PAY someone to do this for me from now on.
THIS is why we need illegal immigrants!

(KIDDING! SHEESH! take a joke, people)

When you have carpeting, you don’t realize that you’re walking on the most uneven floor in the world. Or maybe it’s just easier to ignore. 100lbs of floor leveler later…we’re golden. Of course, all my furniture is still piled up in the middle of the living room and dining room. BUT the end is in sight. Or it better be, or I’m going to fucking kill something.

It might actually be a good thing that everything is in disarray here. Tuesday morning a mover from Duke is coming to check out the lab and then go to everone’s home to see what he’s dealing with. Our moving expenses are going to be COVERED, which is sweet. So while the condo is a complete and total disaster, when he gets here, we can just say “see that pile? that’s pretty much it” Everything else is in storage.

My official “will become a Duke employee” date is now Nov 1. Damn, I need to get writing.

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a positive note

Did I mention we got our rings on friday? Yeah. I called friday, and bitch said “I PROMISE they’ll be in tonight or tomorrow morning.” She called a few hours later at 6pm - it’s IN. So I GOT MY ENGAGEMENT RING BACK! Oh, also, the wedding bands are pretty spiffy, too. Kev’s ring looks like this (top right), and my ring looks like my engagement ring, only without the stones. But the IMPORTANT thing is, I have MY RING back. In time for at least ONE of my showers. Hooray! (and NOT the golden kind, OK ed? What do they call them in UK anyway?)

oooo…and like, maybe he’s a PIRATE…yeahhhh….

Voting and opinions continue below. I installed a plugin to make it a “sticky” post, and it worked…except that it displayed every single one of my posts on the front page and made my sidebar disappear. BUH BYE, PLUGIN!

Conversations around the Evil house:

Kev: so we should go to bed early so we can get up early and start working on the floor.

ESC: OK, early. So we should probably get up at, say…the crack of 10 and work?

Kev: hehehehe…I like you

*next morning, actual time, around 11*

Kev: OK, we really need to get up and start on the flooring

ESC: *groan* can’t you just bring the wood in HERE?

Kev: hehehehehehe…why YES I CAN!

ESC: NOT what I MEANT!

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ESC: …I heard it on the radio a while back that in the top 5 women’s fantasy list, the rape fantasy is something like #2.

Kev: really?

ESC: not that women WANT to be REALLY raped, EVER…but there’s a little bit of fantasy about it.

Kev: well, yeah, right? Like, not raped by stranger, but “raped” by your boyfriend in a romantic sense?

ESC: yeah, I suppose. or, you know, a handsome stranger…where you pretend it’s against your will and you “struggle” a bit.

Kev: uh…huh.

ESC: or like a tall muscular rough character kind of guy…

Kev: *annoyed* uh HUH! dammit!

ESC: …with a gigantic *mfffmfmffff*

Kev: *covering my mouth with his hand* DAMMIT!!!!!

Pin the tattoo on the ESC

Next weekend I go home to the ‘burgh for some good old fashioned wedding planning and bridal showering.

I also, theoretically, if he doesn’t flake out on me again, get a tattoo from my brother. He designed it for me way back, based on my ideas, but the planets have yet to align to allow me to actually get it. I am determined this time, but my brother is in the process of taking over ownership of the shop, so things are a little crazy now. It might be that I miss out again.

The design: a loopy stylized celtic cross, encircled by a ring of DNA. go ahead and laugh, but my brother, who is covered with tattoos of skulls and guns, thought it was cool enough that he might get a similar version tattooed on himself.

I think I know where I want the tattoo. Kev REFUSES to give me any input. He doesn’t even really want to talk about it “GAH! Just DO it wherever, I don’t care!” I think he’s sick of me asking him for his opinion. He has none.

So I will ask the internets! Internets! Where should I get my tattoo? Let’s take a poll!

tattoopick

A: my shoulder

B: my thigh

C: my hip

D: lower back, aka “tramp stamp”

E: Mid back

Notice I have left any “naughty bits” off the list because 1. tattoos on naughty bits are gross, and 2. I’m getting tattooed by my BROTHER people, please try to be less disgusting, mkay?

Also, I have included some places on there that might be visible when I wear my wedding dress. This is a problem - though there is make up that covers tattoos for just such an occasion. I’ll have to think about that one.

If I can figure out how to make this a “sticky” post, I’ll leave it as the top post until next wednesday, which is how long you have to vote. Don’t let me down, internets!

jumpin’ jitters

The previously mentioned N was present at my shower last weekend, and gifted us (errr…me, as I’m the only one who will get use out of it) with a french coffee press and a pound of Starbucks coffee - Brazil Ipanema Bourbon. This is “a rare Brazilian coffee” that is described on the bag as being “nutty & soft.”

*snort* I laugh every time I read that.

So this week has been my introduction to french press coffee.

to quote…

UH

MUH

GUH!

Now, it could just be that the coffee itself is a wonder of wonders, that I am particular fond of all things nutty & soft *snort *. But coffee made this way is DELICIOUS. And WHOA I think that french press extracts EVERY LAST BIT of caffeine from the beans, because after I drink my two cups, I’m pretty much like this for the next two hours:

heyohmygodyouguysIwaspullingoutofmystreetthismorningandtherewasthisI
sweartogodHUGEtractortrailer18wheelerOVERTURNEDblockinghalftheroadand
OHMYGODitwassocoolbutIdontknowifhegothurtthatwouldn’tbecoolbutyeahit
wascoolandIcalledKevinandwaslikeOHMYGODyouhavetocomeoutandseethisCOOL
TRUCKoverturnandtherearepoliceandfiretrucksandblockingtrafficanditwas
coolandheydoesanyoneknowifwehaveanymoreminiprepcolumnsleftandIreally
hopeIgottransformantstopicktodayandheythisisreallygoodcoffeedoesanyone
wantsomecoffeethisisreallygoodcoffeedidImentionaboutthetruckthismornin g?

Damn.

Speaking of coffee, if anyone from Boca Java is reading this I SWEAR I am also drinking your coffees which are EXCELLENT so far. It’s just that my kitchen is still not completely my own (the flooring! it never ends!) and my coffee maker is not so easily accessible in the mornings. I think what I’ll do is rough grind some of the beans in the morning and bring them into work to use in my FRENCH PRESS!

ohmygoditmakesthebestcoffeeitisSOGOODOVERTURNED18WHEELERISAWESOME!

thank you so much for…

It’s very weird writing thank you notes for gifts from a bridal shower. It’s not like birthday or christmas gifts, where most of the gifts were delightful surprises. With shower gifts, you’re thanking people for gifts that, with few exceptions, you yourself picked out. And not in a “mom, I’d like a new coat for christmas” kind of picked-out. It’s a “kitchen aid red 9inch round silicone cake pan from target for $12.99″ super specific kind of picked out.

Dear X, Thank you for correctly reading my registry.

Probably not in the etiquette book. So I write my thank you’s:

Dear X,

Thank you so much for X and Y. We will get so much use out of them (not lying, I made sure everything on that registry was useful AND needed).

Thanks again for your thoughtfulness.

Love, ESC

I got through my whole list…and now I’m stuck on my mother. She couldn’t come to this past shower, but she bought me some of the good china from the registry, which she’s keeping in the ‘burgh until after we move, and mailed me a couple of little things so she would be well represented at the shower. I need to send her a thank you note.

And yet…how do I send a thank you note to my mother for just those small things? I feel like when I say thank you to my mom, it has to be so much MORE than that.

Dear Mom,

thank you for EVERYTHING. Thank you for my universe. For making me the person that I am. For putting up with me. For giving me so many gifts. For supporting me emotionally and financially for so many years. For helping me plan this wedding and making it not so overwhelming on me. For knowing who I am, and knowing what I like, and not pushing me to be something I’m not. Thank you for everything. As big a thank you as I can throw out there, thank you. And oh yes, thank you for the china, and the beautiful watch and wristlet. Which are great but are so small in comparison to everything else you’ve given me.

Thank you.

But I will write in my little pink thank you note that I really appreciate her shower gifts, and that I’m looking forward to seeing her and Dad in a couple of weeks.

But she knows. I hope she knows.

how not to steal a sidekick

I’m sure most of you have seen this already - meant to link it days ago. How not to steal a sidekick. The drama is ongoing!

slimey yet satisfying???

One of the post-docs in the lab is from Korea, and I am continuously horrified at some of the stuff she has professed to enjoy eating.

I thought maybe I could gross even HER out today.

ESC: Hey, so I was watching this show called “no reservations with anthony bourdain,” where he’s this cynical, alcoholic chef who travels all over the world and eats weird shit…

N: like a reality show?

ESC: kind of, it’s a travel food show, I guess, so last night he went to Korea, and…

N: did he eat the live octopus?

ESC: *blink* …what? How did you KNOW???

N: they ALWAYS do that when people come to Korea. They always have them eat the live octopus.

OK, remind me never to go to Korea. Apparently, there is a visitors octopus clause.

So yeah, they ate chopped up live octopus on the show, that was still WRIGGLING as they dipped it in a red sauce and swallowed it down. N assured me it was delicious, and that SOME people ate the live octopus WHOLE. She also confirmed the part of the show where they ate what was essentially a stir fry made from an organ found near a chicken’s rear parts - basically, chicken butt stir fry. N described it as “chewy but delicious.” N is also the one in the lab who enjoys pupas, so please excuse me if I will just have to take her word for it.

OK, people. You people from other countries? You’re sick. Seriously. Especially the Koreans, apparently.

I totally understand the whole “use the entire animal so that nothing is wasted” philosophy. Very Native American. But you know, I’m pretty sure there were parts of the buffallo that were referred to in their language as something like “and this is the stuff we feed our dogs.”

Because, oh my god, CHICKEN BUTT? It was a tiny piece of “meat,” too. Hardly word the effort of digging it out. THROW THAT SHIT AWAY!

Or at least grind it up into sausage like my ancestors did.

stupid fucking dumbass!

OK, you are a young professional athlete who find himself to be a superstar very early in his carreer.

In your professional life, you wear a helmet for safety.

so what the fuck now???? YOU ARE A MORON!

As is ANYONE who doesn’t wear a helmet on a motorcycle.

shit shit SHIT FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!

(you can see that “go easy on the swearing” thing is working out well for me).

*sigh*

the guy who hit him was from Maine. I suspect a New England conspiracy.

I am not cool

turn the radio UP, roll the window DOWN, get my GROOVE on, top of my lungs…

Ooo boy you lookin’ like you LIKE what you see

Won’t you come over and CHECK up on it

I’ma let you WORK up on it

Ladies let him check up on it

Watch it while he check up on it

Uhhh…bippy boppy doopy something

Check on me toNIGHT!

showered!

Warning: a very much unlike me, non-evil, non-science, uncool, extreme girly post. Proceed with caution

What a lovely shower! My bridesmaids did such a great job - everything was perfect. Yummy food - more than I thought there would be…I kind of regret that mcD’s double cheese burger I snagged on the way, thinking there would just be snacks. But there were croissant sammiches, SO many mini quiches, a delicious broccoli salad (E, I need that recipe!), and other great munchies. And a super sweet cake. And WINE! Yes! Pour me some wine!

The whole thing felt very surreal to me. I described it as a planned surprise party. Because while I was aware of the shower, I could do nothing to help. I’m not used to that - I just had to sit and eat and look pretty (and oh I did! lots of compliments on my outfit. Target, baby!) and open PRESENTS!

I have generous, wonderful friends. Many things from the registries, of course, but some very pleasant surprises! One was a recipe for a “wedding cake martini” tucked into a card, and then the gift was a set of martini glasses, and ALL the ingredients for the drink! Good booze, too. Not the cheap shit I usually buy.

Booze! for my bridal shower!

It’s….it’s….just….*sniff* beautiful.

I just got off the phone with my mother, and we had a debate as to whether or not we are allowed to start using any of the stuff we’ve gotten. All my friends who have been recently married started using their gifts before the wedding. While there are things I don’t really need to use now (bedding, dishes), there are things that can definately come in useful (utensils, silicone bakeware….booze!). I spun spun SPUN it for my mom with this: my current kitchen utensils are mismatched and beat up, yet hang visible off little rods and hooks next to the kitchen (ikea!), completely visible. When the condo goes on the market, and people come to look at it, wouldn’t it be nice to have MATCHING, fabulous kitchen aid untensils hanging on display?

Yep. That’s what I thought.

*happy dance!*

My mom sent me a little gift to open at the shower, since she couldn’t be there herself. She got me a GORGEOUS bulova watch, with little crystals around the face and on the band - it looks like an antique watch - that will match the crystals on my wedding dress! So I can wear a watch on my wedding day and not feel naked. She also got me a beaded wristlet bag to match my dress - she got burgandy ones for me to give the bridesmaids, too.

After the shower, Kev’s family took us out to dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant (mmmm…tuna steak, rare…mmmm…) and then were on their way home. A lot of driving for one day. But the IMPORTANT thing is…they still don’t know we live together. Whew! Kev had ridden up with me, and then had the job of entertaining his nephew and brother in law during the shower. They went to a gun shop, and then a ATV/motorcycle/scooter dealership. Men and their toys!

When we got home, after a quick stop off at…hehehe…Target, and unloading the car and showing Kev all the great gifts, I PASSED OUT on the couch. Good lord, being perky and conversational is exhausting.

OK, girly post over. Men, go fix a car or kill something now.

somewhat better now…

I finished the link page. Including getting the bubble tooltips to finally work (mouse over a link there, you’ll see what I mean). That’s a week’s worth of work satisfactorily finished.

Kev returned the flooring we bought from Ikea (since we found the flooring we used cheaper and nicer somewhere else) and came home with frozen swedish meatballs, gravy mix, and loganberries! An easy dinner to fix - and delicious!

All the bedding that was a gift from Kev’s family has arrived! mmmm…luxurious! Rich and wonderful! The blanket is sooo sooffft…mmmm…jacquard woven cotton! And no, we’re not going to use it until after we’re married and moved. And yes, we’ve been reimbursed already - she must have put the check in the mail a few minutes after Kev gave her the total!

Now he’s trying to work out the logistics of his family coming to the shower tomorrow. I can’t help, because it’s supposed to be a “surprise.” So it’s ALL him, baby. I’m going to go take a bath and then give myself a pedicure!

Fuck you, Evelyn

My first bridal shower (eeee!) is tomorrow. And I am STILL ringless.

Over 3 weeks ago, I turned my recently returned from resizing engagement ring back over to Kay jewelers so they could send it to the company who made it, so that they could take a mold of it and make sure that my custom wedding band would fit against the engagement ring snugly. I was told it would take 3 weeks.

Notice, I started by saying OVER 3 weeks ago. My rings are not here. The manager is being a total bitch about it, too. First, she returns my call saying that she called “the guy” and he said they’ll be in, latest, next friday. Then she says that they TOLD me that it would take 4 weeks.

Pardon me, but NUH UH! I have the slip RIGHT HERE, and it clearly says JUNE FUCKING 7TH, which is 3 weeks.

Her response? “Wellll…it IS a CUSTOM ring, you know.”

ooooo…if I could have reached my hand through the phone to find her throat, I would have throttled her. They are not fucking MINING the gold to MAKE the damn ring! It doesn’t take a whole damn month to cast a stupid ring, and even if it does, they should have told me that in the first place, instead of making me think I’d have it in 3 weeks.

Bitch! Fucking* bitch!!! I WANT MY RING BACK!

* I’ve noticed I’ve been swearing like a one-legged syphilitic pirate recently. I need to cut back on that.

Link-a-roooonies

Maybe some of you have noticed, but I’ve been playing around with my links page. (go ahead, click the link above and see!)
It’s been frustrating. However, this is not yet a suicide note.

Instead of word links for everyone, I swiped favicons from the sites that HAD them, and because way too many of you DON’T have them, and instead have that annoying default blogger or wordpress one, I’ve been forced to MAKE icons for you. So far just the blogger ones, I’ll get to the wordpress ones later. I used images from your template, or from a pic you’ve posted in the paste.
If you LIKE the little icon I made for you, you can go ahead and use it as a favicon.

If you hate your button, or you feel totally violated that I stole an image from you…uhh…tough shit. Go home and cry to your mamma. Or again, make your own damn favicon and I’ll use that instead.

I’m also trying to get a fancy bit of code to work, and it isn’t working. So I’m plugging away at it. I’m a little on edge about it, so DON’T PISS ME OFF!

hehehe…blog rage.

what is your emergency, and would you like fries with that?

Last night, after not being able to leave the lab until after 9, I stopped at Wendy’s to pick up some very late dinner for Kev and me. While I was there, someone called the Wendy’s and told the manager that she was being abducted and was trapped in the trunk of her car. The phone cut off before the manager could get her phone number or any other information.

so…that was either the dumbest prank call ever, or the dumbest abductee ever, because how do you try to call 911 (I would have to assume that was her goal, unless she was craving a frosty during her abduction) and accidentally dial the 10 digit number for wendy’s?

No kidnapping reports in atlanta last night, though theoretically she could have been calling from anywhere in the country. The manager didn’t know what to do…so I ordered, got my food, and went home. What could be done???

my hair is awesome

It is. Maybe I’ll take a pic later to delight and amaze.

My week was going so well at work - seriously, I was finally getting somewhere.

Then, last night after I left, the powersupply on my 2nd dimension gel crapped out. Probably after an hour. Leaving my dna in a bright beautiful arc…about an inch from the start. So I’ve got it set at 190V in an attempt to complete the run by the end of the day. But now I’ve got nothing to do. I should be writing, or something. But i’m not.  I’m wasting time on the internets.
Anyway, go here and figure out where your limit is. I can hear 17,000Hz, but nothing after that. Some of the younger punk undergrads in the lab can hear a faint 19,000Hz, but nothing after that. So maybe it does work!

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On a completely unrelated note, does anyone out there know how to “grab” a favicon from a website, so that I can use it as a button link? I found a plugin that’s supposed to do it for me, but I can’t get it to work.

Go ahead, try to make Dan Tobin shut up.

Universal National Service Act of 2006 - huh…uhhh…what’s all this now? Did I know about this???

ehmm…something something “evil,” annddd…bwahahahah and such

Yeah, maybe I should do a whole post about me being “evil” and today is 666 and it’s the number of the beast, except that it’s not, it was on the 1st, so I hope you were prepared and bought your evil day gifts in time.

I was going to do a longer post, but my hair salon squeezed me in for a 4:00. It’s not my usual stylist, so I’ll be CHEATING ON HIM! In FULL VIEW of him, too. Serves him right for not catering to my last minute whims.

Catch ya later.

Hey, remember when I used to knit?

Seriously, once the weather gets warm, the needles go DOWN. I don’t know why. Same thing happened last year. I’m just not in the MOOD to right now.

However, real life stepped in to remind me that my good friend and bridesmaid is 8 months pregnant, and oh yeah, isn’t her baby shower coming up? So saturday I stayed up utnil 3 in the morning to finish the lace border, after the project lay dormant in my bag for a few months.

baby blanket DONE!

Big thanks to Aimee for the lace pattern, which works BEAUTIFULLY with the pinwheel baby blanket. It’s made with Caron simply soft - my first real attempt at knitting with pure acrylic. It’s not as nice to work with as natural fibers - no stretch to it - but’s it’s SUPER soft, won’t give the little one allergies, and MOST importantly, machine washable.

Isn’t so girly girly? I used to be so set against pinky frilly things for baby girls. Now my friend is pregnant with one, and I went all pink overboard with it - 4 SHADES OF PINK! STOP ME NOW! And I have so much extra yarn leftover. Maybe I’ll make a stuffed animal of some sort.

Anyway, the shower was Sunday, and after everyone shoved their faces full of Italian food and the most sinfully delicious, buttery, garlicky rolls ever, everyone got to “oooo” and “ahhh” over all the cutsey girly clothes. My gift was last to open, and I’m happy to report that it was VERY well received.

I was feeling a little guilty, because so many people brought bags full of multiple gifts - outfits and bottles and washcloths and the tiniest pink bathing suit with matching sunglasses! oh my god…my uterus!!!

uhhh…anyway…

so many people brought multiple gifts I started to feel uncomfortable that I only brought one. I had to mentally kick myself a few times. JUST one? Yeah, just one that I spent hours and hours working on! Plus, that blanket is kind of huge - I should have included something to indicate scale in the picture - but it’s about 34 inches across. If it doesn’t fall apart in the washing machine, she should be able to get many years of warm blankie snuggling out of it.

Maybe I’ll pick up some cotton yarn and work on washcloths and things this summer. I don’t want to get out of practice!

UPDATED

I have successfully updated wordpress. What? What do you MEAN you can’t tell?

Of course you can’t tell. If you do it right, you’re not supposed to be able to tell.

anyway, one of the new features I got with K2 is called “asides.” They’re right over there on my sidebar. Have you ever been tooling around on the web, and you find something so funny/poignant /inflaming/sad/stupid that you really really want to blog it, but maybe you just posted something good and you don’t want to bury it, or you really don’t have enough to say about the link except “go read this” and that’s kind of lame for a real post. or maybe you have some kind of witty observation to make that’s equally short and awkward to stick at the end of a real post.

Welcome asides! I can type a post, mark it “aside” and it comes up there on my sidebar! you can even comment on them, if you’d like! just click on the little number underneath each aside. WILL WONDERS NEVER CEASE???

Alright. I should REALLY be working right now - the cells have grown enough!

Colbert does a commencement speech - I laughed so hard I CRIED with this!

do not be concerned…

I’m futzing with the template. Please stand by.

***update***

done futzing for now. I am dog tired. What do you think? I went to a two column theme and moved links and archives to new pages. This is the infamous “K2″ theme that is supposed to be hot shit with all it’s bells and whistles. I’m going to explore those features later. For now, I’m going to BED!

In defense of…

Kev’s mom.

I really didn’t expect the focus of my earlier post to go the way it did in the comments. The whole point was that I was freaked out by how Kev phrased the question to his mother. I never in a million years thought the way she decided to go about the shower gift was at all odd.

First of all, it is NOT a break in tradition, or convention, or etiquette, as far as I’m concerned. Do I seem like someone who is at ALL obsessed with doing things the way they’re supposed to? Hells no. If you called me and said “ESC, I’m getting you a shower gift, but it’s going to be airlifted and then dropped by parachute over near the big chicken, is that OK?” My response will be “Sure, what time should I be there?” Because if someone is going to spend the money/time/whatever to do something nice for me, I have no problem going out for them. You’re BUYING ME A PRESENT, I am GRATEFUL.

(uhhh…incidently, if anyone wants to see our registry…you can, you know, just email me. this is incredibly rude of me as a bride to put out there, but HEY, SEE WHAT WHAT A NON-TRADITIONALIST I AM? just call me bride-whore)

Second of all, Kev’s mom is a special case all together. She is a WONDEFUL person, who totally embraced me as a part of the family from the day we met. She’s also a bit of an odd egg, but that’s OK, because I am, too. Which is why for her birthday I knitted her a spangly sparkly shawl to wear, just because I KNEW she would love wearing it and making all those small town hicks TALK about it.

For all her spark and energy, she’s had a rough time of it the past couple of years. A fatty liver forces her to be on a severely restricted diet. She gets weekly injections to help with her rheumatoid arthritis. Last year, she passed out in her kitchen and broke her hip (which had to be replaced) and her shoulder. She’s also got cararacts, which she’s in the process of having removed, one at a time.

She doesn’t get around as well as she used to. It doesn’t help that she lives in the middle of nowhere, where nothing is convenient, and a simple trip to Target is a two hour drive. Kev’s sister drives her around when she does need to go to town, but she’s got three kids of her own, and it’s not easy for her, either.

So when she said that she wanted me to pick something out of my registry for my shower gift from her, I didn’t think anything of it - except for the dollar amount question - and I KNEW she would be generous, because that’s the kind of person she is, I just wanted to make sure, first.

And if you missed that comment in the previous post from Kev, he is VERY protective of his mother. It kind of pissed him off that complete strangers were criticizing the way his mom operated, and how HE operated. I’ve told him he can’t take these things personally - it’s the INTERNETS, for jebbus sake, EVERYONE has an opinion to share with the WHOLE WORLD. This is why we have blogs, because we think everyone should care.

So thank you, for reading and commenting, and I hope I cleared things up a bit about the situation. Everything here is OK. The bedding is being shipped from Target AS I TYPE, and I’m all goofy bridey about it already.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some old parquet flooring to rip up…umm…I mean watch Kev rip it up.

a day off…

from flooring. the nightmare goes on, and we still only have half a floor. Instead of dealing with it tonight, something that probably would have ended with us flinging wood laminate at the walls, screaming obsenities and cursing the god of lumber, we decided a night OUT was appropriate.

First…an oh-so-neccessary, stress relieving quickie ;)

Then, a dinner out, with real food, not fast food. The storm knocked the power out at our favorite noodle place, but our second favorite place was unaffected.

A trip to target (a new purse - clearance! - a cute and appropriate bridal shower outfit for me - $37! a computer game for Kev - $10! - we are super frugal AND fun!).

And finally, we split some ice cream from Brusters, and since it was raining, we got two scoops of strawberry cheesecake in a waffle bowl for the price of one scoop. An excellent way to end a friday evening.

Tomorrow…back to the flooring.

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we need to finish the flooring soon.  For sadie’s sake.  She is, I swear to god, depressed.  She just lays in her bed all day.  Her crate is still in pieces, and she just doesn’t know what to do with herself.  She just lays around and stares up at me so sadly.  I keep telling her what a good girl she is - it’s not her fault the floor is a mess and we’re all stressed out.
Kev gave her an empty peanut butter jar to lick clean - maybe that will cheer her up.

everybody PANIC!

Kev’s family decided to come for the shower.

ALL OF THEM.

They’ll probably stay in a hotel - thank god. Kev will entertain his BIL and nephew while mom, sis, and the nieces come to the shower.
Please, oh PLEASE don’t have them ask to see where Kevin lives!!!!

a break from flooring…

I’m sure you’re all just sick to death of my home improvement woes. I will switch the subject briefly.

I have become obsessed…OBSESSED! with these news shows that set up sting operations to catch online sexual predators. It is frighteningly fascinating. If you’ve been living in a hole, or your tv is permanently set to “lost” or “american idol,” *cough* LOSERS *cough*, allow me to explain what these are.

Basically, they have a trained cop or whoever, who looks really young, who goes online to chat rooms where she rather quickly “meets” an older gentleman. Even though she tells him that she’s 13, 14, 15, he generally gets all steamy for her and convinces her that she wants to have sex with him. She invites him to her house, because her “parents” are conveniently out of town.

These guys then drive for HOURS to get to this girl’s house, only to be greeted by a Dateline reporter, and then tackled by law enforcement as they try to leave.

Again, frighteningly fascinating, because it is so EASY to trap these guys.

However, aside from the fact that OH MY GOD THESE SICK PERVERTS ARE EVERYWHERE AND IF I HAVE KIDS I WILL LOCK THEM IN THEIR ROOM WITH OUT A COMPUTER UNTIL THEY ARE 18…I have a huge beef with these guys.

Dear sick pervert bastard who should burn in hell for all eternity,

You have come here tonight to do the nasty with a 14 year old self-confessed virgin girl (as far as you know, you fucking asshole). Not only is that sick and wrong, but totally undeserving, as you are a total cretin.

That being said, if you believe that you are going to get lucky with a beautiful girl, and have driven 4 hours to do so, why is it you show up looking the way you do? You are dirty. And unshaven. And for god’s sake, at least put on a clean shirt. And you, YOU, the cowboy hat wearing dude? Put ON a shirt. You are all hideously ugly. How you feel you deserve to fuck ANY girl, let alone an underage one, is a complete mystery. You are a total slob, and ugly as hell.

And, oh, did I mention? You’re a sick pervert. Enjoy your years in PMITA prison, you deserve it.



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