my favorite color is pink.
i've been in denial for months now, but have apparently come to my senses.
it's most definitely pink.
you will now be returned to your regularly scheduled programming.
Sunday, July 31, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
o o c
So, I think this has gotten out of control.
Yesterday, as you clearly know if you're reading this, I moved my blog. I had some rather avid readers that I wasn’t sure who they were—but I had a hunch—and I wasn’t so keen on having them read it.
And so I moved it, put up a little notice that my blog had moved and took all the references to my name out of it. I tried to search for myself, and could only find the old version of my blog. So I thought I had my bases covered. I brushed some pretend dust off my hands and went on my merry way.
And now I’ve been registered for an interracial dating service. My user name is i_love_sunsets. There’s only one person that I can think of who’d register me as that, which is especially noteworthy since there’s a very obvious username he could have used instead—the address of my old blog. Now, this would be all funny and amusing if it weren’t so damn ridiculous, and if I wasn't pretty darn sure who did it. Everyone I know stopped registering people for stuff (online or otherwise) when I was a freshman in college. This is lame. And for the record, I don't think it's Justin.
So what do I do? I like blogging. It serves a purpose. And it lets me write, which I enjoy. It means I get to tell my friends how I’m feeling without paying $150 a month for phone bills. Maybe that’s wrong of me. But maybe not. Any maybe I just find it more entertaining this way. Or maybe you do. And as Wesley would say “Anyone who tells you differently is selling something." Of course, he also said that "life is pain" right before that, so maybe I need to be more careful about which quotes I choose to, um, quote.
So I think I’m going to say, aw, f*ck it, and let things settle for now. Hopefully I won't be registered for anything else. This is not worth the drama.
Yesterday, as you clearly know if you're reading this, I moved my blog. I had some rather avid readers that I wasn’t sure who they were—but I had a hunch—and I wasn’t so keen on having them read it.
And so I moved it, put up a little notice that my blog had moved and took all the references to my name out of it. I tried to search for myself, and could only find the old version of my blog. So I thought I had my bases covered. I brushed some pretend dust off my hands and went on my merry way.
And now I’ve been registered for an interracial dating service. My user name is i_love_sunsets. There’s only one person that I can think of who’d register me as that, which is especially noteworthy since there’s a very obvious username he could have used instead—the address of my old blog. Now, this would be all funny and amusing if it weren’t so damn ridiculous, and if I wasn't pretty darn sure who did it. Everyone I know stopped registering people for stuff (online or otherwise) when I was a freshman in college. This is lame. And for the record, I don't think it's Justin.
So what do I do? I like blogging. It serves a purpose. And it lets me write, which I enjoy. It means I get to tell my friends how I’m feeling without paying $150 a month for phone bills. Maybe that’s wrong of me. But maybe not. Any maybe I just find it more entertaining this way. Or maybe you do. And as Wesley would say “Anyone who tells you differently is selling something." Of course, he also said that "life is pain" right before that, so maybe I need to be more careful about which quotes I choose to, um, quote.
So I think I’m going to say, aw, f*ck it, and let things settle for now. Hopefully I won't be registered for anything else. This is not worth the drama.
okay, so technically I wrote this yesterday...
1. First name? C*rrie
2. Were you named after anyone? My great Aunt Cleona C*rrie. If I have a little girl I’m pretty certain her middle name will be Cleona, if that’s okay with her daddy
3. Do you wish on stars? Sometimes…
4. When did you last cry? Yesterday, when I burned the tops of my legs with coffee. I’m so clumsy.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Mostly. It gets messy sometimes.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Smoked turkey, don’t have a fave brand.
7. What is your birth date? National Mole Day and the day of Kappa Delta’s founding.
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Like I’m gonna tell you. Um, maybe Faith Hill or Jessica Andrews.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? It depends. But I think I would.
10. Do you have a journal? I used to, but now I blog. I like that better. I feel quite silly writing to myself.
11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me, sarcastic? Never.
12. What are your nicknames? C*rrie Strawberry, Carebear, Sunflower, I think I’m missing one but I can’t think of what it is.
13. Would you bungee jump? If it seemed safe-ish.
14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Not if I can help it.
15. Do you think that you are strong? Strong how? For a girl? Minded? Smelling (Adam would say I was this one). Overall, kind of.
16. What is you favorite ice cream flavor? Ooh, toughie. If I’m in a Blue-Bell state, Mint Chocolate Chip or Tin Roof. If not, Rainbow Sherbet
17. Shoe size? 6 or 6 1/2.
18. Red or pink? Pink, any day of the week.
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? How I sometimes get all upset about something and then don’t do anything about it. Someone told me I over-react, and now sometimes I under-react.
20. Who do you miss most? My granddad. I hardly get to talk to him at all, and he’s so wonderful.
21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Post it if you dare! Actually, do, it's interesting.
22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Dark khakis and brown flip flops, both from JCrew.
23. What are you listening to right now? Paul Simon’s Graceland. Well, honestly, the mix cd that Sterling gave me just stopped, and I’m going to put in Graceland. And then some Boozou Bajou.
24. deleted I agree with Sterling “What a lame question? It just says deleted.”
25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Sunshine yellow. Or bright pink. Or metallic. No, I'm sure of it now--pink with sparkles.
26. What is the weather like right now? Nighttime.
27. Last person you talked to on the phone? Nathen, for work.
28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Um, eyes, I guess. Or smile.
29. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I like Sterling, and he posted it.
30. Favorite Drink? Grape juice with sprite—half and half to 60-40—with ice and through a straw. Or a gin and tonic, if it's of the spirited variety.
31. Favorite Sport? Volleyball or softball, though croquet is growing on me…
32. Hair Color? Blonde/Light Brown. Of various hues. I’m thinking about dyeing it browner. Or blonder. Or something.
33. Do you wear contacts? No, but I wear glasses for reading and up-close work (except I didn’t for a while when my nose was still sore from the surgery)
34. Eye color? Greeny-brown hazel.
35. Favorite food? My mommie’s fried chicken and mashed potatoes. With my favorite drink, as listed above.
36. Last Movie you watched? Constantine. Then Super Size me and Finding Neverland before that.
37. Favorite day of the year? NOT my birthday. I really like Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve though. And days of relaxing are quite swell.
38. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings.
39. Summer or winter? Fall or spring.
40. Hugs or kisses? Hugs. Kisses are wonderful, but they rarely give the warmth that comes with a good hug.
41. What is your favorite dessert? Crème brulee. Mine, most importantly.
42. Who is most likely to respond? That’s vague. Respond in general? In the worldly sense? :)
43. Who is least likely to respond? Sterling, since he’s already done it—that was easy.
44. Living arrangements? Apartment in Morrisville until next July. Longest I've lived anywhere since high school!
45. What books are you reading? I’m finishing up the five-book HHGttG trilogy so I can read Harry Potter 6 and some Scott Pilgrim stuff.
46. What's on your mouse pad? No mouse pad, I’m afraid. But my bulletin board is covered in pictures and funny quotes.
47. What did you watch last night on TV? The Daily Show.
48. Favorite smells? Lavendar, the good smelling roses, cinnamon. I like things that smell either warm or refreshing.
49. Favorite Sounds? laughter
50. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
51. What's the furthest you've been from home? Vancouver Island in Canada.
52. Do you have a special talent? perhaps.
2. Were you named after anyone? My great Aunt Cleona C*rrie. If I have a little girl I’m pretty certain her middle name will be Cleona, if that’s okay with her daddy
3. Do you wish on stars? Sometimes…
4. When did you last cry? Yesterday, when I burned the tops of my legs with coffee. I’m so clumsy.
5. Do you like your handwriting? Mostly. It gets messy sometimes.
6. What is your favorite lunch meat? Smoked turkey, don’t have a fave brand.
7. What is your birth date? National Mole Day and the day of Kappa Delta’s founding.
8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Like I’m gonna tell you. Um, maybe Faith Hill or Jessica Andrews.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you? It depends. But I think I would.
10. Do you have a journal? I used to, but now I blog. I like that better. I feel quite silly writing to myself.
11. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Me, sarcastic? Never.
12. What are your nicknames? C*rrie Strawberry, Carebear, Sunflower, I think I’m missing one but I can’t think of what it is.
13. Would you bungee jump? If it seemed safe-ish.
14. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Not if I can help it.
15. Do you think that you are strong? Strong how? For a girl? Minded? Smelling (Adam would say I was this one). Overall, kind of.
16. What is you favorite ice cream flavor? Ooh, toughie. If I’m in a Blue-Bell state, Mint Chocolate Chip or Tin Roof. If not, Rainbow Sherbet
17. Shoe size? 6 or 6 1/2.
18. Red or pink? Pink, any day of the week.
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? How I sometimes get all upset about something and then don’t do anything about it. Someone told me I over-react, and now sometimes I under-react.
20. Who do you miss most? My granddad. I hardly get to talk to him at all, and he’s so wonderful.
21. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? Post it if you dare! Actually, do, it's interesting.
22. What color pants and shoes are you wearing? Dark khakis and brown flip flops, both from JCrew.
23. What are you listening to right now? Paul Simon’s Graceland. Well, honestly, the mix cd that Sterling gave me just stopped, and I’m going to put in Graceland. And then some Boozou Bajou.
24. deleted I agree with Sterling “What a lame question? It just says deleted.”
25. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Sunshine yellow. Or bright pink. Or metallic. No, I'm sure of it now--pink with sparkles.
26. What is the weather like right now? Nighttime.
27. Last person you talked to on the phone? Nathen, for work.
28. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Um, eyes, I guess. Or smile.
29. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I like Sterling, and he posted it.
30. Favorite Drink? Grape juice with sprite—half and half to 60-40—with ice and through a straw. Or a gin and tonic, if it's of the spirited variety.
31. Favorite Sport? Volleyball or softball, though croquet is growing on me…
32. Hair Color? Blonde/Light Brown. Of various hues. I’m thinking about dyeing it browner. Or blonder. Or something.
33. Do you wear contacts? No, but I wear glasses for reading and up-close work (except I didn’t for a while when my nose was still sore from the surgery)
34. Eye color? Greeny-brown hazel.
35. Favorite food? My mommie’s fried chicken and mashed potatoes. With my favorite drink, as listed above.
36. Last Movie you watched? Constantine. Then Super Size me and Finding Neverland before that.
37. Favorite day of the year? NOT my birthday. I really like Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve though. And days of relaxing are quite swell.
38. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings.
39. Summer or winter? Fall or spring.
40. Hugs or kisses? Hugs. Kisses are wonderful, but they rarely give the warmth that comes with a good hug.
41. What is your favorite dessert? Crème brulee. Mine, most importantly.
42. Who is most likely to respond? That’s vague. Respond in general? In the worldly sense? :)
43. Who is least likely to respond? Sterling, since he’s already done it—that was easy.
44. Living arrangements? Apartment in Morrisville until next July. Longest I've lived anywhere since high school!
45. What books are you reading? I’m finishing up the five-book HHGttG trilogy so I can read Harry Potter 6 and some Scott Pilgrim stuff.
46. What's on your mouse pad? No mouse pad, I’m afraid. But my bulletin board is covered in pictures and funny quotes.
47. What did you watch last night on TV? The Daily Show.
48. Favorite smells? Lavendar, the good smelling roses, cinnamon. I like things that smell either warm or refreshing.
49. Favorite Sounds? laughter
50. Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
51. What's the furthest you've been from home? Vancouver Island in Canada.
52. Do you have a special talent? perhaps.
Monday, July 25, 2005
sorry for the inconvenience
but I've had to move. too much drama.
I had to take my name out of every post and do google searches about my blog, just because I have some unknown readers (and some known ones too) who don't really need to know, you know.
so sorry.
on the lighter side, hooray for not having to think about it anymore hopefully....
I had to take my name out of every post and do google searches about my blog, just because I have some unknown readers (and some known ones too) who don't really need to know, you know.
so sorry.
on the lighter side, hooray for not having to think about it anymore hopefully....
there's not even a good title for this one
Wow, what a weekend. Good, but wow.
I saw a dwarf sperm whale this weekend. Up close and personal. I touched it, even. It was so sad. It was really old, and the marine biologists thought it might be a female. It had so many injuries--most of them healed--but it was bleeding internally, and it had gone up into the marsh grass to die. It made me sad. But it had lived a long life, and now the body is going to science instead of to the sharks. Apparently it's a very very rare animal, and they don't know much about it.
I also saw a bird die this weekend. Ran smack into my car on the highway. It even left feathers in the opening between the hood of my car and the nose of it. Very sad. I hope it died quickly.
I've decided that sunblock is heavenly. Yes, heavenly. I mean, I know it's a bunch of chemicals that are icky, but I spent four hours at the beach and only my arms got burned--and more specifically, only the parts that were mostly above the water when I swam in the ocean for 45 minutes. I think that's just swell. Also, the umbrella helped the rest of the time. But all in all, only the arms.
Well, sort of.
So, I now can completely relate to why that woman sued McDonalds. Because dammit, coffee hurts. A LOT. Yesterday I was eating breakfast (PS-go to Lowe's foods if you've got on and buy a butter rum muffin--soooooo good) and had coffee with it. It was sitting on a little woven coaster thing, and I'm clumsy as can be, so of course I knocked it over. Onto the table, no biggie. Until my full cup of coffee started pouring over the side and onto my legs. It hurt so much. :( I'm feeling much much better now--I think that putting the ice and solarcaine on it so quickly helped a lot--but man that was terrible. Hopefully wearing pants won't hurt today. And fortunately, it only hurt a little in the sun. Even when I tried to skim board (and bit it hard, face first. It's been a weekend of injuries. Maybe that would have been a good title)
Ah, 72 more hours at kruger. And I think I'll get to re-order my computer tomorrow. Silly me. Oh well.
And thermo is thermodynamics, Adam. Google it, 'cause if I tell you I'll sound like an absolute nerd...
I saw a dwarf sperm whale this weekend. Up close and personal. I touched it, even. It was so sad. It was really old, and the marine biologists thought it might be a female. It had so many injuries--most of them healed--but it was bleeding internally, and it had gone up into the marsh grass to die. It made me sad. But it had lived a long life, and now the body is going to science instead of to the sharks. Apparently it's a very very rare animal, and they don't know much about it.
I also saw a bird die this weekend. Ran smack into my car on the highway. It even left feathers in the opening between the hood of my car and the nose of it. Very sad. I hope it died quickly.
I've decided that sunblock is heavenly. Yes, heavenly. I mean, I know it's a bunch of chemicals that are icky, but I spent four hours at the beach and only my arms got burned--and more specifically, only the parts that were mostly above the water when I swam in the ocean for 45 minutes. I think that's just swell. Also, the umbrella helped the rest of the time. But all in all, only the arms.
Well, sort of.
So, I now can completely relate to why that woman sued McDonalds. Because dammit, coffee hurts. A LOT. Yesterday I was eating breakfast (PS-go to Lowe's foods if you've got on and buy a butter rum muffin--soooooo good) and had coffee with it. It was sitting on a little woven coaster thing, and I'm clumsy as can be, so of course I knocked it over. Onto the table, no biggie. Until my full cup of coffee started pouring over the side and onto my legs. It hurt so much. :( I'm feeling much much better now--I think that putting the ice and solarcaine on it so quickly helped a lot--but man that was terrible. Hopefully wearing pants won't hurt today. And fortunately, it only hurt a little in the sun. Even when I tried to skim board (and bit it hard, face first. It's been a weekend of injuries. Maybe that would have been a good title)
Ah, 72 more hours at kruger. And I think I'll get to re-order my computer tomorrow. Silly me. Oh well.
And thermo is thermodynamics, Adam. Google it, 'cause if I tell you I'll sound like an absolute nerd...
Friday, July 22, 2005
foot in mouth or blog-shaped chip on the shoulder?
So, I’ve had a hell of a week. Heck, hell, darn-tootin' son of a gun, however you like it. I looked into something, and the result has left me horribly insulted by someone who, well, didn’t need to insult me, horribly or otherwise. I can't really explain why he shouldn't be insulting me without insulting him, ergo I will just stop talking about the insults and their inadequate justifications. Anyway, I looked into something, and now all I want to know is who’s reading my blog in Boston. It doesn’t matter, really, but letting me know would sure either let me know that I need to pull my foot out of my mouth long enough to apologize, or use it to kick something really really hard.
As they say in the Never-ending Story, “not that it matters…but, yes.” And that’s how I feel about wanting to know. It doesn’t matter, but this wouldn’t be the first time someone accused me of being overly-curious. For the record, though, I do wish the person who insulted me hadn't taken things so negatively--I didn't mean for them to be negative. Oh well.
Anyhoo. Work is work-ee. People keep talking to me like I’m dying or I’ve become a traitor or something. And my new boss might think I’m a tinge on the overachiever side since I called to ask her if there’s anything I can read to be better prepared for my job. She was floored, actually. But now I have some light reading about Palladium catalysts and polymer membranes, so hopefully my brain will be less hungry for some thinking after I’m done with those.
I’m ALMOST done reading THHGttG. I’m on Mostly Harmless now. So Long and Thanks for All the Fish was tremendously funny, much more than I recalled from before. And when I'm done with that, it's time for some Harry Potter. Or maybe Scott Pilgrim first and then Harry Potter so someone doesn't wig out *cough, cough*
I talked to Kendall yesterday. It’s been a while. I wish I had spent more time talking to him in high school. I remember when people made us stand back to back to show that Kendall’s shoulders were actually narrower than mine. That, and his pink car. I really enjoyed doing the Neil Simon duet for that competition with him though—that was fun.
Right, anyway.
So, I need to back up for a minute. To tell you two Justin things. 1. He’s been reading my blog. He told me so himself. 2. I went to the violent femmes on Saturday and had an excellent time. I bought a shirt, but it’s too big. And I saw Justin. Within 15 seconds of arriving. There were hundreds, maybe 1500-2000 people there, and who do I walk within feet of after being there for 15 seconds? Justin. He was with a girl. She looked kind of cute. Hope he’s doing well.
Oh, and I bought the wrong computer. But it only cost me $4.16 to ship it back! Yay for corporate discounts on shipping. The only thing that truly sucks is that I have to wait for them to credit my account before I can buy a new one. Yeesh. But I’ve got it all picked out, and it’s the correct one this time. It’s all gonna work out, I just have to be patient. Very, very patient.
I’m going to enroll in thermo very soon. I’ve decided to take thermo this fall. I really think I should maybe wait, since I need to focus on work, but I also know that I just need to get used to it. But man, grad thermo. Yuck. I think I’ll be okay as long as I keep up with it, and as long as it makes sense.
This weekend I’m going to the beach, and to visit Otto’s grandmother. I’m making her Cashew Chicken with fried rice. Thanks again, Sterling, for being the impetus for my new culinary endeavor in fried rice. It’s so yummy!!!
Speaking of Sterling, he found the damn coolest accessory ever. I want one BAD. In pink. I’m not sure about the belt color though. But boy oh boy do I want one. Isn’t it super friggin’ cool?
http://www.jonwye.com/buckles/buckles.html
and on that note, I’m out. And don’t worry all you mother-type people out there, I’ll wear sunblock and my cute straw hat if we go to the beach, and I’ll drink lots of water and buckle my seatbelt and all that jazz. Or opera. Or reggae. Or whatever.
As they say in the Never-ending Story, “not that it matters…but, yes.” And that’s how I feel about wanting to know. It doesn’t matter, but this wouldn’t be the first time someone accused me of being overly-curious. For the record, though, I do wish the person who insulted me hadn't taken things so negatively--I didn't mean for them to be negative. Oh well.
Anyhoo. Work is work-ee. People keep talking to me like I’m dying or I’ve become a traitor or something. And my new boss might think I’m a tinge on the overachiever side since I called to ask her if there’s anything I can read to be better prepared for my job. She was floored, actually. But now I have some light reading about Palladium catalysts and polymer membranes, so hopefully my brain will be less hungry for some thinking after I’m done with those.
I’m ALMOST done reading THHGttG. I’m on Mostly Harmless now. So Long and Thanks for All the Fish was tremendously funny, much more than I recalled from before. And when I'm done with that, it's time for some Harry Potter. Or maybe Scott Pilgrim first and then Harry Potter so someone doesn't wig out *cough, cough*
I talked to Kendall yesterday. It’s been a while. I wish I had spent more time talking to him in high school. I remember when people made us stand back to back to show that Kendall’s shoulders were actually narrower than mine. That, and his pink car. I really enjoyed doing the Neil Simon duet for that competition with him though—that was fun.
Right, anyway.
So, I need to back up for a minute. To tell you two Justin things. 1. He’s been reading my blog. He told me so himself. 2. I went to the violent femmes on Saturday and had an excellent time. I bought a shirt, but it’s too big. And I saw Justin. Within 15 seconds of arriving. There were hundreds, maybe 1500-2000 people there, and who do I walk within feet of after being there for 15 seconds? Justin. He was with a girl. She looked kind of cute. Hope he’s doing well.
Oh, and I bought the wrong computer. But it only cost me $4.16 to ship it back! Yay for corporate discounts on shipping. The only thing that truly sucks is that I have to wait for them to credit my account before I can buy a new one. Yeesh. But I’ve got it all picked out, and it’s the correct one this time. It’s all gonna work out, I just have to be patient. Very, very patient.
I’m going to enroll in thermo very soon. I’ve decided to take thermo this fall. I really think I should maybe wait, since I need to focus on work, but I also know that I just need to get used to it. But man, grad thermo. Yuck. I think I’ll be okay as long as I keep up with it, and as long as it makes sense.
This weekend I’m going to the beach, and to visit Otto’s grandmother. I’m making her Cashew Chicken with fried rice. Thanks again, Sterling, for being the impetus for my new culinary endeavor in fried rice. It’s so yummy!!!
Speaking of Sterling, he found the damn coolest accessory ever. I want one BAD. In pink. I’m not sure about the belt color though. But boy oh boy do I want one. Isn’t it super friggin’ cool?
http://www.jonwye.com/buckles/buckles.html
and on that note, I’m out. And don’t worry all you mother-type people out there, I’ll wear sunblock and my cute straw hat if we go to the beach, and I’ll drink lots of water and buckle my seatbelt and all that jazz. Or opera. Or reggae. Or whatever.
Friday, July 15, 2005
don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got ‘til it’s gone?
Not that I’m paradise, or that anyone “paved” me, but that seems to be a recurring theme.
I got a great compliment today. Quite a few of them, actually. About how disappointed people are that I’m leaving. Which is very flattering. The best one I received had to do with US manufacture of the DF, which may or may not happen in the next however long. See, he said that he was happy for me that I was bettering my situation, but that he wished I'd be here for all of the process of bringing stuff over because, people have such an easy time working with me, especially when anything technical is involved. Even our VP of Sales came into my office, closed the door and looked genuinely disappointed. It blows that they had to wait until I'm leaving to treat me like I should have been treated the whole time.
I watched a very good movie tonight--Finding Neverland. It made me cry, but I loved every second of it. Johnny Depp is damn impressive. So I did that, ate my favorite Uno's pizza and tuscany bread (which I now make a point of getting because for a while there I was told we couldn't afford the $5 for the appetizer!) and had cranberry-grape juice with sprite. And painted a sky. And now I'm having some yummy wine and I think I might go take a bath.
And tomorrow I'm seeing the Violent Femmes!!!
I have a traffic question for you folks. What possesses people to drive like no one is ever going to hit them? I mean, granted, I'm always concerned about hitting another car--I'm kind of attached to Mattie and I like having her in one piece!--but I try hard to be a defensive driver and all that jazz. Today a guy in a huge truck turned left at a light in front of me--when I was halfway through the intersection. I honked, he stopped, flipped me off, and kept going. So, of course, I responded in kind. :) But then the lady right behind him went as well. I laid on the horn, but no luck. The light was green all the way through the intersection for me. And it's not like I didn't honk before that lady went as well. Yeesh.
Oh, and one more thing for all of you out there who had Mrs. Hand as an art teacher--remember when we would use crayons and color all sorts of colored sections on a paper and then color over it with black crayon? And then scrape off the black to reveal the colors? I kind of did that just now. I painted my sky all sorts of different blue circles, and then painted over with shades of white/ultra light blue. And if you're a fan of acrylics, the Golden brand at Michaels has this "interference" line of paint, and it's AWESOME. Expensive. But awesome. If you like metallics/iridescents, which I do.
It just started raining buckets outside. I tried to take a picture, and it didn't work so well, and I managed to soak the doormat and the bottoms of my jeans in the process. In like ten seconds. It's crazy windy and the rain is bouncing up like 18 inches off the ground it's coming down so hard. yowzers.
time for the bubbles, the bathing and the HHGttG. The new Harry Potter comes out tomorrow!!!
I got a great compliment today. Quite a few of them, actually. About how disappointed people are that I’m leaving. Which is very flattering. The best one I received had to do with US manufacture of the DF, which may or may not happen in the next however long. See, he said that he was happy for me that I was bettering my situation, but that he wished I'd be here for all of the process of bringing stuff over because, people have such an easy time working with me, especially when anything technical is involved. Even our VP of Sales came into my office, closed the door and looked genuinely disappointed. It blows that they had to wait until I'm leaving to treat me like I should have been treated the whole time.
I watched a very good movie tonight--Finding Neverland. It made me cry, but I loved every second of it. Johnny Depp is damn impressive. So I did that, ate my favorite Uno's pizza and tuscany bread (which I now make a point of getting because for a while there I was told we couldn't afford the $5 for the appetizer!) and had cranberry-grape juice with sprite. And painted a sky. And now I'm having some yummy wine and I think I might go take a bath.
And tomorrow I'm seeing the Violent Femmes!!!
I have a traffic question for you folks. What possesses people to drive like no one is ever going to hit them? I mean, granted, I'm always concerned about hitting another car--I'm kind of attached to Mattie and I like having her in one piece!--but I try hard to be a defensive driver and all that jazz. Today a guy in a huge truck turned left at a light in front of me--when I was halfway through the intersection. I honked, he stopped, flipped me off, and kept going. So, of course, I responded in kind. :) But then the lady right behind him went as well. I laid on the horn, but no luck. The light was green all the way through the intersection for me. And it's not like I didn't honk before that lady went as well. Yeesh.
Oh, and one more thing for all of you out there who had Mrs. Hand as an art teacher--remember when we would use crayons and color all sorts of colored sections on a paper and then color over it with black crayon? And then scrape off the black to reveal the colors? I kind of did that just now. I painted my sky all sorts of different blue circles, and then painted over with shades of white/ultra light blue. And if you're a fan of acrylics, the Golden brand at Michaels has this "interference" line of paint, and it's AWESOME. Expensive. But awesome. If you like metallics/iridescents, which I do.
It just started raining buckets outside. I tried to take a picture, and it didn't work so well, and I managed to soak the doormat and the bottoms of my jeans in the process. In like ten seconds. It's crazy windy and the rain is bouncing up like 18 inches off the ground it's coming down so hard. yowzers.
time for the bubbles, the bathing and the HHGttG. The new Harry Potter comes out tomorrow!!!
ah, relief...
or is that the antibiotics talking?
yes, I'm sick. Again. But it's not sinus-related this time, which is swell. I should feel much better by tomorrow, sayeth my doc. But in the meantime, the meds are wiping me out. Not so fun, you know?
Okay, so you know what stinks? In order to get the info off my hard drive I have to have them break the seal on the plates, right? Well, breaking the seal voids the warranty I have on it. So, um, I'm not so sure what the warranty is worth, really. I mean, unless you only store data on your hard drive that you don't actually want. Then you can give the nice hard drive replacement people your broken hard drive, chock full of your not-so-valuable data, and they'll give you a new one some horribly long time later. Absurd, I think.
So, since I need/want my stuff, I guess I'm going to have to suck it up and not only pay for data retrieval, but also buy a new external hard drive. Maybe I should charge a $1 fee every time someone reads my blog--yeah, that's the ticket! I'd have money in no time, I think. Well, okay, maybe not. But you can't fault me for trying.
I told my boss that I was leaving, and he took it pretty well. It was rather surprising though, because instead of offering me more money to stay as an AE he offered to get me a position in Process. I'm not going to do that, but it was good of him to offer, and I know he'd make it happen if I asked him. Which is nice. He's also appreciative of my giving him more than two weeks. Even April, who I figured would (understandably) go into crazy-stress mode, was happy for me. We'll see how the next few weeks pan out. I'm mailing in my acceptance letter today. I'm excited about my new salary AND my new title Chemical Engineer 2. I'm still rather thrilled about already being promoted. I mean, I know that they could have done it soon after I started working, and that would have been good too, but this is a nice little extra pat on the back.
So, I think I'm going to go see the Violent Femmes this weekend. For free downtown, that is--with Sponge. I wasn't going to, but that's 'cause I thought that Naughty by Nature was playing, and they're not. It's the Violent Femmes. Who I really really like quite a lot. So, um, that's my plan for the weekend. That and sleep and paint. I bought a mondo-hugeish canvas and I'm painting poppies on it. Speaking of which, do any of you artsy folks (even those of you who say that you don't read my blog and still do) know where I can get a square canvas? Like, 24x24 or bigger? I tired mcgillswarehouse.com, and they had some, but they were unassembled and the shipping was insane. We don't have Hobby Lobbies here :( so that's a no go, and Michael's only had a 12x12 (but it had a three inch "creative edge" on the side, so I just might go pick one of those up too). Dick Blick had something, but with shipping it was going to be $25 for a single canvas, and I just can't pony up for that.
And yes, I'm on a painting kick. Otto keeps encouraging me to do it, which is awesome. Apparently people kind of like my paintings, which is just great as far as I'm concerned.
Okay, time to get dressed. (I blog in a towel. Yes, really. Well, at least in the morning I do.) And go tell my boss that I'm definitely leaving. And hope that there's no fire today. April and I busted our respective asses the whole damn day to get stuff done. We got a thank you from the big cheese for it, and even Todd was impressed. But it means I need to play catch-up today. Plus, April is out of town today, so I have all of my things plus two of hers that she couldn't finish. Crazy stuff. I wish I had my music. Cds aren't the same. Time for clothes and coffee (Java Daves, actually, though I'm almost out and need someone to send me more. I'll have to check in to that).
Enjoy your friday. And don't forget:
Why do elephants paint their toenails red?
So they can hide in cherry trees. ;)
yes, I'm sick. Again. But it's not sinus-related this time, which is swell. I should feel much better by tomorrow, sayeth my doc. But in the meantime, the meds are wiping me out. Not so fun, you know?
Okay, so you know what stinks? In order to get the info off my hard drive I have to have them break the seal on the plates, right? Well, breaking the seal voids the warranty I have on it. So, um, I'm not so sure what the warranty is worth, really. I mean, unless you only store data on your hard drive that you don't actually want. Then you can give the nice hard drive replacement people your broken hard drive, chock full of your not-so-valuable data, and they'll give you a new one some horribly long time later. Absurd, I think.
So, since I need/want my stuff, I guess I'm going to have to suck it up and not only pay for data retrieval, but also buy a new external hard drive. Maybe I should charge a $1 fee every time someone reads my blog--yeah, that's the ticket! I'd have money in no time, I think. Well, okay, maybe not. But you can't fault me for trying.
I told my boss that I was leaving, and he took it pretty well. It was rather surprising though, because instead of offering me more money to stay as an AE he offered to get me a position in Process. I'm not going to do that, but it was good of him to offer, and I know he'd make it happen if I asked him. Which is nice. He's also appreciative of my giving him more than two weeks. Even April, who I figured would (understandably) go into crazy-stress mode, was happy for me. We'll see how the next few weeks pan out. I'm mailing in my acceptance letter today. I'm excited about my new salary AND my new title Chemical Engineer 2. I'm still rather thrilled about already being promoted. I mean, I know that they could have done it soon after I started working, and that would have been good too, but this is a nice little extra pat on the back.
So, I think I'm going to go see the Violent Femmes this weekend. For free downtown, that is--with Sponge. I wasn't going to, but that's 'cause I thought that Naughty by Nature was playing, and they're not. It's the Violent Femmes. Who I really really like quite a lot. So, um, that's my plan for the weekend. That and sleep and paint. I bought a mondo-hugeish canvas and I'm painting poppies on it. Speaking of which, do any of you artsy folks (even those of you who say that you don't read my blog and still do) know where I can get a square canvas? Like, 24x24 or bigger? I tired mcgillswarehouse.com, and they had some, but they were unassembled and the shipping was insane. We don't have Hobby Lobbies here :( so that's a no go, and Michael's only had a 12x12 (but it had a three inch "creative edge" on the side, so I just might go pick one of those up too). Dick Blick had something, but with shipping it was going to be $25 for a single canvas, and I just can't pony up for that.
And yes, I'm on a painting kick. Otto keeps encouraging me to do it, which is awesome. Apparently people kind of like my paintings, which is just great as far as I'm concerned.
Okay, time to get dressed. (I blog in a towel. Yes, really. Well, at least in the morning I do.) And go tell my boss that I'm definitely leaving. And hope that there's no fire today. April and I busted our respective asses the whole damn day to get stuff done. We got a thank you from the big cheese for it, and even Todd was impressed. But it means I need to play catch-up today. Plus, April is out of town today, so I have all of my things plus two of hers that she couldn't finish. Crazy stuff. I wish I had my music. Cds aren't the same. Time for clothes and coffee (Java Daves, actually, though I'm almost out and need someone to send me more. I'll have to check in to that).
Enjoy your friday. And don't forget:
Why do elephants paint their toenails red?
So they can hide in cherry trees. ;)
Thursday, July 14, 2005
very interesting
thanks, Sterling, for sharing that neat little thing with me. It will prove very interesting.
I got the job. I liked the offer. I gave a counter offer, but they didn't bite, and that's totally cool with me.
Tomorrow I turn in my goodbye letter. Or maybe this afternoon. We'll see.
I keep having dreams about tattoos and piercings. Like, the other day I had a dream that someone spilled something and it dissolved my tattoo. And then we wiped the rest of it off and I went to go get a new one and had them put it a little lower and to the left.
And then last night I dreamed about getting that little point part of my ear pierced with a hoop--the one that's on the inner part of your outer ear rather than the outer part. The one that looks like it would really hurt.
So odd.
Apparently we'll be "putting out fires" at work today. Looks like I should bring a bucket so I can be a part of the brigade.
PS, I think I have a friend who knows a guy who's going to help me fix my hard drive. I hope this all pans out. I'd like my important stuff back, thankyouverymuch. Fortunately, a lot of it is in emails. But we'll see.
Enjoy your thursday--I can't wait for the weekend!
I got the job. I liked the offer. I gave a counter offer, but they didn't bite, and that's totally cool with me.
Tomorrow I turn in my goodbye letter. Or maybe this afternoon. We'll see.
I keep having dreams about tattoos and piercings. Like, the other day I had a dream that someone spilled something and it dissolved my tattoo. And then we wiped the rest of it off and I went to go get a new one and had them put it a little lower and to the left.
And then last night I dreamed about getting that little point part of my ear pierced with a hoop--the one that's on the inner part of your outer ear rather than the outer part. The one that looks like it would really hurt.
So odd.
Apparently we'll be "putting out fires" at work today. Looks like I should bring a bucket so I can be a part of the brigade.
PS, I think I have a friend who knows a guy who's going to help me fix my hard drive. I hope this all pans out. I'd like my important stuff back, thankyouverymuch. Fortunately, a lot of it is in emails. But we'll see.
Enjoy your thursday--I can't wait for the weekend!
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
roller-friggin-coaster
so, the weekend was awesome. Jessica is awesome, Sterling is awesome, naps are awesome and British parties rule. Except that yesterday was not so awesome.
My hard drive is broked. Yes, broked. Not broken, broked. It has some mechanical problem, which sucks. It's going to cost $650-$950 to get all of my data off of it. :( And I need some of that--especially the legal documents. Boohoo. So yesterday morning was pretty darn miserable, since that's when my IT guy gave me the bad news (he can't fix it) and the good news (that it might be possible to get the data off).
So, then work was, well, work-ee. And then I got a call from the place I interviewed to let me know that my offer letter is in the mail. I hope it's a good one!!! I felt kind of teased though. And they want me to start on August 1st, which is too soon. I want to give Kruger 3 weeks. We'll see.
And then Otto earned mucho cool points. Mucho. Do you know what he did yesterday? The brave man played Scrabble with me. Really, he did. He had never played before, and he still did pretty darn well--only 15 points below me. It was a difficult game (you know how sometimes they just don't work out quite right?) but it still was super fun, and put me in a much better mood. He really gets props for braving the land that is playing Carrie in Scrabble. Next I'm teaching him Pente, I think.
Time to order a spiffy new computer now. One that I can't afford. Especially since I need to spend $650-$950 on my hard drive. But, hey, that's how the cookie crumbles sometimes. I just hope my major expenses become less major, or that the offer letter has a nice fat number on it.
My hard drive is broked. Yes, broked. Not broken, broked. It has some mechanical problem, which sucks. It's going to cost $650-$950 to get all of my data off of it. :( And I need some of that--especially the legal documents. Boohoo. So yesterday morning was pretty darn miserable, since that's when my IT guy gave me the bad news (he can't fix it) and the good news (that it might be possible to get the data off).
So, then work was, well, work-ee. And then I got a call from the place I interviewed to let me know that my offer letter is in the mail. I hope it's a good one!!! I felt kind of teased though. And they want me to start on August 1st, which is too soon. I want to give Kruger 3 weeks. We'll see.
And then Otto earned mucho cool points. Mucho. Do you know what he did yesterday? The brave man played Scrabble with me. Really, he did. He had never played before, and he still did pretty darn well--only 15 points below me. It was a difficult game (you know how sometimes they just don't work out quite right?) but it still was super fun, and put me in a much better mood. He really gets props for braving the land that is playing Carrie in Scrabble. Next I'm teaching him Pente, I think.
Time to order a spiffy new computer now. One that I can't afford. Especially since I need to spend $650-$950 on my hard drive. But, hey, that's how the cookie crumbles sometimes. I just hope my major expenses become less major, or that the offer letter has a nice fat number on it.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
i normally don't look at this stuff, but...
July 6, 2005
A window of opportunity has presented itself. Don't let this one slip by. It may take time for things to come to fruition the way you want them to, but if you take the necessary steps now, you can reap tremendous rewards in the distant future.
interesting, eh?
It's always fun when cryptic mumbo jumbo fits... :)
A window of opportunity has presented itself. Don't let this one slip by. It may take time for things to come to fruition the way you want them to, but if you take the necessary steps now, you can reap tremendous rewards in the distant future.
interesting, eh?
It's always fun when cryptic mumbo jumbo fits... :)
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
the job is mine
well, almost.
I have to pass a background check. Which, to the best of my knowledge, I will. They told me that's all I have to do to get the job. So it's time to fill out some forms and start typing my goodbye letter.
Wahoo!!!
I have to pass a background check. Which, to the best of my knowledge, I will. They told me that's all I have to do to get the job. So it's time to fill out some forms and start typing my goodbye letter.
Wahoo!!!
not too shabby
fireworks in NC aren't too shabby--at least, the ones in the Durham Bulls ballpark weren't. no offense to you okies, but this is the first fourth of july in NC that I've haven't been desperately wishing to go back to Tulsa and see the fireworks. I mean, I'd love to be there for a visit, but normally it's the lack of oomph here that makes me want to go home. But they weren't bad at all!
Monday, July 04, 2005
dang it! (and an exciting tidbit)
Okay, so I'm the only person that I know that can get a splinter at Target. Yes, really. It hurts when I type letters in the general vicinity of "o," "p," "u," etc. Otto was going to help me remove it since it's on my right hand middle finger, but since it wasn't sore yesterday we figured it would come out on its own and not get infected. Sound logic, one would think. But, no. So today there may be a rather painful operation for me to endure :( This will be operation number four since Thursday. One tick on Thursday, two ticks on Friday and now a splinter. I'm absolutely done with going to the park for lunch. Either that or I'm buying some bug spray.
Also, we bought a grill yesterday. This fancy thermos thing that's half stainless steel--rather extravagant for a charcoal grill. We put it together and realized that it had a rather significant tilt to it. And being the engineers that we are, we broke out the two-foot level and checked it out. I turned the dish-part around (no small feat, mind you) and now it's slightly more level. Yeesh.
We've been trying desperately to clean/get everything put away so that we can have guests, but it's slow going. At least we have some motivation though. Tomorrow our friend Terry Goss and the girl he's dating, CR, are coming over for dinner--I owe him one for helping move the futon in his truck. And no, I did not mistype. Her name is CR too. Same spelling and everything. Fortunately, she has a different middle name and according to Terry, is pretty much nothing like me. Which is good.
So, I've been cleaning, going through boxes, etc. I've found some rather painful reminders (like an email from Derrick to Justin asking him to not date me because Derrick still loved me and he wanted to see me go it alone, or wedding pictures, or pictures of Fred, or things that belonged to my daddy) and some very pleasant things too. One of which was a box full of letters from when I went on Chrysalis. Wowzers. The things you people wrote. About paying attention to the process and quotes from longfellow and fishing with the best bait ever. It made me smile. And cry a little too.
On a lighter note, I have a question. I'm positive that I could just look it up online, but I want to know if any of you actually know the answer--why, oh, why, do legs/arms/feet fall asleep? Is it poor circulation only, or is there something more to it?
Something exciting happened on Friday at lunch. I got a call from the woman I interviewed with for the new job on Monday. She told me that I was one of their final candidates that they were evaluating, and they would be calling my references. She wanted to make sure that she could call the person I listed from Kruger because she thought he was my boss and was worried that he didn't know I was looking for a new job (he's not my boss, he's someone I work with a lot, and he knows I'm looking). Anyhow, that was exciting. As long as they talk to Tom Harris I'm pretty sure I'll get the job. Cross your fingers for me please!
Anyhoo, enjoy the fireworks, folks. If you're watching the ones over the Arkansas river in Tulsa take a picture for me. Hopefully the ones in Durham won't be awful like those ones in Chapel Hill were. Did you know that after I'd been living in NC for like 13 days I went home to my miserable apartment and cried because I missed the fireworks over the river? I still talk about 'em. Last year I didn't even bother to go see fireworks because the ones in '03 had disappointed me so much.
Right, back to cleaning/organizing etc.
Also, we bought a grill yesterday. This fancy thermos thing that's half stainless steel--rather extravagant for a charcoal grill. We put it together and realized that it had a rather significant tilt to it. And being the engineers that we are, we broke out the two-foot level and checked it out. I turned the dish-part around (no small feat, mind you) and now it's slightly more level. Yeesh.
We've been trying desperately to clean/get everything put away so that we can have guests, but it's slow going. At least we have some motivation though. Tomorrow our friend Terry Goss and the girl he's dating, CR, are coming over for dinner--I owe him one for helping move the futon in his truck. And no, I did not mistype. Her name is CR too. Same spelling and everything. Fortunately, she has a different middle name and according to Terry, is pretty much nothing like me. Which is good.
So, I've been cleaning, going through boxes, etc. I've found some rather painful reminders (like an email from Derrick to Justin asking him to not date me because Derrick still loved me and he wanted to see me go it alone, or wedding pictures, or pictures of Fred, or things that belonged to my daddy) and some very pleasant things too. One of which was a box full of letters from when I went on Chrysalis. Wowzers. The things you people wrote. About paying attention to the process and quotes from longfellow and fishing with the best bait ever. It made me smile. And cry a little too.
On a lighter note, I have a question. I'm positive that I could just look it up online, but I want to know if any of you actually know the answer--why, oh, why, do legs/arms/feet fall asleep? Is it poor circulation only, or is there something more to it?
Something exciting happened on Friday at lunch. I got a call from the woman I interviewed with for the new job on Monday. She told me that I was one of their final candidates that they were evaluating, and they would be calling my references. She wanted to make sure that she could call the person I listed from Kruger because she thought he was my boss and was worried that he didn't know I was looking for a new job (he's not my boss, he's someone I work with a lot, and he knows I'm looking). Anyhow, that was exciting. As long as they talk to Tom Harris I'm pretty sure I'll get the job. Cross your fingers for me please!
Anyhoo, enjoy the fireworks, folks. If you're watching the ones over the Arkansas river in Tulsa take a picture for me. Hopefully the ones in Durham won't be awful like those ones in Chapel Hill were. Did you know that after I'd been living in NC for like 13 days I went home to my miserable apartment and cried because I missed the fireworks over the river? I still talk about 'em. Last year I didn't even bother to go see fireworks because the ones in '03 had disappointed me so much.
Right, back to cleaning/organizing etc.
Friday, July 01, 2005
oh dear
so, I believe that yellow isn't the best color when associated with snot, eh? I'm going to call the doc. And yesterday I spent fifteen minutes talking about how cool target's prescription bottles are. Is that weird? I sure think it is.
I think I'm going to get the swiss dot ones. Because you're right, the pink are more practical. Either that or I'll get both and return one of 'em. I'll order them today.
If you haven't seen Batman Begins go see it right now. Get up from reading this blog, go see it, and come back. Or, at least pause long enough to make plans to go see it. It's really good. REALLY. It's the best of 'em all, though Mr. Nicholson (sp?) does make an excellent joker.
Enjoy your holiday weekend. I'll be cleaning, getting ready for one of my best friends to visit and the like. And I'll be writing math problems. I'm getting to do that for the state of ohio's standardized tests. I'm getting paid, not doing it for fun, don't worry.
Anyhoo, time for work. Oh, and I need to post a picture of a funny button. I'll do that tonight.
I think I'm going to get the swiss dot ones. Because you're right, the pink are more practical. Either that or I'll get both and return one of 'em. I'll order them today.
If you haven't seen Batman Begins go see it right now. Get up from reading this blog, go see it, and come back. Or, at least pause long enough to make plans to go see it. It's really good. REALLY. It's the best of 'em all, though Mr. Nicholson (sp?) does make an excellent joker.
Enjoy your holiday weekend. I'll be cleaning, getting ready for one of my best friends to visit and the like. And I'll be writing math problems. I'm getting to do that for the state of ohio's standardized tests. I'm getting paid, not doing it for fun, don't worry.
Anyhoo, time for work. Oh, and I need to post a picture of a funny button. I'll do that tonight.
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