A little change

Ah-ha! I bet you got here and thought to yourself... "This doesn't look right". Well, I have learned a little more about my blog and smartened up a bit. This is the new Beta version and I like it. No more pretending I can code for me. Nope, it's all click and drag from now on. Ahem. I need to go to work.

Best Friends...

Question you only after you are done.

Thank you.

Is it just me?

Yesterday I sent Chris to look at a condo. (I really want to move) He came home and informed me that the realtor told him that we shouldn't be renting, that buying would be much better. Ahem... Buying a mobile home would be better. So Chris tells him he has to convince me... Not him. This morning when I got to work I had an email from this guy with three listings in it. Is it just me? Why do people feel the need to help me when ALL I WANT TO DO IS MOVE!!!! (I kinda feel like throwing a temper tantrum with stomping feet and fists.) Two of the listings weren't too bad. They were actually kinda nice looking... Anyone got money for a downpayment?

Alright. I'm calmer now. For the past two weeks I have been ordering big wooden spoons off the internet.
I actually set up an eBay account (take a moment and recover from that shock) and bid. Now I seem to have spoons coming in from all over the place and I'm as giddy as a school girl! SPOON!!!! At least I've become obsessed with spoons which don't actually cost very much. Oh, the reason for the sudden spoon craving, the Germans. Camp Frau keep order with big old spoons. And now I can keep order... Or at least boss people around. They should let women carry other weapons. *sigh* Big wooden spoons are actually very comforting. They feel good in your hand and look menacing when brandished in that way. *grin* BIG WOODEN SPOON.

OK, I'm really going back to work now. Really.

Tah.

How it works.

I started a pre-teen group a while back at work. Ok, so I didn't really start it as much as support it. There are really two girls who are doing all the work and I am the 'adult' overseeing the whole thing. But when I apply for grad school next month, I can put down on my list of accomplishments that I started a pre-teen group for about ten kids at a homeless shelter. It doesn't seem all that impressive to me, in fact it's very little work for me. But the kids love it and it looks good on my resume... Besides, I might get to go bowling on Wednesday for free. *grin*

I found this in the paper yesterday, and with all of my "headbutts of love" I figured I needed to share...
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14922482

Man bites panda in Beijing zoo as retribution
Drunken migrant worker jumped in cage, was bitten after petting bear

BEIJING - A drunken Chinese migrant worker jumped into a panda enclosure at the Beijing Zoo, was bitten by the bear and retaliated by chomping down on the animal’s back, state media said Wednesday.

Zhang Xinyan, from the central province of Henan, drank four jugs of beer at a restaurant near the zoo before visiting Gu Gu the panda on Tuesday, the Beijing Morning Post said.

“He felt a sudden urge to touch the panda with his hand,” and jumped into the enclosure, the newspaper said.

“I bit the fellow in the back,” Zhang was quoted as saying in the newspaper. “Its skin was quite thick.”

The Beijing Youth Daily quoted Zhang as saying that he had seen pandas on television and “they seemed to get along well with people.”

“No one ever said they would bite people,” Zhang said. “I just wanted to touch it. I was so dizzy from the beer. I don’t remember much.”

Darwinism. Pure and simple.

Tah.

german weekend

Just so everyone can see... This is the very exciting yellow hat I made last week. As well as a first attempt at my German's costume. I can't wait for my second try. Muhahahaha!!!


This is a good picture of what I managed to look like before the German in me took over. We were looking at my song book. That's all!!!I swear that I am not up to anything! Really, I was just singing with my guild. Promise.

And that's it for faire goodness for tonight. Stay tuned for tomorrow nights show.

Try the veal.

Monday again

I'm taking a moment for myself. I am completely over the angry weekend I just had. Yes, you heard me, anger. It wasn't one specific thing... It was lots of little things that all piled on top of each other until I started avoiding people. (Mind you I was avoiding the people I like in hopes of not being angry at them for no good reason). But It's over now. I'm calming down, really. I am. The best part is, I don't have to do any sewing this week unless I want to. You hear that, WANT TO!!!! And let me tell you how I really don't. Not even a little bit. (Even though I probably will)

To make myself a little happier, I washed my car. There is nothing like washing the car to give you a sense of satisfaction. And because mine has been parked in a field for two weekends in a row (a very dusty field) it was very dirty. And as most of you know, I hate it when my car is dirty. So I just spent quite a bit of me and my car time. It's almost clean now. All I need is the vacuum and the bottle of fabreeze. Ah, relaxation thy name is clean car.

And now, for a moment of happy...

Isn't he cute? I was also given a picture of myself yesterday. I truly believe it is the only pretty picture of me in my garb. I look adorable. Just like a real girl.

Now it's time to put my cooking skills to work. I'll post more faire pictures when I get them.

Tah.

And so it is

Or isn't as the case may be.

I'm welcoming the world to Tuesday. But since most of the world has been doing this Tuesday before I got out of bed...

Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of 9/11. (I know I don't need to remind anyone of that.) Today is the fifth anniversary of when I was supposed to leave for Peace Corps, but wasn't allowed. Which, by default means it's been five years since I really started the whole PC thing. Which means that this Thanksgiving, I will have been home for three years. And I should really start looking for a Russian teacher or I am going to forget everything!!! (Was that convoluted enough for everyone?)

Anyway, I'm getting distracted by a lottery ticket sitting on my desk. I haven't scratched it yet so it had become Schrodinger's lottery ticket.

I'm out.

The week rolls slowly on

It's Friday.

I'm very excited about it being Friday.

Not in the usual way of being excited about the weekend, but in that way that faire is opening tomorrow.

Chris has really cool hosen. They turned out better than I thought they would. Not bad for a first try. And what is better is that as time goes on, I am going to be able to make them better. So the next pair is going to be rockin... I almost have a new dress. I made the skirt this morning, and the bodice is almost done. All that is left is attatching the two, and finish all the hand sewing parts like the closers. I know that it isn't going to be perfect for tomorrow, but it will be wearable. And that is all I have to worry about. The bodice, I pawned off on someone else. And all that I need to finish for tomorrow is a patch job for the dress I made two years ago. It isn't going to be wonderful, but it will survive the season. I think my stress level is down a great deal.

The big news is Chris and I are trying to find an apartment to move to. After all this time, we have decided that living closer to San Jose might be beneficial. So we are looking at places in Scotts Valley. Close enough to SC to go, but far enough away to have peace and quiet and not deal with all the road work there. So wish us luck.

Not much else has gone on this week. The stress level I achieved last weekend is subsiding... Oh, the whole guild drama should play itself out this weekend, so I don't have to worry about it anymore... But that's life, right? If I didn't have anything to worry about, I might get bored. Or decide I need a vacation. Speaking of which... I think I want to go to Germany. The airport was nice, perhaps the rest of the country will be too... *grin*

I should really find something work related to do now.

Tah.

I remember now...

I remember that I loved college. I always had something to do. There was always a reason to hop on a bus and go somewhere. I even liked my classes. And, in all reality, college must have liked me, because I graduated, right? I have been thinking a lot about college these days. (I am thinking about grad school.) And right now I am remembering something that had never really registered before. I lost a lot of weight in college. (As opposed to the kids who go and gain ten or twenty pounds, I lost that much...) And I think I figured out why. Stress. It makes me not hungry. It makes me feel kinda sick to my stomach all the time. It makes me not sleepy. I am beginning to believe that all of the not sleeping, not eating, and still getting everything done was in large part to... Stress.

Before continuing this little tirade, I need to tell you about my weekend... Or at least some of it. (Warning, parts of my weekend are censored, due to non-public information) So, Saturday was great. I really didn't do a lot. I sat around in German camp, learned how to use a support spindle (really suck at this, by the way), and showed up to a few shows and things I was asked to come to. Saturday was when I learned that my husband needed a pair of hosen (pants) by next weekend (really, and not kidding like I thought they were). But totally, not stressful. Ore tent has a place to live, we drank until we couldn't walk and had a blast. It was Sunday that everything started falling apart. My new costume, while really cute, needs work. This was brought to my attention several times by how it fit. Then there was a guild issue (it involved all kinds of drama and so I am going to skip it for the sake of not having this go on for pages, and for the sanity of the person typing this.). And on top of that, I was asked to make a bodice... By next weekend, as well as fix an old one from several years ago, oh yah, don't forget my husbands pants...Which still need to be made and if your not too busy you need a German Frau costume if you want to march in the parade with them. Is that enough for you? Well, let's stir the pot a little more by adding that the director of entertainment asked me if I would lead something for next year (this would be the censored part) and told me to think about it and let her know in the next few months. (This is the part that added to the already stressed guild drama.) Needless to say, I feel sick, I can't sleep, and I still have a work week ahead of me. All I know is that this was supposed to be my fun. What happened?

And now, because I seem to be using this as my personal dumping place for complaing...a picture to make you feel better... Aren't historical paintings great?