I saw:

A truck load of very much alive, very large, pigs. But I don't think they were alive for much longer. I'm pretty sure they were off to meat their maker. I mean meet their maker.

A hummingbird's nest with a momma and baby hummingbird in it (pictures were taken, cord is not here).

Mark Eubank. The weather guy from KSL that retired.

Some people are so hard to please.


Anyway, this is probably going to end up being a really distorted picture because it will be blown way out of proportion, but it needs to be done. If ever I am chatting at you and send a ":d" your way, yes. It is in on purpose. Please force yourself to see the following picture in your mind's eye.


Or... blogger will cooperate and leave it in it's actual size. That works, too. (no, you're not looking for a photo. If you see a little blue guy with his tongue sticking up, that's all you're looking for. This is after much mis communicating with One Foreman that I add this edit.)

1 How long wilt thou ^aforget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou ^bhide thy face from me? 3 Consider and ^ahear me, O Lord my God: lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; (Psalms 13)

1 O Lord, rebuke me not in thine anger, neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure. 6 I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my ^atears. (Psalms 6)

17 Lord, how ^along wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my ^bdarling from the lions.

Labels: scripture chain, Svithe

Dear people upstairs who think it is great fun to pound things,

Please stop. It's really rather annoying. Especially considering the fact that I'm tired and want to sleep.


I keep wearing clothes that match my bruise. Awesome.

There is air and there is conditioning!!!! God bless those nice young men who have made it so I no more have to sleep in 80+ degree temperatures. Even if they did come like... a day after I reported it. Twice.


Picture doesn't very well do it justice, as far as color goes. Which is a real pity, because, honestly, this is the most wicked sweetest bruise I have ever had in my life. Really deep blue today. Matched Dad's shirt. Awesome. However, considering the angle and the fact that I had to take the picture in the mirror... well, just let your imagination compensate for what's missing. And if that doesn't do it for you, maybe find me in the very near future and I'll show you in person. Only, we don't know how long it will stay dark. I expect soon it will turn that nasty yellow-green color.

We're going for our favorite leisure activity for today's topic, I guess. My favorite... well, I have a lot, but they all cost money (my most favorite ones do), which I don't have. But we'll go with...

PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!!!! Because it's fun. The end.

Labels: Favorite Monday

"Happy birthday to me, I am 23..." Couldn't think of anything really superb for this year, though, so I think I'll just skip it.

Seems like there's a lot of dying on this here blog lately, no?

So, once upon a time, I moved into the Village. And our air didn't work. I can't remember if it was the heater or the AC, I just remember it didn't function as it should. Turns out, all we had to do to fix it back then was flip a switch.

Fast-forward to today. Our AC definitely doesn't work right now. I've checked the switch, I've messed with the thermostat, Roommate has messed with the thermostat... And it's still 80+ degrees in this place. And we have it set to 70. Tell me if there is not something wrong with this picture.

There mightn't be any sleeping tonight. Too dang hot.

Today, while I was at work, I almost died.

So, I'm sitting at my machine, minding my own business, but wondering why the tool chest behind me is open. And it's one of those kinds that are big and heavy and tall and have wheels, you know? So, yeah. I'm just binding my time away (literally), listening to my tunes, when suddenly... WHAM!! and OUCH!!! the tool chest is on the ground and I've got a scrape on my arm. I also think I screamed. In fact, I'm pretty sure I did. And then I and my three co-workers all just stopped working and the whole room went quiet (which never happens because, dood, those machines are loud) and we sat and stared at the tool chest, lying there on the ground.

"If I'd been two inches to the right, " I said, "I'd be dead." My co-workers all nodded in agreement. We all slowly stood up and attempted to put the darn thing back in place and together (all the drawers had fallen out). It took three of us to pull it back up and push it into place, that is how heavy it is. And it almost landed on me.

Two inches, my friends. My life was spared by two inches. And by the fact that I don't sit in chairs straight, but rather at an angle.

Meanwhile, I'm now sporting a rather awesome bruise on the back of my arm (along with all the other bruises I've acquired this week- including the one on my left ring-finger knuckle) and a size-able bump. Call me crazy, but I hope it sticks around for a while, and noticeably so, because it makes for a cool story.

I love my job.

Labels: work

We discovered what the bruise is from. It's where my arm rests on the metal cover of the coiling machine, which explains why I have a matching bruise on the other arm, too.

You know, I start to think that at the beginning of every day I should just start a blog post where I put all of my little, random posts and then publish it at the end of the day. That way I don't clutter my blog (or your google reader) and you can just read them all in one go. Instead of, you know, having 50 million 1 liners every day. Good idea? Bad idea? Who cares?

Anyway, so I'm sitting here (well, not here exactly, but in my room on the floor in front of the mirror) putting my make-up on earlier today and I thought, "Ouch. That hurts." And lo and behold, I've got a bruise on my arm. I can't figure out for the life of me how I got it. I suppose I could have done it at work while lifting boxes full of books or something, but I don't know why I'd have a bruise on that part of my arm from lifting a box. Maybe I accidentally hit my arm on the rocker of my chair last night in my sleep? or the book case? You'd think that would have woken me up, though. The really annoying part is that my watch keeps hitting it, and that sort of hurts. Oh well, I can take a bruise.

So yesterday at work I got my employee number (99). My first thought was, "Why can't you just add one more number and make it an even 100?"

I haven't even been watching Monk.


Oh, and I got glue on my glasses yesterday. Don't ask.


Today in my random wanderings of the World Wide Web I discovered this. And proceeded to get really excited for it. Personally, I really really like Miyazaki. I think, out of the films of his that that I have seen, Castle in the Sky is my favorite. Or maybe Howl's Moving Castle. Maybe even Spirited Away. I don't know! So hard to choose.

What about you? If you're not familiar with Miyazaki's work, you should really go out and educate yourself. If need be, come see me and we'll have a Miyazaki marathon. Granted, I don't have all of his movies, but I've got a fair share. And love them all. We can have popcorn and cinnamon rolls. Yum.

Labels: Entertainment

So last night after I got home from work (and went grocery shopping) I was making dinner, you know? Well, Roommate had the TV on as she is wont to do and for some reason which I cannot fathom she decided to watch The Bachelor. Well, apparently it was the season finale or something like that because he had to decide between the last two girls and pick one to marry (I've never actually watched this show before, so what I tell you is based solely on last night's observation).

The longer I watched this show, the more angry I became with this guy for being a jerkface and with the girls for letting him be a jerkface. Finally I got up from the couch (my dinner was in the oven), calmly walked over to my butterfly chair, grabbed the pillow from it, and threw the pillow at the TV.

I actually did feel better afterwards, but I think I would have felt even better if I could have thrown the TV itself off the "balcony." Alas, the consequences for that are more than I can afford.


Anyone who actually visits my blog (as opposed to reading it through Google Reader) may have noticed the feature I've changed on my sidebar. It used to be a poem of the moment thing, but I've changed it to "watch this space" and have decided that every once in a while I'll update it to something new that is currently of interest to me.

Right now I am having just discovered Sara Lov (she sang that hauntingly beautiful song at the end of Bones last Monday- skip past the first 30 seconds if you click on that link)

You can listen to some of her songs at her myspace page or you can go directly to her website (where you can also purchase a CD with 3 songs on it (ironically called 3 Songs) for like $5) and listen to some of her music there. I think myspace has a few more songs than her website, though. I don't remember for sure.

Anyway, I'm a fan, and I can hardly wait for her full length CD to be released towards the end of this year.

I may or may not give future notifications on the update of "watch this space." That's my whatchamacallit... umm... I don't know. I lost the word. Sometimes the nouns just leave me.

First day of work was OK, but my head is pounding. And my stomach is starting to feel sloshy now and my migraine medication is making the room spin (it's never done that before, so maybe it's not really the medication).

Anyway, work. Good. Interesting, kind of. I didn't break anything, which is also good. I only got 3 paper cuts. And I filled like a million boxes. And the punchy machine was punching to the beat of my music for a while and it was really cool. Also, very not hard work to do.

Our dishwasher is broken again. This is the second dishwasher we have had in this apartment, remember? Also remember that no one has lived in this apartment before. Think we'll get another new dishwasher? I don't know. I'm going to go complain at the office in the later hours of this morning.


Also, as a side note, I felt creepy tonight and it was really cool. The end.

Some of my favorite Chillylint quotes:

"I've decided I'm going to start referring to talking about marriage as 'we discussed the doctrines of the kingdom tonight.'"
"She let me get snot on her, how could I not make one small phone call to repay her?"
"I'm often seduced by you. Usually online. You type seductively."
"You have just become DEATH."

Happy Birthday, Chilly! And welcome back to the country. I missed you. A lot.

Labels: Chilly

Yeah, I know. It's not Sunday yet. But I'm heading home for the weekend because Sunday is Mother's Day, and I'm leaving my computer behind. Quite frankly, it's just a pain to pack up and not worth it for only 2 days.

So, anyway. Ciao, doods. See you next week.

Today I got a job. The guy who "interviewed" me pretty much offered me the job the moment I stepped into his office. It was kind of bizzare, but I was OK with it. And he never even looked at my resume. Which I brought with me, just in case. Basically he said, "Previous employment experiences probably aren't going to do you a lot of good in this job unless you've already worked at a printing press before, which I doubt. But, don't worry. We'll train you."

So, 20 hours a week, M-F, 4-8pm. This means that if I decide I want another job, I can get a second job. Which is good, I guess. Also it means that I can sleep in as long as I want and still have plenty of time to get things done around the apartment during the afternoon. And I'm thinking about walking to work, instead of driving, because it's really not that far away and it's nice outside lately. Well, except for yesterday when it was soaking wet, but you know.


Let it be known that gas now costs me $10 a tank more on average than it did 3 years ago when I got my car (more if I actually still filled it with 88 octane, but I can't afford that). Ouch. I'm starting to think the Amish might have the right idea.

Consider my loyalty bought.


So, my mouse committed partial suicide a week or so ago in that it suddenly stopped letting me right click on things. Like, it worked when I turned on my computer and then a few minutes later, it just didn't. So finally I got myself in gear and emailed Kensington's technical support, and they said they'd send me a new mouse for free!

This morning I'm drying my hair and putting on my face (these are interchangeable activities for me- I do them both in steps) when I heard a knock on the door. I ignored it, as I am wont to do. Well, when I left to have breakfast with Dad, there's a box sitting out there. My mouse came! A week earlier than they said it would. And then I found out that my old one wasn't even under warranty anymore (which they knew, because I told them when I'd bought my old mouse), but they still sent me a new one for free, anyway! Oh Glory Be.

33 Which ^aJared came forth with his brother and their families, with some others and their families, from the great tower, at the time the Lord ^bconfounded the language of the people, and swore in his wrath that they should be scattered upon all the ^cface of the earth; and according to the word of the Lord the people were scattered.

34 And the ^abrother of Jared being a large and mighty man, and a man highly favored of the Lord, Jared, his brother, said unto him: Cry unto the Lord, that he will not confound us that we may not ^bunderstand our words.

35 And it came to pass that the brother of Jared did cry unto the Lord, and the Lord had compassion upon Jared; therefore he did not confound the ^alanguage of Jared; and Jared and his brother were not confounded.

36 Then Jared said unto his brother: Cry again unto the Lord, and it may be that he will turn away his anger from them who are our ^afriends, that he confound not their language.

37 And it came to pass that the brother of Jared did cry unto the Lord, and the Lord had compassion upon their friends and their families also, that they were not confounded.

Pick a flag, any flag. This is sooo awesome. Too bad I have no idea how accurate it really is.

Babel Fish

My sister will be the first to tell you that I take for-ev-er to get ready. And that she doesn't understand it. Here is why.

Sometimes I shower at night before bed. That cuts an hour out of my morning routine. But here we will assume I showered in the morning.

Shower: 30 minutes
Shampoo
Conditioner
Conditioner
Conditioner
Shave

Getting dressed: 5 minutes (max)

Pick clothes and put them on. Simplest thing of my routine. (Sorry, I'm not taking a picture for this one.)

Hair: 45 minutes
15 minutes towel-dry time
Hair lotion 1
Hair lotion 2
Hair lotion 3

Dry
Straighten

Make-up: 20 minutes (Rochelle and I raced today- so this is going fast)



I may be psychotic, but at least I look nice.

Today I am very domestic. And it's not even noon yet!

First, my belt-loop ("Might not live, might not live!"): It snapped at the top while we were in Florida and I was kind of annoyed by it, but didn't bother to fix it. Instead I just wore my other pants. Well, I didn't want to wear any of my other pants today, I wanted to wear the ones with the broken belt-loop. So I finally got my sewing machine out and fixed it.

Second, my anklet: I bought it in Morocco, and on Sunday it snagged on the couch (don't ask me how something can snag on leather, I don't know, it just did), and broke. And I was sad. And I tried to fix it then, but my hands were too shaky (maybe had something to do with the fact that I hadn't eaten because it was fast Sunday and dinner was still in the oven). Well, I decided that, while I was being a domestic person, I might as well try to fix it again, and I did! Go me. I'm awesome.

Labels: animals

Today's subject is our favorite picture of our mommy. Well, Mommy, because I love you, I will not post a picture of you because I know you would not like it. Also because my favorite picture I do not have on my computer. Also because I don't have a picture of your mii on here. But I love you!

So instead I will post a picture of another favorite mom, Sonja.

Labels: animals, Favorite Monday

Spine x-ray came back normal, too. The end.

Stina tagged me to do this a few days ago, and I figure I better do it now while I'm thinking about it, or else I'll probably forget. Plus it looks fun and I have nothing else to do because Roommate is sleeping still from nap-time and also I'm just waiting for later to roll around so I can go see the cats and The House and have Fun Times.

Whenever Oprah does her ‘Favorite Things’ show, I am always curious about the things she chooses and why. Tell me, if money were not an issue and you wanted to load up a basket of five of your most ‘Favorite Things’ and give it to your friends, what would you choose and why? It can be something simple, like the type of pen you use or something big like the type of car you drive. I will list my ‘Things’ and then I will tag a few of you to do the same thing. Here they are in no particular order...

1. Heating Pad
Granted, mine is ancient and looks nothing like this, but I tell you what, when you're back is just SORE and you just need something warm on it, this does the trick. Even though it's not actually muscle pain.









2. Crazy Sleek Hair Lotion
LOVE this stuff. My hair stays straight even in humid weather and it smells good, to boot!













3. Canon Powershot digital camera

Granted, this isn't actually the model I have (in the picture, I mean), but it's a pretty good little camera and I've grown rather fond of it. People ask me what kind of camera I use to take the pictures we've got framed in our living room here and are always surprised to hear you can do stuff like that with a camera as simple as this! (This doesn't mean I don't want a digital SLR, though).





4. Kitchen Aid Mixer
Please. Need I actually say more? I don't think so.















5. Toshiba Satellite u300
Besides the fact that Vista is often of the devil, I love my computer. It's cute, it sparkles, it's small, it doesn't weigh a million tons.... Yeah.







Tag, you're it: Chilly, if she feels so inclined, Dragon Lady, Krishna, and anyone else who feels the need.

CT Scan came back clear. Good that nothing is wrong, I guess, but at the same time I kind of wish they would have found something just so I knew why this darned headache won't go away. Still waiting to hear back on the x-ray.

Labels: health

My bravery knows no bounds (OK, actually, it does, but that's not the point). So far today I have gone to the doctor, had a CT Scan and also an x-ray. Without passing out.

My chocolate smiles at me. Does yours smile at you?

Labels: food

Drawly has this thing about climbing onto my shoulder and sitting there. And licking my ear. He's so weird but ohsocute, you can't help but love him. And that's all.

Note to self: get picture of Parrot Drawly next time

Labels: animals

April is over! Weee!

That's all. I'm going to bed now.

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