Friday, December 2, 2011

Lack of Updates

Like I have any viewers. lol

So, yeah. Sorry for lack of updates. Life's been crazy. Between my job's hours and my (bio)father passing away, I've been preoccupied.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

I feel a bit like George Carlin; all this anger and no place to rant.

I feel like I have been ranting and raving like a lunatic on the internet ever since I became pregnant. Then again, I've always been quite opinionated, I may just be voicing it a bit more now that these hormones are bombarding me. *shrug*
No new real news, besides a rant that I have brewing in my head for a few days now, and I'm on the fence about posting it. Can't even give details. LOL

Maybe I'll take some pictures of something and post it here...

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Craft Ahead: "Bad" Epic Art

Has anyone seen this?! This is amazing!

I now want to go ransack my local Goodwill.

Baby Brats, Mid-Aisle Breakdowns and Stripped J's

or "How One Woman Changed My Whole Entire Craptastic Weekend"

Thursday, November 10th, in the hour of 1:00 P.M.

I had been nursing quite a cold for the past week. Almost missed my interview because of it. Couldn't breathe, couldn't quite see clearly because I had double conjunctivitis, and I couldn't swallow without wincing in agony. Considering I don't have tonsils, that last symptom made me really worry.

I drag myself to the doctor's. B-E-A-Utiful day out too. It was 70 degrees. I'm thinking, "What business does the weather have being 70 DELAWARE?!" I was convinced whoever was controlling the weather was taunting me with spring like conditions when I couldn't even enjoy it. *shakes fist* Anyway, come to find out that I had a "stuck" upper respiratory infection and double conjunctivitis. I say "stuck" because it was all in my throat at the time; THAT'S why it was so painful for me to swallow.

I drag myself, yet again, back home to take my meds and nurse my cold.

God - 1
Me - 0

Saturday November 12th, in the hour of 8:00 PM

I was STILL nursing my cold but at least I could eat. I woke up around 4-ish and asked if my husband wanted food. Sure, why not? I go upstairs to get ready and I am hit with this awful pain on the left side of my abdomen. It felt like a knife dragging through my lower stomach. I sit down, browse the internet a bit, then decide that I have 2 legs, I'll get up and use them (note the subtle FMA refrence in there :3 ). I'm still in pain as I go to Wally World and shop for dinner and a few other essentials. As I turn down the candy aisle, the dull, constant cramping that the pain had subsided to now turned into a knife being jabbed into my side.

I'll admit that this may have been a nice mixture of stress and pregnancy hormones, but I actually muttered a prayer.


I prayed.

For those of you who don't know me, I am considered an "Agnostic Theist", meaning I don't have proof either way that a deity does or does not exist, but I have a leaning towards the fact that one does, so for me to pray takes something pretty drastic. I'm not immune to the insane ramblings and realizations in my head, particularly when I'm in pain or under duress, and I quickly realized how desperate and scared I must be to actually pray. I started tearing up.

I hated myself for this 'karma' I hath wrought.
I hated my body for not wondering what the hell it wanted to do.
I hated my mind for panicking over every little thing.
I hated my doctors for not listening to me when I have legit concerns.
I hated the pain and the worry of me losing this baby.
But most of all, I hated Roy for not waiting like I had asked him to when he first suggested getting a vasectomy because this is all his fault because if something happens to this baby, we can't try again and damn his stupid self for being so selfish and not listening to me!

...After that brief moment of crying, I gathered up myself, grabbed some food and then high tailed it out of there, Hungry Man dinners in tow. I hate crying and I hate crying in public even more.

God - 2
Me - 0

Saturday through Tuesday, 12th - 15th

Along with the cramping and the "stabbing", it felt like I was actually having Braxton Hicks contractions. At 14 weeks! So I called my doctor and got an appointment for today.

Side note:I get there and I'm weighed. 228. That's 10 lbs lighter than a month ago. Score one for me.
Thought this all might be from an UTI. Nope.
Pokes and prods my stomach a bit. No pain from her pressure and I'm growing fine.
So, the midwife attempts to find the heartbeat. Attempts. Her poking and prodding made my future State Alchemist quite perturbed. She cornered "him" on my right side and got a nice heartbeat for about 10 seconds, then "he" push kicked off my right side and squirmed everywhere. As she was playing Doppler Marco Polo, I had one of those "contractions". I told her, "Feel that? That's what I'm talking about!" She feels and goes, "Oh my gosh, this is actually the baby doing this!". My right side was relaxed while my left was being pushed out.

No, no, dear baby of mine. You're hopefully going to be named Edward after Elric, not Cullen, so stop trying to burst out like some damned sparkle Alien vampire baby. >:C

Tuesday November 14th, in the hour of 7:00 PM

I'm back in my old territory in the realm of the Pizza Delivery Wench. I am rudely told by a sleeping man that I woke him up. You ordered the pizza, stupid. Forgive me for delivering it and knocking on your door.


Touching back with home base, I quickly go out on a delivery, only bothering to look at the name when I arrive. I - with a Spock like "Highly illogical Captain" look upon my face - ask if this really is the woman's name. Her daughter laughs and assures me that it is, and the last name is a married name. Apparently, her mom gets that reaction all the time and it fits her perfectly because she absolutely loves Christmas and always goes overboard with celebrations. The daughter then hands me the money and tells me that there is enough for a 12 dollar and 25 cent tip in there. Odd amount for a tip, but ok. Whatever. It's 12 bucks, I am NOT going to complain.

I walk away thinking not too much on it, when it dawned on me.
12 dollars plus 25 cents is 12.25.
12/25 is Christmas.
And the woman's name?

I think we're even now, God.

Happy Holidays everyone. :3

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Dear Co-Worker of My Husband's

When I showed you my extensive back piece tattoo that I want when we were talking about "geek/nerd/dork" tattoos and I responded with "It's from FMA.", my dear, I had to laugh when you said "It doesn't count because only 20 people would recognize it."

Try 20,000, which is the average attendance at Otakon each year, and it keeps going up...

You're lucky I'm not exactly like Hawkeye, or I would have shot you in the foot.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

Craft Ahead: Broken Clips

When my grandmother died, I somehow got a bit of her jewelry. I was really close to her, so I couldn't bring myself to throw away any of the things.

As I got older, pieces here and there were lost or destroyed some how. I felt bad that I didn't have anything left of hers.

Until I cleaned out my storage unit and found her "Titanic" jewelry set. Remember the necklace Rose had? My grandmother had a sterling silver CZ replica of it. Not to talk ill of the dead, but holy crap it was gaudy. I like loud things, but this was ridiculous. Sorry Granma.

She also had a pair of earrings that were mini-blue versions of the necklace that I adored. The backing broke on one of them and I've been meaning to do something with them but could never figure something out.

Then I got the bright idea to E6000 them to a hair clip.

So simple, I feel stupid for not thinking of it sooner.

Basically, you take the earring, take a regular dollar store hair clip, glue the two together and VOILA!
Oh God, have I told you I LOVE my camera. :3

Now go destroy your jewelry box!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Holy Overpriced Monopoly, Batman!

So, I am a bit perturbed at Sony for making a memory card that is not only a pain in the rear to find, but damned near impossible to find a reader for. Kodak, Samsung, Polaroid, even Nokia have the same basic card. Get your crap together Sony! >:C

Anyway, I sold my dear sewing machine today for $20. It was a Singer 1120, which translates to "cheap Wal-Mart crap". I've had this thing for 8 years and it stinks. I'm now looking into a Janome brand. :3 They are awesome.

SO! For those of you who are actually following me -  expect more updates soon.

Side note: 14 weeks today. 26 more to go. UGH!

Friday, November 11, 2011

VIDEO: Super Mario Scooter Crash

No real content for today. Head is pounding and I'm getting a bit frustrated over my lack of working camera.
I have a $100 Sony CyberShot that won't connect to my computer because the AV port is busted. SO I need to go get a memory card, then a memory card reader so I can start taking pictures. I has an angry right now. But, I did sell something on my Etsy shop and I am selling my sewing machine, so things are looking up for me. :3

Anyway, enjoy a video that made Roy and I crack up laughing.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

WELL! That explains everything...

My AdSense account was never verified. No wonder I don't see any ads. lol

Well, I have a camera now. Sony Cybershot S700. Anyone know how to use this? I think my camera cord is also broken too...

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Curse my lack of camera!

So I am making a shrug/coat from scratch and I would LOVE to take progress pictures of it, but my camera won't even turn on. I am making the pattern from a fitted shirt I have and the sleeves from an old button down shirt from my hubby. It's made from fleece, which is the only fabric that won't make me tear out my hair in frustration. I'm also sewing this by hand because my sewing machine also died on me, but it's a crappy made Singer, so that explains a lot.

Which reminds me: anyone wanna buy a sewing machine?

Friday, November 4, 2011


How do you know when soy milk has expired?

When you puke it up in the shower.

It's not been a fun day so far...

And I STILL have no camera...

Thursday, November 3, 2011


Every fall, I'm like a child in the grocery aisles. 

Eyes wide with excitement, craning my neck to and fro, looking for that green with red accents carton that ushers in a new Holiday season with it's creamy, nutmeg infused, I'm-going-to-need-new-pants-calorie-count,  liquidy goodness.

Yes, I am talking about egg nog.

I LOVE the stuff. I can't get enough of it. When I discovered soy nog, GAME OVER. All of the taste, none of the fat lag? COUNT ME IN!

However, nothing compares to Wawa's Egg Nog. I don't know what they put in it (soylent green? God's tears? Boat nectar?) but it is awesome. So after returning my lovely PJ's sign to my former employer, I stop in my local Wawa to buy some Milk Duds, for that is what I was craving. I wasn't even looking for nog when I spotted a pint-sized bottle for $.99. I quickly ran back to my car, scrounged up another dollar and bought my holiday crack.

Not even in my car do I crack open the bottle and chug a huge swig of it in the parking lot. I must have looked a sight...well, I REALLY must have, for some woman comes at me telling me all the horrible dangers of egg nog to an unborn baby. For the record, yes I am pregnant and no, this is not my first rodeo, so her reaction and 'facts' confused me a bit. I have swigged egg nog with all 3 of my children, and none of them seem to be damaged in anyway, shape or form (besides being related to me :P). I look at her and ask her why is it 'dangerous'? She stops, thinks for a moment, and then says 'I don't know.' like she had never asked or questioned its validity! I say thank you for the advice, hop in my car and drive off. Don't get me wrong, I drank the nog on the way home, but in a parking lot with a manual, it's kinda hard to drink, shift and pay attention to the road all at once.

Now, she was an older woman, so her point was valid because back in the days before pasteurized eggs and store nog (for all you young bucks out there), people made it with raw eggs. Pregnant or not, THAT'S GROSS and unsafe. STORE nog is made with pasteurized eggs and ingredients, so it is a-ok. So is cider that's pasteurized. You would think in 2011, people would validate this info with...oh, I don't know...this magical thing called the INTERNET. Srsly, I still have family that believes you can get a cockroach egg in your lip from envelopes. I need to get out of this state...

Either way, I'm still gonna chug my nog.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

So yeah...

Decided to try blogging again, since I am not really employed anymore. Hopefully I can keep up with this one. Once a week posts should work...yeah, it should.

On a brighter note: go check out /diy/. :3 It's awesome.