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Yesterday on facebook, I proclaimed I hate shark week. And this is what ensued:
Please add to the conversation. I don’t understand why people are so into shark week…I mean, every year? Come on!
And the conversation is continued…
So much anger
I put up some new stuff in my shop lately. I have had a wonderful time creating these pieces. They’re so much fun to make and I feel really inspired creatively all the time because I’m constantly working on something new. Knitting is awesome, but sometimes I get in knitting ruts and it’s not the same as making jewelry. Jewelry is more instantly satisfying. I wanted to show off some of my pieces to you! (I want to do something to pursue art full time and this is the closest I’m getting right now. )
You can get it here.
And this one here.
Here!!
Aqui!!
Having some people buy my art/jewelry could really lift my spirits right now, ya’ll. Just putting it out there. :)
I have decided that I seriously need to look into getting a studio. My art is taking over my house and Roomie agrees. Hopefully there will be developments on this plan soon. :) If you’re in the Atlanta area, are not insane and are trustworthy and might be interested, let me know! Holla!
And I want to leave you lovlies with this on this wonderful Tuesday, listen to my T-Pain song. I couldn’t save it to my computer and upload it to the post for some reason, so you’ll just have to click the link. Let me preface by saying, I’m a good singer. T-Pain destroys this song.
If you don’t know anything about my air-conditioner, you may want to read here and here. And then please come back.
The HVAC guy finally came by yesterday!! This is after calling them Tuesday and Wednesday and having them promise to come by and call me if they weren’t going to make it. Needless to say, they didn’t come by and didn’t call. Not to mention, it’s been hot as hell here. Like, 90. BS. So, yesterday, I was told they would be by between 6:30 and 7 pm. He showed promptly at 7:20. I almost did a happy dance.
Guess what? I need a new unit. And they won’t be able to install it until early next week. Which is fine. Kind of. Because, hopefully I will be riding around Atlanta on my totally awesome scooter tomorrow. Roomie and I have been enjoying cold showers, which as not as bad as one would assume. Especially when it’s hot as hell in your house.
And, I took full advantage of waiting for the A/C dude last night by digital scrapbooking for the first time. Which took about 2 hours. To make one page. Because my computer sucks and I’m pretty photoshop illiterate.
Out of boredom yesterday, I started reading the Notorious Killers sections of Crime Library. I was looking for the Bizarre and Strange section, but I guess the powers that be have done away with it in the past 6 years (last time I came to this website). Interestingly, they do showcase a Terrorists and Spies section. This is new.
I am reading about a Black Widow named Marie Hilley from the Appalachian Mountains in Alabama. Reading this is teaching me a lot about how to not raise a serial killer. First and foremost, don’t move to Appalachia, duh. Second, discipline your kinds. Hilley’s parents didn’t discipline her at all, even though they were poor and she was lazy, and look what happened. Take that capital punishment! Third, don’t tell your kids they are special. Working in the textile factory was too good for Snooty Pants Hilley. Her parents wanted her to get an education. The nerve. (You know, my parents told me I was special and I grew up thinking that I was going to be part of the Rapture and help Jesus bring all of the saved Christian souls to heaven while the rest of you heathens had to deal with Satan taking over the earth for seven years. But, that is another long, weird story. It’s actually pretty amazing I didn’t end up killing anyone–’pat on the back’)
Fourth, if your daughter is really pretty, you’re probably screwed. Fifth, don’t let your really pretty, spoiled daughter marry the first dude she meets. You might have to lock her in your barn for a few years, but she will come out okay.
And, now that she’s married, she’s out of your hair. If I were you, I would move away and change my name so that when you does go on the killing spree, you won’t fall victim.
Oh, and Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all of you who are into that stuff.
P.S. None of my coworkers wore green today. So, I printed out this sticker for them. We shall see how many of them will wear it.
Update: So far, I have at least 10 people with these taped to their shirts, maybe more.
Guess what, you guys?!! I’m all caught up on LOST and was able to watch the newest episode with the rest of the world on ABC last night. This is exciting for me. (If you are worrying about me spoiling something, don’t. I’m not going to say anything about what happened, you can keep reading.) I didn’t think I was going to make it because I thought I had three episodes to watch and I kept getting interrupted. I had just enough time to watch 3 episodes before the new one. BUT, there were only 2. And now I’m really confused, but not confused like I 
normally am when I watch LOST. Confused like, “I’m soooo tired of being this confused and who the hell are these people and why haven’t I see them before and why is she with them?! What?!” While I’m sad that this is the last season and all, I’m happy that I won’t have to feel so confused all the time. Everything will be answered or it won’t. And that will be that.
And, for those of you who feel sad and left out because you are lame and don’t watch LOST, telling people you “got lost watching LOST” is not original. It’s annoying. Just stop. This is the 6th season. Everyone’s heard that. Come on! (And I will be happy to watch all 5 previous seasons with you and let you use my Netflix account. So, you really have no excuse…you know who you are)
In other news, I finished knitting another scrap yarn square. And, I took a picture for you. So here you are and enjoy your Wednesday.
You guys, I was a ridiculously adorable kid. Like, really cute. Last year, I scanned every baby and childhood picture of my brother, cousin and myself into my computer to make a photo book as a gift to my grandparents for Christmas. So, now, I have hundreds of pictures of the three of us available at all times. Seriously, there are hundreds. (I like to share particularly embarrassing ones of my brother on Facebook when I am feeling saucy. Just to keep him in line.)
While I was drifting off to sleep (usually when I get my best blogging ideas) I thought of the following picture. Since you were probably not quite as adorable as me when you were a kid, you will appreciate this. But, we can make it into a game. Which kid is me?
Think about this. Already, you know I am the cutest one of all, but there is something else that differentiates me from the rest.
Ready?
I hope you guessed right…
Notice how I look like I have been in a struggle. They put the halo on my and I ripped it off. Then they tried again, because, what kind of three-year-old doesn’t want to wear a halo? Me, that’s who. So, I ripped it off again. And then, I told the lady that I already am a precious little angel and I don’t need a halo (my mom often called me her precious angel). Even as a child, I was an asshole. I started young.
Oh, and in case you thought that the halo debacle was a one time occurence:
My desk at work is in front of the door. To outside. And, in case you have been living under a tree for the past week, the Eastern United States has had a ridiculous cold freeze. And for us in Atlanta, that is 12 degrees. (I know, Yankees, you power through 12 degree weather every day and all of your desks are outside in the snow and you go to the beach in this weather, but to us, that is insanely cold.) I could see my breath all day, while sitting at my
desk and if you follow me on Twitter, you know Chico and I have been huddled in front of the heater like nobody’s business. Like, we are lucky we haven’t burst into flames close to the heater.
Everyone at my company smokes. So the door is opening constantly and blowing really cold air on me. And the lobby’s heater doesn’t work very well, so it’s cold without the door opening. Also, everyone from upstairs has to walk through the lobby to come downstairs or to go to the main conference room.
Why am I telling you this? I am telling you because every time someone walks through the lobby he or she says, “Brr…It’s cold in here,” and then he or she smiles at me. Some of those people walk through the lobby like 30 times a day. So, from one person, I get to hear about how cold it is in the office 30 times a day. Multiple that by 62 and that is way too many cold comments.
Hey, you, yeah, the one that just smiled at me and fake shivered…I know it’s really cold in here! I knew it the first 5 times you told me today! And, I’m sitting in the cold. Like, all day. I can’t feel my mouth!! Keep it to yourself.
And that is how I feel about that. They are also talking about the cold with each other. Constantly. It reminds me of the voice bubbles on the sims. Constantly talking about the same things.
Over the weekend I went to an awesome event. Like, really, really awesome. People running down a busy street in Atlanta in speedos and Santa hats in 30 degree weather. Like, tons of people. I took a bunch of pictures, but I can’t 
figure out how to get them into my computer here, so I will wait until later to put them up. And, the run raised money for charity.
A picture I stole from here. Good news, I saw this picture being taken, so I don’t feel bad for stealing.
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