Domestic Geek

Why do I do this? I'm beginning the class I skipped tomorrow. I've known what the assignment was for literally months now. I've got 20 thumbnails due at 8 am and here it is 4 am and I've only got about five completed. Why am I such a procrastinator? The stupidest part is I'm sitting here blogging about it instead of sitting over there doing them. *sigh*

OK, so mother nature decided she was bored and decided to shake things up today in the New York area. The Niagra Falls power grid that supplies power to New York, Detroit, Cleveland, parts of Canada, etc. shut down this afternoon. It's been really hot there and an awful lot of people live in that area. Am I the only one who didn't automatically jump to the conclusion that it was a terrorist act? Nobody was negligent, these things happen from time to time. The story right now is that it was a result of a lightening strike.

Today at work I swept up the stuff that fell all over the floor during the dough-making process into one of those dust pans that have the long handle and hold lots of stuff (like you see the groundskeepers at amusement parks use). I emptied it into the trash can and noticed some stuff stuck in the bottom of it. There's always stuff stuck down there because the nimrods who clean at night just leave it full when they hang it up and it has many hours to sit and congeal before someone finally empties it. Anyway, dummy me decided to be nice and scrape it out. I took a long knife and scraped at the stuff and hundreds (if not thousands) of maggots come pouring out. Eeeewwwww. Well, being the thoughtful person that I am, I took it to the manager on duty and asked her if she wanted to see something truly disgusting. I thought she was going to puke. Strange that I got some sort of weird satisfaction from that as watching her and her "boy toy" make out at work makes me want to puke as well. And the head manager wonders why we have such a bad fly problem...

Current mood: full
My friend Nina and I went to lunch at Beau Jo's today. We had intended on going last Monday, but Mike's Jeep broke down in the mountains and they had to go rescue it. By the time they got back, I was over on the west side of town. I was afraid we'd have to cancel today, also. She's been really sick all weekend, but she still wanted to go. We had some of those stuffed mushrooms that they have. Man, they are soooo good. I wish I could figure out how to make those at home. I've come close a couple of times, but they're not quite there. If anybody has ever worked there and knows the recipe, please let me know! I'll never tell, I swear. I also had a calzone. Never had one before. It wasn't too bad. A little bit too much ricotta cheese in it for my liking, but I'll smother the half I couldn't finish in some more cheese (mozzerella or cheddar) and it'll be good to go.

Word of warning: Never open a potentially breakable item you purchased on eBay over a full garbage can. I bought this cute little resin angel for my sewing room. Unfortunately, the seller didn't pack it well and the angel's little halo cracked into about 3-4 different pieces. I tried digging throught the trash for the missing piece(s), but it was near impossible amongst the sunflower seed shells and dead rice. I glued on the pieces I had and, fortunately, the missing piece(s) are on the back of the head and I can probably make something out of clay to replace it, but dang that's depressing. Good thing I only spent $1.99 for it.

Hey, go wish Janelle a happy birthday!

OK, I've got something to work on for school. I'd better get to it.

Current mood: mellow
Man, it seems like I just got up and it's almost time to go to bed. I spent the majority of this day at work. I arrived about 11 a.m. and got off at 9:30 p.m. The only good thing about that is the prep/dough is all caught up. Yay!!! I've been waaaay behind all week due to a major miscalculation I made last Sunday. The bad thing is I thought I was scheduled to get off at 8 (obviously I wasn't -- I really need to read the schedule more carefully) and the poor dog was home all alone with nobody around to let him out to pee (he was good, he held it all day!). I also forgot to take my cell phone with me. While I don't talk on it much, I do use it as a calculator and a watch at work. Man, was I lost without it.

When I was coming home from work, traffic was all backed up weird on I-70 around the Denver Colliseum. Even when we got past the blockage, people were still driving about 50 mph. It was bizzarre. I did see one dude behind me zig-zagging in and out of traffic, so I moved to the far right lane. I noticed a motorcycle was following this guy pretty close. The fucktard buzzed my bumper as he passed me. I was never so happy to notice that the motorcycle behind him was none other than one of Denver's finest. Serves the dude right. I hope he got a ticket for multiple violations. It's bad enough that you're recklessly weaving in and out of traffic and speeding, but when you notice someone on your tail, don't buzz someone. Loser.

So, I'm all by myself this evening. Marcus and Mike left this morning and are spending the night in Winter Park. I trust their mountain biking trip went well as I did not have any messages from them on my cell when I got home. The last two outings of theirs didn't fare too well.

What is up with these little itty bitty spiders walking all over my monitor? I've squished three of them just since I started this post and a couple of them last night. What's creepy is I can't figure out where they are coming from.

I'm having some terrible short-term memory problems lately. A girl at work suggested I start taking vitamin E and magnesium along with Ginko. If anybody else has any other thoughts, I'm all ears. It's getting really annoying. It's one of the reasons I never seem to get anything done lately. I start something and then kind of wander off and can't seem to remember what I was originally doing.

OK, well, I'm going to go scrounge up a little grub since I haven't had anything to eat since I ate lunch at 11 am. I've got "One Hour Photo" to watch, so I might do that in bed. All alone. All by myself.