Domestic Geek

Sorry I really haven't been in a posting mood this week. Here's a recap of the events of this week:

I was truly saddened by the death on Monday of The Crocodile Hunter, Steve Irwin. I really broke up listening to Kelly Rippa on Regis & Kelly on Tuesday morning.

Steve Irwin, the khaki-clad wildlife stalker who won global fame with his televised death-defying crocodile stunts and whose booming voice made “Crikey!??? in a ripe Australian accent an international catchword, was killed by a stingray yesterday while filming a documentary at the Great Barrier Reef off Australia’s northeast coast. He was 44.

Witnesses said he apparently died of cardiac arrest after the stingray attack.

Mr. Irwin was on location in the area to film television segments, including material for “The Ocean’s Deadliest.??? Witnesses on his boat, Croc One, and on a nearby diving vessel said that when he came close to a stingray, its barb pierced his chest and lodged in his heart.

We had a nice little BBQ here on Monday. Mike and Nina brought lots of food. Nina makes THE BEST potato salad in the entire world. I first had it at their wedding. Good stuff! I'll have to find the recipe she gave me and put in on my recipe blog. One day I'm actually going to make it for myself. I keep forgetting.

Happy belated birthday to my friend Mike. His birthday was on Tuesday.

I tried to pick up dog poo this weekend, but was deterred by all the wasps buzzing around. I baited my wasp traps and have caught tons of the suckers this week. I hate wasps. I also trimmed branches off the the darned crabapple tree in the yard. It was way out of control. Makes me angry that they keep increasing the lot rent, our lease says not to prune the trees, yet they have never once taken care of it. Idiots.

I realized that my wardrobe is abysmal. I haven't bought new clothes in ages. Except for a bra, I haven't gotten anything new in over a year (t-shirts from my screen printing job). Marcus got my some polos when I started the screen printing job in April 2005. The last time I bought jeans was well before that. It doesn't help that I don't own a lot of clothes, anyway. While I've lost most of the weight I've gained since losing my job, I've lost it in different places than I gained it. I can't wear my jeans. My one pair of jeans that fit has so many holes in them that it's embarrassing. All of my nicer shirts have holes or stains or don't fit. I don't even have a week's worth of "nice" clothes to wear to a job anymore. My last pair of shorts fell apart. My sweat pants have holes. Even a huge weight loss wouldn't help much because I really don't own much in smaller sizes, either. I'm screwed.

I guess the money I get from paid blogging and the ebay sale of stuff from storage will have to go towards building a wardrobe.

The placement woman sent my resume off to a place that sounds perfect for me (except that it's in the DTC). I hope I get a call.

I'm working on my Thursday Thirteen, but can't seem to come up with 13 things I like about myself. How sad is that?

Can't believe it's Thursday already. Well, I'm going to go take a shower.

I finally got my first unemployment check today (but I can't deposit it until Tuesday dammit). I wish there was some way to direct deposit it. Funny, but Friday the phone line said my claim still hadn't been paid. I still feel like a scrumbag that I haven't found a job yet, but at least I'll quit dragging everybody else around me down while I'm looking. Platt finally hired another placement person...I have an appointment to meet with her Tuesday afternoon. Watch this lady not have any graphic design contacts whatsoever. Hopefully this is the point where things start to turn around. A new job is the only birthday present I want this year.

I don't know if the stress or the mosquiito bites are doing me in, but I feel like sh*t today. I went to bed around 1pm because I was dragging so bad and I was freezing. I fell asleep right away. I vaguely remember Marcus coming home from biking (he said that was around 2), then I was out until 6pm. I probably wouldn't have woken up then if Marcus hadn't come into the room to take a shower before dinner. I'm still dragging and am contemplating bed as soon as I hit submit.

I had something I wanted to post about, but darned if I can remember now. I guess I really do need to go back to bed. G'night.

Edit: I just remembered! Check out this cute (and oh so Marcus!) fairy tale that he posted.

I'm also contemplating participating in Pink for October.

I was working on my Popcorn Garland yesterday and ran into a new glitch. The yarn skein I was using was all knotted inside. Grrrr. I hate it when that happens. It took me hours to get it untangled. I ended up having to cut the yarn in a couple of places because the knots were so tight. Oh, well. I was going to have to cut it anyway to get more beads strung.

So have you ever had a zit or ingrown hair in your nose and it hurts like hell but you can't do anything about it because it's really up in there and it's itchy and making your nose run and your eyes water and all you want to do is rip your nose off your face because at least you could get to it and make it stop?!!!

Yeah, me neither.

I just got back from storage and I found more supplies that I had bought for that garland...more beads to paint and more yarn, just not the darned instructions!!!!! I threw out a whole trunk load of stuff: stained paper, old coloring books, plastic crates that are cracking because I've had them since my freshman year of college in 1984 (LOL). I didn't realize I still had so many craft supplies over there. I knew I had a box of styrofoam and a box of pinecones. I found my old ukalele that I bought in Hawaii. I wish I had learned to play it. *sigh* I also went through a whole box of old woman's magazines (like Woman's Day and Good Housekeeping) that I had kept for Christmas party ideas. I'm chucking the whole thing. If I ever need to throw a dinner party like that, there are plenty of recipes on the Internet. I giggled at one fo the magazines from 1987, though. The hair! And the shoulder pads! Gotta love '80s fashion!