I am feeling accomplished this evening. I had this very optimistic to-do list for my evening at home and, as I sit here on my comfortable couch, it is ALL done. Hurrah!! However, I do not plan to blog about my wonderful to-do list mostly consisting of bathroom cleaning tasks, thrilling though it is. I plan instead to blog about my comfortable couch. It is the couch of an S&M lover I fear. It is electrically charged. I wish I knew quite how this occurred but just getting near the cushions makes all the hairs on my arms stand up, quite a weird feeling. A bottom shuffle produces a lovely crackling sound from beneath my trousers and touching anything vaguely conductive while sitting on it is quite painful. In the dark you can even get a cheap light show..... I guess I got more than I paid for in that aspect but the 'oooh pretty' is quickly replaced by an 'ow.'
Tomorrow's to-do list: buy Static Guard.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Space pen lives to write another day
What I am about to say is a total nerd thing, but I fully embrace my identity so here goes..... Back last March, shortly after my Ph.D. defense, I was at Space Center Houston looking for a space themed gift to buy myself as a little pat on the back. I purchased a space pen, quite a nice one too (John covets it). It has become my favourite thing to write with so I was upset last week when it went missing. I searched high and low and there was no sign of it. Sigh.
A few days later I was doing my laundry and the drier was being unreasonably loud when I went to check on it. I opened the door and rooted around a bit and found the barrel of my pen, which had been separated from the nib, and the inner ink cartridge. This is all slightly puzzling since I was washing my sheets, my WHITE sheets, not items with pockets I may have put the pen in. However, what really struck me was:
1) The pen went through the wash and yet my sheets have absolutely no ink on them at all.
2) The pen writes like a dream still.
I love it more now. It is the pen love of my life thus far. I take thee space pen to be my lawful writing instrument, in washer and in drier.....
A few days later I was doing my laundry and the drier was being unreasonably loud when I went to check on it. I opened the door and rooted around a bit and found the barrel of my pen, which had been separated from the nib, and the inner ink cartridge. This is all slightly puzzling since I was washing my sheets, my WHITE sheets, not items with pockets I may have put the pen in. However, what really struck me was:
1) The pen went through the wash and yet my sheets have absolutely no ink on them at all.
2) The pen writes like a dream still.
I love it more now. It is the pen love of my life thus far. I take thee space pen to be my lawful writing instrument, in washer and in drier.....
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
About bloomin' time I blogged
OK so rather a long time has passed since my last blog so perhaps I should recap the last month and a half. My 2008 ended very well. I went home (as in the UK) for the last two weeks of the year and John even joined me for the first week. He then flew back to spend Christmas Day with his own family. It was a little weird as I usually spend most of my time at home relaxing, with a little traveling around. This time I felt it was sort of my duty to show John a little bit outside of the little village in which my parents live. So in the first week I went to London for a few days, had a day trip to Banbury, and another to Oxford, then we also managed a night out with some of my nearest and dearest friends. My parents, being the loves they are, then threw a pre-Christmas Christmas for John so that he could experience the way us Brits do it (yay for Christmas pudding and brandy butter) before he went home. It was so much fun and I felt privileged to experience John's first foreign travel with him - and the company on the flight out there was wonderful. The rest of my trip was much less eventful as I got sick (I succumb easily to British germs now - I am pretending I never used to) so most of it was spent with my nose in a tissue and a mug of lempsip in my hand.
2009 did not start well. I had:
1) My harddrive crash right before an important deadline. This meant I lost data (a weeks worth, but enough to be REALLY inconvenient at that time) and all my holiday pictures (some of which have now been recovered).
2) A bent rim on one of my tires which required a trip to a scrap yard and several trips to the garage - oh and a new tire as well. Sigh.
3) A cough that made me sound like a sea lion. It was obnoxious.
4) Half a tooth fall out. I had already planned to book an appointment as I was looong overdue but this forced my hand. It fell out a week before my deadline too and I had no time to get it fixed that week and it was sore. I was grumpy.
2009 is already improving though. I shall post more news later.
2009 did not start well. I had:
1) My harddrive crash right before an important deadline. This meant I lost data (a weeks worth, but enough to be REALLY inconvenient at that time) and all my holiday pictures (some of which have now been recovered).
2) A bent rim on one of my tires which required a trip to a scrap yard and several trips to the garage - oh and a new tire as well. Sigh.
3) A cough that made me sound like a sea lion. It was obnoxious.
4) Half a tooth fall out. I had already planned to book an appointment as I was looong overdue but this forced my hand. It fell out a week before my deadline too and I had no time to get it fixed that week and it was sore. I was grumpy.
2009 is already improving though. I shall post more news later.
Monday, December 8, 2008
I probably owe you a blog but...
I have been sick and I am guessing you don't want me to blog all about that, so I am sort of stuck for things to say. I am thinking instead I will put some pictures on here and talk about something from weeks past.
A while back I managed to get a lovely behind the scenes tour of the amphibians and reptiles collection at the museum - the whole collection is being relocated soon and will no longer be in the Natural History Museum building so I felt quite fortunate to see it when I did.
Anyway... anyone seen 'Snakes on a plane?' Morgan Freeman has a classic line involving mothers, a four letter expletive beginning with f and snakes on a pl ane - the same phrase applies here but instead the snakes are all in jars. Lots of jars......
Thursday, December 4, 2008
FINISHED
So I managed to finish the blanket before little Evie's due date - OK OK so she is over a week old but my timing was clearly perfect with the date given. Now to start all the holiday projects I have in mind.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Thanksgiving Babies
Right, I kept meaning to sit down and write this yesterday (and the day before, and the day before that) but something always seems to take precedence. Yesterday my knitting took up all my attention. I have been making a baby blanket for Cari and, alas, last week the baby decided to arrive before I finished. Last Monday night I got a call from Cari and Ben telling me to come on over as they felt the little one was on her way - I was designated babysitter for Timmy (who is 2). Tuesday was a day full of Thomas (choo, choo), Caillou (whine, whine - you will understand this if you have ever watched the cartoon Caillou, he is a whiny little boy), and hide and seek. Grandma arrived from Michigan around 3pm and just a few hours later little Evelyn (Evie) Kerensa Bussey appeared. Anyone who knows Cari and Ben can see the full story on Cari's blog.
Wednesday John and I were leaving for PA as Thursday was Thanksgiving and his family had kindly invited me to celebrate it with them. I cheekily stopped by the hospital on the way to John's to get some little newborn cuddles from little Evie. She is, quite simply put, adorable.
Thanksgiving was a lot of fun too - John's Granddad is hilarious and his Grandma prepared a wonderful Thanksgiving meal for us. I do love me some turkey and fixings. Thanksgiving food is sort of like British Christmas fare only with a few definite exceptions - the green bean casserole, mac and cheese, and sweet potatoes are not something you would find on our table at home. All very yummy though. Mmmmmm. John's family live near Hershey (as in where Hershey chocolate is made) and so we made a trip to Chocolate World - I felt it was pretty much required, how can one be that close to a world of chocolate and not go visit? The answer is that one can't! I tried to be restrained in my purchases but the Starbucks chocolate I did buy has been calling my name daily ever since. I am impressed that chocolate is able to pronounce my name since it seems half the population struggles.
Well it is time for breakfast.... and coffee... my days always start with coffee, otherwise they never really start they just stagnate.
Wednesday John and I were leaving for PA as Thursday was Thanksgiving and his family had kindly invited me to celebrate it with them. I cheekily stopped by the hospital on the way to John's to get some little newborn cuddles from little Evie. She is, quite simply put, adorable.
Thanksgiving was a lot of fun too - John's Granddad is hilarious and his Grandma prepared a wonderful Thanksgiving meal for us. I do love me some turkey and fixings. Thanksgiving food is sort of like British Christmas fare only with a few definite exceptions - the green bean casserole, mac and cheese, and sweet potatoes are not something you would find on our table at home. All very yummy though. Mmmmmm. John's family live near Hershey (as in where Hershey chocolate is made) and so we made a trip to Chocolate World - I felt it was pretty much required, how can one be that close to a world of chocolate and not go visit? The answer is that one can't! I tried to be restrained in my purchases but the Starbucks chocolate I did buy has been calling my name daily ever since. I am impressed that chocolate is able to pronounce my name since it seems half the population struggles.
Well it is time for breakfast.... and coffee... my days always start with coffee, otherwise they never really start they just stagnate.
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