Mmmm, Beer

As the days get warmer, things like this look ultra-refreshing:

After all, who wouldn't want their drinks frozen? I suppose if the beer were melted though, it would be flat. Maybe I should dig around my kitchen and see what I can find to make something similar. I'm not sure I would want to freeze a perfectly good beer in my own freezer, but maybe some rum in some pineapple juice would make a good popsicle. Or vodka in orange juice. Ahhh, frozen screwdrivers on a stick...

Boozing and Breasts

Sounds like they go good together, doesn't it? Well, get your mind out of the gutter. Today when I was at the doctor she told me that she had read that drinking increases a woman's risk for breast cancer. So when I got home I looked it up. And there are quite a few sites that say that it has been proven. But then there is something else to think about: if drinking increases your risk by 30%, what exactly does that mean? As the same doctor also pointed out, if 1 in 1,000 are likely to die from something and then adding alcohol to the mix makes it 2 in 1,000, than it can be said adding alcohol doubles your risk. But really, do you think you are lucky enough to be that 2 in 1,000? So all these sites need to be put into perspective. Not too many have numbers, but then again, I didn't look too deep either. Maybe for now on this one I will claim ignorance and go have a beer. I hope my breasts don't mind.

Socially Broken

Well, maybe. It isn't that I don't want to be social. Seeing people in person or talking on the phone doesn't bother me, unless, that other person seems to have expectations of me. For whatever reason, right now that is incredibly overwhelming. I don't want to deal with it, and as a result, I am unlikely to answer my phone. And all those people who seem to be expecting something are highly disappointed that I don't answer my phone. Which sometimes makes me wish I didn't have a phone, or at least a cell phone. Those things are the biggest nuisance ever invented (yet I can't bring myself to get rid of mine...just yet). So how to deal? It's not like you can break up with friends or family like that jackass boyfriend who cheated on you. No really, it's not you, it's me. I can't stand your nagging anymore. Please go find someone else to bug... As funny as that would be to hear someone say, I think I would feel guilty for using the words myself. So what do I do? I mentally beat myself up for not standing up for myself and telling the people who need to know what I really think. See? Socially broken.

Busy All Day

Yesterday I made this bear:

So far it has no face, and maybe it never will. Mostly I was just looking for something to do with left over yarn a friend gave me, and this used up some of it. And I learned a bunch of new things, like how to use double point needles and how to pick up stitches. Maybe I should call him Scrappy, since he is all left overs. Even the stuffing is left over batting from a quilt I made a couple of years ago.

Speaking of quilts, I began working on one that has been a work in progress for about 5 years now. I bought all the fabric when I moved into my current apartment in GJ. About 3 years ago I got it all cut up, and started the sewing. Today I returned to the sewing. It would be nice to finish it in the next week or so, since I would like to find a home for it before moving out of my apartment. I might make it into a couple of throws instead of a queen size quilt.

I even started going through my clothes today. But that was incredibly boring, so I only went through the shirts. Now I have a pile of "discards" on the bed, and the closet isn't much emptier. I think I need to move more often than every 5 years. It will help me accumulate less stuff.

And the part that will be the best when I eat something later: I made bread too. This time with flax seed. Mostly the flax seed made it in there because I saw it in the fridge when I was pulling out the yeast, and it needs to be used. I think most of the seeds are still whole, I should have left them in the coffee grinder for a few more pulses. Owell, at least it looks cool.

To Find a Job or To Not Find a Job

Top 10 Reasons I Should Never Consider a “Real” Job:
1.I never want to look forward to going to the dentist, just so I can skip some work.
2.I hate driving in traffic.
3.Business offices are boring.
4.I already have health insurance.
5.There would not be enough time for things I really want to do.
6.I would need to take a vacation from regular life just to feel good.
7.Someone else would tell me what to do.
8.I can't afford work clothes, nor do I want to wear them.
9.I wouldn't be able to listen to the music I like.
10.I fear drones.

Top 10 Reasons I Should Consider a “Real” Job:
1.Regular paycheck.
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That's all I got. So far, the benefits of not working far outweigh the benefits of working. Now if only I could get my unconventional working self paid.... At least I know that if I were ever to become a trophy wife, I would have more than enough things to keep my day full, and that would be with the husband gone (hopefully out of town - permanently) and no kids to look at.

Money sucks. We should find more mentally healthy ways of doing things.

One Deer, 3 Horses, and a Weasel

When I go to work, there is supposed to be a shuttle to take. But, through miscommunication, it turns out that on the weekends, there is no shuttle to return me home at a reasonable hour. So instead of wasting my entire day in Gateway, I drove myself and the girl I was working with to the job site. About 45 minutes into the drive, I noticed some kind of animal moving rather quickly across a field. The memory of the last deer to come in contact with my car still fresh in my mind, I decide that perhaps 65mph (the posted speed limit) is a little fast, and I begin to slow down, keeping my eye on this animal. Sure enough, it was a deer. Being the talker I am, I told him to stay right where he was, but no, he starts to run along the fence, just ahead of my car. Then the dumb animal decides to jump the fence, and run right in front of my car. I hit the brakes and start pleading with my car to slow down, NOW. My passenger wasn't too freaked out, and she commented that she didn't even see the deer until we were really close to it. I of course was shaking like a leaf once the deer was safely out from in front of my car.

A few more miles down the road and I noticed what looked to be a black animal in the road up ahead. At first I thought it was a cow, but as we got closer we saw it was actually 3 horses. Someone must have left a gate open. At least they were in the road, and easy to see from afar. As we (slowly) approached them, they made the wise move of getting off the road.

Not too much later, a small animal (which I thought to be a ferret, but was told by others was probably a weasel) crossed the road, and I was sure I hit it with my tire. But a glance in the rear view mirror revealed no dead animal.

Lesson learned: there is no reason to travel the road to Gateway at excessive speeds. My car has enough wildlife damage already.

Three Full Days of Work in One Week?!?!

Just when I've started to enjoy all my personal time at home with no one complaining about my lack of paid work, I find myself working 30 hours this week. Plus, I babysat earlier in the week, bringing the grand total closer to 35 hours. And everyone was worried about how I'd spend my time once school was out.

But really, I like my time home alone. I don't just sit around and do nothing. I have been working on projects that were half started, either a week ago or 5 years ago. There is an abundance of things to do around my apartment, and that is all inside stuff. Then there are all the things outside I want to do...

See? "Real" jobs are a waste of time. Sure I can't afford the latest junk you feel inclined to buy, but I'm happy :)

Yum, Bugs

Found this while looking around:

Still don't think I'd eat them though. No matter how hard people tried to convince me that it would increase my sexual performance.

Trying New Things

For a couple of months my friend kept telling me about the Diva Cup. Not sure I really wanted to spend $30 on such a thing, I just read about it online but never really considered ordering one. But she really liked it, so I thought I'd give it a try. Turns out I like it too. It's a little goofy for the first couple of hours, just because you can feel it, but then I got used to it, and it was like it wasn't even there. It has many things about it that make that part of my life less annoying: I only have to check it a couple of times a day, no leaks, and there is no forgetting supplies when I leave the house. Plus, it'll pay for itself in about a year, but will last up to 10. Why didn't someone tell me about this sooner? They (or something similar) have been on the market for years, yet the only things I really ever heard about were Tampax and Always. Damn corporate world.

The other new thing was tried today, so we'll see how it actually ends up working for me. So far I like it. I have found all natural bar shampoo. None of those chemical names that I can't pronounce. After reading up on some of them (like the ones that were originally designed to be used for cleaning oil spills off concrete), I am not really in the mood to shower at all, but at the same time I find the lack of showering gross. The bar I used today had clay and mud in it (WooHoo!! washing myself with dirt), but is supposed to be good for dry hair. I also bought a few other trial sizes. Already my hair has body it rarely has otherwise. After the shampoo bar, I put some vinegar in my hair. It really stunk in the shower, but doesn't smell at all now. The company I got it from recommends using the product for a week before deciding if it is right or not, so I suppose I have a few more days before I know.

I wonder what else I can find to replace in my life? Especially things that make life easier. Like that cup.

Falling Off the Face of the Earth

So kind of last minute like, I packed a backpack and decided I would be heading to Moab when I got off work instead of coming back home. I packed so last minute, I forgot things like deodorant and my comb. Not to worry though, those things can be purchased almost anywhere. Though I packed burnable material, I forgot to pack a lighter. And didn't realize it until I was ready to burn that material. By then I was too lazy to go find one, or matches. Only a couple of people knew I was going, and I didn't think it would really matter since I would only be gone one night. But when I returned today, I had a voicemail, a text message, and a MySpace email all from the same person. I guess when you have a cell phone, people really freak out if you don't return their calls/messages promptly. What will they do when I cancel my service, and go off the grid, only using my Dad's phone when I feel like it (if at all)? Another thing that is slightly odd is that looking at my call log, only the people who said they would call have called in the last week. So usually people don't call me anyways. I really believed that no one would notice if I left town for a night. Suppose I should try it again sometime soon, to see if it was just an accident that it was noticed this time.