The Gigantic Hole in the Ceiling

For the record, I may have made my mom admit out loud that I had nothing to do with this particular water damage(I wont go into the flooding of the house Part 1, and its sequel Part 2…that’d take a post in itself) .  We’ve had workers in the house all week ripping out things in my parents bathroom…things like the sink…the shower…the toilet…the floor…You know, important things.  So somewhere during the ripping up of something, something when wrong and we developed a leak.  At first it was just a water spot.  The next day the plumber came and he made it worse….or better…I don’t know, I guess it might depend on how you look at it.  I say better because this time the house is leaking and it isn’t even remotely my fault!  Yep.  That thought alone gives me the warm fuzzies.

Small Leak

About an hour or so after the plumber left this started. If you look closely you can see the steady stream of water pouring out from it.

According to my dad the drain was misaligned, and so when the plumber was testing things and washing water down the drain it all collected in the ceiling.  Thus the tiny hole.  Except, eventually, it got bigger. Continue reading

Pizza, Pizza; or, what to do while listening to hold music.

What better time to finally write a blog post than when sitting on hold for school trying to figure out why the problem that was supposedly solved is now, well, unsolved…reproblematized…uggg…I don’t know, but uggg…

So here I sit, listening to the sounds of GSU’s Jazz band (Heads up GSU…I’m sure the band is great, but you’re doing them a disservice by playing them as hold music. NOTHING sounds good as hold music blaring through a phone.  Nothing.).  My bright note for the day is that I got an ‘A’ on that horrible fairy tale class.  I earned that A.  Stupid final.

But, on to brighter things like pizza!  Pizza is bright, is it not?  Or at least it’s round…and the sun is also round…and lightbulbs are generally also roundish…so pizza…bright?  Not really, but yummy?  Heck yeah!

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The Hashbrown Metaphor and Orange Shirt Guy

First things first, I’d like to welcome Uncle Frank and Aunt Janet to the wonderful world of the internet and say congrats on their first ever computer.  It’s been a busy few weeks for me–I’m training for a new job and still working at Once and Again plus thesis plus the research paper for the online class I’m taking is due next week–so my free time went from slim to none relatively quickly and I haven’t managed to wiggle blog back in until today.

And logically…in the middle of me drafting this post…my Aunt and Uncle got a computer, so I had to do a little revising…just a little though.

The Hashbrown Metaphor

The hashbrowns in this story are not real hashbrowns (thus, “metaphor”) although there is some really bad wine.

The really bad wine

The wine in question.

A few months ago, my aunt and uncle (or my great aunt and great uncle for those of you who like your technicalities.  My Uncle Frank is my Grandpa’s brother.  As I seem to have more of these ‘greats’ than your average bear, I’m going to continue saving myself a syllable as I’ve been doing my entire life) realized that their cable bill was too high and called Comcast to see if they could lower it.  Comcast said, well, if you bundle it with internet the bill will be lower by a good bit.  So they got internet, and this is where the hashbrown metaphor comes in. Continue reading

Happy Fourth of July!

I know it’s disgusting and wet outside (at least in our little corner of the U.S. of A.), but I hope everyone has a great 4th.  I know my neighbors finished the Peachtree a little while ago.  I’m glad the weather hasn’t deterred too many people from joining in on the road race.  It certainly didn’t stop our neighborhood bike parade.       The Parade Begins  Continue reading

A Long Drive and a Bird

You may have noticed that I was MIA this weekend  I was in a land far far away.  A land with limited internet connection.  A land called Pennsylvania.

I guess it’s not as bad as all that, but it does take me about 30 minutes to load my email on my phone from my grandmas house–which, in my book, is pretty bad.

Every time we pass this thing I have this urge to find the world's largest pear of underwear for it.

Gaffney.  Every time we pass this thing I have this urge to find the world’s largest pair of underwear for it.

The Long Drive

It’s a lovely 12 hour drive, and logically I got to sit in the back of the car.  Because when you’re in a car with your parents you don’t get to sit in the front seat.  You just don’t.  So I spent about 10 hours of that lovely Thursday fighting the desire to hurl.  The other two hours I was fine since they eventually took pity on me and let me drive.  Two lovely hours of stomach happiness. Continue reading

No-Cook Chocolate Chip Irish Cream Ice Cream

Please try to say that five times fast. 🙂

The end of June is fast approaching, and, quite frankly, it still doesn’t really feel like summer in Georgia.  I honestly can’t remember a year that we weren’t in drought, but, according to the National Drought Monitor, we’re not.  I know, I know, it doesn’t really need to be sweltering outside to make ice cream–let’s face it, I was making ice cream back in February–but I’d be feeling a whole lot more Summer-y if my ice cream was melting faster than I could scoop it out of the container.

Is there any less weird way to take a picture of an ice cream cone?  If only they could float in the air.

Is there any less weird way to take a picture of an ice cream cone? If only they could float in the air.

I’ve actually wanted to make Bailey’s ice cream for quite a while.  My problem with most of the recipes I’ve found is that they require cooking, and I am decidedly anti-cooking when it comes to ice cream.  Yes, I’ll do it, but I hate having to heat everything up because then you have to stick it in the fridge for a few hours to get it to cool back down again before putting it in the maker…and then after the maker you have to wait for it to firm up a bit in the freezer, and that extra little bit of waiting just kills me. Continue reading

Hamfest 2013

And before somebody asks the inevitable, “you went to what?” Ham radios, not meat. Thank you very much.           oldmilitaryradio

Ham radio, aka amateur radio, according to eHam.net is “a richly rewarding high-tech hobby that has many different appeals to different people” including: ” the ability to talk to local friends over the radio waves using a hand-held transceiver (HT), communicating digitally with packet radio to exchange personal messages or vital information in an emergency, talking to other hams anywhere in the world, or engaging in contests with other Radio Amateurs.”  I’ve lost count as to how many years my dad and I have been going to this particular Hamfest.  The Atlanta Radio Club and Kennehoochee Amateur Radio Club host it over at Jim Miller Park in Marietta.  If you’ve never been to Jim Miller Park before, it’s huge; it has space for rodeos and car shows and the North Georgia State Fair.  They’ve even recently installed something that looks suspiciously like a chairlift.  People pull up their cars/trucks/vans and set up tables under the blazing Georgia sun and try to sell stuff. Continue reading

Daleks and Domain Changes

As a kid I checked Graeme Base’s “Discovery of Dragons” out  from the library more times than I can remember.  His illustrations are so vivid that you can just fall into them, like the sidewalk chalk scene in Mary Poppins.  So detailed that you can imagine exploring that world, crawling around the corner of the picture and living in it.  His illustrations are simply mesmerizing.

Animalia Though I’m certain I must have checked out “Animalia” as a kid, I don’t remember it vividly like I do with “The Discovery of Dragons.”  It’s essentially an alphabet book that uses ridiculous phrases (Think Dr. Seuss’s ABC’s) and crazy-wonderful pictures to illustrate each letter.  I would never have noticed this as a kid, but inside this book is a little Easter egg for all of you Doctor Who fans out there–who I’m sure thought you’d never run into a Dalek until later in life.  Continue reading

San Francisco: Japanese Tea Garden

Saturday and Sunday I did have help exploring San Francisco: Liz was my partner in crime…er…wandering.  She’s also the only one, so far, to figure out where my banner came from:

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Although to be fair, she was the only one with me at the gardens.

While wandering somewhat aimlessly around Golden Gate Park we decided to try and find the Japanese Tea Garden.  We did an okay job of reading the maps.  Just okay.  I wont say fantastic, because we may have taken a wrong turn or three, but we did get there eventually and paid our way inside. Continue reading

San Francisco: Sea Lions!

Way back in December of 2012 I ventured to San Francisco to visit one of my bestest friends, Liz.  If you read my last post, you journeyed with me to Alcatraz.  Today I’ll take you to a few of  the places I went after I took the ferry back to the mainland.

I exited the boat, wandered a bit, and, to my delight, I found these guys:

I don’t know if there’s an acceptable appropriate amount of time that one is allowed to watch sea lions before it becomes “weird”…but I watched them long enough that I’m pretty sure it was.  Weird that is.  They’re just so funny and floppy, and they sleep together so closely that when one wakes up and wants to move it has to step on all the others.  And they would play, and fight, and fall off the barges.  I know, I know.  I’m strange and obsessed.  But it was worth it. Continue reading