Growing up we never ate Spaghettios or Chef Boyardee Ravioli. Other kids must have, but for us that was fake Italian and the simple presence of it in our house would have been blasphemous to our Italian heritage. Imagine my surprise a few weeks ago when my dad started reminiscing about the Chef Boyardee Pizza kits he remembers from childhood. And then imagine my further surprise when, after joking about it with Greg for the entire winter break, he actually finds said pizza kits at Publix and buys one. (And for less than $3, you can go get your own!)
And of course Greg headed back to college before he got the chance to suffer (did I say suffer? I meant enjoy…) through the Chef Boyardee Pizza Maker experience. Continue reading
Michael and I pre-celebrated on Monday and went to Lake Lanier’s Magical Night’s of Lights with Jonathan and Taryn. I don’t know that I’d call the experience magical, but I was certainly glad to get to hang out with the new Mr. and Mrs. Blanton for the first time since their wedding.
I am so terribly excited that I almost can’t contain it. Two of my very favorite people in the whole wide world are getting married this weekend. And everyone knows that first comes love, second comes Jonathan convincing us to help him string a boat load of Christmas lights together, third comes a bachelorette party, and then comes marriage. Oh! There’s a nail appointment in there somewhere too!
We painted such pretty trees.
For the Bachelorette Party we decided to try out Canvas By U out in East Cobb. Continue reading
Vashei, myself, Brintha, Mom, Katy(Brintha’s roomate…if I got your name wrong, I’m sorry!), and Cathy
Hello, all! Just here to say I’m still alive. Things have been hectic(read: exhausting) recently between preschool, moving the store (I’m shaking my fist at you, kid from Alterations, that got to carry a toaster…a toaster! I got to push a giant cart full of books and you get to carry a toaster!?!?!), schoolwork, getting sick from preschool (so many germs), thesis, schoolwork, thesis, schoolwork…thesis. I did get my thesis draft back from my director, and he likes it! I’m working on revising, so hopefully I’ll have it spiffed up a bit by Monday to send back to him and to everyone else (This is total optimism and probably not an accurate representation of how things are actually going to happen. I’m trying though.)
On to brighter, happier, less exhausting things, I got to go to the Renganathan’s Diwali party last weekend where I ate way too much delicious Indian food and then dashed because I had to go help move a bookstore. Continue reading
That’s right, banned book week. I only found out about this about a month ago, but I wish I had learned about it years ago.
Banned Book Week is an annual event that was first started back in 1982. This year it runs from September 22-28. According to the official Banned Books Week website, since the start of Banned Book Week in ’82 more than 11,300 books have been banned or challenged within schools, libraries, and bookstores, and in 2012 alone around 464 were reported. These numbers don’t include incidents that are unreported, and I can’t even imagine how many of those happen each year.
I realize that I’m beginning at the end of the con–which does seem like an odd direction to go–but this is seriously one of my favorite Dragoncon events. It makes the ever depressing con Monday a little better; partially because of its sheer awesomeness, partially because when you’re not walking the hallways you cant be sad about how empty they’re getting and all the tired looking people walking around with their suitcases.
Robot Battles are a little different than the Robot Wars/Battlebots/etc. you may have seen on TV. These battles(no they’re not really robots, but lets not get technical now, thanks) are a little more restricted by the fact that they take place at a convention and have to use the hotel’s resources without doing injury to the audience or setting the hotel on fire. So, instead of trying to destroy one another(they’d need some sort of protective glass or a cage or something to be able to safely pull that off), they fight sumo wrestler style on a raised platform trying to knock each other off. For the very last battle they bring all of the robots of the weight class up to the platform and have a wonderful little free for all (see the youtube video below, and maybe fast forward to 2:08 because that’s where all the action is).
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.
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
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!
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 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
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. Continue reading