<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432</id><updated>2011-07-27T07:19:29.753-05:00</updated><category term='moving'/><title type='text'>My Name Is A Sentence</title><subtitle type='html'>This is about nothing, nothing at all.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>264</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-333410878831379401</id><published>2010-01-08T00:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T00:57:28.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wha?!</title><content type='html'>omg, it's 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-333410878831379401?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/333410878831379401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=333410878831379401' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/333410878831379401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/333410878831379401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2010/01/wha.html' title='wha?!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2460426137316764707</id><published>2008-11-30T23:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:12:36.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busog!</title><content type='html'>Busog is Filipino for full.  So very full...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was great.  We had so much food and for the first time EVER we finished all the cooking by the time our guests arrived.   The turkey spent most of its time in a counter top roaster and was finished in the oven at the very end so there was plenty of time to cook everything else.  In addition to the turkey we had  porkloin stuffed with dried fruit, salmon en croute with spinach and gruyere, baked macaroni and cheese, yellow squash casserole, homemade parker house rolls and whole grain spelt rolls, candied yams, mashed potatoes, pancit malabon, no sugar added sweet potato pies and sweet potato/pumpkin pies, sweet potato/pumpkin pie and pumpkin pie with sugar, no sugar added gingerbread cake, brown sugar cookies, oatmeal chocolate pecan cranberry cookies.  We also bought a pecan pie and guests brought a tray of pastries from Trader Joe's and also clementines and potato salad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that gut-buster of a weekend, Christmas is going to be much more low key.  Mom is working Christmas Eve and Christmas Day and I am working Christmas Day.  So, no guests (yay!).   My dad really likes the pizza I make so we're having Christmas pizza.  And ham, cuz we haven't had ham yet!  And since we're having just a family christmas, we'll also celebrate Jesus's birthday with a birthday cake.  Probably yellow cake with chocolate icing. Pizza and cake - perfect birthday food!  I'm looking forward to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only learned the Filipino word for 'hungry' very recently.  No wonder.  I'm never hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2460426137316764707?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2460426137316764707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2460426137316764707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2460426137316764707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2460426137316764707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/11/busog.html' title='Busog!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-789772631597244742</id><published>2008-11-25T01:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T01:45:30.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not even Thursday yet</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I celebrated Thanksgiving with my friends from work.  It was potluck and I brought macaroni and cheese.  Who doesn't love Kraft Macaroni and Cheese? It's the cheeziest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.  It was the America's Test Kitchen (ATK) recipe.  It turned out very well, except I thought it needed pepper.  The recipe doesn't call for black pepper, but I like pepper on pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostess, who is Taiwanese, made spring rolls.  I fried them while she finished wrapping.  It's funny how I tend to be the eggroll fryer at parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so stuffed, but happy, by the end of the evening.  Unfortunately, I was so full I had a hard time sleeping.  It could have also been the gigantic amaretto sour that I had as well.  Or my newly developed carpal tunnel in my left (to join my right) hand.  This makes me very sad, I had to mention it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, due to the fitful sleep, I woke a little later than I wanted to.  I had lots to do today!  I haven't been this productive in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;Today I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got a membership at the new Costco and bought a pecan pie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Safeway for normal sized foods&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baked ATK's brown sugar cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baked ATK's oatmeal chocolate pecan cranberry cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baked whole grain spelt rolls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baked NY Times' parker house rolls (only not in muffin tins...so are they still parker house rolls?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Continued knitting a Christmas present scarf              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm really getting a hang of this bread baking business.  Although, it is a bit frustrating with the cold weather and the lack of rising.  But that's nothing a warm oven can't fix. I must admit that I hate touching yeast right out the packet because I know they're alive.  Kinda creepy in a germy kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-789772631597244742?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/789772631597244742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=789772631597244742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/789772631597244742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/789772631597244742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-not-even-thursday-yet.html' title='It&apos;s not even Thursday yet'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6470852204989872626</id><published>2008-11-06T00:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:24:53.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>At 10am on Tuesday, I got into my car and drove to the Moose Lodge, about 1.5 miles from my house.  Only, I didn't really get that far.  I ended up parking on my street about halfway there.  Cars were parked all along the nearby neighborhood streets and along the main road.   It was a sight to see so many people eager to vote for the next president of the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I took my place in line, the que went all the way to the street along the Moose Lodge driveway and completely around the perimeter of the parking lot in the back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not a single complaint was heard.   It was like a  miracle.   Everyone was actually happy to wait.  Lots of chatting and and smiles and getting acquainted with people you never knew were your neighbors.   Hundreds of people with patience!  In the rain, even! (Ok, a light drizzle, but still...)  I don't think I'll ever see so much patience ever again in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, had a really nice time.  I finished reading a book and started knitting a sock.  My back hurt after a while, but I didn't mind too much.  I had snacks and water in my purse.  I didn't have an umbrella, which was dumb, but I can't hold an umbrella and knit at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours and 50 minutes later, I cast my vote for Barack Obama.  Less than 12 hours later he would be our new President-elect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so ready to stay up late to get the final word on all of the votes.  I wasn't even home yet from work when McCain delivered his concession speech, which, I must admit, was excellent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Record breaking voter turnout and no recounts or other shenanigans for a black man...it's like we're a civilized people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone let me know when I can stop holding my breath for something bad to happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6470852204989872626?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6470852204989872626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6470852204989872626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6470852204989872626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6470852204989872626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7951673202939915923</id><published>2008-09-28T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:51:42.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, by the way...</title><content type='html'>...If you ever go to &lt;a href="http://www.oyamel.com/"&gt;Oyamel&lt;/a&gt;, order the shrimp.  One for each person.  You won't want to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7951673202939915923?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7951673202939915923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7951673202939915923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7951673202939915923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7951673202939915923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-by-way.html' title='Oh, by the way...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4110164358631540305</id><published>2008-09-28T19:48:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:55:19.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers market, Crafts, Tea.  Me, me, me.</title><content type='html'>Today I did stuff in cool parts of the city!  And I took pictures!  Crappy camera phone pictures, but still.  It's been a long time since I put up pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one day off this weekend, so I wanted it to be a good one.  Don't cry for me though.  I'm only taking one day off because I leave for Las Vegas at the end of this week and I couldn't take more than 40hrs off in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day began with a trip on the train.  Choo! Choo! Ok, not that kind of train.  More like a subway.  So....Whoosh! Whoosh!  I got off at Dupont Circle at about noon and caught the last hour of the &lt;a href="http://freshfarmmarket.org/"&gt;Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt;.  I was very excited because I'd never been there before.  I was pleased to find LOTs of vendors and many with grass fed meat and chickens and eggs and milk in addition to produce.  Pears are in season, by the way.  This market often has special events and this week was Free Giant Paella Day!  I don't think that's the official name, but it's as good as any.  Three chefs from &lt;a href="http://www.jaleo.com/"&gt;Jaleo &lt;/a&gt;were there to make free paella for everyone in a giant pan.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAn0aWPhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/HPyNcNKHsWk/s1600-h/0928081208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAn0aWPhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/HPyNcNKHsWk/s320/0928081208.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251240946893292610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Giant Paella pan.  And you can also see that there was none left when I got there.  The last little plate went to the woman next to me.  But that's OK, she was probably waiting and I had JUST gotten there. Plus, it looked kinda wet.  I dont like wet paella.  But I love sour grapes. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was going to be out and about I could only buy things that would survive a day in my canvas bag.  Unfortunately, that meant no meat or milk.  Fortunately that DID mean croissants and mushrooms!  And since it was near the end of the selling day, I got the 2 croissants for the price of 1.  That makes up for spending waaaay too much on porcini mushroom, right?  That's ok, the porcinis were deeeelicious.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOApWpAKJ8I/AAAAAAAAALY/IUBFHae3EAI/s1600-h/0928081843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOApWpAKJ8I/AAAAAAAAALY/IUBFHae3EAI/s320/0928081843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251242634454378434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got home, I sauteed them in some olive oil, garlic, and thyme and had them with bread,  havarti cheese, and asparagus.  There was more, but I ate some. Hm, I suppose I could have had them with croissants, but those were long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Farmers Market, I walked to the big event of the day, &lt;a href="http://www.washingtoncitypaper.com/craftybastards/"&gt;Crafty Bastards&lt;/a&gt; in Adams Morgan.  About 100 vendors selling handmade goods.  It was like Etsy come to life.  It was craft pleasure overload.   It was awesome. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAqizQZI2I/AAAAAAAAALg/jYdKcGacSOo/s1600-h/0928081408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAqizQZI2I/AAAAAAAAALg/jYdKcGacSOo/s320/0928081408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251243942876881762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather, not so much.  It rained a bit on and off and it was hot.  I did meet up briefly with my coworker who told me about the event.  It was a really big event and there were tons of people so it's amazing that I did see her.  There were lots of tshirts and plush toys and knit goods and jewelry.  I got some great stuff, but since some are gifts, I can't post those.  One &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5030155"&gt;booth &lt;/a&gt;caught my eye because she had a framed drawing of Sophia of the Golden Girls saying "picture it: sicilly..."  Unfortunately, that drawing was out of my price range.  Fortunately she also had this hilarious shirt:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAuIZ3Ra5I/AAAAAAAAALo/OF9hrZIeTzY/s1600-h/0928082113a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAuIZ3Ra5I/AAAAAAAAALo/OF9hrZIeTzY/s320/0928082113a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251247887430544274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I present to you, Presidential Facial Hair Hall of Fame. The shirts she had were imperfect and were marked down from $18 to $10.  Hilarious $10 tshirt?  Of course I'll buy it! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAuvdrt8UI/AAAAAAAAALw/L2iUc8Td8rw/s1600-h/0928082115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAuvdrt8UI/AAAAAAAAALw/L2iUc8Td8rw/s320/0928082115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251248558470721858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But I'm gonna have to get my tshirt paints to fix the pic on the back to properly say"honorable mention".  Gotta respect the mutton chops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Crafty Bastards show.  There was stuff handmade and local.  There was music and food.  There were free tote bags.  There was a lot.  I was tired.  And thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do? Ohhhh for the love of god, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Whiny McWhinypants, I went to &lt;a href="http://www.teaism.com/"&gt;Teaism&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a tea house that I've been wanting to go to for a long time.  I think Rachel Ray went to it for $40 a day.  I'm just sayin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The branch of Teaism I visited was in Dupont Circle.  They have tea (duh), tea accessories, sweets, and hot food and cold food.  It's a tiny place and it was very busy.  But I did manage to find a seat right next to a window.  I had iced morrocan mint green tea and the handroll bento.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAyeiAL2rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tje8ZGBqNk4/s1600-h/0928081453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAyeiAL2rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tje8ZGBqNk4/s320/0928081453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251252665619045042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mint tea (not shown, you know what tea looks like) was not super minty but very refreshing on this hot and humid day.  The handroll bento had tea cured salmon with miso mayo, tangy pickled cabbage, brown rice with sesame seeds and more sheets of nori than I knew what to do with.  Custom maki or tiny asian burritos!  I really can't go wrong with rice and smoked salmon.  It was yummy.  I also had a toffee/granola/chocolate chip cookie.  It was good, but it would have been better if I couldn't hear the guy two seats away telling his life story.  I hope he was being interviewed and not on a date, because there would not be a second date in my opinon.  Anyway, I look forward to going back and trying more of their menu, including the Jasmine creme brulee and the veggie bento (tofu and roasted veggies, yum).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infact, I really look forward to going to Dupont Circle and Adams Morgan again and again.  On my way to all those things today, I passed so many interesting looking restaurants and shops.  So, next time you're in town, let's go there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4110164358631540305?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4110164358631540305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4110164358631540305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4110164358631540305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4110164358631540305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/09/farmers-market-crafts-tea-me-me-me.html' title='Farmers market, Crafts, Tea.  Me, me, me.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SOAn0aWPhEI/AAAAAAAAALI/HPyNcNKHsWk/s72-c/0928081208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-9138092558168477935</id><published>2008-09-14T23:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:25:32.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things (right now)</title><content type='html'>1) Ominivore's Dilemma by Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;2) Making my Bucket List&lt;br /&gt;3) Homemade fast food style chicken nuggets that don't taste like styrofoam (hint: stick the chicken in a food processor and season to your heart's content)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-9138092558168477935?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/9138092558168477935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=9138092558168477935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/9138092558168477935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/9138092558168477935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things (right now)'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3750071425544155761</id><published>2008-09-06T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:51:30.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell is this post about?</title><content type='html'>What the hell?  No post at all for August? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, August was boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did remember my facebook password and had to respond to like 27 invites from people I know or knew.  The whole facebook thing was entertaining for a week.  Then it got boring.  Maybe because I'm boring?  Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what is exciting?  Bean burgers.  Yeahhh.  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good &lt;/span&gt;bean burger.   There are a lot of awful bean burgers out there that shouldn't even be an option during a cookout.  But here's the secret: worchestershire sauce.  Burgery deliciousness, I tell you whut.  Vegan? No, but nobody said I was vegan or even vegetarian.  I'm just eating more plants.  And you should too.  I don't have a recipe for you because I just throw stuff into a bowl, mush it up, and fry it in a pan.  Just be careful no to throw too hapazardly because you'll end up with a tablespoon of cayenne in your two cups of beans and that's a spicy meatball.  Er, beanball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3750071425544155761?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3750071425544155761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3750071425544155761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3750071425544155761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3750071425544155761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-hell-is-this-post-about.html' title='What the hell is this post about?'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2397186911129549797</id><published>2008-07-27T22:21:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T23:32:14.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In general, details are inversely proportional to importance</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Yogaville. Here are some of the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I meditated for the first time in an interfaith temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I learned the basics of the Integral Yoga style of yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The vegetarian fare was really good and a lot of the food is grown on the property.  I bought their cookbook.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; I bought a cookbook).&lt;br /&gt;Typical breakfast was oatmeal, stewed prunes, yogurt (whole, fat free, soy), granola, corn flakes, puffed rice cereal, rice cakes, rice milk, soy milk, orange juice, apple juice, grapefruit, apples, bananas.  A salad bar was always available at lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Hot lunch and dinner included such things as spaghetti, marinara sauce, breaded cauliflower, steamed kale, curried cauliflower, beans in tomato sauce, lentil or chickpea dal, split pea soup, rice (wild, brown, saffron, and white), aloo chat (spicy chick peas and potatoes), spelt bread, cabbage with coconut, and tofu - plain, curry roasted, soy sauced and seasoned.&lt;br /&gt;Dessert was usually a fruit salad and fresh fruit was always available during all meals.&lt;br /&gt;The condiment table was a bit of a mystery.  Somebody needs a label maker.  There were a number of things in syrup containers that had no label :( But there was garlic flavored olive oil that I kept wishing was honey.  There was something that looked and tasted like thinned out peanut butter but I'm guessing was roasted tahini.  Still good on a piece of bread.  Then there was some sort of powder that I wasn't brave enough to taste. Maybe it was nutritional yeast.  Apparently it tastes like cheese. Grated parmesan for vegans I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Speaking of food, on the way there, we stopped at Whole Foods in Fair Lakes, Va and saw this guy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SI0-nizqDXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ncTRj5RUVyY/s1600-h/emerillagasse_headshot.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SI0-nizqDXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ncTRj5RUVyY/s320/emerillagasse_headshot.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227903591526305138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was taping for his show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Emeril Green&lt;/span&gt; which is on the new Planet Green network.  Apparently he's there a lot.  It's a really nice Whole Foods, so I don't blame him. He walked behind me while I was looking at a magazine at one of the registers.  When I looked to see why there were camera men rushing by, I stared at Mr. BAM! himself with my mouth agape and I'm pretty sure he looked at me like I was strange. (When I stared at Pierce Brosnan outside the National Gallery of Art, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;gave me a debonair nod of the head.  In the battle of celebrities that I stare at, James Bond wins.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Speaking of celebrities, when we were at the temple gift shop at Yogaville, this guy was at the information center across the walkway -&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SI0_booWR7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Qsev7_gtGx4/s1600-h/Liev_Schreiber_CSI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SI0_booWR7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Qsev7_gtGx4/s320/Liev_Schreiber_CSI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227904486442682290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;"Do you know who that man holding the baby is?" asked the cashier at the gift shop.  "That's Leiv Scheiber, an actor.  His mom lives here at Yogaville.  I knew him in New York when he was a kid, a kid with a broken leg."   I didn't actually see him, just a man with a baby from 20 feet away.  And nobody could tell me what movie/tv show he was in.  Or that that kid's mom is Naomi Watts or if Naomi Watts was also there.  If only Yogaville had more CSI fans  or people who even remember he was Cotton in Scream or nerds who knew he's gonna be Sabertooth in the next X-men movie.   Too much to ask from yogis at an ashram?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2397186911129549797?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2397186911129549797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2397186911129549797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2397186911129549797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2397186911129549797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-general-details-are-inversely.html' title='In general, details are inversely proportional to importance'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SI0-nizqDXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ncTRj5RUVyY/s72-c/emerillagasse_headshot.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3106016493288832226</id><published>2008-07-10T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:34:33.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest favorite blog exerpt</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://www.littleyellowdifferent.com/"&gt;Little Yellow Different:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pork, I have learned, is the sacred food of the Catholic people.  And since pork is fucking delicious, I am okay with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3106016493288832226?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3106016493288832226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3106016493288832226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3106016493288832226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3106016493288832226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-latest-favorite-blog-exerpt.html' title='My latest favorite blog exerpt'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2734986826179663399</id><published>2008-06-09T19:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:54:37.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>Stuff I've done and will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got an acupressure massage alongside my mom.  Good massage, bad English from the Chinese practitioners. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to Eastern Market for the first time and bought a gorgeous pendant from &lt;a href="http://www.andreahaffner.com/"&gt;Andrea Haffner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode bikes with my younger brother through Cedarville State Forest.  Took the 7mile orange trail through the woods.  My goal is to ride that trail without having to get off the bike for the steeper hills-up or down-by the end of the summer. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Last weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Danyel's birthday by picking strawberries at &lt;a href="http://www.butlersorchard.com/"&gt;Butler's Orchard&lt;/a&gt;, followed by seeing the absolutely ridiculous Indiana Jones movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 10 weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Going to Cleveland with Goo to visit &lt;a href="http://cedarpoint.com/"&gt;Cedar Point&lt;/a&gt; and ride every rollercoaster and eat at Iron Chef Michael Symon's restaurant &lt;a href="http://www.lolabistro.com/"&gt;Lolita&lt;/a&gt; for good food and the possibility to hear that man's crazy laugh in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 25 weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Going to &lt;a href="http://yogaville.org/"&gt;Yogaville &lt;/a&gt;with Goo for yoga and meditation at an ashram located in the middle of Virginia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2734986826179663399?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2734986826179663399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2734986826179663399' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2734986826179663399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2734986826179663399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/06/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8490652811457494963</id><published>2008-06-09T19:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T19:56:42.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic jam is not so tasty</title><content type='html'>Since March, I have been going to work from 6am to 2:30pm.  Since I work nearly an hour from work, I have had to get up at 4am.  In all reality, that meant getting out of bed at 4:15am, choosing some clothes to wear, getting showered and dressed, and grabbing something to eat and drink for the car ride by 5:10am.  The morning commute was never bad, except for that one time an 18-wheeler turned over and I didn't clock in until 7:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home however was atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush hour in D.C. starts at 3pm.  If I managed to get to the Wilson bridge by 3, I'd be home in under an hour.  If I had gotten to work late or if I had to stay a few minutes late, and left at say, 2:40, it would automatically be at least another 30mins in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  In this day and age where gas is commonly over $4/gal, what the hell am I doing driving an hour to work?  And as I sit waiting in the 6miles of traffic to the Potomac, my car idly creeps along at 5 miles/hour emitting exhaust and blowing up the size of my carbon footprint to epic proportions and the dismal fate of the ice caps and those poor widdle polar bear cubs is ALL MY FAULT.... all because I work too damn far from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could telecommute.  But science is awfully hard to do from home.  Though I do know you can get an old thermal cycler for $20 on ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm glad to say that at least I will no longer have to deal with afternoon bridge traffic because I'm going back to my beloved evening shift, 2:00pm to 10:30pm.  Hooray! I no longer have to go to bed before the sun does! Yeah, I'm still commuting much too far, but at least I'm not wasting my time, health, money, or natural resources on traffic jams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8490652811457494963?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8490652811457494963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8490652811457494963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8490652811457494963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8490652811457494963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/06/traffic-jam-is-not-so-tasty.html' title='Traffic jam is not so tasty'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6639122058093354500</id><published>2008-05-25T21:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:03:51.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here fishy , fishy</title><content type='html'>Wednesday night I took my family out to The Crossing at Casey Jones in La Plata, MD.  It was the first time my parents had been there and I was anxious about how my mom would like it.  She is notorious for being very unlucky at restaurants.  For some reason she always ends up with ribs that have the taste and texture of firewood or something else that just makes her sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you right now she really liked the meal and asked if we could go again the next night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...no, Ma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love my family and love to treat them to nice meals, the real reason we went was totally selfish.  I wanted salmon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just any salmon, but what is arguably the best salmon in the whole wide world: Copper River Salmon.  Ok, it may all just be marketing, but still, it was the freshest damn salmon I've ever had.  I think what one ends up paying big bucks  for (I read somewhere that this year's take was small and a pound costs nearly $50) is the opportunity to eat wild Alaskan salmon a mere day after it is caught.  And I live in Maryland; that's a long plane ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before last May I had never even heard of Copper River.  I did know that wild salmon was supposed to be better than farmed.  Wild salmon have to have large fat reserves to allow them to have the energy to fight the rushing currents of cold Alaskan rivers in order to spawn in the calmer waters upstream.  That fat is supposed to make them rich and delicious.  As a bonus, they are packed with omega-3s that don't make you crazy from eating older-aged, therefore containing more mercury, fish like tuna.   So, eating wild salmon way over here on the east coast would have to happen during the salmon run, mid-May to mid-June.  The earlier the better, because there is more fat on a fish that is just starting it's journey upstream than one that has been fighting the currant for a month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, last May I got an email from The Crossing informing me of a ticket sale for a special prix fixe Copper River salmon meal.  Each ticket was over $100.  I was much too poor last year to afford something like that, but now that I have a job, I've been looking forward to an email from The Crossing since April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get one, so I emailed them on May 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday at 9:45pm, I got an email from them telling me that Copper River salmon would be arriving the next day.  "Please call after 3pm tomorrow to check if they will be butchered in time for dinner, " read the email. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home at 4pm I called the restaurant.  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, hoping the price of the meal wouldn't be $100.  Under $50?  Maybe?  Hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot damn, $28 for Copper River salmon, your choice of King or Sockeye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a reservation for four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our meal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread: sliced, slightly sweet soda bread with rye served room temp with softened butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizers:&lt;br /&gt;1)Sauteed lump crab (not blue, had to be something bigger) with fry bread and a couple of really yummy plate scraper sauces - maybe something with balsamic and another one that was green.  Haha, I'm a good fud riter.&lt;br /&gt;2) A big wedge of camembert cheese with crackers, pickled artichoke hearts, meaty and not too sour kalamata? olives, and scrumptious caper berries.  None of us had had caper berries before but we'd all like to have them again. Ma loved the cheese and stopped complaining about how hot it was.  We were near the kitchen, which is open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrees:&lt;br /&gt;Me: Copper River King salmon filet (medium-rare to medium) atop sushi rice with diced cucumber and tomato and spinach with a citrus vinaigrette.  Deconstructed sushi, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Chilean sea bass atop lobster mashed potatoes with salsify (a root veg) chips&lt;br /&gt;Pop: Prosciutto wrapped diver scallops on black rice and spinach. (I was totally eyeing this dish. Next time.)&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Espresso-encrusted duck breast, foie gras, polenta, with a blackberry coulis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:&lt;br /&gt;1) Bread pudding made with sliced soda bread and various dried fruits&lt;br /&gt;2) Tiramisu "split" - three scoops of mascarpone ice cream on lady fingers topped with a ribbon of Valrona chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, all of that cost just $150 with tax.  Gotta love the fact that this place is in the middle of NOWHERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I tell the difference between wild Copper River King salmon and frozen farmed salmon that I get from Sam's club?  Probably only in the fact that the wild salmon was really fresh and clean tasting.  Would I go out of my way to pay $50 for a pound of Copper River Salmon? No way, but I would never pass up an excellent fresh fish meal at a really lovely restaurant for $28.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6639122058093354500?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6639122058093354500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6639122058093354500' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6639122058093354500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6639122058093354500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/05/here-fishy-fishy.html' title='Here fishy , fishy'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4065558041681697524</id><published>2008-05-16T20:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:23:24.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She likes it!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had raw oysters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate two more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this mean I'm a big girl now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4065558041681697524?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4065558041681697524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4065558041681697524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4065558041681697524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4065558041681697524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/05/she-likes-it.html' title='She likes it!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6236443959300392523</id><published>2008-05-04T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:20:05.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stimulus</title><content type='html'>I got my $600 via direct deposit on 5/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you get yours yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUY STUFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the money will go to my trip to Las Vegas in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of it will go towards a bureau from Ikea.  (I spent my refund on an Ikea bed and desk.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SB58cPxOlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6G4XHH2oxEQ/s1600-h/hopen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SB58cPxOlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6G4XHH2oxEQ/s320/hopen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196727844743321010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's like sleeping on a park bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yay capitalism!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6236443959300392523?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6236443959300392523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6236443959300392523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6236443959300392523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6236443959300392523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/05/stimulus.html' title='Stimulus'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SB58cPxOlbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/6G4XHH2oxEQ/s72-c/hopen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-824847183523026343</id><published>2008-05-04T22:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T22:07:53.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><content type='html'>Hey ladies and gentlemen, pencils and fountain pens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get to see my friends much.  Boooo!  So, I just downloaded &lt;a href="http://skype.com/"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt;.  Look me up and we can video call. The future is now!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's handy when I want to talk to Goo, who is in the next room, and I don't want to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for laziness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-824847183523026343?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/824847183523026343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=824847183523026343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/824847183523026343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/824847183523026343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/05/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7700765029084726017</id><published>2008-04-14T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:03:47.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SANxpCuHm5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/c1LP1C5Pztw/s1600-h/0414081055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SANxpCuHm5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/c1LP1C5Pztw/s320/0414081055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189116145579826066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What is that?" you ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my heart-shaped scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so special.  Short bus special, but still...special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a 'papilloma' (aka skin tag) liquid nitrogen'd off (owie) three weeks ago.  It blistered and now I'm left with a scar that looks like a heart.  Pink and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a Care Bear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7700765029084726017?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7700765029084726017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7700765029084726017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7700765029084726017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7700765029084726017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-heart-you.html' title='I heart you'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/SANxpCuHm5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/c1LP1C5Pztw/s72-c/0414081055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3076688950150866194</id><published>2008-04-01T23:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:20:47.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrestling the Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R_MJlfNBBwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ckGxD-itGVQ/s1600-h/alexis+v+butters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R_MJlfNBBwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ckGxD-itGVQ/s320/alexis+v+butters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184498135669475074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butters doesn't mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3076688950150866194?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3076688950150866194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3076688950150866194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3076688950150866194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3076688950150866194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/04/wrestling-cat.html' title='Wrestling the Cat'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R_MJlfNBBwI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ckGxD-itGVQ/s72-c/alexis+v+butters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8087258074656437749</id><published>2008-03-10T17:29:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T17:43:16.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who needs the No Knead Bread? I doooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W3Wi_IO0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/C_k5h29In9M/s1600-h/0310081806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W3Wi_IO0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/C_k5h29In9M/s320/0310081806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176244944708844354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, my No Knead Bread.  I ended up baking it  in a large oblong dutch oven so it's not very high, but it is very tasty!  The weird pattern on top is from the towel it was rising upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W4Ii_IO2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/tRIOXDFKVC8/s1600-h/0310081739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W4Ii_IO2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/tRIOXDFKVC8/s320/0310081739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176245803702303586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See?  The towel kinda stuck to the dough when I was turning it out into the pot.  That's the lid to the pot in the background.  Unlike a Le Creuset pot, it does not have a plastic knob.  Plus it was way cheaper at TJMaxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W3oC_IO1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/w2JGsR_w8WA/s1600-h/0310081824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W3oC_IO1I/AAAAAAAAAJo/w2JGsR_w8WA/s320/0310081824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176245245356555090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is the inside.  It's very moist and tasty inside.  The crust is super cripsy and fun to eat.  And that's me in the background in the reflection of the KitchenAid mixer bowl.  Hey, Goo is there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna eat some more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8087258074656437749?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8087258074656437749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8087258074656437749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8087258074656437749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8087258074656437749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-needs-no-knead-bread-i-doooo.html' title='Who needs the No Knead Bread? I doooo!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9W3Wi_IO0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/C_k5h29In9M/s72-c/0310081806.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6928780112228447137</id><published>2008-03-09T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:16:00.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If only weekends lasted forever</title><content type='html'>I went to yoga Saturday morning and I did a headstand!   I've been getting better at &lt;a href="http://www.fitsugar.com/96756"&gt;tripod &lt;/a&gt;headstands on my own and in class I was brave enough to do a &lt;a href="http://www.yogajournal.com/poses/481"&gt;regular &lt;/a&gt;headstand (supported on the wall, of course, but still!).  Perhaps it only makes sense that I did so many headstands this week with my schedule getting turned all upside down like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still afraid to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay &lt;/span&gt;upside-down.  I get my legs up in the air and my brain starts to panic about breaking my neck.  So I let my legs fall down but, as soon as I do, I want to kick my legs back up because it's FUN to do new stuff you never thought you could do at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd get back into reading for fun.  But now, I have so many books to read, it's  exciting.  It's good to have so much to read because sometimes I have a short attention span and I can easily switch books.  So, I have a book about food in history, a Greek mythology book, and another food book called the Art of Eating.  And yesterday I got five more books, courtesy of Grace, for my birthday.  And they're fiction collection - the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency series by Alexander McCall Smith.  I'm terrible about getting fiction for myself so I'm grateful for such a gift.  I usually lean toward non-fiction because most of the fiction in the best sellers racks at the bookstore are usually too freaking relationshipy for me.  I really just don't care about who these made-up people are having made-up sex with so I usually give up looking for something fiction and side-step over to non-fiction.  Or food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food is good and candy is dandy.  The dandiest I had today was the Peep inside a hollow milk chocolate egg. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9TBWC_IOxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z_uaz9nu9TM/s1600-h/peep+in+egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9TBWC_IOxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z_uaz9nu9TM/s320/peep+in+egg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175974456258476818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, go find one.  I first saw it on some food blog and I found one today at Target.  Yes, ONE.  It was the last on the shelf.  The Peep chick went to my mom because I know she loves them.  When I gave it to her she said, "You know what this is?  A candy &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?q=balut&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;um=1"&gt;balut&lt;/a&gt;!"  Gross, but so true!  And the greatest thing is that if you split the egg in half carefully you're left with two egg-shaped chocolate cups ready to be filled with things like peanut butter! Or pudding! Or crack! Or more chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has really been a food adventure.  Not only did I have candy balut, I ate beef tongue!  I mentioned beef tongue to my parents a couple days ago after seeing a picture of some tender looking braised &lt;a href="http://gourmeted.com/2008/03/04/lengua-estofada-braised-beef-tongue/"&gt;tongue &lt;/a&gt;on Tastespotting*. I asked my parents if they liked tongue and they said it's really good.  On the weekly trip to Grand Mart (the international grocery store) yesterday my mom picked up a tongue.  I admit, it was scary looking while it boiled in the pot.  All white and bumpy in places.  I didn't look at it too long so I wouldn't gross myself out. Today, Ma had sliced it and made a tomato based stew out of it with potatoes, carrots, and thyme.  Goo and I each had some and concluded, yes! it is good.  But you could totally tell it was tongue.  It's muscle, but squinchy and soft as if it was a cross between fat and meat.  Which is a little unsettling.  But the flavor is good, unlike liver and glands and such, and really just like regular meat.  I don't think I'd have her make it again, but at least I've tried it and I wouldn't refuse to eat it if someone offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the longest post I've had in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end my lovely weekend day (1 of 2! yay! sad, no? when you celebrate the fact that you have a two-day weekend) with another new thing.  I'm making bread! It's the No Knead &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/08/dining/081mrex.html"&gt;recipe &lt;/a&gt;from the NY Times and all the food blogs.  Just 3cups of APF, 1/4tsp instant yeast, 1 1/4tsp salt, and 1 5/8cups of water.  All combined and mixed in under five minutes.  Now it sits gassily in a bowl...  in my room. Yeah, I know, weird, but I have an electric heater in my room and it's the warmest place in the house.  Tomorrow I'll fold it over itself once or twice, let it hang out for 2 more hours  and then I'll bake it for 45mins or so in a preheated dutch oven in a 450degF oven. And supposedly, hopefully, magically I'll have a loaf of crusty bread.  Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Note: When I saw the beef tongue link on Tastespotting, I didn't actually click on the link to the cook's blog.  I was pleasantly surprised to find out that the dish on Tastespotting is actually the same Filipino dish my mom made for me today (theirs has mushrooms and ours has carrots, but it's the same). Weeeeiiiirrd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6928780112228447137?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6928780112228447137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6928780112228447137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6928780112228447137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6928780112228447137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-only-weekends-lasted-forever.html' title='If only weekends lasted forever'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/R9TBWC_IOxI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z_uaz9nu9TM/s72-c/peep+in+egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8829259318850147307</id><published>2008-03-05T22:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:00:37.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Complaints</title><content type='html'>I've completed my second day on the 6am to 2:30pm shift.  It's hard.  I'm sleepy.  I miss my evening shift coworkers and their night owl sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to eat lunch at 9:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I avoid drinking coffee because I enjoy coffee's taste but not the way it makes me tense and jittery.  Tea is nice but I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to tea.  It has to be made correctly (whole leaf, lots of room to unfurl).  So I drink a lot of water and whine about being sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only upside is that I come home when the sun is up and I have dinner with the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps saying that I'll have more time to do stuff.  That's not really true.  I spend the same amount of time at work or commuting to and from work.  When going to work at 2pm I was able to go to the store and run errands before work and not worry at all about traffic. Sure it kinda sucked that everything was closed when I went home, but I'd already done what I had to do. Now I  can't even think about stopping by some place in Virginia, like the really nice, big Whole Foods  after work because I'd get stuck in horrific evening rush hour(s) traffic trying to cross the bridge into Maryland.  And nothing is open before I get to work; it's nighttime for crying out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to go to bed.  I'm still having trouble falling asleep at a decent hour. I'm sure I'll crash this weekend...if I get a weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8829259318850147307?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8829259318850147307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8829259318850147307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8829259318850147307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8829259318850147307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/03/complaints.html' title='Complaints'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1585943629834148233</id><published>2008-02-28T01:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T01:20:20.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>I've been working a lot.  No real weekends.  Very stressful.  Not terribly happy.  My shift is about to change again, this time to 6am-2:30pm.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to make goals.  I think I'll start working on that.  A Bucket List or 100 things to do before I die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of right now is&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1585943629834148233?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1585943629834148233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1585943629834148233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1585943629834148233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1585943629834148233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8457390847131035652</id><published>2008-02-11T23:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:02:38.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do if your dog ate the Cadbury bar intended for S'mores</title><content type='html'>I don't know how Kane is still alive.  He ate 2 bars of Cadbury Royal Dark.  This is the second time he has stolen chocolate.  The first was a 2.5lb bar of Ghiradelli melting chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power went out yesterday.  Perfect day for a fire.  Perfect day for s'mores.  Stupid dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I had some chocolate from Whole Foods.  This is what I did to make some  expensive-ass s'mores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Place mocha truffle on graham cracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Roast homemade marshmallow over fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Place molten hot mallow over truffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Savor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you have not yet died, repeat with  burnt caramel truffle topped with pink Hawaiian sea salt. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8457390847131035652?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8457390847131035652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8457390847131035652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8457390847131035652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8457390847131035652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-do-if-your-dog-ate-cadbury-bar.html' title='What to do if your dog ate the Cadbury bar intended for S&apos;mores'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5634519802199721295</id><published>2008-02-07T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:13:00.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My reaction to seeing my knee MRIs</title><content type='html'>I'm made of meat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5634519802199721295?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5634519802199721295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5634519802199721295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5634519802199721295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5634519802199721295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-reaction-to-seeing-my-knee-mris.html' title='My reaction to seeing my knee MRIs'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-824284529600755754</id><published>2008-02-05T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T03:19:03.005-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Once again Mardi Gras/Shrove Tuesday/Pancake Day/Last day before Lent has sneaked up on me.  Goo and I have decided to do the traditional thing and refrain from eating meat for Lent.  We aren't going totally traditional and skipping out on milk and eggs, though.  That's just crazy talk.  But we'll try our best to be ovo-lacto-pesco vegetarians for 40days in a house that eats MEAT nearly everyday.  It's true for the both of us that when we're away from the family home, we eat very little meat on a regular basis.  But our parents, particularly our Pa, LOVE to eat meat.   Plus Pa takes a med that makes him retain potassium, thereby making beans (including soy beans/tofu) off the menu for him.  So sharing meals is gonna be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Super Bowl Sunday has left us a ton of meaty leftovers.  It'll be chili for breakfast, lunch, and dinner until midnight tomorrow, I guess.  With donuts and pancakes, just to be tradish, ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-824284529600755754?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/824284529600755754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=824284529600755754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/824284529600755754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/824284529600755754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3102527092490380620</id><published>2008-02-04T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T02:28:05.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super! Thanks for asking!</title><content type='html'>For the past, oh I don't know, month? our basement big screen tv has been broken.  Goo used it to play video games and big screen rear projection tv's don't like that.  The colors split and it's like you need 3D glasses.  But no, all you actually need is a repairman who will align your colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But repairman charges $100 just to look at yer problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead I bought a Samsung 50inch 720p flat panel plasma HDTV.  Yay!  It's so purty and thin and clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the tv just in time for the Super Bowl, but we don't have HDTV service yet.  But still, yay for neat tv!  And yay for the Giants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooo! for eating too many fresh fried tortilla chips (both corn and flour) and fries and chili and guacamole and brownies.  I'm Thanksgiving full.  Only greasier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3102527092490380620?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3102527092490380620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3102527092490380620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3102527092490380620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3102527092490380620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-thanks-for-asking.html' title='Super! Thanks for asking!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8520933493677902733</id><published>2008-02-02T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T02:09:18.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the hills are aliiiiiiive</title><content type='html'>If you know me, you know I have a really hard time finding music that I enjoy.  So I'm happy and excited to have found a cool music blog called &lt;a href="http://www.3hive.com/"&gt;3hive &lt;/a&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://mightygirl.com/"&gt;MightyGirl&lt;/a&gt;).  Start your hours of fun with this band, &lt;a href="http://www.3hive.com/2007/12/the_two_man_gen.php"&gt;The Two Man Gentlemen Band&lt;/a&gt;, for a good laugh and then listen to everything else and stop listening to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop watching crap t.v. while you're at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8520933493677902733?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8520933493677902733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8520933493677902733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8520933493677902733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8520933493677902733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/02/hills-are-aliiiiiiive.html' title='the hills are aliiiiiiive'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5842734576343827157</id><published>2008-01-31T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T00:23:35.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuffy nose kid</title><content type='html'>Finally! I am not sick.  Well, I still have a  bit of a stuffy nose and the dust asthma coughs but at least I feel perky again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick the past two weekends in a row.  I am allergic to work.  I am.  All week I slept about 7.5 to 8 hrs a night. I would get up every day and go to the gym with Goo (which is WAYYY more fun than going alone).  I ate less junk and took my multivitamin and ultra omega-3 pills.  But nooo, still got a terrible cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to get on with the life I want to have.  Less work, more play that I get paid for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, I know or have come across 4 more people who are reading Eat, Pray, Love.  It makes me smile.  And it makes me want to run away to far off lands and eat and meditate and love life etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I hope to go to the YMCA (pronounced &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeemka &lt;/span&gt;in our house) tomorrow.  It really is much more fun with someone who you can joke around with.  Goo and I do some cardio on the machines, followed by free weights, and finish up with yoga.  It's cool because he teaches me weight lifting stuff and I teach him yoga stuff. A good time is had by all.  Especially when we snicker at the dude wearing snowmen pajama pants instead of normal workout clothes.  It's a recurring outfit, if you can believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on the knee: might be a torn cartilage/meniscus.  Gonna have an MRI on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5842734576343827157?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5842734576343827157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5842734576343827157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5842734576343827157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5842734576343827157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/01/stuffy-nose-kid.html' title='Stuffy nose kid'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7444250164026057285</id><published>2008-01-23T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T02:04:42.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're alone in your room reading or cleaning or doing some other quiet activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The room starts buzzing.  Your heart starts beating faster.  Your mind is racing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You feel like you're moving quickly and slowly at the same time.  It's the freakiest thing.  Are you moving fast or slow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes dart back and forth across the page. You read faster.  Or you rush around the room putting things in their place, your heart pounding loud in your ears, competing with the buzzing surrounding you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You start to get a little panicky, a little scared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that????  Do any of you ever feel like that? I know some people do, but other people look at me crazy when I describe the sensation.  It's hard to describe really.  I don't know how it starts or how it stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7444250164026057285?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7444250164026057285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7444250164026057285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7444250164026057285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7444250164026057285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/01/am-i-crazy.html' title='Am I crazy?'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8548449761991265368</id><published>2008-01-23T01:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T01:48:32.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglect</title><content type='html'>I don't even know if anybody checks my blog anymore but whatevs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure why the neglect, but I just didn't feel like blogging.  I think I was tired.  I didn't make jewelry either.  It's like I died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a 4day, 10hr/day shift for a while. That was tiring. Days were long.  When I did have my lovely 3 day weekend, I'd spend a lot of time sleeping.  Though, to be honest, I sleep too much on weekends regardless of my schedule.  I'm a terrible sleeper.  Despite that, I liked having a mini vacation each week.  I did feel I got more done, both at work and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to a 5 day, 8hr/day schedule because of "business need".  Apparently 3 days away from the lab is too long for a validation specialist. Deadlines and contact with the sister lab R&amp;amp;D in Cali and such and such. But just as I was getting used to getting home at 9:30 or so again, my shift has been pushed later from noon to 8:30 to 2pm-10pm. "Business need".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting home so late wasn't so bad when I had an extra day to spend with the fam and friends, but now it just kinda sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my trillion dollars so I can quit work and make jewelry for fun and profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to a power yoga class that wasn't even all that hard.  Some dude who couldn't sit crosslegged was amazed at my ability to sit half lotus. I decide to SHOW OFF and nudge myself into full lotus.  BIG mistake.  I heard a pop and now my right knee hurts. It's gotten better but it still hurts to sit with the bottoms of my feet together in butterfly and touch my nose to my toes.  Either a lateral ligament or iliotibial band issue. I had an x-ray but didn't hear any bad news.  Lesson learned, though. I HATE that I hurt myself showing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remodeling marches on and on and on.  Three bathrooms at once.  Four people sharing one bathroom sucks kinda hard.  But at least we have two toilets working now.  They look great so far though.  Huge downside: I HAVE ASTHMA.  I sound like Fatty McGee. Never had it as a kid, so it's scary sometimes.  I have an inhaler and therefore am getting closer and closer to becoming Super Nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The holidays were great.  I got my mom a Kitchen Aid stand mixer in Empire Red.  Got it for $199 on Black Friday.   In all reality, it's fun for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;.  Goo and I made marshmallows yesterday! If you have a mixer or someone who will stand with a mixer for 15mins, I HIGHLY recommend homemade marshmallows. It's a trip.  Who the hell makes their own marshmallows??? But it's crazy easy and so luscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Years was great fun.  Spent it in Richmond at Grace's and brought Goo along.  Lots of food, drink, and lesbians.  Neat. (check out Goo's facebook if you're a friend)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know.  Words are boring. Where are the pics?  Come on, give me a chance to ease back into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you all soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8548449761991265368?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8548449761991265368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8548449761991265368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8548449761991265368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8548449761991265368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2008/01/neglect.html' title='Neglect'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6056835994990919105</id><published>2007-12-04T02:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T02:05:10.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freakin me out</title><content type='html'>Now all this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/goonieman86"&gt;guy &lt;/a&gt;has to do is figure out how to harmonize with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounds dirty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6056835994990919105?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6056835994990919105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6056835994990919105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6056835994990919105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6056835994990919105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/12/freakin-me-out.html' title='Freakin me out'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1027146118737940676</id><published>2007-11-06T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T01:15:27.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October in a single post</title><content type='html'>Where did October go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was...uh...in a time warp. Yeahh...that's it. Time warp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working 4 days a week, 10 hours a day.  It's very productive, in my opinion.  And you get used to it.  Since I live so far from work, I basically get home with just enough time to eat, sleep, eat, shower.  But 3 days off is nice, even if I spend all of the first day asleep. I do like to sleep.  Plus I save a considerable amount on gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  the last month, the kitchen was remodeled.  The wall separating it and the living/dining room was knocked down.  It freaked out the cat and she pooped in strange places. Thank goodness she got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have a hardwood floor, granite counter tops, a trash compactor, recessed lighting, under-cabinet  task lighting, a new stove, a deep sink with a new garbage disposal, and many more cupboards under the bar where the wall used to be.  Oh and the crappy, pointy textured ceiling was covered so it's flat and I can have BALLOONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst the kitchen is awesome (it's as if someone accidentally left their nice kitchen in our old house), sleeping was impossible.  It's not cool to come home at 11:30pm and get woken up at 7am by guys delivering granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fence was also rebuilt by the same guys, so Kane can now romp and play as free as a fenced in dog can be. Which isn't much for Kane because he'd really rather be inside sneaking a nap on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are out of town.  Out of state.  Soon to be out of country. It's not too spooky in the house.  Previously, the dog would sleep outside the bedroom door, but apparently the lure of sleeping on the basement couch is just too strong. Luckily/unluckily, I have a cat who won't leave me alone.  I think the lack of company is making Butters even more clingy, if you can imagine.  In fact, she is using my leg as a pillow right now as I type.   It's cute, but  I feel bad when I have to get up and toss her aside.  And she's warm.  But I swear, if she doesn't stop rubbing her face on me, she's gonna go bald in the face and I'm gonna have rug burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought taking care of the 8 pets (1 dog + 1 cat +  6 fish) would be bothersome, but it's not bad.  Plus having to take care of the pets ensure that I don't stay at work too long.  The dog's gotta pee, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that...I gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1027146118737940676?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1027146118737940676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1027146118737940676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1027146118737940676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1027146118737940676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/11/october-in-single-post.html' title='October in a single post'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3657607494809085720</id><published>2007-09-30T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:31:29.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUBAR</title><content type='html'>I've been watching &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/thewar/"&gt;The War on PBS&lt;/a&gt;, Ken Burns' latest long-ass documentary.  Tonight's episode, which aired at 8pm, is called FUBAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to explain what FUBAR and SNAFU mean, the narrator actually said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"FUCKED."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Public television is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3657607494809085720?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3657607494809085720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3657607494809085720' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3657607494809085720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3657607494809085720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/fubar.html' title='FUBAR'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-653879650336973049</id><published>2007-09-27T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:52:55.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Semester of Spanish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cynical-c.com/?p=8583"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;. Watch. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Am I bossy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-653879650336973049?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/653879650336973049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=653879650336973049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/653879650336973049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/653879650336973049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/one-semester-of-spanish.html' title='One Semester of Spanish'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5041233324609816381</id><published>2007-09-22T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T01:08:41.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot pink</title><content type='html'>I have the urge to color a chunk of my hair hot pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5041233324609816381?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5041233324609816381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5041233324609816381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5041233324609816381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5041233324609816381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/hot-pink.html' title='Hot pink'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4439689651212250309</id><published>2007-09-16T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:16:48.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a beautiful day in DC</title><content type='html'>Today I met up with Danyel at the National Mall. It was a GORGEOUS day.  Nary a cloud in sight and actually a little cool. We have plans to go to Hawaii in about a year and look fabulous, so it will do us some good to do some walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it only takes me 45 mins to get to the Smithsonian stop from my house on a Sunday.   It took a considerable while longer for Danyel to get there from Shady Grove, so I started walking.  I walked toward the Capitol and through the Hirshorn Sculpture Garden.  As I got near the Capitol I heard a fife and drum corps.  There was some sort of presentation on the Bill of Rights.  I kept walking.  I passed three games of adult kickball.  Why is it when you precede a word with "adult" it makes it sound dirty?  Don't worry, in this case, everyone was appropriately dressed in their team t-shirts.  By the time I started walking back toward the Washington Monument Danyel arrived.  Hooray! she took the Metro all by herself  for the first time and didn't get lost or die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued on toward the Washington  Monument and walked by a Jazz Festival.  We climbed up the stairs into the Lincoln Memorial, sat on the ledge beside the stairs and remembered the last time we visited these monuments.  It's been a long while for both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went on to visit the Korean Veterans War Memorial, which IMHO, is kinda spooky.  The statues of the soldiers are life sized so you feel as though you are walking with them.  And there is a wall made of the same black shiny stone used at the Vietnam Veterans War Memorial but instead of names etched into the surface, there are faces.  When it rains, etchings disappear, and reappear when it dries.  I can just imagine that being a little spooky.  We also visited the Wall and paid respects to a friend of Danyel's dad.  As we walked along the wall, even though there were plenty of people around, it was almost eerily quiet.  The reverence of the place is not just palpable, but I don't know...thick.  We also visited the memorial to the women of the Vietnam war that is near the Wall.  The number of people there was, of course, less than at the Wall, but when we arrived I noticed we were joining other young women.  It was just a coincidence, but I found it particularly moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the walking it was time for dinner.  We ended up going to Les Halles, which I think is becoming my favorite place to go when I visit the Mall.  Since the weather was so nice we ate outside.  Well, at least until dessert because the sun was fading and we were getting cold.  I had a mouthwatering medium rare hanger steak with shallot sauce and french fries.  Danyel had the French dip and fries.  She was taken aback when she was given a choice on how she wanted her steak done.  Usually don't get that choice when it's a roast beef, but in this case it was steak.  The food was goood.  I was verrrry happy.  Only to get even happier when I decided to have my very first chocolate souffle and a lil' glass of dessert port wine.  The combo was so good and I had that great moment of enlightenment when food and wine pairs well together and you're like, "ohh, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get &lt;/span&gt;it!" Danyel had her very first creme brulee and enjoyed that very much, as well.  A perfect ending to a perfect day...even if the meal negates the Calories I was trying to burn off in the first place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4439689651212250309?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4439689651212250309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4439689651212250309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4439689651212250309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4439689651212250309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-beautiful-day-in-dc.html' title='It&apos;s a beautiful day in DC'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-821134436140078232</id><published>2007-09-14T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:54:45.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George likes it spicy</title><content type='html'>Next time you order kung pao chicken ask for &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/news/odd/articles/2007/08/31/virgin_chicken_off_the_menu_in_beijing/"&gt;"the temple explodes the chicken cube" &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-821134436140078232?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/821134436140078232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=821134436140078232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/821134436140078232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/821134436140078232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/george-likes-it-spicy.html' title='George likes it spicy'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3071699393592009774</id><published>2007-09-10T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:28:31.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freezer People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RuTg0OR6G0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/THmv553kKY8/s1600-h/090807_19152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RuTg0OR6G0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/THmv553kKY8/s400/090807_19152.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108455065136012098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freezer at work needs to be defrosted but we don't have a backup in this room.  So I wished real hard and the freezer people appeared.  It seems that they are made of the ice that coated the top shelf, 2mL microfuge tube screw caps, thumbtacks, 0.7mL microfuge tubes, a red cap for a glass test tube, and a small purple nitrile glove.  Somehow they settled themselves in the tops of some plastic storage boxes.  But all reality, they are made of magic.   I mean, how else would they have appeared?  It's not like I waste time making snowmen to hide in the freezer for co-workers to find the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3071699393592009774?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3071699393592009774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3071699393592009774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3071699393592009774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3071699393592009774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/freezer-people.html' title='Freezer People'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RuTg0OR6G0I/AAAAAAAAAIA/THmv553kKY8/s72-c/090807_19152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7980019218572579629</id><published>2007-09-09T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T21:13:25.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Sexy Cancer</title><content type='html'>I want to recommend a documentary I saw last week but unfortunately it's not scheduled to air again unless people email and pester TLC/Discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's called Crazy Sexy Cancer and it's about Kris Carr, a 31 y/o woman who was diagnosed with 24 inoperable tumors in her liver.  You can learn more about her &lt;a href="http://www.crazysexycancer.com/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;and she even has a book if you don't get to see the documentary.  (I seem to like recommending things focusing on women who are yoginis.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her documentary she highlights other young women with cancer.  One of them, Erin Zammett Ruddy, a Glamour magazine editor, really stuck out for me.   She has Chronic Myeloid Leukemia (CML) and takes Gleevec.  Let me tell you a little story about CML.  Warning: this may only be really cool to nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 1960, a translocation between chromosome 9 and 22 was discovered and named the Philadelphia chromosome (so named for it's city of discovery).  It was the first chromosomal abnormality found to be linked to cancer.  I first learned about it in the really great cytogenetics (chromosome biology) course I took at W&amp;amp;M and of course, I learned about it in numerous courses at UT-Houston HSC MDACC (even the abbreviated version is too long!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A translocation is where pieces of two chromosome swap places. In this case a gene on 22, called ABL (pronounced "able" and named after a guy named Ableson) gets shoved in next to a gene called BCR (just pronounced bee see arr and stands for breakpoint cluster region) on chromosome 9 resulting in BCR-ABL.  This encodes an protein that keeps the switch "ON" for making lots of messed up white blood cells.  And all cancer is, really, is uncontrolled cell growth.  Only people with the Philadelphia chromosome have this weird BCR-ABL fusion protein and presence of this translocation can give you a diagnosis of CML.  It's one of the molecular tests that I do at work! Neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows that the crappy thing about chemotherapy is that not only does it kill cancer cells, it also kills normal cells, like hair cells.  But in the 90's along came Gleevec.  Gleevec is a drug, the first of its kind, to specifically target the BCR-ABL protein   (It also works on other cancers that have the same sort of ON/OFF switch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to &lt;a href="http://www.glamour.com/lifestyle/blogs/editor"&gt;Erin &lt;/a&gt;- In the documentary she talks about the extremely sensitive test that determines her diagnosis and about how she takes Gleevec.  She has never missed a day of work because of her cancer.  THAT IS SO AMAZING.  And she even has a new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may not be up to finding the cure, when I see stuff like that I'm happy to have a job that is still part of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7980019218572579629?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7980019218572579629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7980019218572579629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7980019218572579629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7980019218572579629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/09/crazy-sexy-cancer.html' title='Crazy Sexy Cancer'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1110797221227950404</id><published>2007-08-29T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:56:09.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new favorite website</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/"&gt;Drooling yet? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1110797221227950404?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1110797221227950404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1110797221227950404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1110797221227950404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1110797221227950404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-new-favorite-website.html' title='My new favorite website'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8057169368351774724</id><published>2007-08-29T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:02:15.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this</title><content type='html'>"Don't eat what you can't pronounce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently health food advocates/marketers think you're a dumbass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that same logic, I would never eat Vietnamese food, and hell if I ain't eating Vietnamese food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8057169368351774724?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8057169368351774724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8057169368351774724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8057169368351774724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8057169368351774724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5021891350633373425</id><published>2007-08-29T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T00:16:57.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Descriptive, Comparative, Superlative</title><content type='html'>Butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buttest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5021891350633373425?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5021891350633373425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5021891350633373425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5021891350633373425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5021891350633373425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/descriptive-comparative-superlative.html' title='Descriptive, Comparative, Superlative'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4797778179612081546</id><published>2007-08-26T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T15:12:26.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatchoo do today?</title><content type='html'>I helped dismantle a 30+ year old maple tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't chop it down. No, that was done by a crazy old man with a chain saw (aka my dad).  I hack-sawed it into pieces and made sure all of the pieces were in our yard.  Now looks like our yard has a bunch of maple bushes that will soon turn into big brown crunchy leaf piles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the tree is cleared, we can build a new fence on that side of the yard.  Then the dog can run wild and free once more.  Well, you know, as free as one can be inside of a fenced-in yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: wood chipper fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4797778179612081546?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4797778179612081546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4797778179612081546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4797778179612081546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4797778179612081546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/whatchoo-do-today.html' title='Whatchoo do today?'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-461012465869881839</id><published>2007-08-18T01:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T01:40:39.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art</title><content type='html'>This Sunday, Grace, Danyel, and I will be going to see "&lt;a href="http://www.quiltsofgeesbend.com/"&gt;Gee's Bend&lt;/a&gt;: Architecture of the Quilt" at the Walters Art Museum in Baltimore.  I am excited about going to a museum I have never been to; I don't go to Baltimore much, despite it being only about an hour north. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already seen the exhibit in Houston, but I liked it so much I want to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsaOjHR1ydI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OkPQULNYIcc/s1600-h/gees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsaOjHR1ydI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OkPQULNYIcc/s320/gees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099920361944107474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures really don't do them any justice at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're registered at the Washington Post, you can read a review &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?node=cityguide/profile&amp;id=1120633#editorialReview"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  The first time I had heard of them was on PBS's "&lt;a href="http://www.shoppbs.org/sm-pbs-the-quiltmakers-of-gees-bend-dvd--pi-1954063.html"&gt;The Quiltmakers of Gee's Bend&lt;/a&gt;" and if you're lucky enough to catch it, I definitely recommend it.  Art is always way more interesting if you know the stories behind it (even if it is modern art that you're supposed to appreciate without any background knowledge of the subject matter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people look at stuff like that and say, "I don't get it."  The nice thing about these quilts, I think, is there is nothing to "get".  These quilts were not made by some moody modern artist living in some dingy loft in NYC trying to make a point about god knows what.  They were made by poor black women in the deeeeeep south who made the quilts because they had to, out of stuff they had, basing the patterns on what was passed down from women before them and adding their own personal touches. I think you can appreciate them as craft, or art, or pieces of history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started watching &lt;a href="http://www.ovationtv.com/"&gt;Ovation TV.&lt;/a&gt;  I hope you all have it.  It's a really cool cable channel devoted to art and it satisfies my nerdy need for documentaries.  It forces you to ask yourself over and over, is this art?  I saw a doc on Ray Johnson and he was beating a cardboard box with a belt and called it a reading.  Is that art? Is it supposed to be deep? Absurd?  I wonder if you're allowed to laugh? What is art??? Makes my head want to explode.  But I love asking it! Head explosions be damned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-461012465869881839?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/461012465869881839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=461012465869881839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/461012465869881839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/461012465869881839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/art.html' title='Art'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsaOjHR1ydI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OkPQULNYIcc/s72-c/gees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6584496863674169956</id><published>2007-08-16T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:50:58.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>en masse</title><content type='html'>I kind of hate things en masse.  Massive numbers of anything gross me out a little.  Like a stadium filled with sweaty, near naked music festival goers.  Or barrels of mice.  Or &lt;a href="http://www.kilian-nakamura.com/blog-english/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6584496863674169956?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6584496863674169956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6584496863674169956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6584496863674169956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6584496863674169956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/en-masse.html' title='en masse'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6546529616229718434</id><published>2007-08-15T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T00:59:52.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>Goo went back to the land of Cleve this week.  While he was home we did fun things like make freezer paper stencil t-shirts.  I learned it from Grace and you can find the instructions at &lt;a href="http://www.makezine.com/blog/archive/2006/04/make_tshirt_stencils_from_free.html"&gt;Make&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPYPnR1yXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UhrqlOSFaRU/s1600-h/upright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPYPnR1yXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UhrqlOSFaRU/s320/upright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099156965866981746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a chalupa.  It is placed low on the shirt because the tummy is where chalupas go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I can't help but laugh every time I look at that shirt. And then I crave a chalupa.  However, it makes Goo feel full.   Which is good, because when Goo is at home he loses the ability to feel full.  It doesn't help that Ma makes 5 kinds of dinners in one day supposedly so that she doesn't have to cook for the rest of the week.  But in the end, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some &lt;/span&gt;of us just end up eating many dinners in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is my t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPavXR1yZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yM66gXAIZgo/s1600-h/upright+fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPavXR1yZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yM66gXAIZgo/s200/upright+fish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099159710351083922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a fish that jumps over my left boob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a close up of the design:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPbVnR1yaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CyXV8n3P8fk/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPbVnR1yaI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CyXV8n3P8fk/s200/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099160367481080226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think if I ever get a tattoo, it might be a fish. Probably not on my boob.  I don't want it ending up looking like an eel or a whale or a sea monster later in life.  Gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of tattoos, Goo also started on a t-shirt that will have his tattoos on it so that he won't have to lift his shirt to show them off.  Apparently, he has already ripped one shirt in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPcfXR1ybI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mjQJIUzKFfI/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPcfXR1ybI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mjQJIUzKFfI/s200/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099161634496432562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPdTXR1ycI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NAkDKERWvZU/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPdTXR1ycI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NAkDKERWvZU/s200/DSC01152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099162527849630146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tedious, but satisfying.  And a completely unique product at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wore my fish shirt to yoga and I got to admire it in the big mirror.  I'm vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of yoga, Goo came with me to yoga at the YMCA on two of the three Saturday mornings he was here.  Actually, first, I showed him how to do a Sun Salutation A the week prior to the first class.  He did really well and even the teacher was impressed by his ability. He's really good at standing pigeon, which involves standing on one foot.  I wonder if it has something to do with having pontoon feet, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week was challenging for both of us, mostly because of the headstand and shoulderstand that the teacher had us try.  Goo managed a headstand but I was too afraid.   These aren't headstands while standing on your hands.  Your entire body weight is supported by your forearms and the crown of your head.  I have only one neck and know too much on how I could break it.  Frankly, I think it's a little irresponsible to have inexperienced people do headstands, but it's yoga at a gym taught by a former aerobics teacher who was trained in yoga through a totally westernized method.  I don't expect too much.  But it's fun and there is variety and that's why I go, but I know what my limits are. And just because yoga is old doesn't mean it's right.  I don't think my head was meant to support my butt for any length of time.  It was a pretty crappy class for me because I ended up giving myself a crick in my neck and the fact that I didn't do a headstand bothered me all day long.  Though, the experience reminded me that I still do need to find a good serious Ashtanga yoga studio. One day I will do a headstand, but my head will not carry any of my weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, after the first class, the teacher and I were chatting about how Goo liked the class.  She was surprised to find out that he had never taken a class before.  I told her that I showed him a few positions and she was impressed (though I think my family has been blessed with great proprioception).  She asked if I was interested in teaching, especially since I would be a great example of someone who is not skinny, but still strong and flexible.  She recommended I check out the method she was trained in because it would only take a weekend or so to be able to teach a beginner yoga class.  (Sounds a little sketchy, no?  But the training program gives you step by step instructions on what to teach.)  I was realllly excited about the prospect, because in an ideal world I'd just like to make jewelry and do yoga.  But trust me, if I do end up teaching yoga, I'll save headstands for the truly advanced student. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6546529616229718434?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6546529616229718434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6546529616229718434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6546529616229718434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6546529616229718434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RsPYPnR1yXI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UhrqlOSFaRU/s72-c/upright.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3435457110501013678</id><published>2007-08-08T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:20:24.994-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I count?</title><content type='html'>One of Goo's favorite movies is &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0247745/"&gt;Super Troopers&lt;/a&gt;.  He told me that he doesn't know a single female that likes that movie. Some of his female friends can't even sit through it.  So, of course I take that as a challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I watched it and I liked it.  It is a great stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now he knows &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;girl who likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, I was a HUGE Adam Sandler fan.  And we're talking Billy Madison Adam Sandler, not Punch Drunk Love Adam Sandler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I might not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of man-centric movies, Goo and I also watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0416449/"&gt;300 &lt;/a&gt;and the &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0440963/"&gt;Bourne Ultimatum&lt;/a&gt;.   While we both finished watching those movies and felt like we could go out and kill, I must admit, 300 ridiculously ripped Spartans and dreamy Matt Damon aren't too hard for a girl to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3435457110501013678?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3435457110501013678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3435457110501013678' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3435457110501013678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3435457110501013678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-i-count.html' title='Do I count?'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8613224482680270358</id><published>2007-07-25T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T23:27:00.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing and Dance while the music is playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERbvKrH-GC4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8613224482680270358?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8613224482680270358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8613224482680270358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8613224482680270358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8613224482680270358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='Sing and Dance while the music is playing'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6606884646381955860</id><published>2007-07-25T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:48:47.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I saw the latest Harry Potter movie on Monday.  The previous week I read books 1-4.  Ten years later and I'm finally jumping on that bandwagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons movie is coming out this week.  I haven't actually watched the show on Sunday in ages.  That doesn't mean I don't watch the Simpsons.   I watch them all the time on DVD.  Anyways, I've been rather blase about the whole movie, but honestly, when I think about it makes me so excited!  I think I'm just trying to keep my expectations in check just in case the movie sucks ass.   I must still make a trip to Bladensburg to check out the Kwik-E-Mart.  Who needs the Kwik-E-Mart?  I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard and read about young adults who have grown up along with Harry Potter and have expected a new installment every year or two for their entire adolescence.  But now that is gone. I thought that was rather odd to have such a connection to a fictional character, but then I remembered that Bart Simpson and I are the same age.  Lucky for me though, the Simpsons isn't ending.  Ever, it would seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6606884646381955860?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6606884646381955860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6606884646381955860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6606884646381955860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6606884646381955860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8157233422913688903</id><published>2007-07-17T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:39:02.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly the best weekend ever pt 2</title><content type='html'>The next day Grace showed me how to make freezer paper stencil tshirts.  She made one with a big black birch tree and I made one with a large white birdcage on the lower right side and a tiny black m-shaped bird on the left shoulder.  By the way, freezer paper doesn't seem to stick to shirts with synthetic fibers.  Next time I'll either use a 100% cotton shirt or contact paper.  But it was really easy and fun with very nice results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to Bev's where Grace and I had lunch.  I had the world's perfect sandwich. They call it a grilled cheese but it's really a grilled prosciutto and pesto and cheese sandwich. I also had a cup of she-crab soup that was more like a thick chowder than a soup.  I finished my lunch with an ice cream that combined by two favorite flavors: coffee and cookies &amp;amp; cream.  Truly a lunch from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was blazing hot that day so we stayed out of the A/C-less house.  So the best thing on a hot day is of course a movie and a giant Icee.  We saw Ratatouille and it was SO FREAKIN GOOD.  Animation: unbelievably gorgeous. Story: great.  The fact that it is about food and rodents (please consider my background here)? Awesome!  If I could, I would shove you all into the theaters right now to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie it was around dinner time but still felt like midday on the surface of the sun.  I suppose, midnight on the surface of the sun would feel the same, but... shut up. Even though we were planning on a dinner with just a little cooking, it still involved cooking in a house with no A/C.  So we went to Grace's favorite Thai restaurant instead.  Grace had an excellent pad thai that wasn't overly flavored one way or the other and had lot of great seafood.  I don't eat Thai very often so I'm still always surprised to see so much of it is like Filipino food.  For example one of our appetizers was fried tofu.  I eat that pretty much every week at home.  And dessert was mango (one of the good yellow ones, not the red/green ones) and sweet sticky rice cooked with coconut milk which is Khao Niaow Ma Muang in Thai, but in the Philippines it's called suman and cooked in banana leaf.  The foods are basically the same, but I think the flavorings are the biggest difference.  Plus I have this feeling that Thai incorporates different flavor sensations ie spicy sweet salty sour more in a single dish so the combinations can be rather startling to the uninitiated Westerner, whereas Filipino tends to be very sweet or very hot or very sour.  On the other hand, I could be totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my fantastic weekend from two weekends ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I had to work Sunday and so I had Monday and Tuesday off.  Wasn't a terrible weekend but I am looking forward to the 29th when I go back to Richmond and cook Filipino food for all of Grace's friends that I met at the brunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8157233422913688903?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8157233422913688903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8157233422913688903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8157233422913688903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8157233422913688903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/possibly-best-weekend-ever-pt-2.html' title='Possibly the best weekend ever pt 2'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5761842152732404269</id><published>2007-07-17T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:14:21.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possibly the best weekend ever pt 1</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted anything about what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weekends ago I went to Richmond and had a faaaabulous time with Grace.  As usual, I suppose, but this time was rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we had to get up for church on Sunday where the Unitarian Universalist church was having a special service from their writers group.  Instead of a regular service they recited their poems and short stories.  I liked many of them; they were charming, funny, and inspiring.  One was kind of angry and scared me a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church we went to a "young adults" group brunch held at the house of one of the members.  There are quotations on that because they're not really all that young.  I think you just have to be older than 18 but not yet retired.  They call themselves the Young and the Restless.  Anyways they were fun and interesting and the food was delicious.   And I got to talk about beading and even got buttons for more projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beading came up, by the way, because Grace was wearing my latest creation of three rather eclectic strands of freshwater pearls.  Did I take a picture? Of course I didn't.  But the earrings aren't yet made either, so maybe then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we stopped by Target so I could buy a swimsuit (the horror!) and Grace and I went swimming (more like standing around in water) at her parents' house while Andrew and their friend Erin went golfing.  Did I mention it was like 90deg?  Yeah, swimmin's much better than golfin'.  Plus it was nice to chat with Grace's family.  But then Grace's dad pulled out a &lt;a href="http://www.cartalk.com/content/puzzler/transcripts/200726/index.html"&gt;puzzler &lt;/a&gt;from Car Talk and we couldn't stop thinking about that darn problem all day.  Grace did figure it out some way I don't understand (she's a mathmagician!) but then in the middle of the night I figured out how to solve it like a geneticist would (ratios and such).  We're great geeks, I tells ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Andrew and Erin were done baking...er golfing, we all went to a Mexican restaurant.  The food was good, especially the complex and aromatic red enchilada sauce.  We planned to go to Bev's for homemade ice cream, but it was already closed.  Probably a good thing considering I was stuffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got home and while Grace and Andrew went to bed, I stayed up and watched the 4th Harry Potter movie which for some reason I had never gotten around to watching.  I liked that one very much and now I have officially been sucked in and am now reading the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did more that weekend, but I'll post the rest later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5761842152732404269?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5761842152732404269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5761842152732404269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5761842152732404269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5761842152732404269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/possibly-best-weekend-ever.html' title='Possibly the best weekend ever pt 1'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-818885754249359719</id><published>2007-07-11T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:42:16.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd YouTube</title><content type='html'>If you have the stomach for it, &lt;a href="http://www.wired.com/science/discoveries/magazine/15-07/st_youtube"&gt;check &lt;/a&gt;out the Dissection of a E12.5* mouse and removal of embryos; it's what I used to do. Although, I would have done things a little differently- you don't need scissors to get embryos out of a uterus.  Also, watching him plate the neural precursors has me yelling at the screen, "I can't believe you just dropped that lid! Why are you crossing your arm over your open plate??!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...nerd = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*12.5 day old embryo, roughly corresponds to a 46 day old human embryo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-818885754249359719?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/818885754249359719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=818885754249359719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/818885754249359719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/818885754249359719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/science-methodology-demonstrations-on.html' title='Nerd YouTube'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1693600780428783911</id><published>2007-07-05T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T01:30:57.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy cat</title><content type='html'>Butters, my cat, used to live with me in Houston.  She'd sleep in my bed with me, especially on chilly nights. I sent her to live with my parents before I moved back because I didn't want her to have to travel in a car for three days when she can't even stand being in a car for three minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back home, Butters' usual sleeping place was a chair in the living room.  But in the past couple of weeks, she has come back to my bed every night.  Whilst I stay up, fearing insomnia has come back, the cat sleeps.  Back when I took classes and had homework to do in the wee hours of the morning, I'd nudge her awake because if I had to be up, so did she.  Now I just let her sleep because she looks so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think she likes me a lot again like she did when I was the only person in her life.  But I also think it has something to do with the recently relocated fish tank with the noisy water pump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1693600780428783911?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1693600780428783911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1693600780428783911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1693600780428783911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1693600780428783911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/sleepy-cat.html' title='Sleepy cat'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-127525170782819873</id><published>2007-07-04T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:11:54.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science museums aren't just for kids and James Watson sure is a prick</title><content type='html'>Very interesting &lt;a href="http://observer.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,,2115519,00.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;about how dumb we all are.  Also check out accompanying &lt;a href="http://observer.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,,2115569,00.html"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;to see how embarrassing it is to be so dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-127525170782819873?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/127525170782819873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=127525170782819873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/127525170782819873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/127525170782819873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/science-museums-arent-just-for-kids-and.html' title='Science museums aren&apos;t just for kids and James Watson sure is a prick'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2658511519366263005</id><published>2007-07-03T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:31:42.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>Today is the end of my three day weekend.   I have to work tomorrow on the 4th of July, but that is ok because getting paid more is nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we grilled zucchini that was grown in the backyard.  It was very good and I didn't die, so the whole growing stuff thing is going very well.  Of course after the plants were in the ground, I did very little to help them out because my parents have much greener thumbs than I.  But I have also eaten some of the squash blossoms in quesadillas and in omelets.  They don't have much of a taste but they are very pretty and are a nice alternative to spinach, I suppose.  Unfortunately, the blossoms have to be cooked the same day they're picked because they wilt really quickly.  But, there are plenty more blossoms on these gigantic plants, so hopefully soon I'll manage to fill them with cheese and fry them up like chile rellenos.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I also met up with Danyel who has started work in Rockville, yay!   We had plans to catch a movie today, but my whole weekend was delayed by the random power outage Monday from 2-10pm.  So today I had to do a bunch of laundry and just about everything else that requires electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I went to the YMCA Potomac Outlook in Ft. Washington for a yoga class using a free pass I printed out from their website. The teacher turned out to be the same woman who taught at the free yoga demo at Harmony Yoga, also in Ft. Washington.  The class was pretty good, though I still have issues with revolving triangle poses and the alignment of my feet and falling down.  My leg is sore now and applied some of what my mom calls 'hot and spicy'.  The rest of the world calls it Icy Hot. I guess that is what I get for not exercising for eons.  Good thing I did actually join the Y.  LOL, yes I do actually pay for stuff and not just try to get stuff for free. But it was nice that they waived the joining fee because they didn't know what it was supposed to be for this month.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again there are no pics because I kinda suck like that. Have a great Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2658511519366263005?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2658511519366263005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2658511519366263005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2658511519366263005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2658511519366263005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/07/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7591915527668939848</id><published>2007-06-29T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T23:50:44.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hauh hauh hauh!</title><content type='html'>I have a word stuck in my head.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Biomerieux"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the company that makes a nucleic acid isolation machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all been pronouncing it By-Oh-Mer-Ooo, like it rhymes with kangaroo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently the company rep stopped by for maintenance and we learned it was pronounced "Bee-Oh-Merry-Ooo". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I say it over and over in a snotty French accent and laugh in a snotty French accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7591915527668939848?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7591915527668939848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7591915527668939848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7591915527668939848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7591915527668939848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/hau-hau-hau.html' title='Hauh hauh hauh!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7956840764616993343</id><published>2007-06-27T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:40:45.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want</title><content type='html'>A car that runs on recycled vegetable oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A compact and long lasting battery for my electronic thingies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Mexican food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7956840764616993343?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7956840764616993343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7956840764616993343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7956840764616993343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7956840764616993343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-want.html' title='I want'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7190916113849775291</id><published>2007-06-27T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T23:34:28.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My boring life</title><content type='html'>For the past two days at work, we have been moving our lab from two spaces on the upper level and the lower level to one consolidated area on the lower level.  We had been sharing space with other departments and now we have our very own.  It's funny because I have moved in all three labs I have ever worked in.  I think I will have to add it to my resume: "experienced laboratory re-locator and organizational specialist". Or something like that. Unfortunately, I only know the workings of maybe 1/3 of what goes on in the lab, so I can't really say for sure what can go where, so I spend half the day wondering what I should be doing.  At the same time, we still have to try to get our real work done because it can pile up really fast. But of course, we first have to make sure everything is working correctly in the new space.  So, it's been a bit stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To combat stress in general, I've been trying to find a place to learn more yoga.  They offer yoga at work, but it is held once a week in the middle of my shift.  So if I am busy that day, I can't go.  But I'd like to see how it is and plus it's free!  I was planning to go today, but since the lab is still an unholy mess, I didn't.  However, on Saturday I am planning to go to a place in Virginia that is on the way to work.  They offer Ashtanga yoga but I'll be attending a variations class which probably means it isn't strictly Ashtanga, but it should be fun and not too hard. And last but not least, there is now a YMCA in Ft. Washington (near home) that offers yoga and I plan to check that out on Monday morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was week 3 of Weight Watchers. I skipped week 2 because I was feeling fat and lazy and slept in.  But I'm losing weight, albeit Sllllooooooowwwwwly.  I'm down 5lbs, a ton to go.  But it's not so bad considering my gluttonous four day weekend, going out to eat on Monday, and the bbq we had this past Sunday for my dad's birthday.  And it's not so bad considering I am still terrible about keeping track of my points.  I really hate counting Points or Calories. WW has two programs:1)the Point system where every food has a point value based on Calories, fat, and fiber and you are allowed a certain number of points a day based on your sex, age, and weight, and 2)the Core program which has a list of foods you can eat (bread is NOT one of them) and you eat as much as you want but have to be more conscious of when you are full (i.e. a 3 on a scale of 1-5, 5 being "Thanksgiving full".  I hate counting points because it makes me obsess. Plus, shouldn't I try to learn to stop on my own, and not when my calculator says I am done?  But also I hate being deprived of certain foods.  It only makes me want them more.  However, the one thing both methods have in common are the rules for healthy eating that is basically the recommendations the FDA hand out: don't skip meals, drink lots of water, eat fiber, dairy, protein, good fats, at least 5 fruits and veggies, and fit in at least 30 mins of cumulative exercise each day (I may be forgetting a couple more rules, but you get the picture).  It's stuff you hear all the time (and really I learned how to fit it all in during my stint with JC.  Granted, it is tons harder to not overeat when nobody else is pre-portioning every bite).  Many people abuse the Points system by thinking they can eat just junk food as long as they stay within their Points.   I am sure (and the idea is even supported by the WW rep) that as long as I follow the basic rules that everyone is supposed to be following anyway and keep mindful of when I am full, I can lose weight, even if it is slow. Going to the meetings to get weighed-in will be my motivation to stick with it. And this way, it hardly feels like a diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I made a pair of earrings and a necklace for myself, a necklace for Grace, a two necklaces for my mom.  Photos soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7190916113849775291?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7190916113849775291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7190916113849775291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7190916113849775291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7190916113849775291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-boring-life.html' title='My boring life'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-9193788326561524243</id><published>2007-06-21T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T02:45:53.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1764124" quality="best" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-9193788326561524243?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/9193788326561524243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=9193788326561524243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/9193788326561524243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/9193788326561524243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6181614589724083462</id><published>2007-06-18T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T17:23:10.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 day weekend</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of my 4 day weekend.  I had been working Sunday to Thursday but I am beginning my regular schedule of Tuesday to Saturday.  So I had Friday to Monday off this week.   I don't yet accrue vacation time so I had to take full advantage of this minivacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went shopping for summer tops.  I got a lot of good deals so it was lots of fun.  And I got my dad his Father's Day present of a couple of weekend shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, my parents and I went to Rehoboth Beach, DE.  I had never been before and it was very nice; not too big and very cute.  The weather was good but the water was still too cold so we just walked around.  There are a lot of neat little shops near the boardwalk and I'll definitely go back sometime soon, probably when the water is warmer (and I'm with people who actually want to go into every little cute shop with me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I had funnel cake and a hot dog and pie and greasy delicious pepperoni pizza?  After being good and eating healthily for the past week and a half or so, I was totally nauseas from overeating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do on Sunday?  I had dim sum. Because, you know, I'm disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, today, I got back on track and even made myself some baba ganoush.  I'm a little worried about stepping on the scale on Wednesday, but oh well, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I also went to a bead shop in Rockville (Rockville's got everything, I tell ya). Oh SO NICE.  It was a little weird at first because you aren't allowed to take your purse inside the store.  You have to leave it in the front room in a locker.  And since I've got the memory of a gnat, every five minutes I'd panic and think, "Oh my God, where's my purse?"  But the selection and the prices are very good.  I think I'll go to this Rockville store for my supplies that I don't buy online.  You know, every time I go into a bead store I hate the bead store I worked at more and more.  Ridiculous markup there, I tell you whut.  But anyways,  I bought some silver and other miscellanous supplies for the multiple projects I have waiting for me.  I wish I had more time to just veg and make stuff.  LOL, a 4 day weekend just isn't long enough!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6181614589724083462?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6181614589724083462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6181614589724083462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6181614589724083462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6181614589724083462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/4-day-weekend.html' title='4 day weekend'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-214715133992341352</id><published>2007-06-08T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:34:38.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>Remember back in September of 2005, I started Jenny Craig?  It was the first time I'd really made a sincere effort to lose weight.  It worked.  I lost nearly 30lbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I got lazy and gained 25lbs back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 10lbs I wasn't too concerned with.  Then the next 10lbs  came on really fast.  Too much Dessert Gallery!  The last 5 came back on rather slowly and I've lost it again and gained it back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept telling myself that "when I get a job, I'll start a diet.  I will be able to afford JC if I want to join back up again".   Which is ridiculous.  Why should I wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now have a job and no excuses.  I joined Weight Watchers at work on Wednesday.  I only found out about the meetings on Tuesday.  It was much like how I joined JC.  Just all of a sudden,  I decide to go on a diet.  I don't wait until Monday.  I just sign up.  Plus, the WW meetings at work started a new 18 week session on Wednesday and I assume I'd have to wait 18weeks if I wanted to join the next session, and that's way too long to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, since I joined up on a whim, I am so ill prepared.  While I do want to lose weight, I'm not all GUNG HO! (what the hell is a gung?  I know what a ho is, but I don't think that applies here...)  Perhaps it's because I don't have a diet buddy.  The meeting at work is attended by a rather large number of people and I felt kinda lost.  But I'm confident that will change.  However, I totally have not done my homework on this whole Points system.  It's math that is more complicated that adding.  With JC, it was all about keeping it under a certain number of Calories.  They made it super easy because they provide almost all of the food and you don't have to think.  But with WW you have to think on Day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I'm just following a JC kind of diet. Salads with lunch and dinner, keeping the bulk of each meal under 300 Calories, lots of water, trying to get in some milk and remembering to take my vitamins and omega-3s.   But the part I'm really working on is learning to stop eating when I'm satisfied.  Not when the food is all gone. Not when I'm "Thanksgiving full".  I'd really like to learn to eat and it's really why I didn't go back to JC, I think.  But I'm going to take today and tomorrow to figure out the point value of everything, so hopefully I can follow WW how it's supposed to be done and see how well that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I think the thing I want to get most out of going to these WW meetings is getting weighed in every week.   Shame is my motivation.  LOL...*sigh*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, after two days, even after not being too watchful of what I ate, I lost about pound.  So what if it's just water?!?!?! It's still a pound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-214715133992341352?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/214715133992341352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=214715133992341352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/214715133992341352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/214715133992341352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6116736030481208396</id><published>2007-06-02T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:26:26.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked people and fire</title><content type='html'>Goo and I had a great time in Richmond yesterday.  We arrived at Grace's in the afternoon and walked to Carytown.  We visited the always amusing World of Mirth where Goo got some wind-up chinese food. We also stopped by the very hip yarn store, The Yarn Lounge.  I loved that their knitted samples are wee little sweaters.  And of course, we went to the bead store, Bangles and Beads.  Oh My Goodness, what a fantastic store.  They had lots of great stuff at really good prices and it was just awesome in there.  I have a lot of beautiful projects to work on, which I'll post once they're made into something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Andrew and Grace's friend Erin and Erin's friend Jennifer for dinner at the New York Deli.  It's a fancy deli and I had a delicious plate of vegetable ravioli with a creamy walnut sauce.  The desserts were good, too.  Goo had a very dainty creme brulee that he ate as manly as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to our main event for the day: NAKED PEOPLE!  It was the Disrobed 2 event at Gallery 5.  There were roughly 25 people painted and on display.  There were a few performers? (they were just standing there) "dressed" in work clothes.  They looked like they were wearing clothes so they didnt' seem naked to me.  Actually all of the people fully painted gave the impression that they weren't really naked.  Most of the performers were part of this huge living mural with industry represented on one side and nature on the other (I don't know why industry is always represented as evil; that sort of annoys me). It was strange to me that as soon as a performer wanted to take a break, they would immediately wrap a towel around themselves and scurry off stage.  I suppose it is all relative to where you are.  Like, you can wear a bikini at the beach, but not in the office.   There was one woman who was completely painted, except for her left breast and that seemed very naked.  One display that I found really interesting was where three women on a stage were also being projected live on a tv screen above them.  It felt very taboo to watch them on T.V. but I was comfortable seeing them live in front of me.  In real life it's art.  On video, it's porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it was a really neat experience, I had a good time, and very glad I went.  It was really nice to go to an art event and discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the gallery fire dancers performed.  The line to get inside Disrobed was somewhat long so it was nice to have entertainment.  The coolest fire dancer was the girl with the flaming hula hoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RmIViOJqsoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X9U3Rgn8sgY/s1600-h/Fire+Dancer+Richmond+6-1-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RmIViOJqsoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X9U3Rgn8sgY/s200/Fire+Dancer+Richmond+6-1-07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071639808030978690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that was cool and all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Goo and I went to the Southern Maryland Pow Wow in Waldorf, MD. We got there just in time to see the Samoan dancers.  I was surprised but delighted to see that there weren't just area Native Americans performing. The Mosquito dance where the men slap themselves all over was pretty funny.  But the BEST was the fire dancer.  He had a 4ish foot stick lighted at one end and lit the other end WITH HIS HAND.  He brought one end to his mouth and HIS TONGUE WAS ON FIRE!!!!  He twirled that flaming stick so fast and threw it soooo high up in the air, it  was unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also other plenty of dancers in fantastic Native garb with feathers and bells and it was so fun to watch.  There were also lots of vendors and I bought a hand painted sarong from the Samoans.  I even helped make it!  We ate fry bread tacos that are basically incredibly good Chalupas :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a great weekend.  I think next weekend will be a lot quieter since Goo is going back to Cleveland tomorrow.  Anyways, I have so much jewelry to work on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6116736030481208396?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6116736030481208396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6116736030481208396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6116736030481208396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6116736030481208396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/06/naked-people-and-fire.html' title='Naked people and fire'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RmIViOJqsoI/AAAAAAAAAHA/X9U3Rgn8sgY/s72-c/Fire+Dancer+Richmond+6-1-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6754264782931165774</id><published>2007-05-30T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:49:28.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So many events, it's as though I have a life.</title><content type='html'>Friday, Goo and I went to the Museum of the American Indian on the National Mall.  We got there just in time to have lunch and join the 3pm tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE art and history and culture but in all honesty, usually the best part of any museum is the gift shop.  Granted I liked the gift shop; I even bought a dream pillow filled with a lot of nice smelling herbs.  But! at the Museum of the American Indian, the best part is the cafe!  They have foods from all over the Americas.  You can get a tamale from the south, a lobster roll from the northeast, buffalo from the plains, or even bass ceviche from...somewhere. Sure it's a bit pricey, but the museum and the tour are free, so it's fine.  Goo and I both got tamales and soup and aqua fresca.  Goo's chicken tamal was really good; the shredded chicken was so succulent, it was like pork.  Goo also got the shrimp and coconut soup and that was really good and a combination of flavors we had anever really had before.  I got a bean tamale and scarlet runner bean soup.  I was really craving beans, I think.  We don't eat many beans at home because they are high in potassium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the museum was really neat and it was nice to get a tour of a new museum.  All the tour guides are American Indian/Native American/First Nations/etc.  Our tour guide was from Arizona and is half Navajo and San Carlos Apache.  It's strange to go to a new museum on the mall having grown up in the DC area and gone on a million field trips to the Mall as a child.  I was particularly impressed at the bead exhibit and the insanely intricate beaded dresses.  Having done a little bead work with small beads, I can't even imagine how long it would take to completely bead a shirt.  One really interesting point is the name of the museum.  The name was given by Congress in 1989 when the act for the museum was approved.  Remember back in '89 when "American Indian" was the PC term?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Donna and her husband Vinnie came to visit and it was very good to see them.  I didn't really spend much time with them because I had to work Sunday and on Memorial Day Monday I drove down to Richmond to spend it with my best friends Grace and Danyel.  Danyel actually lives in Philadelphia but had an interview in Richmond on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a teensy bit worried about my friend worlds colliding, but it was all for naught because I think Grace and Danyel got along very well.  Especially once they started talking about Lost.  I was twiddled my thumbs at that point because I do not watch Lost.  Yes, I am sure it is a good show. Somebody get me the DVDs.   Seriously though, all y'all Lost fans iz cuh-razy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a jammed pack day of crafty funness.  We walked Carytown looking for all the stores that were open on Memorial Day.  Luckily one bead shop was open and Bwahahahah!!! Grace got sucked into the world that is beading and jewelry making!!!!  She bought a handful of strands and a really neat polished fossil for me to make something for her.  Soon she will be making her own jewelry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we went to mall because it has air conditioning and the Olsen house does not. When we were in Carytown we though we might go to a paint your own pottery studio but it was closed.  But there was one at the mall and it was open!  So CRAFTY!   And it is actually another craft that Danyel and I have done before but was new for Grace!  Join the crafting cult! I mean, uh, movement? Hopefully our pieces will be finished and glazed by Friday because I am planning to go back to Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace keeps telling me I need to move to Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for Friday is a trip to the Gallery 5 Disrobed 2 exhibit.  Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.gallery5arts.com/_disrobed__nude_art_exhibition"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.  NSfW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to go to the 25th annual Southern Maryland Pow Wow on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again soon and hopefully this time I'll have photos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6754264782931165774?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6754264782931165774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6754264782931165774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6754264782931165774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6754264782931165774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-many-events-its-as-though-i-have.html' title='So many events, it&apos;s as though I have a life.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7381246483929242006</id><published>2007-05-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:32:25.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't lose your photos!</title><content type='html'>Since I have many a photo on Yahoo! Photos and this news from Target Photos (partner of Yahoo! Photos) caught me by surprise, I wanted to let all y'all know:  Yahoo Photos is shutting down in the fall to concentrate on Flickr.  Later this summer Yahoo! Photos will remind you to choose another photo repository like Flickr or Shutterfly or Photobucket, etc. and they'll do all the work for you.  So don't ignore those emails from Yahoo! lest you lose all your precious memories!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7381246483929242006?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7381246483929242006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7381246483929242006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7381246483929242006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7381246483929242006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-lose-your-photos.html' title='Don&apos;t lose your photos!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-197094458475273328</id><published>2007-05-18T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T02:51:14.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is hard</title><content type='html'>Just kidding.  It's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only hard part was the fact that the guy training me had to go out of town this weekend and so he scheduled himself for four long days instead of five regular days.  The first three were fine, noon to 10:30pm. But then on the fourth day he was catching his flight at 5:30pm and so had to come into work at 4AM and left work at about 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hells no, I didn't go in at 4AM after getting home at 11:15pm.   Instead, I did a couple of 5 hour days with someone else in the lab and finished off my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got my three work issued lab coats this week.  The rooms where I work have numerous machines and get very hot.  My lab coats have elasticized cuffs and are not made of a very breathable material, so it's not going to be very comfortable.  On top of that I have latex gloves and sometimes I wear disposable sleeves.  I need to get some astronaut underwear, the kind with a cooling system sewn inside.  By the way, wearing disposable sleeves makes me feel like doing the rumba and shouting "Babaluuuu! "  Not that they're frilly and ruffled...just that, well...I'm a big weirdo.  And I think the people at work may be realizing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rk1YWeJqsmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SzJHwVNBv8A/s1600-h/sleeves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rk1YWeJqsmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SzJHwVNBv8A/s320/sleeves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065802298935652962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rk1Z0-JqsnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7_lWAKrrmZg/s1600-h/ruffled+costume.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rk1Z0-JqsnI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7_lWAKrrmZg/s200/ruffled+costume.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065803922433290866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Babaluuu!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday is tomorrow!  Gem and Jewelry show is also tomorrow!  Yay!  Dangerous combination, but YAY anyway! My mom has the day off and she's going to go with me.   It's funny (not haha, but hmmm, interesting) that I have to actually pick up my check tomorrow (direct deposit hasn't kicked in yet) and the show just happens to be just down the street from work.  It's also funny that I seem to either live or work within five minutes of a gem and jewelry show convention center.  Still not funny haha, but I'm still laughing at the dude with the sleeves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-197094458475273328?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/197094458475273328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=197094458475273328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/197094458475273328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/197094458475273328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/05/work-is-hard.html' title='Work is hard'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rk1YWeJqsmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/SzJHwVNBv8A/s72-c/sleeves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5776837784366055864</id><published>2007-05-12T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T00:44:14.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newbie</title><content type='html'>And so ends the first week at my new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my trainer is from Houston and actually worked a couple of floors above me for a little while.  I think I recall seeing him in the break room once.  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being trained to do a particular kind of experiment and that is going well.  Nothing totally new.   My biggest challenge is just getting used to the new environment and remembering the little details of the protocols so that I can work efficiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going from academic research to clinical for-profit is probably my biggest adjustment.  I have to clock-in and out now and have to be mindful of my hours.  So that means I have to get work finished before the end of the day;  I can't just keep working until the work gets completed nor leave if there is not much to do.  Also,  I don't think anybody cares if I understand what I am doing.  All I have to do is put the right samples in the tubes with the predetermined amounts of solution, stick them in some machines that are already preprogrammed and report the results.  Now I am beginning to understand how someone could have lab experience and yet arrive in grad school without knowing how to make a properly diluted solution.  Everything is already figured out.  It's like making cake from a box;  you could probably make a few mistakes and it would still turn out okay.  But honestly, the best thing in this industry is that since there are such high volumes of samples coming in, we have machines!!! that do a lot of the work for us.   Machines are fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule is currently synch'd with my trainer's so I don't really like it.  I have to work Sundays and have a bunch of ten hour days because my trainer is going out of town.  But I don't foresee having any problems with this bit of training so I hope to be on my own schedule very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work a strange second shift that most departments in the building do not have.  Which means when I take my lunch/dinner/supper?/food break at about 5pm, there really isn't anyone in the cafeteria.  And my department is kinda small.  Lonely and sad little lunch. or Dunch? Linner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find me some friends around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5776837784366055864?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5776837784366055864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5776837784366055864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5776837784366055864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5776837784366055864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/05/newbie.html' title='Newbie'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8350835222767984662</id><published>2007-05-07T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:46:08.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did ya notice?</title><content type='html'>I updated the layout a wee bit and added my favorite websites over there on the right of the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun wasting your time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8350835222767984662?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8350835222767984662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8350835222767984662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8350835222767984662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8350835222767984662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/05/did-ya-notice.html' title='Did ya notice?'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7182985228962674610</id><published>2007-05-07T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T22:42:54.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day at my new job.  I'm a bit stressed because of anxiety of starting something new but the people are so far very nice and it seems like a nice place to work.  Today  was pretty boring because it was only orientation.  And I still have another day of orientation tomorrow.  I should be in bed now since these orientation days are scheduled from 8:30am to 4:30pm.  This also means an average of 1hr 15min in rush hour traffic each way.  FUN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until I work my regular hours from noon to 8, but I'm not sure when that will happen because I have to be trained in the lab while those who will be training me are in the lab.  So that actually might be 6am to 2pm!!!! Nighttime!  But as long as I don't have to drive during rush hours, I don't mind too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I suppose it's finally sinking in that I have a regular job.  Being "hired" for that last job and not getting it really threw me for a loop because I keep having this feeling that this job is going to dissolve for no reason at any time.  Having a job is something you may tend to take for granted after a while.  But ya never know when you're gonna be out of one.  It didn't really help that pretty much all we talked about in orientation today was the many ways you could get fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my last day at the bead shop.  I couldn't leave without buying SOMETHING, so I bought some supplies for a Mother's Day gift.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rj_t0RW9zWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tftCTwJqMK0/s1600-h/DSC01076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rj_t0RW9zWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tftCTwJqMK0/s320/DSC01076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062025988456435042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This photo needs cropping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is a bracelet made of "pearls" knotted (I taught myself to knot!) on gray silk thread with matching earrings.  The beadcaps and toggle clasp are sterling silver.  Black diamond Swarovski crystals with an aurora borealis coating top each beadcap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I stopped by a Craft Fair in Cheltenham to check out if there was anyone selling jewelry.  There were a few.  I wasn't impressed so I didn't buy anything.  One of the jewelry makers recognized me from the bead store.  The one really interesting thing at the fair was the person selling an abundance of fake display food.  Donuts, cakes, pies, even crabs in a bucket and a platter of fish with fries.  I don't know why the general public would want fake food, but I was really tempted to buy a fake donut for no reason.  I did however buy a real apple dumpling.  And since I got there late and the fair was about to end, I got a second one for free :). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7182985228962674610?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7182985228962674610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7182985228962674610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7182985228962674610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7182985228962674610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/05/first-day.html' title='First Day'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rj_t0RW9zWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/tftCTwJqMK0/s72-c/DSC01076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5897105689010281095</id><published>2007-04-27T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T20:28:09.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Today I heard back about the Job and I got it! :)  I'm still a little nervous because I've been offered a job before and not gotten it in the end.  So ,I'm still sort of holding my breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes! A real JOB! With real money (not so much the first year, but that's fine!  It's like a bajillion more than I'm making now.  Seriously, a bajillion) and real benefits (not starting until July, but that's ok too!  because now I've got insurance only to cover me if something horrendous happens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have orientation in a little over a week, so, sorry to my best friend, I cannot come visit.  But I'll come visit as soon as possible.  I have a lot of visiting to do.  My "weekend" will be Sunday and Monday which is cool because I don't like Saturday crowds when I run my errands.  Also, my regular schedule will be very nice because it's second shift and I will avoid rush hour both ways and don't have to get up early!  It's basically the slacker schedule I kept in Houston, so it's perfect!  And I may be able have it so the company will pay my tuition when I go back to Houston to complete the bane of my existence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss at the bead shop will find out about my resignation tomorrow.  A few weeks ago she wondered if I wanted to be a manager.  Hmmm...no. Sorry.  Flattered, but no.  I do wish I knew someone who could replace me.  But I don't really know anybody around here. LOL....*sigh*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have learned some things at the bead shop.  I learned not to shop at bead shops.  LOL.   Seriously, I had a lot of time to really think about retail markups.   And I learned some neat techniques that I would have previously never considered.  Like chain mail (maille?)  Finally! an interesting (albeit expensive) technique perfect for boy jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am happy to be leaving retail and going back to meaningful science where I can do PCRs and load gels whilst standing in my weird little Sumo stability stance (feet spread, elbows on the bench. Don't laugh at me).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5897105689010281095?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5897105689010281095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5897105689010281095' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5897105689010281095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5897105689010281095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6658149091445941998</id><published>2007-04-26T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:50:53.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol</title><content type='html'>I'm not a big fan of cats.  I don't own cat knickknacks.  I have a cat, but I only like her juuuust enough to keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love lolcats.  If you don't know, lolcats are cute photos of cats (also other animals such as rabbits, dogs, and walruses) with captions.  The caption is often in some form of Engrish and the spelling is phonetic.  You can find them at http://icanhascheezburger.com and other places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFjxBW9zRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nOdux7jSGqo/s1600-h/i-can-has-cheezburger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFjxBW9zRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nOdux7jSGqo/s320/i-can-has-cheezburger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057933550343277842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure why I like these so much.  It's a giant waste of time.   I guess I like the clickability of it all and once in a while I find one that makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFkWhW9zSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gjYB65ES3N4/s1600-h/lolsloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFkWhW9zSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gjYB65ES3N4/s320/lolsloth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057934194588372258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love sloths.  Except for their algae fur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFmABW9zUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qYNfA-AxHo8/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFmABW9zUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qYNfA-AxHo8/s320/cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057936007064571202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would NEVER do something like that...never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a freaky one:&lt;br /&gt;If Kane, the short legged dog, and Butters, the cat loaf, mated!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFmVhW9zVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D5JIBwk7hm4/s1600-h/oh-hai-does-you-has-new-legs-4-meh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFmVhW9zVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D5JIBwk7hm4/s320/oh-hai-does-you-has-new-legs-4-meh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057936376431758674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do not condone crappity ass spelling unless you are an animal.  If you are an animal, good job on learning to read and type and add text into your photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6658149091445941998?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6658149091445941998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6658149091445941998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6658149091445941998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6658149091445941998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-big-fan-of-cats.html' title='Lol'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RjFjxBW9zRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nOdux7jSGqo/s72-c/i-can-has-cheezburger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8000674238408218604</id><published>2007-04-26T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T19:50:08.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm not watching T.V, I'm thinking about T.V.</title><content type='html'>I miss the old Food Network.  The one where chefs cooked and taught stuff and it wasn't all about being a celebrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Network Awards?  Really?  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still watch Good Eats (when it ISN'T one that I have seen 10 million times) and Ace of Cakes (but really just for snippets Geoff's dry wit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I can't chat about American Idol because I can't stand to watch it.  I will gladly say Sanjaya, though, because it sounds nice.  SanJaaaaaaaaayyyyyyahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the Queen of Geek T.V.  I watch tons of PBS, Mythbusters, Deadliest Catch, and Survivorman, Bizarre Foods, No Reservations.  That's reality T.V., right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I may be watching too much Deadliest Catch.  Scary drowning nightmares.  But Mike Rowe's voice is getting to be quite soothing to me.  I'd watch Dirty Jobs if it weren't all about poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I stop watching Medium?  I really don't understand how Patricia Arquette won that Emmy for Best Actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Heroes, but I hate how they make you wait weeks and weeks between shows just so that they have exciting stuff to show during May sweeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Tivo.  I'd record everything during the season and just watch it all at once.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8000674238408218604?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8000674238408218604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8000674238408218604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8000674238408218604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8000674238408218604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-im-not-watching-tv-im-thinking.html' title='When I&apos;m not watching T.V, I&apos;m thinking about T.V.'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5363677255477829769</id><published>2007-04-24T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:32:04.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's happening! (remember that show?)</title><content type='html'>My, it's been a while since my last post.  Well, nothing fabulous has really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad things in the world have happened, specifically in Blacksburg, Virginia.  All I can say is that it is very, very sad and I'm very, very tired of senseless things happening.  So, here's my request: Evil of the world, please cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll do it, don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents went out of town and have come back.  While they were gone, I held the fort with the dog and cat and fishes.  It was nice to be alone except for one night when the dog barked at something across the street and I swore I heard someone at the door.  Spooky!  Other than that it was fine and I ate rice! and things with tomato sauce! (stuff my dad can't really eat due to his diabetes and medications that make his potassium too high). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the job front, I got a call last Thursday from the human resources lady telling me that the molecular oncology position was OK'd.  You see, the director of the department just saw my resume and wanted to hire me even though there was no actual position to fill.  So they had to make a position for me. Now I must wait while that position is posted internally in the company for one week.  I'll find out if I have job on Thursday.  I really hope nothing gets screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told my current boss that there is a chance that I would be taking a new job in May.  So, she decided not to offer the ring class that I would have taught.  I suggested that I could teach another employee how to do it, but she decided against it.  Which is actually fine by me.  I was a little sad to be letting out the secret to making these rings since I spent plenty of time figuring it out on my own.  Plus I felt kinda bad because it's not like it was my original design to begin with.   Getting paid to sell someone else's idea is not a good idea.  But I have no problem teaching techniques for free.   I could never run this business.  I would never run a bead shop business anyway. It's really dull.  Selling jewelry on the other hand would be fun and creative.  But selling inventory? Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably post more after Thursday.  Hopefully something good. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5363677255477829769?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5363677255477829769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5363677255477829769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5363677255477829769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5363677255477829769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-happening-remember-that-show.html' title='What&apos;s happening! (remember that show?)'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7167797244104886598</id><published>2007-04-11T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:59:21.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickle</title><content type='html'>On the 5th I told y'all that I had an interview for a cytogenetics position.  I still haven't heard back from them, but I knew it would take at least 6 to 10 days to even have the background check done.  However, I got a call from the molecular oncology department in the company.  The director said that my resume "jumped off his desk when he saw it".   Turns out he is from Houston and we know a lot of the same people.  He gave me all these reasons why I should consider his department instead of cytogenetics, and basically left me in a pickle.  I don't know what to do.  So, tomorrow I am going to see his lab and compare the two jobs.  I will keep in mind however, that I don't have either job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn this world with no guarantees!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7167797244104886598?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7167797244104886598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7167797244104886598' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7167797244104886598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7167797244104886598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/pickle.html' title='Pickle'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-882392142110610222</id><published>2007-04-11T15:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:45:25.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cracked Eggs</title><content type='html'>The day after Easter my mom and I bought candy 50% off.  I hadn't had ANY Easter candy all season.  I just wasn't in the mood. But since it was on sale, I got some jelly beans and Cadbury mini eggs, in milk and dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some jelly beans and tasted a few dark Mini Eggs, and thought, "Ok, I won't binge on sweets.  I can make this last a while.  Cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I had a milk chocolate Mini Egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear LORD those are fiiiillled with crack.  Pure, unadulterated crack.  I can't have just one.  Thank God they only come out during the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've mentioned Mini Eggs before on this blog, but DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crack, I tells ya, they's filled with crack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-882392142110610222?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/882392142110610222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=882392142110610222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/882392142110610222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/882392142110610222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/cracked-eggs.html' title='Cracked Eggs'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6937729215205238496</id><published>2007-04-08T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T10:08:33.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>The snow melted shortly after I wrote about it, so I didn't get any pictures.  However, it still appears to be snowing, almost.  It's windy and the white petals from the pear trees that line the street are falling and sprinkling the ground in patches of white.  It's still quite chilly outside so unfortunately all the ladies with their new pastel Easter dresses had to cover them up with big winter coats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all have a nice Easter, or at least a very nice Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6937729215205238496?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6937729215205238496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6937729215205238496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6937729215205238496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6937729215205238496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1560697449582495963</id><published>2007-04-07T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T07:19:46.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>FREAKIN' SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is SNOW on the the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is snow on the trees, on the ground, all over the freakin' place.  Well, not the roads.  BUT STILL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tells ya, this place is a'drivin me a'crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1560697449582495963?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1560697449582495963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1560697449582495963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1560697449582495963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1560697449582495963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1612297559971765697</id><published>2007-04-06T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:40:11.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>It's so cold for April. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some weeks ago I planted summer squash (for the blossoms) and heirloom tomato seeds in a tray.  Last week when it was sunny and warm I placed the seedlings outside in the shade to let them get used to the big, big world. I started digging a plot for the seedlings.  I only got about a rectangle 6ft x 3ft dug up.  It sort of looks like a really shallow grave for a skinny person. I mean, reaaaallly shallow.  I only dug up the grass, so it's about 6inches deep.  And I didn't even start mixing the soil and such and such to put in the plot.  I didn't get terribly far because I was doing this alone on a Monday (I work on the weekends) and I am kinda lazy and whiny when it comes to yard work.  There are worms, people and they are icky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's cold.  I brought the seedlings back inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever really grown vegetables so I'm pretty excited about the whole prospect of having vegetables you can't easily find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you random cold weather!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1612297559971765697?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1612297559971765697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1612297559971765697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1612297559971765697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1612297559971765697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6111501995255998689</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:30:24.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flute</title><content type='html'>I'm usually not a fan of the flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=59ZX5qdIEB0&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ehellifiknowblog%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6111501995255998689?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6111501995255998689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6111501995255998689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6111501995255998689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6111501995255998689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/flute.html' title='Flute'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1394784917847268164</id><published>2007-04-05T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:40:36.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The eye of the beholder</title><content type='html'>I do not consider myself very attractive.   I'm much too pillow-like.  I've got awful skin.  My calves are too big and I think I may have giant man hands with kielbasas for fingers.  My hair often resembles a topiary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today in the store a woman asked me what my nationality is and then said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you that woman is going to heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1394784917847268164?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1394784917847268164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1394784917847268164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1394784917847268164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1394784917847268164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/eye-of-beholder.html' title='The eye of the beholder'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-402235538742043998</id><published>2007-04-05T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:28:52.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeful</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had an interview for a cytogenetics job.  It went okay I suppose.  You never can tell.  I tend to replay things in my head and wish I had said something more intelligent or eloquent, but I do not yet have the power to go back in time.  Anyways, crossing fingers and toes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening I went to a free yoga class.  It focused on stress relief and meditation.  While we did do a few asanas,  most of the time we lied under blankets with our eyes closed and visualized stress being washed away into the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so flaky, huh? I had a hard time paying attention.  I just know the woman next to me started snoring and I was concentrating so hard on breathing deeply I gave myself a headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaky or not, it is for that very reason that I want to learn to meditate.  I have such a hard time clearing my mind sometimes.  Like I mentioned, I replay situations in my head, sometimes obsessively so.  I worry a lot and get very anxious. And just forget about it if I haven't had enough sleep.  Basketcase = me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to meditate has been on my mind for the past few weeks as I have been reading Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.  I mentioned this book in a previous post. I am taking such a long time to read it because I know once I finish it I will be sad that it is over (kinda like flan. mmmm...flan).  In other words, I like it. In the second third of the book,  Gilbert goes to India to learn to pray and get closer to God.  While I don't have such ambitions, I do relate to the author in her desire to learn to let go (sincerely, and not just repress or ignore things), live with an open heart, and most of all be happy. I'll let y'all know if I ever figure out what all that means and how to do it.  Don't hold your breath though, I hear it's a lifelong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Before you think this book is totally zen flaky granola earthy crunchy, keep this in mind: Elizabeth Gilbert's life is also the basis for the movie Coyote Ugly.  Interesting, no?  I also hear that Eat Pray Love might be turned into a movie starring Julia Roberts.  I really hope that doesn't suck.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-402235538742043998?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/402235538742043998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=402235538742043998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/402235538742043998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/402235538742043998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/04/hopeful.html' title='Hopeful'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2434588964699774087</id><published>2007-03-29T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T22:00:40.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swirly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rgx2aZoiH6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sMoa3oZwF9s/s1600-h/DSC00953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rgx2aZoiH6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sMoa3oZwF9s/s320/DSC00953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047539478305054626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really like this ring because it's a rather clever use for a very pretty button.  It would have been cooler if the green swirly etched button had been made of glass, but when is the last time you saw a button made of glass? I got the button at JoAnn's and I used inexpensive copper craft wire for the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was inspired to make this after seeing some stacked button rings online.  Of course the way they take the pictures makes it impossible for you to see how they made it, but I figured it out and was sort of surprised how easy it is.  I showed it to the ladies at work and was asked if I wanted to teach customers how to make it. I'm not sure how well a wire wrapping novice would do, so I said I'd have to think about it to get the logistics down.  When I make stuff, it's all, "oh use a some of this and tweak it a little that way so it looks okay".  I may tend to waste material (which is why I used the craft wire and not sterling silver) but it is SOOO satisfying to figure it out on my own.  But I suppose if you're paying me to teach you something, you'd want a little more structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I posted a ring I made back in May, I bought a ring mandrel.  It's a long tapered wand marked with ring sizes.  It made keeping the ring the right size a lot easier. But if you have a dowel or something the same size as your finger, you can use that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The button I used is about 3/4" so the ring is rather large and frankly, verging on the edge of crazy bead lady. But you can always use smaller buttons or beads or if you want to be crazy bead lady you can stack a few buttons to make it even bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working out how to make a ring from a pin back button and I'll post that when I have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2434588964699774087?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2434588964699774087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2434588964699774087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2434588964699774087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2434588964699774087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/swirly.html' title='Swirly'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rgx2aZoiH6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/sMoa3oZwF9s/s72-c/DSC00953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6328257124816795416</id><published>2007-03-28T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:02:31.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter crafts turn to Spring crafts</title><content type='html'>This is the scarf I finished the first day it turned warm.  Then it got cold again.   But now it's pretty hot.   So I guess regardless, I'm a little late in posting this picture.   On the left is the reverse side and on the right is the right side. The scarf measures about 60"x7" .  It has a tendency to fold down the middle and I'm wondering if I had used wool, instead of acrylic and had been able to block* it, this wouldn't have happened.  Also with wool blocking it would have let you really see the lacy pattern.  Oh well, next time.   At least I can put it in the washing machine.   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgsjaJoiH5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZA8EJUM_fVw/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgsjaJoiH5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZA8EJUM_fVw/s320/DSC00950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047166739568271250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*block = shaping or stretching out woolen garments by wetting or steaming them and drying them pinned to a mat or bed. Does not really work with synthetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the weather is warmer I don't feel the urge to knit as much.  So I turn back to my first craft hobby: jewelry making.  This is a set for Marivonne (who is doing FABULOUSLY on her weight loss "journey".  Do check out her blog to see how she's shrinking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgsfaZoiH3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZvA9cDnYb1E/s1600-h/DSC00945upright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgsfaZoiH3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/ZvA9cDnYb1E/s320/DSC00945upright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047162345816727410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please ignore the wrinkly bed sheet, lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago Marivonne had purchased some Swarovski crystals from Antiques, Beads, and Crafty People (crazy name!) in Pearland, TX for me to make something for her.  And for most of those months I didn't have all the materials to make something and I didn't have any clue as to what to do with the beads.  But since I now work at a bead shop, I used my employee discount to get a few findings and the perfect cloisonne beads to complete the set.  I couldn't find a clasp that I liked so I made an S-hook and loop with some wire, hammered them, and filed down any pointy bits.  I heard that it would make it stronger.  Plus I like how it looks.  I should get a little anvil and a hammer though.  For this I just used the flat tip of my crimping pliers, which would take WAY too long if I were hammering a lot.   Also, since I didn't have any gold filled headpins for the earrings, I made those also.  I flattening down the tip of a piece of wire and bent it 90deg. This is probably the most expensive thing I have made due to materials- gold filled* findings** and Swarovski crystals*** are pretty pricey.  In materials ONLY, the necklace is $25 and the earrings are $10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gold filled means that the outside of the material is gold and filled with some other metal.  It is NOT gold plated, and will not wear off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**findings are all the jewelry making materials (wire, hooks, clasps, etc) that are not beads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Swarovski crystals are glass with lead (32%) making them sparklier.  So do not put them in your mouth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6328257124816795416?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6328257124816795416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6328257124816795416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6328257124816795416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6328257124816795416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/winter-crafts-turn-to-spring-crafts.html' title='Winter crafts turn to Spring crafts'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgsjaJoiH5I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZA8EJUM_fVw/s72-c/DSC00950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2038322009048260942</id><published>2007-03-25T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:06:15.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgcMZg8tZeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xd8zdfrrBKE/s1600-h/BirdCupcakeClose-376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgcMZg8tZeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xd8zdfrrBKE/s320/BirdCupcakeClose-376.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046015539972761058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These would have been good to have for my birthday pie.&lt;br /&gt;(http://www.delight.com/Birdie-Birthday-Candle-Holders)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2038322009048260942?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2038322009048260942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2038322009048260942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2038322009048260942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2038322009048260942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/pretty-bird.html' title='Pretty bird'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RgcMZg8tZeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/xd8zdfrrBKE/s72-c/BirdCupcakeClose-376.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7854575137441186645</id><published>2007-03-20T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:13:44.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating</title><content type='html'>The past few days have been irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, my computer had a nasty virus.  The virus blocked me from buying antivirus software online as well as accessing any sort of webmail. Just kept getting that "cannot find page" page. I felt guilty for not updating my subscription to Norton, but even when I installed a new version that I had to actually buy in a store, not all of the problems had gone away.  I installed a free trial version of Spy Sweeper and that seems to have done the trick.  God help me I hope that doesn't happen again.  I think it screwed with Excel (but not any other MS Office software) and I'm hoping a reinstall will fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I've had a stomachache off and on for three days.  It's either a bug or I'm stressed out.  Not much is really going right these days so it wouldn't surprise me if it's the latter to blame.  I took a really long nap today hoping that I'd feel better afterwards, and I did, but it resulted in the fact that I'm wide awake at 3:40am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another irritation:  bad websites.  For example, I want to apply for a teaching fellowship for the public school system.  But their application page doesn't work. Tsk tsk tsk shoddy workmanship. That's public school for ya, I suppose. I'd laugh but it's actually pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog is being very irritating.  He keeps whining. And barking short little barks for no apparent reason.  And he stares at me while I eat.  It does not make for a very relaxing dining experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cat is getting fat.  That's not so much irritating as it is something else I have to be concerned about.  She was thin for a while but we realized it was because the dog kept eating her food. Now the cat food and litter box are behind a dog proof barrier made from an headboard from Goo's old twin bed.  The dog has short little legs so he can't get over it.  But anyways, now the cat is eating all of her food and getting pillow-like.  Plus I don't think she schedules in any exercise during the two or three hours in the day that she is not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleeping, I'm going to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7854575137441186645?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7854575137441186645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7854575137441186645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7854575137441186645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7854575137441186645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/irritating.html' title='Irritating'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2584872313855168063</id><published>2007-03-14T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T17:35:46.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday wrap up</title><content type='html'>Thank you all for wishing me a happy birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't all too excited about this birthday. This may be the first birthday that I feel old. I can't remember if I felt that last year. LOL I guess I'm getting old and forgetful. But, hey, what the hell? I'm how old now? And it doesn't help that I'm in this horrible sort of limbo right now. When my mom was 27 she had her first kid. And the nurses told her that she was OLD to be having her first! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But your calls and text messages and blog comments and IMs and ecards really cheered me up. Especially the ones sent at 1:59 or 3:14. Nerds rock. Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier the plan was to have two pies. But I only had 1 pie, blueberry, because there wasn't enough time to make the key lime. Oh well, once we're finished with this blueberry one, we'll make the key lime. While I might not like getting older, I don't mind extending the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think my mom or I have ever made a berry pie before. So I didn't know how long you had to cool it so that it would set up. FYI for all you out there, make sure your pie is completely chilled before sticking in candles. Hot filling + wax candles = molten wax in your filling. Oh well, still tasted good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041974883174785778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RfixcVYTIvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/572xH_TAd0g/s320/DSC00940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are there 27 candles there? They only stayed in the pie for a very very very short time because they were melting fast. Three candles in the middle. Three is the magic number. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the reason why there wasn't time to make another pie was that I went to a salon today. I got my hair cut. No appreciable change in length, just long layers cut in so that my head would stop being so triangular like that character in Dilbert. And I also had a facial. I have never had a facial before and it was more involved that I thought it would be. There was soothing music in a little room and blankets to lie under like when you get a massage. There was a lot of steam and a little tingling and the biting my tongue so I wouldn't laugh from feeling ticklish, but all in all it was really nice and left my face feeling clean all day long. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also this evening my parents and I went to a Mexican restaurant and I had a platter with a cheese chile relleno, fish taco, pork tamale, and beef enchilada. I also had a frozen margarita with a sangria swirl. Didn't finish. Too full. Bleh. The food was good, I suppose, for what it was, but you know...I'm much too far north and east. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that was my 27th birthday. Hope y'all had a nice day too :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2584872313855168063?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2584872313855168063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2584872313855168063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2584872313855168063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2584872313855168063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/birthday-wrap-up.html' title='Birthday wrap up'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RfixcVYTIvI/AAAAAAAAAFM/572xH_TAd0g/s72-c/DSC00940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4184177052400738293</id><published>2007-03-14T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:38:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pi(e) Day!!!</title><content type='html'>On the menu tonight, key lime pie and blueberry pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll need two pies to place 27 candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not really. The blueberry one is gonna be made with splenda so that certain diabetics can eat dessert, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4184177052400738293?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4184177052400738293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4184177052400738293' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4184177052400738293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4184177052400738293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-pie-day.html' title='Happy Pi(e) Day!!!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-243751777353448106</id><published>2007-03-13T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:53:18.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For those about to knit</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is boring unless you knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I was having an issue with finding circular needles that weren't short enough? Well, on knittinghelp.com (which I referred you to before) there is an instructional video on Magic Loop knitting. It's on the &lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/knitting/advanced_techniques/"&gt;advanced&lt;/a&gt; page which is why I hadn't read it. You CAN knit narrow diameter things on long circs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for magic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-243751777353448106?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/243751777353448106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=243751777353448106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/243751777353448106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/243751777353448106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-those-about-to-knit.html' title='For those about to knit'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3987157160410056951</id><published>2007-03-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:59:47.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words fail me</title><content type='html'>I work in a strip mall and today I was sitting at the teaching table at the front of the store near the big window.  A red Ford truck pulls up into a nearby parking space outside the store (obviously there is no parking IN the store).  This was no ordinary big red Ford pickup that litters the highways and dirt roads of backwoods Maryland and downtown Houston.  No, this one was special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not having my camera phone out before the guy left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strapped to the grill of his car was a mounted deer head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't quite hear what this poor deer was singing but it was motion activated and startled a few passing shoppers.  The head bobbed up and down and shook side to side as its mouth open and closed along to the song.  The hide didn't look terribly fake and the construction looked a bit homemade, so I am afraid that this man shot a deer and made himself an animatronic hood ornament.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3987157160410056951?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3987157160410056951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3987157160410056951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3987157160410056951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3987157160410056951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/words-fail-me.html' title='Words fail me'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-3660066212894647103</id><published>2007-03-03T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:22:43.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, what's up?</title><content type='html'>So I've been at my job at the bead store for almost a week now and it's going fine. Lots of inventory type stuff and of course working the register. It's a nice job for someone who puts their M&amp;Ms in color order before she eats them. Not that I do that. That would be cuh-razy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's probably all I'll say about work because I don't want to get &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;oi=spell&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;ct=result&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;cd=1&amp;q=define:+dooce&amp;amp;spell=1"&gt;dooced&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my last post it was snowing. That was Monday. Yesterday, Friday, the high temp was 63F and I saw daffodils blooming on the side of a sunny hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still been knitting, though by the time I finish my current project it will probably be hot. Right now I'm working on a lace pattern scarf from &lt;a href="http://www.knitty.com/issuespring05/PATTbranchingout.html"&gt;Knitty&lt;/a&gt; . I'm using "harvest red" Caron brand acrylic yarn because it's cheap but still feels nice. I've knit and tinked (reverse knit - undoing the stitches one at a time) and frogged (rip it! - completely unraveling) it so many times I finally understand what is actually going on in the pattern. And I am getting more and more comfortable with maintaining tension in the yarn. I'm a continental style knitter, FYI. That basicaly means I hold the working yarn in my left hand and never let go of the needles. The other style of knitting is english a.k.a. throwing where you hold the yarn in your right hand and let go of the right needle briefly to wrap the yarn around the needle. I think english is easier to teach to kids and it is actually the more popular style of knitting in the US, but continental is faster and more efficient. Nevertheless, it is recommended that a knitter should practice both styles to avoid repetitive stress injuries. Check out &lt;a href="http://www.knittinghelp.com/"&gt;knittinghelp.com&lt;/a&gt; for basics. But on how to properly hold yarn for continental knitting, check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XuRLFl36tDY&amp;amp;eurl="&gt;youtube video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wanting to learn to knit circles for hats and bags and socks that don't require putting pieces together and seaming. But knitting circles require circular needles (two needles joined with a cable at the bases) or double pointed needles, but have been unable to find appropriately sized ones at the craft stores. I have to find a local yarn shop. But in the meantime I got a crochet hook to make circles. Which technically means I have taken up another craft. However, I am having trouble finding good, clear online teaching resources and feel a little overwhelmed with the patterns that I don't understand. So we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an uncrafty note, I just bought a new paperback nonfiction book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Eat-Pray-Love-Everything-Indonesia/dp/0670034711"&gt;Eat Pray Love&lt;/a&gt; by Elizabeth Gilbert. I've only read a few pages of it but I already want to recommend it to everyone. I think in a very teeny nutshell it's about a woman trying to find what really makes her happy, not what everyone says should make her happy. In other words she's looking for Truth and she went to Italy, India, and Indonesia to do it. It sounds totally flaky but it's not! The book is really funny and witty. I'll let you know how the rest of it goes. But you all should read it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-3660066212894647103?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/3660066212894647103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=3660066212894647103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3660066212894647103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/3660066212894647103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/03/hey-whats-up.html' title='Hey, what&apos;s up?'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4396834597952714259</id><published>2007-02-26T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T01:21:04.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises</title><content type='html'>It snowed today! Big fat snow great for snowballs.  Where are my presents? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to church this morning and when we left the house it was lightly snowing/raining as predicted by the weather people.   But by the time mass ended, there were big chunks of fluff falling and about an inch on the ground. I guess we got about 2 or 3 inches total. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow was a little surprising because yesterday was very deceiving.  It was really clear and relatively warm.  I don't think anybody believed the weather people but then it turned out to be worse than what was expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was all nice and pleasant yesterday I drove up 301 to Bowie to a bead shop.  It's not the closest bead shop but in my opinion it's the easiest to get to.  The area of suburban DC that I live in doesn't have cool shops and boutiques.  You usually have to drive over the Potomac into Virginia or all the way on the other side of the beltway to Bethesda or Gaithersburg to find cool stuff.  The drive over to say, Alexandria, isn't so bad as long as there isn't traffic.  A 25 min drive at the wrong time of day turns into an hour of stress and road rage.  So I was really excited to find a bead shop that was just straight up the little highway and nearby where I used to work for my aunt in her pediatric office.  The shop is situated in a strip mall which is great because parking is simple, unlike in Old Town Alexandria where you have to park on the street or in a garage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shop is small and simple and fairly new and they offer lots of classes.  I left house not terribly excited about going to a bead shop when I knew I couldn't really buy anything, being that I'm broke and all that.  But I did get excited because they had a good selection of sterling silver wire and precious metal clay supplies.  And I was doubly excited because they had a "Help Wanted" sign in the window. And then I was quadruply excited when I got the job on the spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a part time retail deal but can you think of a more fun job for me? I start Tuesday.  Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*TV would like you to believe that it only snows on Christmas.  So when there's snow, there should be presents, right? RIGHT?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4396834597952714259?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4396834597952714259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4396834597952714259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4396834597952714259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4396834597952714259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprises.html' title='Surprises'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-6652041955685589271</id><published>2007-02-22T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T00:23:26.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I wear bags on my feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mEm4VY0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/a9IsdOeqYpA/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221819068244802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mEm4VY0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/a9IsdOeqYpA/s320/DSC00938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wazzat? A funky pumpkin? A boat? A knitting project gone horribly wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mFG4VY1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8Up5KTd2d78/s1600-h/DSC00936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221827658179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mFG4VY1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8Up5KTd2d78/s320/DSC00936.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No! It's a shoe! Or a sock. Or a slipper. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mFW4VY2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZFAQAwh_56w/s1600-h/DSC00937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034221831953146722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mFW4VY2I/AAAAAAAAAE4/ZFAQAwh_56w/s320/DSC00937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Actually there are two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These didn't take too long. Maybe a few evenings. They're called &lt;a href="http://www.knitwits-heaven.com/pocket_book_slippers.htm"&gt;pocket book slippers&lt;/a&gt; because they're built like little bags that you stretch out with your feet.  I used wool and threw them in the washer and dryer so that they'd shrink a little.  I'd like to throw them in again so they turn into felt, but I worry that I won't be able to stick my feet in them afterwards. Then I'd be stuck with little felt bags which isn't too bad, but my feet would be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-6652041955685589271?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/6652041955685589271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=6652041955685589271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6652041955685589271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/6652041955685589271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wear-bags-on-my-feet.html' title='I wear bags on my feet'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rd0mEm4VY0I/AAAAAAAAAEo/a9IsdOeqYpA/s72-c/DSC00938.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5500214958289522519</id><published>2007-02-14T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:44:14.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since we're uploading pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdOBLW4VYxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mlbwDlJFNM/s1600-h/cropped+drunk+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031507240823382802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdOBLW4VYxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mlbwDlJFNM/s320/cropped+drunk+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Who doesn't like a drunk baby? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031507958082921250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdOB1G4VYyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DVt4qJYcMQk/s320/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So I've been drinkin with my buddy Igor, I mean, Eeyore. What's it to ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031508503543767858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdOCU24VYzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/-n0clTRIAoc/s320/DSC00916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Haha! Just kidding! Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5500214958289522519?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5500214958289522519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5500214958289522519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5500214958289522519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5500214958289522519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/since-were-uploading-pics.html' title='Since we&apos;re uploading pics...'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdOBLW4VYxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3mlbwDlJFNM/s72-c/cropped+drunk+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-1111428822200492664</id><published>2007-02-14T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T16:32:53.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's crafty and she's just my type</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdN1W24VYsI/AAAAAAAAADI/KqI5BL5ij-M/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031494244252345026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdN1W24VYsI/AAAAAAAAADI/KqI5BL5ij-M/s320/DSC00921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brrrrrrrrrrrrr. It's cold. There was no power in the house from 7:30am to 1:30pm. As you can see the trees are covered in ice. A branch from a tree across the street fell and &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; nicked my car which was parked out on the street. Thanks to my dad, who stayed home today, all three cars are now parked in our driveway. My mom had the day off today anyway and woke me up this morning when she thought I might need another blanket. My room is in the basement which is usually FREEZING. Colder than cold. But I have a space heater, so my room was actually the warmest room in the house today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031496232822203090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdN3Km4VYtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/xoRrjZh2FoI/s320/DSC00923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Look! My bed and its snazzy new bed linens! And the wall under the ledge is "Jade Sea"! the window is covered with a bamboo roller shade that lets in a lot of light into the basement room. That circular yoga pillow was my Christmas present from Grace and is satiny like the linens. The bed is quite slippery now. Weee!!!! And look at that! The old lamp that used to be in the living room matches the room now! But what's even more impressive is the fact that my bed is made! Exclamations!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031497306564027106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdN4JG4VYuI/AAAAAAAAADY/GuaAP_n0XSI/s320/DSC00930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I even found a switchplate that matches. And it all coordinates with the curtains covering my closet. So matchy-matchy! I've gone insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what does a crazy girl with no electricity do when it's colder than a witches boobie? Knit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I don't even like to knit. But it's cold! And I've been watching too much DIY and reading too many crafting blogs (Crazy Aunt Purl and NotMartha).  Marivonne taught me how to knit in Houston but I guess in Houston the weather just wasn't right for knitting. While I love jewelry making because it's fast and you can wear jewelry in any weather, knitting is portable. And you can knit in bed under a bunch of blankets. I can't bead in bed or in a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to HATE crafting. Thoughts of the arts and craft shows at the Waynesboro Outlet Mall (now closed and used for fire fighting exercises until they build a Target) make me shiver with disgust (or is it just really cold? no, it's digust). But now I make jewelry and knit and will probably take up some other crafty thing. But you know with things like Stich 'n' Bitch and cooler people doing crafty things it's not so bad. Though I did have a Granny moment this morning in my "Amish" house, sitting by the fire and knitting while sitting in a rocking recliner. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031503044640334594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdN9XG4VYwI/AAAAAAAAADo/7p0GPhCKFLQ/s320/lamp+right+side+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's my scarf in progress under my new little Ikea lamp.  The color of the Red Heart Light and Lofty yarn is "pheasant" but I like to call it granola.  It has bits of tan, ochre, olive, and burgandy so it will match with all of my outerwear.  The loopiness is a bit difficult to knit for me, as this is just my second project ever (the first being a blue scarf), but I love it because it hides all of my mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed in the corner of the picture is another crafty thing.  I painted that bud vase at the Mad Potter in Houston, a paint your own pottery place.  The craftiness is overwhelming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-1111428822200492664?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/1111428822200492664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=1111428822200492664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1111428822200492664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/1111428822200492664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/shes-crafty-and-shes-just-my-type.html' title='She&apos;s crafty and she&apos;s just my type'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RdN1W24VYsI/AAAAAAAAADI/KqI5BL5ij-M/s72-c/DSC00921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-5196387709573719699</id><published>2007-02-09T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:25:24.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite thing right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finding a whole cookie in my cookies 'n' cream ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish they just had a tub of cold soggy cookies.  But I'm sure they'd market that better.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-5196387709573719699?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/5196387709573719699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=5196387709573719699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5196387709573719699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/5196387709573719699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/favorite-thing-right-now.html' title='Favorite thing right now'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-8370185606621864324</id><published>2007-02-04T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T18:25:24.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what it's like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net/comics/444/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Cyanide and Happiness, a daily webcomic" src="http://www.flashasylum.com/db/files/Comics/Dave/comicbiology.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyanide &amp;amp; Happiness @ &lt;a href="http://www.explosm.net"&gt;Explosm.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-8370185606621864324?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/8370185606621864324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=8370185606621864324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8370185606621864324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/8370185606621864324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-what-its-like.html' title='This is what it&apos;s like'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-345526987282327430</id><published>2007-02-03T03:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T03:09:17.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legendary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;President's Day is coming up...sometime... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across this weird video about George &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc9y5ayeeb4"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Washington&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Did you know that he never chopped down a cherry tree and said he could never tell a lie? Lies I tell you! All lies! But the stuff in this video...truth. All truth. (NSFW and it gets weird at the end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another one on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superdeluxe.com/sd/contentDetail.do?id=D81F2344BF5AC7BB72C32624E72B3CFF0DFFC49A6FCD178D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kennedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; . He was a robot! Just like Dick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lclane2/cheney.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-345526987282327430?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/345526987282327430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=345526987282327430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/345526987282327430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/345526987282327430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/legendary.html' title='Legendary'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-2303290447644857478</id><published>2007-02-02T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:18:34.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh and so clean clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the job search is at a low right now. I was bummed about not getting that job and then I found out one of the NIH mouse jobs I applied for was just flat out cancelled. I didn't hear back from the hiring agency about a phone interview that I did recently so I guess that was a bust, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did a few lazy searches for jobs but didn't really find much that would suit me. Just a big ol' bummer all around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stressfull and disappointing. (Where are my meds?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided to paint my room. I figured I needed a calming sanctuary and a fresh start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, I watched hours of DIY and HGTV, especially the shows like Design on a Dime, Free Style, Decorating Cents, and Redesign. You know, the shows for people with no money. As I watched those shows I went to BHG.com and played with Arrange-a-Room about a million times. I ended up rearranging the furniture in the den. The den is very 1979 and has wood paneling that I will be painting over once I'm done with my room. I still have no idea how to arrange my room, but I don't need to figure that out until I'm done painting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyways, I then went to JoAnn's Fabrics and chose a fabric to be the "inspiration" for my bedroom. I bought a little less than 8 yards (almost the whole bolt) of "home decorating" fabric (30%off!) to use for curtains to cover my wide, shallow closet. The closet used to have metal folding doors but they broke a long time ago. The closet will not require all 8 yards so I might be able to make a throw pillow or two. I had to hold myself back and not buy the fabric with the crazy mod paisley design and reminded myself I was going for calm, not crazy. I did choose a medium to heavy weight cotton fabric that is light blue with white flowers that are outlined in grey and detailed in green. I figure I will use those colors as well as some soft yellow and splashes of bright red because it wouldn't be my room if there weren't some bright red. Kinda like this Mucha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027172748045506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RcQa-q_G1zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8u7ScCVRHz8/s320/mucha+summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Turns out, except for the red, I'm rather color trendy because Sherwin Williams has a color palate called "Balanced Living" that uses those colors &lt;a href="http://www.sherwin-williams.com/do_it_yourself/paint_colors/color_trends/2007/balanced_living.jsp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I took a swatch of the curtain fabric to Walmart and found a paint color that matched with the blue in the background. It's called "Jade Sea" and it reminds me of the color of the water in the Carribean - in some light it's green, in others it's blue, sometimes aqua or turqoise. So far I am about halfway done painting. Painting is fun at first, but like Goo said, "Painting walls is like pancakes. The first two are fun and easy, but then you just get sick of them." He painted his girlfriend's mom's basement/music studio last summer and had to use a bunch of different colors. I'm just using "Jade Sea" and bright white. I think if paint smelled like candy it wouldn't be half as bad. But it don't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I'm finished with the paint my mom and I will make the closet curtains and get some new window coverings. I'm thinking natural material roman shades or something would be good. We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am also planning to get some cool lights from Ikea and paint some vases. I have all of these clear glass vases that I got for cheap a long time ago and I think I'll paint them green or something to coordinate with the rest of the room. I also want an orchid. I can't keep a real one so I'll have to get a fake one. I once had a real one and it got aphids and aphids make me want to puke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want the bedding to be like sleeping in a marshmallow with lots of pillows and a down duvet. My parents and I went to a home show today at the Show Place Arena in Upper Marlboro and while they talked to vendors about hardwood floors and bathroom and kitchen remodeling, I got sateen 400 thread count 100% cotton sheets in creamy yellow for my queen bed for just $20! Yay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The furniture I have isn't very "zen" but I am not getting new furniture anytime soon so I'll have to make do. It's pretty traditional wood in a medium reddish finish. But a piece of furniture that I DO need is a desk chair. Finding a stylish chair that is also comfortable is going to be difficult. I don't want a typical leather or fabric office chair, despite how comfortable they are. They're kinda ugly. So if anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I've got most of my room done I'll post pics. I can't show y'all an unfinished room. I learned that from t.v. You might be skeptical in the beginning, but it'll all come together in the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-2303290447644857478?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/2303290447644857478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=2303290447644857478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2303290447644857478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/2303290447644857478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/02/fresh-and-so-clean-clean.html' title='Fresh and so clean clean'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RcQa-q_G1zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8u7ScCVRHz8/s72-c/mucha+summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4485168850510581341</id><published>2007-01-24T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:10:10.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite getting an offer a few weeks ago, I got a call from Digene's HR telling me that I didn't get the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's OK.  Now I can concentrate my time and effort on winning the lottery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4485168850510581341?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4485168850510581341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4485168850510581341' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4485168850510581341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4485168850510581341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/poo.html' title='Poo'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-7528373488815337900</id><published>2007-01-24T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:03:37.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Alexis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rbfu0ff6LhI/AAAAAAAAACY/ziy55NK1Hsk/s1600-h/DSC02776.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023746494931021330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rbfu0ff6LhI/AAAAAAAAACY/ziy55NK1Hsk/s320/DSC02776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Diva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last weekend my family threw a HUGE party for my niece Alexis' 1st birthday. It was held at the Jaycee's Community Center in Oxon Hill. The party went from 4 to about 9:30pm and about 100 guests attended. We had 12 round tables with 10 seats at each table, but I don't think every single seat was used and maybe one table wasn't used at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023743011712544258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rbfrpvf6LgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/U9SMmoj1y20/s320/DSC02799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's half the crowd watching the clown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023741929380785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rbfqqvf6LeI/AAAAAAAAACA/e8xf2-u-lT4/s320/DSC02798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's the other half, but there was still a table or two that didn't fit in the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arrangements for the party started back in March when it originally thought that Alexis would be baptized in Maryland and we would throw the big party for that. But full force preparations probably started a little over a month ago, shopping for decorations, steamer trays, plastic plates and cutlery, etc. etc. And food prep (chopping chopping chopping) started a week prior to the event. Food was also ordered from a Filipino restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what we served (* indicates cooked at home):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 whole lechon (roast pig)&lt;br /&gt;lechon sauce*&lt;br /&gt;12lbs of sliced roast hanger steak*&lt;br /&gt;30 cups of rice*&lt;br /&gt;pancit malabon*&lt;br /&gt;pancit canton/bihon mixed*&lt;br /&gt;chicken and hotdogs* (chicken, hotdogs, sweet peppers, potatoes in a tomato based sauce)&lt;br /&gt;2 kinds of mixed veggies&lt;br /&gt;300 halves of lumpia*&lt;br /&gt;100 veggie eggrolls&lt;br /&gt;spaghetti in meat sauce*&lt;br /&gt;macaroni and cheese* (modified america’s test kitchen recipe and freakin awesome. a kid even said it was the best macaroni he had ever had)&lt;br /&gt;two bags of rolls from Sam’s&lt;br /&gt;pizza rolls&lt;br /&gt;pigs in a blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolate fountain filled with 5lbs of Ghiradelli double chocolate&lt;br /&gt;strawberries, pineapple, marshmallows, poundcake, bananas&lt;br /&gt;¾ sheet double layer strawberry shortcake from Desserts by Gerard&lt;br /&gt;4 leche flan* (another 4 not eaten)&lt;br /&gt;puto&lt;br /&gt;sapin sapin&lt;br /&gt;kalamay&lt;br /&gt;cassava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soda&lt;br /&gt;water&lt;br /&gt;beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The venue had a kitchen so melting the chocolate and baking the finger food was done on site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The party started out a little rough because we didn't have enough time or hands to finish decorating on time. Thankfully some early guests and good friends helped finish. We had streamers, helium balloons, pink, purple, yellow, green, and white vinyl tablecloths with scattered confetti, and short carnation, daisy, and baby's breath centerpieces that were arranged by Rachel and me the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, not allll of the food was there when the guests arrived, nor was my mom, who was hurriedly trying to finish cooking and get dressed. At the beginning of the party, my aunt thought there was too much food. Was she wrong! In hindsite we should have had more pancit and probably more rice. AND more plates! My dad had to run out and buy more half-way through the party. But in the end it all turned out well. There were only a few leftovers and relatively lots of left over dessert. The cake was HUGE so lots of people went home with giant chunks of cake. So I think/hope everyone had enough to eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An hour and a half into the party, the clown arrived. His name was Teddy from Amazing Clowns. He made balloon sculptures (including bicycles!) for half an hour and did magic for the other half hour. I guess there were 10-15 kids at the party, but everyone was entertained. Three kids were especially entertained by the clown and were volunteers in the magic show. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023742474841632242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/RbfrKff6LfI/AAAAAAAAACI/HnZhj5o7YaE/s320/DSC02808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alexis, me, and Teddy the Clown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the clown left we hung up the pinata. It was shaped like a star and bought at a party supply store.  I decorated it further with curly ribbon and and glitter glue. The kids had a lot of fun busting that open with my Astro's mini-bat. And nobody got hurt! The kids also got goodie bags with candy and toys as well as top hats for the boys and tiaras and feather boas for the girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Did I mention we also had a DJ? Nobody really danced except the kids and my mom. I wanted to dance but by then I was BEAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was crazy to think that I would be totally stuffing myself with all that great food. There was WAAAAY too much to do. And by the time I ate at about 8:00 a lot of the food was GONE. Ah well, I was too tired to eat a lot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 8:45 I started clearing tables. We had to be out of there by 10pm. Clean up went well because we were all there to pitch in. Big thanks to the guests that helped clean up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the time we got home, I was SOOOO sore and tired and thirsty.  It took a couple of days to recover.  And now I'm achey from a cold.  But it's all over now and I think it went over very well.  A lot of people seemed to be pretty impressed and asked, "What in the world are you all going to do for her 16th birthday or wedding???"  I dunno, maybe we'll rent an island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-7528373488815337900?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/7528373488815337900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=7528373488815337900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7528373488815337900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/7528373488815337900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-alexis.html' title='Happy Birthday, Alexis!'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icR5vDWgOzg/Rbfu0ff6LhI/AAAAAAAAACY/ziy55NK1Hsk/s72-c/DSC02776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18383432.post-4673929526401400517</id><published>2007-01-11T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:33:58.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing special</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am still waiting to start working at Digene.  The exec retreat ended yesterday and I called to check in on what was going on, but nobody had any info for me.  I am a little worried that the job won't go through.  That would suck.  So, you know, cross something for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not a hell of a lot has been going on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've been prepping for Alexis' birthday party.  Decorations, party favors, food, venue, etc etc.  My dad estimates that he alone will have 100 guests, which includes families.  Then there are Edward's guests and Mom's.  I guess with that many people, a party just sort of runs itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I ever get married I think I will elope.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What else...Goo and I went for a little tiny bike ride in Cosca park.  I had to learn how to ride a bike again using my dad's mountain bike.  I hadn't forgotten, but I did have to learn how to shift gears.   I decided I'll be more adventurous on the bike once I get regular health insurance.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I visited Grace and Andrew for a day last weekend.  I arrived just in time to join them for the 11am service at the Unitarian Universalist church.  I liked the service and got a little bit of a better understanding of what UUism is.  I guess in a nutshell: everyone is welcome because we are one human family and if we all work together, it is possible to make heaven on earth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After church, we had lunch at the house and then I helped knock down some walls.  Not entire walls, but just the plaster and the wooden lath behind it.  It was super dusty.   We looked like we were wearing powdered wigs.  Mmmmmm....80 year old dust.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was rewarded for my work with dinner at Kuba Kuba, a Cuban restaurant.  Sorry Marivonne, but I just have to talk food for a second.  I had a pork shank (huge) with white beans.  For dessert I had Luz del Sol.  I love that name,"Light of the Sun".  It is flan on top of yellow cake.  The caramel soaks through the cake and it was so good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grace and I finally got to exchange Christmas presents while I was there.  She got me an awesome silk, fair trade, yoga pillow for sitting on the floor and meditating.  And I gave her a necklace I made with flat, oval, Picasso jasper and sterling silver.  And since it was her birthday on Wednesday I also gave her a bookmark that I made with some light green aventurine beads, wire work, and a long strip of black suede. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll blog again once I start work or something amazing happens.  Let me just say I can't wait to start working, not because I'm bored, but because I would really like some money.  Life is more fun with money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18383432-4673929526401400517?l=aileenisbored.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/feeds/4673929526401400517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18383432&amp;postID=4673929526401400517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4673929526401400517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18383432/posts/default/4673929526401400517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aileenisbored.blogspot.com/2007/01/nothing-special.html' title='Nothing special'/><author><name>Aileen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01286374227268260536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1868/372/320/tiara.3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
