So we were at Wal-Mart today waiting for an oil change. This is a dangerous thing to do because for at least an hour you end up wandering around finding things to buy. I was perusing the $2 nail polish options when Chris came up to me with an ceramic incense/tea light holder burner thing and some cinnamon bun scented incense.
My look must have said, "Do we really need this?" because he started defending it.
"It's not very much and our house always smells weird. And I really like cinnamon buns."
I just looked at him.
He murmured in my ear, "I like these cinnamon buns," and pinched my butt.
"Then smell that," I said.
He immediately turned and walked away. "That's disgusting."
:D
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Weird
I got the following e-mail from UNR today:
An unusual incident occurred yesterday on a University construction site. Work has commenced on the new residence hall at N. Virginia St. and College Drive. Yesterday, in the course of initial construction site work involving heavy equipment, the construction crew discovered a grave, as indicated by the presence of remains with a casket. Work was immediately halted and the University, in partnership with the general contractor, began a process of notifying appropriate agencies starting with University Police and the Washoe County Medical Examiner’s Office.
The history of this site provides important background. The site was once the location of a cemetery which was owned by the Catholic Church. It was purchased by the University decades ago from the area diocese of the Catholic Church and, related to that purchase, the diocese oversaw the relocation of the cemetery and re-interment of remains at the current Our Mother of Sorrows Catholic Cemetery in 1963. The University has notified the diocese of this matter and is working with the diocese to determine appropriate next steps to be taken relative to re-interment. Construction site work will remain suspended during this period and care is being taken to treat this matter with dignity.
Me again- I don't mind saying that I would totally not want to live in those dorms.
Time to stop dressing in the dark.
All day yesterday I felt at peace, even when I forgot to bring change and had to park at Valley and 8th. I had left myself enough time to walk so that helped, but more importantly I just knew financial aid was coming. Sure enough, I found a check in the mailbox when I got home. AND at work earlier, I had checked my VA benefits online and it finally showed a paycheck on the way. I can't tell if it's the one from November or now, but one down, one to go.
At home, I ran in to drop my bookbag, grab my purse and Ant. I found him sitting in Chris's lap, crying. He was very upset because that morning, after I left for work, Chris came out of the room singing, "It's January 20th today!"
"What's so special about that?" Ant asked.
"It's my birthday," said Chris.
Ant felt horrible. He got all upset about it again that afternoon. Chris hugged him and swore it was okay. :(
I dragged Ant with me and we hit the bank and a couple stores to search for gifts. I really hate doing that last minute but I was broke, as you all know. Ant picked out a funny card and some earmuffs and gloves. We also got him a replacement tea kettle (after he broke the last one with his man paws). Chris recently explained to me that he is uncomfortable receiving gifts- he'd rather buy his own toys. Yes, I get that by now. He said he'd rather get practical gifts, like underwear- things he'd rather not spend money on. Plus he just got back from that NAMM conference in L.A. That was his birthday present, so I had to work against my inner guilt/generosity and decide that that was enough and not go overboard. So he got three little gifts (that I got GREAT deals on), and we went out for Indian food for his birthday dinner.
He opened his presents when we got home and Ant made us tea. Then I went into my room and finally noticed that all day long I had been wearing a zebra print bra under a pale yellow shirt. Nice.
At home, I ran in to drop my bookbag, grab my purse and Ant. I found him sitting in Chris's lap, crying. He was very upset because that morning, after I left for work, Chris came out of the room singing, "It's January 20th today!"
"What's so special about that?" Ant asked.
"It's my birthday," said Chris.
Ant felt horrible. He got all upset about it again that afternoon. Chris hugged him and swore it was okay. :(
I dragged Ant with me and we hit the bank and a couple stores to search for gifts. I really hate doing that last minute but I was broke, as you all know. Ant picked out a funny card and some earmuffs and gloves. We also got him a replacement tea kettle (after he broke the last one with his man paws). Chris recently explained to me that he is uncomfortable receiving gifts- he'd rather buy his own toys. Yes, I get that by now. He said he'd rather get practical gifts, like underwear- things he'd rather not spend money on. Plus he just got back from that NAMM conference in L.A. That was his birthday present, so I had to work against my inner guilt/generosity and decide that that was enough and not go overboard. So he got three little gifts (that I got GREAT deals on), and we went out for Indian food for his birthday dinner.
He opened his presents when we got home and Ant made us tea. Then I went into my room and finally noticed that all day long I had been wearing a zebra print bra under a pale yellow shirt. Nice.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
The First Long Day
I walked into the Black Rock Press at 9:25, twenty minutes before class started. Only there were people in there already. Quiet. Listening to the teacher. It's funny how confusion sets in first instead of anything logical. I thought I had interrupted another class.
"Oh," I said.
"What class are you looking for?" the teacher asked.
"Book making."
"That's us."
"9:45?"
"9:00," he replied.
"Oh no!" Damn damn damn! How did I mess that up? Stupid ePAWS...
"Did you get lost?" he asked.
"Nope," I said proudly. Big dummy.
I sat down and whipped out my class schedule from ePAWS. 9:00-11:45. Shit.
The teacher seems very nice and I was excited to learn that we will be doing more than just the one book. There are two smaller projects first. Whew! After a lot of talking through the syllabus, rules, schedule, history, etc., he showed us some examples of student work and special editions and some of the neat things you can do with paper. Then he made a proof and set up the press, tested it a couple times and ended the class by letting us each run a copy. Here's mine:
That's a neat way to start the class, huh?
The second class started at 1 and I made it there on time, but I forgot my book. Thankfully I didn't need it. That's the proposal writing class and I was really not looking forward to it. I was very intimidated by both classes but I feel much better now. I know a very nice girl in the class who was in my nonfiction class last semester- that always helps- but the teacher introduced the class in a very welcoming way. She essentially said Do Not Be Afraid. We'll be working for a nonprofit (Reno Bike to Work Week) and she emphasized it would look great on a resume. Duly noted. After that we'll be doing our own proposals for whatever we need them for. Grad school applications? Grants? Hmm.
After waiting in a huge line at the bookstore I STILL had a three hour wait until the next class. Yes, I did homework. Let's hope I keep that up. The last class was Art History. Yeah.
Now I'm going to go curl up in my room and see if I can't find some Forensic Files or Cupcake Wars on TV. I won't be asleep by 9, but maybe by 9:25. Ha ha.
"Oh," I said.
"What class are you looking for?" the teacher asked.
"Book making."
"That's us."
"9:45?"
"9:00," he replied.
"Oh no!" Damn damn damn! How did I mess that up? Stupid ePAWS...
"Did you get lost?" he asked.
"Nope," I said proudly. Big dummy.
I sat down and whipped out my class schedule from ePAWS. 9:00-11:45. Shit.
The teacher seems very nice and I was excited to learn that we will be doing more than just the one book. There are two smaller projects first. Whew! After a lot of talking through the syllabus, rules, schedule, history, etc., he showed us some examples of student work and special editions and some of the neat things you can do with paper. Then he made a proof and set up the press, tested it a couple times and ended the class by letting us each run a copy. Here's mine:
That's a neat way to start the class, huh?
The second class started at 1 and I made it there on time, but I forgot my book. Thankfully I didn't need it. That's the proposal writing class and I was really not looking forward to it. I was very intimidated by both classes but I feel much better now. I know a very nice girl in the class who was in my nonfiction class last semester- that always helps- but the teacher introduced the class in a very welcoming way. She essentially said Do Not Be Afraid. We'll be working for a nonprofit (Reno Bike to Work Week) and she emphasized it would look great on a resume. Duly noted. After that we'll be doing our own proposals for whatever we need them for. Grad school applications? Grants? Hmm.
After waiting in a huge line at the bookstore I STILL had a three hour wait until the next class. Yes, I did homework. Let's hope I keep that up. The last class was Art History. Yeah.
Now I'm going to go curl up in my room and see if I can't find some Forensic Files or Cupcake Wars on TV. I won't be asleep by 9, but maybe by 9:25. Ha ha.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
I might never have found it.
So I just read an e-mail from the teacher of the book making class. He sent out a link to the website of Black Rock Press to give us an idea of how to find it tomorrow. The directions on the website end with:
Our double doors face N. Virginia Street and are to the left of the main doors, behind the big blue dumpster.
Sounds awesome, right? Lol.
Our double doors face N. Virginia Street and are to the left of the main doors, behind the big blue dumpster.
Sounds awesome, right? Lol.
First Day of School
The first day of school went well. I have homework already (Damn!) and I must schedule accordingly because I won't have many opportunities to do it. Sneaky Tuesday homework. I know four people in the class and it seems like it will go pretty smoothly. Good news.
In other good news, I just had a snack. (Wow, that's awesome...) I ate 6 triscuit and cheese and did not justify eating two or three times that and defeat the purpose of dinner. It's a struggle. That shit is good.
In lack of willpower news, I just got back from the used bookstore. I was looking for the first book on the syllabus but they didn't have that so I came back with a pocket dictionary (for school so I can figure out these big fancy words on the go), a grammar exercise book, and a few books for Ant. $18 later... D'oh! I even had a coupon for a free book! Damn you, Mignon Fogarty!
Tomorrow I'm going to resell four books at the Unhelpful Nincompoop Retchatorium bookstore and maybe earn enough to pay for half of the book I need first. Then I will rely on Borders coupons for the rest.
I'm off to do my homework.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Whew
I just rechecked ePAWS because I am a glutton for punishment and found that- HOLY CRAP!- funds have been disbursed. Not all of it- the loan is still hung up somewhere- but the Pell Grant came through as well as a state grant. I got a $1500 state grant! Ahhh. Did they read my blog?
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