Tuesday, May 20, 2008

"Daddy, I Want a Squirrel!"

(See Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for quote)

I have a new friend. I give him crackers and he loves me.

Again, excuse the blurry through-the-dirty-window pictures.

Also, my new squirrel friend apparently does not like peanut butter. When given the choice, he (or she?) always takes the non-peanut-buttered crackers.

Finished Projects!

Yay! New finished projects!
Click on any of the pictures to enlarge.

1. My abstract embroidery French knot and swirl...thing.

2. A big cushy round floor pillow.

Please excuse the blurry picture. I really can take good pictures. Really, I can.

3. My heart! This took forever and is finally finished! All I have to do is frame it... and I already have a beautiful frame for it.

Thursday, May 15, 2008


Finally! I've been waiting for this for months. I can't wait until January.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

If your monster baby cries, feed it humans.

Weirdest. Commercial. Ever.

PS... the song that starts to play at the end is "Walk Like an Egyptian" and that just makes me laugh.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Only in Statesboro

I just went out to get the mail and among the sounds of birds and squirrels and cars, I hear a neigh. Keep in mind that I live in the middle of Statesboro. It's not exactly Metropolitan, but campus is right across the street and I'm a mile from the center of town. I look up and there's a horse. A horse. Who rides a horse through Statesboro? Really, now.

Burning Holes in My Pockets

I spent Sunday night with my Mom and decided that since I was so close to Augusta, I'd go to Michael's and Target on Monday to pick up a few things that seem to be non-existent in Statesboro. First, let me say that I had good intentions. I was going to pick up embroidery floss (which is something that one cannot find in the dear old 'Boro), and check out Target for a summery-type dress to wear to Chris' upcoming family reunion.

It started off well enough, getting LOADS of embroidery floss for $0.35 a skein... and in all the colors of the crafty rainbow at that.

The problem was that I kept finding other stuff I needed... such as the floss cards. And this neat little contraption that winds the floss onto said card. I needed these things. Absolutely. Had. To. Have.

Then came Target (Tar-jay). I found the most precious dress. Again, Had. To. Have.

(Excuse my closet, 'tis a mess.)

Then I decided that I needed new sunglasses. And nail polish to match my dress (really, Katie?). Then I was sucked into the money vortex that is the cosmetics aisle. Ugh.

This has to be in the top 10 most useless purchases I've ever made. Probably somewhere around Number 6. I was convinced, convinced that I needed this. $9.99 for lip gloss that makes your lips tingle. Stupid, stupid, stupid. There are people out there that design packaging like this. People that figure out what kind of moron it takes to buy this stuff (apparently the Katie-shaped kind). They know we'll buy it. Read the packaging.

"Lip size found crucial for sexual attraction!"
"At last, you can trade your skinny lips for a sexy motherpucker!"
And the part you can't see in the picture, "SCIENTISTS CONFIRM: size matters! Fuller lips attract men more."

Why did I buy this? Was I thinking of Chris at the time and how much better he'd like me if only I had fuller lips? No... I was thinking that he actually wouldn't like it (Sorry!)... it's the gloopy kind that makes your hair stick to your lips. Why then? Why!? Perhaps we'll never know.

What the packaging should have said: "SCIENTISTS CONFIRM: people will buy anything."

So, after I leave Target, furious with myself, I decided that I needed shoes to go with my dress... and Old Navy just happened to be next door....

I suck at money.

The Details or, To Placate the Masses, Part II

Lydia, Chris and I went to Chick-fil-a for dinner. Chris drove me home and asked what time my last final was on Thursday. I say 3. I'll be done by 4. He offers to cook dinner.... I didn't accept at first, knowing I would be exhausted. He promised a good meal and that I could go home and nap after we ate. I accepted.

After studying my butt off for finals and finally getting through said finals, I was done. And very, very tired. Jessica went with me to sell my books back ($101) and then I called Chris to tell him I'd be over in 20 minutes or so for dinner. As I was leaving, this happened:
Callie: "Where are you going?"
Me: "Chris is cooking me dinner."
Callie: "He's totally going to propose."
Me: "Yeah... right. A watched pot and all...."

Five minutes later, I get to Chris' apartment and he's fiddling with a lamp plug (you know how boys like to fiddle). He asks me to hand him an adapter. I turn around to get it and when I turn back, there he is, on one knee with the ring.

It's all a blur after that. And what I do remember is mine to keep. All I can tell you is that I said yes. And that Callie is apparently psychic.

So, there are the details. And here is a picture. I bet you feel like you were there.

And now back to our regularly scheduled blog.

Friday, May 9, 2008

To Placate the Masses

Here is a picture. Only one. I'm not one of those girls, after all.

Thursday, May 8, 2008


Chris and I definitely got engaged today. It was the BEST DAY EVER.

Details to come... maybe.

4am Prostitutes

It's almost four in the morning and I can't sleep. What should I be doing that would put me right into a coma? Studying Gothic cathedrals for my Medieval exam tomorrow at 3. What am I actually doing? Reading Belle de Jour: Diary of an Unlikely Call Girl.

It's not the sort of thing I normally read (I'm not that kind of girl!). It's deliciously dirty and very, very funny. It's kind of like Sex and the City except that it's in London. And it's not made up. And there are no scenes of girls bonding over coffee while talking about guys. And she's a pros-ti-tute. It's just what I need after hours of art history notes and flashcards splayed out all over my bed. I make no apologies for my lack of taste in reading material. It is finals week, after all.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Summer in the 'Boro.. and Why It Won't Suck.

I just found out that I will not be taking summer classes as I previously thought, due to:

1. I have reached my "maximum loan allowance for the 2007/2008 school year" and I doubt I'll be able to discover $854 in the couch cushions.
2. The drawing class I signed up for has been canceled due to low enrollment.

Therefore, my plans for the summer are:

1. Find a job.
2. Move out of the Marvin House and into my new apartment.
3. Work on arts and crafts projects! (This is the only one I'm excited about.)

I have several projects that have fallen by the wayside, what with papers and tests and classes and college and all.

Among the neglected projects are my embroidered anatomical heart, an old suitcase that's half painted white, a big round pillow that's only half full of stuffing, and this little abstract rainbow/wave thing. Check out all those French knots! (click to enlarge)

I'm not really sure what to call it, but I know I like it and want to frame it. I still have some gaps to fill in, as you can see, and it needs to be extended about two and a half inches on one side to fit a 5x7 frame. It's probably going to take another 1-2 hours of work, which isn't really all that much. A few episodes of Doctor Who should get me through.

And those are just the projects that I've already started. There are plans for many, many more... including:
1. Customizing a few action figures (including a made-from-scratch Veronica Mars)
2. Building a new work table for my new apartment
3. Creating a magnetic wall for my gigantic collection of magnetic poetry
4. Embroidering a rudimentary solar system model. See sketch below:

I have since added moons and the actual names of the planets, not just letters.... Jupiter also looks more like a circle and less like a wibbly-wobbly doodle now. And YES, I grew up in a time when Pluto was a planet, and in my heart, Pluto will always be a planet.

So even though Georgia Southern University has crapped all over "The Plan" for getting me out of school in this decade, I'm optimistic. And as I study for finals and realize that I really didn't do so great this semester, I think that maybe, just maybe, it'll all be alright.