Well, I am getting ready to see if I can squeeze some more information out of my data. Enough for a third paper and a third chapter to my dissertation. I am using my positive thinking on this one. I have too much momentum going right now for it not to work out. Winemonkey and I have been talking about where we are going to look for a place. I am calling around to get prices for movers. We actually called about a place about a quarter of a mile away from his current home.
Yeah. Too much momentum. You hear that grad school. I am getting out.
p.s. I am looking for a new host company. It has been over seven months and my spell checker and page adding issues have not been resolved. Anyone particularly pleased with their service?
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February 22, 2006 in
Crafty.
Really – That only three people were interested in free homemade soap! And one of them? She is my mother!
But since I am sending it out today, with the acception of the trade offer, the free soap extravaganza is closed. If you are interested in soap, please visit my Etsy store. I am updating it regularly and will have individual bars reposted over the rest of the week. I also hope to be adding more items.
Thanks.
And remember, any money I make is going towards the move. Which is going to happen whether or not I get out of this crazy dream called grad school.
I am tired of graduate school. No seriously. I have had enough. Today we discovered, more like realized, that I have nothing new. I have not done anything novel. And you know what that means?
No third chapter. No third publication. I don’t pass go. I don’t collect my disseration.
I am not even going to get into the reprocussions of this.
I am just going to believe that one of our two options, the two options that might work out before I have a complete and total freak-out, are going to work. Actually, only one doesn’t require more research. Only more data processing. It isn’t going to be fun. But it is going to suck. Like so much of grad school.
And to think that i was just telling an old professor of mine that I liked it here. I am an idiot.
In a “holy shit I am not joking, I just might get electrocuted today” kind of way.
I have to fix an instrument by splicing wires together and then connecting them to a terminal. And I am NERVOUS! Like I have been avoiding this project like the plague.
This weekend I made more soap. I seriously have to stop. I now have 21 bars of Feel Good Soap and 20 bars of a honey oatmeal soap which I haven’t named yet. The honey oatmeal was an experiment on so many levels. I ran out of the ingredients the recipe called for. So I just started adding in whatever oils I had left. I was a little nervous that it wouldn’t firm up, but so far it is looking pretty good. I also added honey to the soap. And it turned a carmel color. And it was a little scary because it got all puffy and whatnot, but it smells sooooooo good. So I am going to test it out and then hopefully I will be able to sell it on Etsy.
Do you know how crazy I look? When you walk into my bedroom, you are surrounded by over 50 bars of soap. Can someone help me?!?!
You know what, if you would like a free bar of soap, leave a comment and I will give the first five people FREE SOAP! The rest of you can shop at my Etsy store. The proceeds go to some random jewelry purchases on the same website, or to the movers that I REFUSE to not hire for my move at the end of March.
On Friday I got jabbed by my current employer for telling her that Monday was an official holiday. How this played out:
I was working on business cards for my boss’ housekeepers, because you know that is a good use of my time these days, considering I am leaving in a less than two weeks. The conversation went something like this:
Employer: “yeah we can show them to the housekeepers on Monday and you can make changes in the morning.”
Me: “You do realize that Monday is a holiday right?”
Employer: “Is it an official holiday?” (i.e. is it in the employee handbook?)
Me: “Yes it is an official holiday, I checked.”
Employer: “Well that sucks, considering you have five days left.”
Exit employer from the room.
My replacement: “Boy you called that one.”
This is going to be a really hard last week. Originally she was not supposed to be in town, but her plans fell through so now she is in the office ALL week. Grrrreat.
I also realized that I have a cashmere problem, serioulsy. My sister and I went to the mall for about four hours (the most I think I have spent at the mall in about ten years). I got a lot of really nice clothes for work for relatively inexpensive (president’s day sales). The clincher was a pair of dress pants for seven fitty (that is $7.50)……. and a black cashmere hoodie for 40 bucks. I am addicted to cashmere. I believe this makes the running total of cashmere sweaters to 15. ahem. I know I have a problem, but IT IS CASHMERE, damn it. There could be worse things.
On a separate note, there is an 80+ year old man who we used to play Walleyball with at the gym. We haven’t been to the gym in awhile, so we haven’t seen him. He came to the apartment today to drop off a very big bottle of homemade vino. We talked for about twenty minutes. He is such a nice guy. I am actually kind of sad now though. I asked him how he was feeling (he had a knee injury the last time I talked to him) and he said not well. His doctor found something in his lung. It makes me sad to think that he might have lung cancer. That is what my pap had. I always used to smile when I would see an older person out and about doing their thing, but recently (in the past month or so) I have been sad, almost to the point of crying, and I am not a crier. I am not really sure why I have felt that way.
FYI – nothing for valentine’s day. Mildly dissapointing.
Also, I made kick ass turkey burgers this weekend for dinner. And my sister made some great stuffed shells. And now? Now I am actually working on my thesis.
I spent about 6 hours total at the mall this weekend. That brings my grand total of time spent at the mall this year to… 6 hours. And that might just be my max.
Winemonkey hurt himself at work. It is his knee. I had to convince him to go to the doctor. Men!