Pipsie

I was diddling around the other day and manage to make another etsy.com creation.

5tar and Hannah, Together at Last....

It was very cold today. It even snowed a little. So, Star (I mean 5-Tar... I'll talk about that in a minute) decided to have a date day involving cupcakes, puff paint and all manner of good things along those lines. I made my way over to the Glen at noon solid which is a pretty good time... plenty of time to wake up and diddle around a little, Star even managed to get a shower in before I got there.

Today, like all fantastic days, started with me eating three of Star's cookies, she makes crazy-delicious oatmeal-raisin cookies, and reading a paragraph of this crazy communist newspaper that Jessie and Ben have year-long subscriptions to. the reason it was only a paragraph was because it took me that long to struggle through it, the writing was THAT horrible. I'll have to post some examples later when my brain recovers from having to translate paragraph long sentences into normal person-speak. But that deserves and entire post to itself.

Anyway, Star and I got rolling around 2 and went to Joann's to pick up puff paint, some fabric and whatever miscellany we found on the way, which turned out to be more miscellany than the stuff we actually came for... but I guess that's half the experience. I wound up getting some fabric for a skirt which I can tell you right now, will be awesome. Awesome in the true sense of the word. The colors will BLOW YOUR MIND. And it was all on sale, so that's twice the fantasmic-itude. Star got some puff paint to decorate her ceramics apron, a little dollar white erase board for her fridge (the magnet on the marker part came unglued the instant it came out of the package so of course we found it in the dollar bin), some Hello Kitty stickers, a teeny tiny pot and seed package that, once you soak it in water, will start to sprout... in theory and lastly a pair of knitting needles, but we forgot the yarn part. We made a little pit stop by Ace Hardware and bought a two dollar bag of potting soil for all the 5o cent plants we picked up at Top Foods a while ago (they're pretty little flowers... Star'll know the names but I can't remember).
We went back to the Glen and on the way Star found these....

GIANT ICICLES! She looks a little bit like a scary bag-lady who would kill you with an icicle, only to have it conveniently melt leaving no trace of the murder weapon. Not only was this a CSI episode, but Star also came up with the idea when Corbin found an even bigger icicle earlier that morning. Much like...
THIS ONE!
They're just growing off the sides of the buildings. I don't know what that says about the insulation.... probably nothing good, but heck, I don't live there (suckas!).


So we got back to her apartment and made totally home made (well...... we didn't make the sprinkles, but it's close enough) cupcakes. Which are delicious.
I really like cream cheese frosting so I'm glad we made chocolate-cream cheese frosting for these.

Star likes to fling the sprinkles when she decorates so naturally some of them wound up in the butter on the counter and we thought, why not add more?! And really, there's no good reason NOT to put sprinkles in your butter. Plus, later Star made me a tastey egg sandwich and the butter she used had these sprinkles in it. When the eggs cooked, the sprinkles melted and made colorful streaks on the eggs, sort of like that nasty cake mix with the sprinkles in the batter you can buy at Safeway... you know, the one that tastes like chemicals. Star and I have now decided that any time either of us is at the other's house, we'll wait until the other person leaves, dart up and put sprinkles in their butter as a crazy surprise.... sort of like cleaning the counter with a pair of men's underwear. Maybe you had to've been there, but it was excellent as far as I'm concerned.
And this is Star's fantastic new apron. We decorated it ourselves. I called Star 5-tar becase she thinks the S on her apron looks like a 5... and saying 5-tar makes her sound like a dinosaur... which is BRILLIANT.


Bitchin'.
The end. That was our day.

Tomorrow is another day, full of crazy times, places and new things to put in our butter.

Oh, and I was Productive Today

I finished my second hat in two weeks. I like this one very much, the first one was a different pattern and turned out much too small. I need to find a bunch of tiny-headed people to wear my mistakes. This one, however, rocks my socks. I got the pattern online and it turned out just fine, but the pattern itself was wicked confusing PLUS I used some of the yarn my Grandmother Joyce gave me over Christmas. It doesn't get much better than that...

Oh Jessie, I'm going to send you one like this for Wisconsin once I get more yarn, darling!

And yes, I'm totally taking a picture of myself... in the bathroom. At least it wasn't from the toilet! Our shower has a mirror-door in it right in front of the toilet which is a little unnerving and still freaks me out late at night.

We're Goin' on a Bear Hunt, Gonna Find a Big One!

I decided that since it was such a pretty day and the forecast says snow snow snow, I'd better take the opportunity to walk into town. It's about a mile from the house to the transit center, or to town at all so it was a nice walk. I decided to take pictures on the way to keep me company. I listened to my Classics play list and managed to breeze through Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer", Steppenwolf's "Born to be Wild", Manfred Mann's Earth Band's "Blinded by the Light", Styx's "The Best of Times", T. Rex's "Bang a Gong" and Robert Palmer's "Bad Case of Lovin' You" during my leisurely stroll.

Anywho, here are some pictures from during my escapade.

This little play set looked so lonely, like it was waiting to catch the bus and run away from home.
Pretty flowers...

Friendly trees...

I'm sure this was extremely toxic...

or laundry detergent but it looked very pretty in this very creepy alley way near the transit center.

Old School pizza has the coolest mural in Oly. town.

Heck yes they're superheroes!

Gra-fi-TAY above the artisan well/spring thing in the parking lot near the Vault I think. I still don't trust that water, but all the homeless people do so it must be safe.

Oh Come on... You Knew this was Coming.

Monty is on probation in my room. There haven't been any tussles so far, but I've got my bed covered in blankets when he's here and I'm still modifying a baby onesy so that he can have a rabbit diaper for the house. I'll let you know how THAT goes.

As If!

I didn't think my day could get any better. I was the only one who actually finished the homework for today (to be fair it was the first 50 chapters of Moby Dick, but really...), I got out of class early AND I found this clip.

Ultimate of ultimates.

Bitsies and Pieces.

The mosaic right NOW... no wait riiiigghhttt.... NOW! Yeah, right now.

Really I should be reading Moby Dick, but I'm not, so there.

Soooo Dirty...

Ok, one more post before bed. This was irresistible when I found it.
So every once in a while I like to check up and see who's been visiting Greenerliving so I click on my little tracker thing that I added for just this purpose. If you're curious it's above the "blog archive" section of the blog on the left hand... no wait, scratch that, the RIGHT hand side of the screen.
Anyway, I can see all sorts of magical things like what kind of computer people are using to see this website, where they're seeing it from (just to the city level, so I can usually guess at who's looking at it but not enough for me to see into your house or anything sinister), where people are coming from (usually Star's or Corbin's blogs) and (this is where all of this paragraph becomes relevant) what sort of things people are searching for within my blog. There are the usual suspects: Oly. Underwear, living greener, and just pope'in around, but then the very last search phrase caught my eye:

"Dirty Hooligans".

Now, I know I've never said anything like that on here, so what are people searching for? Star, are YOU a dirty hooligan? Ben? Katherine? No, I didn't think so. But whatever. To all you people who are searching for Dirty Hooligans, I hope you find them amongst all these silly bunny pictures and stories about men's underwear.

p.s. Star says I can't post anything without adding a picture and I'm starting to think she's right. It just makes everything so much cooler and more accessible for those of us who are struck down by the ADHD. This is a sweet screen capture of the said data that made me laugh and laugh a few minutes ago.

P.s.s. I totally had to look up how to do a screen capture online. Thank you internet for making things having to do with the internet more internetable. Or something.

P.s.s.s. Is it P.p.s or P.s.s.? I can't remember, maybe I should google that sucker.

Oh, and a last note, it turns out I DID use the words "Dirty Hooligans" at some point. But the point still remains that someone must be crazy to have remembered that and then actuallly searched for it on the blog. This doesn't count as me being wrong either, so there.

Make Me a Mosaic Mister!

So I'm taking this class The Art of the Mosaic where, guess what? We make mosaics. This is the beginnings of the first of three pieces I have to do for class. I've never done a mosaic before so this is all new and I'm not sure how this'll turn out. Katherine broke my mug the other day and as luck would have it the colors match whatever it is I'm doing here so I think I'm going to cannibalize it into "art". Anywho, I'm pretty tired from all this freeflowing creativity so I think I'm going to go to bed, but not before I post these pictures so Star can instantly see and comment on them. She's crazy with the omnipresence these days.

Mmmmm... jagged bits of pottery from a plant pot I scavenged from Goodwill.

Risk! The Game of Champions...

Risk is aptly named for the mad-strategy skills that are necessary to win. Unfortunately, I don’t really possess these skills. Instead I have mad-persistance skills. I insist on taking over some such country that I set my sights on, no matter how well guarded it is by the little metal people that I’m always switching out for horses or canons. This time, I really wanted Quebec. Not because it’s French, but because there was a ridiculous number of little red people stationed there. That and I really wanted North America so that I could get those extra armies at the beginning of my turn. Anywho, Dharyll also wanted to keep North America. Dharyll, I might add, has mad skills at the whole “dice-rolling” thing, whereas I managed to roll straight ones, three times in a row. Anyway, here are some shots from the last epic Risk game we played this weekend.

This is me winning... and by winning I mean managing to hold out for five extra dice-rolls than I expected. Go Western United States!

Good game Dharyll, next time I'll win.

On a completely unrelated note, but also semi-related, I'm not allowed to touch knives. I cut myself just about every time I even THINK about knives. Today, however, Dharyll was giving me flac about it. I totally managed to take out, open and then close that silly knife he has in his pocket without cutting myself. Which was great, because it furthered my cause that I should be allowed to handle sharp objects. But, the kicker is that as soon as Dharyll left I went to cut a piece of bread from that tasty cinnamon bread I baked this weekend and completely sliced open my finger. So much for fine motor skills, or planning ahead as far as how to hold the bread while cutting. Ah well, a little more protein, a little more color and some extra ingredients for those pieces of bread I managed to cut off before my little slip.

Pet Ownership Rocks!

Monty and I aren’t speaking to each other. It’s a stony silence, one filled with looks loaded with meaning and reproach. It all started two days ago. I’m busy cleaning house and Monty is out for his morning jog around the downstairs. I’d just moved his cage inside because Paul’s been sleeping in until noon and through his room is the only way into the garage. I felt bad about leaving Monty in the garage with the light off for more than twelve hours and since he’s so well behaved I thought it’d be alright to move him into the living room. Plus that way he’d have some company throughout the day and some light.

Anyway, so I’m in the kitchen doodling around with some cinnamon raisin bread I’m baking (which turned out just dandy, if I do say so myself) when I feel an insistent nudge against my ankle. I look down and see Monty’s little face peering at me. He then takes off for upstairs. I thought,

“Now that’s weird, I wonder what he’s up to.”

So I followed after him. I reach the landing and see him peering around the door jam from my room at the top of the stairs. He darts back into my room as soon as he’s sure I’ve spotted him. The minute I round the corner into my room he leaps onto my bed.

Now, this is usually fine. He likes to wrestle with my comforter and flop around on the bed all the time. This time, however, there’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he soars through the foot of air from the ground to my bed. He turns around, stairs right at me and the proceeds to pee all over my bed. I catch him half way and haul him down the stairs into his now conveniently located bachelor pad in the living room and quickly try to salvage my bed. No good. So right now we’re not talking. He’s mad about something in the same way cats get mad at their people and then yack in that person’s slippers. And then I thought, " You know what? Right now you live in a nice, warm house with all the food you want AND I didn't get you neutered when you went to the vet mister, so you have no reason to be peeing on my bed." So, really, I should have some sort of automatic get-out-of-jail-free card right about now.

Animals like to seek revenge by using their bodily fluids to make a dandy mess. This is pretty effective because now I’ve been spending my time feeding him treats and trying to get on his good side again. At least people don’t retaliate in the same way… thank God for “civilized”.

Angsty Fridge Poetry

So Jessie Allison gave Katherine a box of Country Magnetic Poetry for our fridge. This is what we've come up with over the last couple of weeks...

And I thought that fridges were just for keeping things cold.

Monty... Get Used to It 'Cuz this is Gonna be a Recurring Theme

The Place I Sleep...

This is my room. It's a litte rough, but serves my purpose pretty well.

Mirrahs...
Closet and papery thingies with words on them. Who knows what they're for... I just know they make nice decorations.
Mmmm futon.