Splotch!
This morning TheBoy and I headed over to E's old apartment to help her load up some things [clothing mostly] to move it to her new house. Turns out that the person who owned it before her did a spectacularly crappy job a. with the painting and b. with the cleaning up. So, we spent a mess of time cleaning out cabinets and drawers and preparing them for other things to go in. Then, we started to mask the mouldings and cabinetry in order to allow her to prep for painting. The office has two very large white splotches where the previous owner just stopped painting and instead just pushed furniture in front of it. And there is nary a 90 degree angle in the entire building, which makes getting a clean line between wall planes difficult enough that the previous owner just painted a stripe downward. E negotiated the repainting costs though before she bought it. So that's good. At any rate, I was masking the baseboards in the master bathroom, wedged in next to a toilet and I'm pretty sure that's where I got bitten. I'm not sure, but it was definitely there by the time I finished the baseboard and worked my way around to the mirror. And now, for at least a few days I'll be sporting this:
The One With the Explosion
I'm mostly blogging about this so that my parents can laugh [hi mom! hi dad!] People who know me know that I learned to cook as soon as I could reach the top of the stove and that I made dinner occasionally for my family while I was in high school and I've been cooking the majority of my own meals for the past five years. Never once in my life have I had a serious cooking disaster. Until the other day.
TheBoy and I decided to have baked potatoes and chicken for dinner. I scrubbed them, poked a bajillion holes in them with my fork and stuck them in a 350 degree oven. One hour later TheBoy decreed that they were still a little hard and needed another ten minutes. He nudged the heat up a bit, and then I nudged it up a little bit more. We closed the oven door and retreated to the living room where we sat for not more than two minutes when we heard *ka-poof* TheBoy and I looked at each other and then-not liking the sound of the noise-hopped up to investigate. Sure enough, one of the potatoes had exploded all over the inside of the oven. Luckily I had had the foresight to cook an extra potato for TheBoy's lunch. And here, as proof, I give you the carnage:
And like a good adult, I cleaned the potato out of the oven yesterday.
Of Yarn and Klutz…
Here's some recent spinning:
4 ounces 100% corridale koolaid dyed in my crockpot. I'm not happy with it, way too much twist, but it's recipient is thrilled, so that's what counts I suppose.
And in further news, I am a klutz. Always have been, always will be. The building that I work in has, in part, these absolutely terrible floors made of short cut pieces of 2x4s laid in rows. They had to rip a bunch of it out and replace it with concrete because it got really water damaged this winter. Well, because of the recent rain, part of the floor by a previously rarely used door has swollen. As I was hurrying to get some proofs to another department in the building, I headed out that door and tripped on the lip of the carpeting. Tripping and completely biffed it, and fell. I was wearing a metal bracelet about 1" wide and totally bruised my arm for about 2 inches around the bracelet [the bracelet bent on impact]. I also have a bruise from the cuff of my jacket, where it cut into my arm. I'm pretty sure I whacked my shoulder on the post between the two doors because it sure hurts now [although no mark or swelling, just the joint]. My right wrist and knee hurt, but not badly. Anyway, I picked myself up and made it as far as the department I was headed for who luckily have injury remedies. I didn't break the skin [although the bracelet did peel back a little] but when I saw my bruised wrist I may have freaked a little. I've been in a fair deal of pain this evening, and my mobility is limited in my left arm [and of course I have to be a lefty!] It isn't broken, and if it doesn't heal in a few days I'll get it looked at. And now, for viewing pleasure...Bruises!
