Did I Shave My Legs For This?

Look what I can do!

I decided I was tired of getting all my hanging earrings all tangled up. I saw this idea in some boutique and decided to steal it.

I give you, the earring frame!

You can click to make it bigger.

All it takes is a frame of your choice, some screen door screening (I'm not sure if that's it's "official" name) and fabric of your choosing. I chose black crushed velvet, as well as the same color screening. With a staple gun, (glue guns are too messy for this) staple the screening to the lip that holds the glass, then staple the material to the back of the frame, being careful to not cover whatever holding device is attached so you can hang it up on your wall.

Here's a close up:

Stick your earrings through and voilà! It's usefull, and it's art. How cool is that?

Now Playing: Jay-Z - Can I Get A...

*does the cabbage patch*

I'm goin' to Virginia! I'm goin' to Virginia!

Well, I'm penciled in to go anyway. Once I see the actual orders come in through message traffic, then I will celebrate for real! I'm so excited. As far as I know, I'll be leaving this island at the beginning of June to go to a RADAR school for a month and a half, then onward to report the 25th of August to the USS SHREVEPORT. Man, I am SOOOOOO excited.

Now Playing: Buckcherry - Crazy Bitch

The one where I allude to some sort of vulgarity

It seems as though I have plans with the New Guy on Friday night, and rather late seeing as we both already have soemthing else to do. And I don't think it's going to be a mere meeting of the minds, if you know what I mean.

I'm not bad, I'm just drawn that way.

I guess the Dry Cleaners is the new Produce Aisle

Because that's exactly where I met someone.

As I was waiting for my friend to turn in his uniform, this guy walks in and is all smiles and starts talking to me like he knows me. Then he says he'll send me an email (you can find me in the area's Global List, luckily I'm the only one with my last name and is a First Class) and he makes good on it. When I checked my inbox this morning, there it was! Basically we've been emailing all day back and forth, and of course, I didn't get a damn thing done. *giggle* Why do I feel like a giddy teenager?

Anyway, he's about 16 months older than me and seems really nice. At first I thought he was shy, but I took that assessment back real quick-like. It seemed totally silly at first, but as usual, I want to see where it goes.

And you know the first question I asked him was if he was attached, officially or not, to someone currently. Because I am so tired of dealing with that crap.

Oh, and is it a bad thing to be glad he had the big V and can't have kids? *darts*

I am in awe of the glowiness, and my geeky wet undies

Was that too much? Sorry. I just can't help it. The fucker glows, people!

I introduce to you, The New Hotness

And the amazing Glowy Buttons of Awe

Not that you can really see the quality of the screen, but it is indeed brighter and crisper than a Protestant's tighty whities. The geek in me drools and the woman in my creamed my panties.

I will leave you with this, a photo of my screen with my favorite comic strip. Even though it is not as clear to you as it is to me (in more ways than one) this alone may hold the secrets to the way I think. Scary, huh?

I'm deliciously sore all over

Oh yeah.

I'll take back almost every bad thing I ever said about California

At least the area I had to deal with for eight years. You know, San Diego. Barbietown. The Jock Jungle. The College Cootchieville...well, I think you get the idea.

I received a notice in the mail yesterday from the good old DM of V. The registration for my car is expired. Duh. Since October 2005. Oops. Well, not really. I left Cali back in February of last year. And I ain't been back. I drove out of that state faster than a whore giving a five dollar blowjob. Changed my insurance and my drivers license to Texas, my home state. But I couldn't change my car registration because I had accidentally packed all of my car information away and it was already headed to the Middle East. I had a Power of Attorney drawn up for the parental units since they were taking care of my car while I'm here on an island so tiny, a boat can't even sink all the way, but can still manage to kill 58 people. (Ooooo! BAD joke!) Anyway, my parents didn't register my car because Texas doesn't hound people and threaten them with freezing your bank accounts, garnishing your wages, seizing and selling your property, or filing a lien against what you already own or might own quite like California does. Actually, Texas doesn't do it at all. If you don't register your car, you can't drive it. That simple. But I got threatened. Commie bastards! At first I was pissed that I got the letter at all. But then after freaking out my mother and making her turn all shades of indignant and freaking myself out over the whole freezing account thing if I didn't pay after 10 days of receipt (I received it 6 days after the aforementioned 10) of the notice. WTF?!?! I have a $2300 rent payment every month! So today after work, I gave them a ringy dingy and I had the pleasure of sitting on hold for half an hour on a shitty internet-connected phone line to have my grevious pain eased by the nice collection lady. All she did was simply mark the car "Out of State" and closed my account. Egad! It would have been so simple had I just called them myself before I even left the country and told them it was now out of state. Why do we make things so difficult for ourselves? Okay, maybe it's just me. I procrastinated. My bad.

But if you think I'm ever going to re-register my car in California ever again, you'd be dead wrong. I'm going to use that whole military excuse for as long as I can. Or at least the next five years until I retire.

Mmmm...shwarmas

With a side of moutabal*, of course.

*moutabal is a hummus-like eggplant (or aubergine as it's called here) dip

Oh happy day!

I have gotten over the Flood and all is right with the world, especially since I received my craft package in the mail! YAY! Now that I have time to work on several things after work, I am rubbing my hands in anticipation.

Look at all my goodies!

And how can you not say "Aww!" to buttons shaped like easter eggs, duckies and bunnies? Awww! Too cute!