Gypsy Design :: The Stew

wiley sure knows how to make a point...I can't WAIT til this painting is done since that's the last evasive thing I want to do to this place...except for carpet...that will be later when Mia finally learns the house is not her personal toilet. (she's getting better...)

I had a very absurd dream last night. I know alot of my dreams is just a collage of crap that my brain witnessed the day before trying to weave it into some litte warped rewind story, but this was a bit different. I got the Will & Grace season 4 and pretty much had it on all day so not a whole lot happened, so not sure where this came from. I felt like I was talking to a therapist whom I'd never seen before, actually the face kept changing but the subject didn't. I sat there and just divulged all sorts of information about myself trying to make sense of it and end the end the therapist said...well, I'm still here. and I woke up crying. That's never happened before. Not sure if that could be considered a religious experience but I never felt that enlightened in church. so anyway....weird things happen i guess. or could just be the 'ol pms emotional train heading my way. 

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I had my review yesterday....and holy cow, I did pretty well. Now from what I can see on lovely performance reviews as I've had many in various jobs is that there is always room for improvement so they have like this glass-type category that apparently no one ever really gets because of the fact that you would have no where to go except taking over your boss's job (not that I would want her job...I'm not a people person...that's why I blog) But anyhoo, I fared pretty well. so yea me. I was in such a good generous let's all get along mood, that i stupidly again tried to reach out to BH, BUT as we ALL know how that turns out EVERYTIME and my GOD, does this girl LIKE torturing herself? (my therapist in the past would say "yes", but seriously, I'm NOT into leather) but dammit oh well. I don't get upset anymore over being ignored as I know it's his complete dysfunctional self with the problem. AGAIN....anyhoo. more good news!!! Chocolate is good for you again!!! yea!!!

In fact according to CNN, it makes you smarter!! Click here for the article.

Even better....(will the madness ever end?...sadly yes) I am taking time off...next week to PAINT my house once and for all and organize!!! damn girl hormones...:)

I saw this and about peed....

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I live like 5 minutes away from work. This morning on that brief drive, I witnessed 2 acts of complete male testosterone laden strutting of masculinity. No they were not directed at me, but at another person of the same caliber of gender. The act of taking time out to honk your horn only to get someone's attention to be an absolute jerk astounds me. My guess is fear took over and not wanting to show fear (as it's a sign of weakness in the male of the species) the reaction is one of abject stupidity. yes, folks. stupidity rates higher on the scale than fear as stupidity is not considered vulnerable. and not just once here people...twice in the 5 minutes it took to go to work. separate incidents too. Since I live in the largest armed pickup truck brigade state (Texas...you thought it was Georgia, didn't you?) the simple act of flipping someone the bird is considered a wage of war. especially to the college aged students who dammit have somewhere to be and don't have time to wait for your slow ass. but filp them the bird and all of sudden their day has become completely free to get revenge on your sorry ass.  and we're known as the friendly state...

and I won't even comment on this...yes it's a real place in Texas....

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ok...I was supposed to have my review today. I'm not sure if I should feel slighted or relief. I really wanted to get it over with today. This feels like a mild form of torture. Kind of like sitting through the management training I had this week. Another mild-moderate form of torture. The class is always like 32 degrees. This has been a pretty rough week for me as weeks go. BUT there is a shining light in that I'm getting a quote to get the rest of my home painted...yea! I truly think the brown paint is plotting against me and effecting my psyche. (it's saying...pooooooooop.....i looooookkk like poooooopp on the wall....) or it could be the dogs. Speaking of which Mia has pretty much lost all of her front baby teeth top and bottom. she looks like a hillbilly or a really old puppy. she's taking it stride though as her permanent teeth are coming in fast. 

This weekend will be yet another fun filled weekend of freelance work.... I really hope this pays off. I think it will but I'm learning that instant payment isn't always the case which kind of sucks but I guess it keeps me from spending it and really thinking about what i want to do with it...(what do you mean save it?)

so painting first. 

enjoy the lovely cheeseball pic

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I found some interesting sites today from a really good CSS blog. The site is meant to be an online exhibit to facial reconstruction of soldiers in the early 1900's and following the history of plastic surgery. Called Project Facade. It's very interesting. I would love to work on sites that are similar to learning environments. 

I'm really enjoying experiencing what the internet has to offer and even contributing to it's evolution.More and more companies are understanding how the medioum can be a win-win situation for them and their customers. But to also archive history in such a way is absolutely priceless and I hope more and more museums offer such gems of education.

I saw a commercial for Cosmeo which all I have to say is..."It's about damn time". Those encyclopedia Brittanicas are getting kind of old. 

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well it seems that the huge massive icky part of my real job in web design is somewhat over for now...until the next project. But really the new site is goint to give me freedom in certain areas to play and be really design-y. I'm glad I'm getting the urge to get creative again. Now I just need to get the urge to finish painting my place..I think I need to just break down and pay someone since a) I suck at it and b)My hands cramp up after about 3 hours. and the ceilings need to get done too.

anyway, in otherwords, I've had time to think this morning and usually my best pondering comes while allowing myself to wander around the internet. Since blogging is becoming mainstream it's getting to be alot of fun seeing what other people do. Like this very interesting challenge I came across:

the 99 cent challenge: where a meal and all of it's accessories had to be created from things bought from the dollar store. How cool is that?  Truly, the Food Network must be notified. "The dollar store Gourmet" would be a total hit amongst college students. 101 ways to make ramen noodles. you think i'm kidding, but I bet they get Rachel Ray to host. Does that woman ever sleep?

about the creative wave that's passing over me: I gave myself restrictions as I think that's the best way i get my creativity going since it's about solving a problem which I love. It was either designer or lawyer. I chose the lesser of two evils here people. The project needed to be small enough fo rme to finish in a weekend so I could do several. and needed to involve things I love. retro stuff. I think I found it. I won't say much until I get the things going but I think Hobby Lobby trips will be in order. 

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Happy Cinco de Mayo people.  I'm finishing up a long web project in these here next few weeks and I'm now waiting for the programmers to work their magic. Again, I'm starting to lurk through blogs...I've convinced myself that if I don't comment then I'm not addicted. Really, I can quit any time I want. Anyhoo....I've discovered some sites written by guys. Amazing. For awhile there I was thinking blogs were a girl thing to vent, but no apparently guys will talk as long as it involves a complex coding initiative to start a blog. and they think we're weird. I saw this post and thought it was pretty funny. Amazing how age can dictate what you should and shouldn't do. I especially like the guys point of view of things.

TexasBestGrok

::QUOTE:: 

59 Things

I just recently turned 38, and have bolded the ones that I have, in fact, done:

• Coin his own nickname.
• Use a wallet that is fastened with Velcro.
• Rank his friends in order of best, second best, and so on.
• Hacky sack.
• Hang art with tape. (only in the kids' rooms)
• Ask a policeman, "You ever shoot anybody with that thing?"
• Ask a woman, "Hey, you got a license for that ass?"
• Skip. (with my daughter)
• Take a camera to a nude beach.
• Let his father do his taxes.
• Shout out a response to "Are you ready to rock?" (but only in the privacy of my car)
• Hold a weekly house meeting with roommates.
• Name pets after Middle Earth characters.
• Jokingly flash gang signs while posing for wedding photos.
• Give shout-outs.
• Use numbers in place of words or locations, such as "the 411" for information, or "the 313" for Detroit
• Compare the trajectory of his life with those of the characters in Billy Joel's "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant. (Who hasn't?)
• Request extra sprinkles.
• Air drum. (Who can listen to Tom Sawyer or YYZ and not?)
• Choose 69 as his jersey number
• Eat Oreo cookies in stages. (Oh, yeah, baby. And make your own double-and triple stuffs).
• End a conversation with "later skater."
• Hold his lighter up at a concert.
• Wear Converse All Stars with a tuxedo.
• Propose via stadium Jumbotron.
• Decide anything based on the ruminations of Howard Stern.
• Call "shotgun" before getting in a car. (?)
• Mist up during Aerosmith's "Dream On." (I get the feeling the author of this list likes to sip wine coolers while admiring the new window treatments, if you catch my drift... not that there's anything wrong with it...)
• Purchase fireworks.
• Google the word vagina.
• Ride a pony.
• Sport an ironic mustache.
• Say "two points" every time he throws something in the trash.
• Buy a novelty postcard in another country of topless women on a beach and write, "Wish you were here" on it
• Purchase home-brewing paraphernalia.
• The John Travolta point-to-the-ceiling-point-to-the-floor dance move; also that one from Pulp Fiction.
• Keep a minuscule amount of marijuana extremely well hidden.
• Watch the Pink Floyd laser light show at a planetarium.
• Refer to his girlfriend's breasts as "the twins."
• Own a vanity plate.
• Say goodbye to anyone by tapping his chest and even so much as whispering, "Peace out."

Not bad, I guess.

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Amazing how holidays are always a reason for self-assessment. For me they are anyway. Like you have to be told to appreciate your mom, God, your neighbors. They have holidays especially made for atonement. as if the other holidays don't generate enough guilt. Frankly sometimes I think they're lost on the people who need them the most. For the record, I think eating oreos in stages is a timeless act and no one should ever feel to old to do it. 

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I really should worry that many postings here are becoming pure rants. But then blogs can be used for venting so we don't all explode from festering anger that gets supressed when we deal with the stupid. I just imaging that old Monty Python sketch of the really overweight guy who just took "one more bite" before he exploded onto everyone. I think I see why there are so many mom blogs out there. Connection, no? 

Mia has now lost her two front teeth which now constantly makes that Christmas song "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" run through my head every time I take her potty.  Maisy seems to be oblivious to it and is now rebeling like a teenager in the mornings by taking her sweet time to go downstairs when she KNOWS Mia is a piddle timebomb in the morning. snot. I've resorted to just going without her but I end up going twice as THEN she come down after we've gone. and since I KNOW she's a dog and I'm responsible for her, I take her out. I'm just too soft.

I'm actually finally catching up to the freelance windfall (uh windfall implies having been paid...so maybe it's not that just yet) and I'm learning oodles of web stuff everyday. I'm still pondering on a physical art piece (I know it will involve shrinky-dinks though) I can create as I really think I need to explore that again. I actually miss Intermediate Design class... ::shudder:: I'm thinking of saving up to go to this conference next year...Gravity Free. Jeri clued me in on it and it looks like so much fun. Another friend of mine may be getting a position in such a place, but I won't mention any names since the interview hasn't happened yet. I'm very excited for her though and wish her oodles lof luck. I think I've used up my quota for the word "oodles" today. How suessian of me. 

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I think my dogs are conspiring against me. Seriously. This morning I caught them in a covert meeting area (between the chair and the TV in my room) looking very malicious (or it could have just been a burp).  As I asked them what was going on over there, I felt under my foot something that was very uncarpet-like. I swear the dogs laughed at me. ewww have a great day mom. love ya.

I'm noticing my mood patterns lately or at least trying to figure myself out. Sort like being my own person Jane Goodall and writing my observations in this blog. This week is the annual Viza-go-go thing that I personally used to be on the committee to help create. On one hand, I wouldn't mind going, but frankly I feel pretty ostracized from my own alma-mater department as I don't work for Pixney (pixar/disney) and therefore don't exist. Like what I have to offer is of no worth to them. Maybe that's my perception but oh well. I know there are a couple of people that I have absolutely no desire to converse with and unfortunately they're directly related to the lab. Looking back now I would do everything different as far as my graduate education. I see the wisdom in going to work for a while before heading off to grad school.  However as the whole time-contiuum thing has yet to be conquered, I shall perservere and still be creative in my own way. at least I don't have to follow a formula. Sometimes I think I'm just really afraid of failure so i refuse to try. wow. first step is admitting it huh. it seems like what i love versus what I'm capable of is like a computer and blender in love...It just won't work. or maybe I need to mature a little in my own self-assessment of my abilities. I allow far too many unworthy people give me their unfounded, uneducated opinions about me and i stupidly believe them. How does that make me any different than BH? I guess it doesn't in the big picture. but at least I don't harm others in the process. arggh i so didn't want to go here.

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