I'm utterly exhausted from the weekend. I've got lots to talk about but it will have to wait until tomorrow. To sate my loyal fans, I give you the pics from the weekend. The layout is all sparse and crappy at the moment but I hope to get it pretty by the end of the week. And fix the date orders. And end up throwing out this software and using something else before I'm done, I'm sure. But in the meantime, enjoy what I have so far.
I made a jello mold last night. And lo, it was good.
The contents included 12 small packets of orange sugar free jello (Kroger brand - 3 for $1) and 8 cups of water. I put it in the fridge and it set up within a few hours but I left it alone until morning. Then I had my fun. As a note, it tasted completely nasty and next time I'll try Jello brand and replace some of the packets with unflavored gelatin. Everything it touched became instantly orange. Hours later, my left hand is still orange like I dipped it in cheap sunless-tanning goo.
Behold the castle in action (with sound)!
Castle in motion - 5.6MB mpeg, 14 sec.
Rich walks in and gets involved - 3.6MB mpeg, 9 sec.
Rich gets very involved - 4.0MB mpeg, 10 sec.
Punch test (sorta) - 2.9MB mpeg, 7 sec.
I got my hair cut after work today.
Joseph was my stylist and he had a lot of opinions about my hair. He used this razor thingy quite profusely and waffled between telling me I would look more sophisticated and more young. I'm wondering if those two cancel each other out.
I stopped at Kathy's to show her as he is her stylist too and I needed someone I'm not sleeping with to give me an opinion on it. She was a bit taken aback by it, but claimed to like it.
I came home, showed the Puddin' (who likes the cut very much), posed for the above picture, took a shower to wash all the hairs off of me and then cried my eyes out because I looked horrible. I was crying because I couldn't find two clean matching earrings, all my clothes were ugly, my shoes didn't match my jeans, my toenails weren't painted and oh, by the way, I look like a boy.
I pulled myself together enough to go to Sonic with the Puddin' and get a hot dog in which to drown my sorrows. I am off to go experiment with gel and other hair products. Maybe it's like when you get your dog back from the groomer and they put either a blue bandana or pink ribbons on the dog. I need some pink ribbons on my ears.
Love, Genie "Boys Don't Cry" Alisa