No-Talent Ass Clown Today is my youngest daughter's birthday. She's such a sweetie, never mind that she threw my wallet out of the stroller last week. I'll post a picture of her later. The one that I've got that is so cute has these ugly shoes of mine in the background, and I just can't stand to admit that I bought those hideous things. We're celebrating Wednesday, not today, for various unexciting reasons. Last night I went to an artist's reception for a new exhibit at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art. It's called nano. A friend of mine is one of the scientists on the project. It was such a hoity toity thing to do. So afterward I was supposed to go home, but some of the people I work with invited me out to a bar across the street ( Molly Malone's, to be exact). Husband was at home, unfortunately sick, with the children, who were all supposed to be sleeping. I kept checking my phone, but no messages, and I was feeling antisocial for always looking at my phone. I was afraid I wouldn't hear it ring in the noisy bar. I talked to my friend about it, and we figure that if the baby woke up that Husband would call and I would jet home. Well, I checked my phone right before we were going to leave to go dancing, and sure enough Husband called. Now I'm in trouble, because the baby had woken up a little over an hour before. Husband had tried to call, I didn't hear, he had to get up at 6:45am today, he was sick, and I didn't get in until 1am. I should have told him that there was a possibility that I would have the opportunity to go out after. Of course my friends would be doing something after. I would be surprised were it any other way. But since that possibility was never discussed, I should have just gone home. Well, aside from all this, the baby will be getting older as they do. Then he won't wake up so much, and when he does he won't be clamoring for mama's boobies. Ahhh...boobies. Also, Husband won't be so sick and tired from taking care of the children all day, so he'll go out, too, and that will be just great all around. Why, you say? Well, I like to go out. I'm social. I like to dance, drink, and talk with people. I like to check out the other people there that I don't know, and think about them and their lives. If Husband can join me on these endeavors, we'll have a good time. Youngest daughter just woke up from her nap. Darn. I was thinking that I should sneak in some ice cream while she was sleeping. Now if I have any, she'll want to have some, and that's just not a healthy snack, now is it? We had some apple instead. Last night I had some Guinness, and boy it was so good. That foam on top (it was draught), was so creamy and smooth. I never thought I would hear (umm..type?) myself saying that I like beer foam. I almost forgot! I got the No-Talent Ass Clown Award (This is a reference to Office Space) at my research group's weekly meeting on Thursday. Someone in my group bid on e-bay for this resin clown with his pants down, boxers showing, and now it is proudly on display on my desk. What did I do to deserve this special award? Let me tell you. 1. I asked Andrew if the solid waste container was the trash can. Maybe you have to work in a chemistry lab to understand just how egregious this question was, so let me explain this further. In a chemistry lab a lot of waste is generated, all chemical (duh). It is important to put these wastes in the proper containers so that Environmental Health and Safety can dispose of it properly. So, most of this waste is liquid, for example halogenated solvents or acid/base waste. Now, I didn't think the trash was the right place for the solid waste I generated (P123, a polymer), but most of the stuff in the trash is solid. Never mind, it was so stupid. 2. I dropped some CD's between my lab bench and the plexiglass behind it, which will require unscrewing all 15 feet of plexiglass or putting some sticky tape on a long stick and trying to get the CDs to stick to it. Work work work, all of it! 3. I let too much pressure into a flask, and blew the rubber septum off of it with a loud pop. Thank goodness no was there to see how red with embarrassment my face got! Even more thankfully, my reaction vessel survived, which was several hours worth of work already. Whew! At group meeting I drank gin and tonics and ate "Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Ganache Filling and Espresso Chocolate Frosting decorated with Chocolate Coconut Crisps." I kid you not, that is the name of this cake on the package. Now the baby is awake, and I still haven't gotten to the topic of the homeless woman I saw. Geez. Well, this entry is long enough already anyway. |