One last thing, real quick.
And then laundry and knitting for real: I started swatching all my stash yesterday, and I think I’m going to start doing a regular swatch post (at least until I run out of swatches, which will probably be never). Something cheesy and alliterative, like “Swatch Sunday.” Or Saturday, maybe. Anyway, I wanted to go ahead and get this Liquiline Blast swatch up, since I don’t think I’ve seen *all* the colors swatched yet (although I might be forgetting).
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ETA: I’m a DUMBASS. Sorry about that, here are the colors/details:
CoverGirl Liquiline Blast:
Left to right, top to bottom:
#460 Green Glow
#450 Blue Boom
#440 Violet Voltage
#420 Brown Blaze
#430 Silver Spark
#410 Black Fire
And there you are.
The purple surprised me a bit. I was really expecting it to be shimmer, for some reason, so I even wiped it off, sharpened it (in case I’d contaminated the pencil with eyeshadow or something), and reswatched. And it really looks like that. Still pretty, though. And the blue seems to be slightly shimmery, somewhere between the silver/green and the brown/black/purple. Alright, later taters.
FOTD: Cranky coral (5/24/10)
I felt like most of today (makeup included) was a big fat FAIL. I didn’t get much sleep Saturday night, and last night I was up late for the Lost finale, which also left me rather upset. (That’s coming in another post.) Then shit just kept not going my way this morning, and I was fucking grumpy. Nothing catastrophic, just lots of little things, like *every* little thing, and I just didn’t have the stamina to deal. I ended up leaving work early to take a nap, and I’m feeling a bit better now. Anyhoodle.
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Husbands, cats, and beer cozies.
One of the reasons I sometimes half-jokingly call Chalupa a whore or a douchebag:
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She never sits on *my* lap. x.x
The finished beer cozy for Greg:
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I made my own pattern for this, but I did write it down, mainly so I could make sure both “sides” were even, since it’s folded in half for double thickness and extra insulating power. (And there’s a purl row at the fold to help it lay flat and fold crisply.) So I might write it up and put it on Ravelry or something. But it’s really pretty simple. I’m working on one that’s twice as long and just a smidge broader, for Four Loko cans. (Drink of the devil.)
Greg’s left for his show, with Rick, Stephen, and Cody (the rest of Shades of Agony). I’m caught up on FOTD posts, which is good since I might have more from playing with makeup tonight with Jess (Mel’s not into makeup), and I want to do some swatches of stuff I’ve gotten recently. At long last, and after I’d given up hope and thought it lost in the mail for good, my Sobe Botanicals order came in, so that was a nice surprise. (Apparently it was kicking around a Georgia post office for a good month. Weird.) I didn’t have to go in and make up work today, because Project Uplift is having an event on campus, so I wouldn’t be able to park, which was a nice break. Gotta go in tomorrow, though, trying not to use up all my leave. And then I do believe I’m hearing thunder. Yes!
FOTD: Shrouded Moon (5/20/10)
I’m not entirely happy about how this turned out. I think a different lipcolor would have worked better for me, although Raspberry is a lovely color. I was definitely off my lipstick-application game, too. Oh well, fuck it.
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FOTD: Glowing Pinko (5/19/10)
I wanted to do another yellow-ish look, and I wanted to push myself to be more adventurous in combining shadow colors, so I tried to pick shades that I wouldn’t normally think to combine, but that were pretty together. I really liked how it ended up!
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FOTD: I looooooooove Etude House! (5/17/10)
Because I wanted to wear my Etude House lippie, and I’ve been inspired by all the sunny, pretty yellow looks y’all have been doing!
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FOTD: Get Medieval on Your Eyes (5/15/10)
I would apologize for the bad pun, except that I like bad puns. 
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Cuteness!
“Long Island lovebirds celebrate 60-year anniversary…”
Adorable.
I’m mad that Stargate Universe ended on such a cliffhanger and won’t resolve for two weeks.
And I’ve been up WAY too late since, reading Lotus Palace, adding to my ridiculous Asian cosmetics wishlists, and watch questionable Syfy (I HATE that renaming/rebranding, btw) movies. It is bedtime for Kathy. Later taters.
Happier, more worthwhile things.
The upshot is, Greg and I have decided to put up a privacy fence. Not any time soon, because we’ve got a lot of stuff coming up in June, and just had the hybrid repaired. But it’s decided. And it’s awesome! It’ll solve a couple problems, and on top of that, it’ll be great for when I get my ass in gear and plant fruit trees and veggies; I won’t have to worry about loose neighborhood dogs fucking shit up, or going after our yard rabbits; if we ever get chickens, or a dog, the fence will already be in place. I’m excited!
And now I am going to eat the shit out of some yummy, yummy Thai food (potato corn cakes and sauteed cashew, mmmm) and sit back and watch Telford fucking get his! Woo woo! A friend at work and I have been discussing Stargate Universe and just waiting for that weasel to get what’s coming to him, and it looks like tonight’s the night. (I love Lou Diamond Phillips, so I’m glad he’s getting more work, but his character is just so vile.)
I’ve got to make up some time at work tomorrow and Sunday, but that’s cool. And tomorrow night, I get to hang out with Mel and Jess! YAY!
Oh sweet Jesus!
Our neighbor? That neighbor.
Left Greg two voicemail messages today, each about three minutes long. She wants to lease that land again. I swear to god. This fucking woman. I just…Really, lady? REALLY?!
She also mentioned something about doing some landscaping on her land, and how some of *our* bushes look like they’re dying, and apparently a tree of ours has a branch that “keeps scraping” her car. I don’t remember *any* branches extending near enough to her driveway for that to be plausible, but whatever, we don’t care, we’ll cut down the offending branch. I mean, my husband will chainsaw that fucker right off. If she wants us to pony up some money and have it “landscaped,” um, no, thanks. As for those dying bushes, I don’t really give a fuck, number one, and number two, if they’re the bushes I think they are, I don’t think they’re dead yet, there just hasn’t been enough rain lately for them to flourish like they did last summer. On the other hand, if they’re the bushes I think they are, they provide some privacy between our houses, so if they *are* dying, yeah, I’m inclined to replace them. But on my own, because I am cheap, and landscaping isn’t worth it, in my opinion. (I mean, if we lived in a sprawling mansion with oodles of land and money to burn, sure.)
I kind of just want to slam my head in a desk drawer over and over. I feel like I must live in Bizarro World. How is this continuing to be an issue? What? I mean, we’ve said no several times, and the last time – it was me, and I was pretty clear that that was a final “no.” (Actually, maybe we should just put a privacy fence up and call it a day.)
But I will say this on the landscaping issue: If *anyone* ever so much as shoots a side-eye at that honeysuckle bush the baby bunny lives in, IT’S ON. I will shank a bitch. Trust.
