Scarby, part 1

It's been a long day.

Here, have a video from Scarborough Fair(e)!



These guys were a LOT of fun. I hope we see them again come our next trip (May 17th).

In Which Our Heroine is Covered in Excrement

So, instead of detailing how cleaning the fish tank went this afternoon, I'm just going to give a list. Ready?

Ok:

- Our phone book
- The kitchen sink
- The kitchen floor
- My khaki pants
- One of the cats
- Most of my dish towels
- The counters
- My shirt

...oh, you want to know what that's a list of? Well, its a Great Big List of Things That Got Covered In Smelly Fish Tank Water this afternoon. Carly was awesome enough to give me a siphoning-cleaning-thingy for the fish tank, but I neglected to anchor the "out" end properly in the sink. Yay.

Also, Master Saxon (the black fish) decided that while I was up to my elbows in water, fixing the plastic plants, it would be a great idea to bite me on the wrist. Why, Saxon, why?

In other news, that fish has a huge, powerful mouth for something that lives on flakes. Ow.

Workin'

My new job is going well. If you ignore the fact that I spend 1-4 hours a day staring at the computer screen and reading bad writing, it's actually kind of fun. Also, I logged 10 hours in this, my first week. Whoo $90 paycheck after taxes!

So, that's that. I have a 5-minute podcast due, a grant due, a quiz over the subjunctive in Spanish, and a quiz on modernist Spanish literature next week. Joy.

Habitat for Humanity

Finally, here are the photos for the Saturday we spent with Habitat for Humanity a few weeks back.



It was definitely an amazing experience; the woman whose house we were building was there, hanging out with us AND we were working to earn hours for a friend of mom's so that she can get a house sometime soon.

We worked mostly with the siding: my arms hurt for two days from carrying it around. I was deemed unfit to hammer nails into the siding, but I did get to stand on the other side of the wall and hammer out nails that came through wrong. Also, they let me use the power shears, which are awesome. Al and I did a little painting, and I acted as an anchor for the ladders on some of the more uneven ground.



"Wait, there are people inside? I should be more careful with the nail gun . . ."

Inexplicably, they gave the GIANT level to the shortest person in the group.

"Ah, yes, we have located the corner of the building. Excellent."

I've Been Published!

Brijit didn't like my abstract on an article about Japanese Whiskey, but they published my comments on an interview with the Girls Gone Wild moron (I mean, founder) today!

I am filled with glee, and also I get money for it.

Gearing Up for a Road Trip

Because I am an awesomely cool college student, I'm going on a short road trip towards the end of the month.

Because I am a huge nerd, that road trip is to a renaissance festival. Namely, Scarborough.

That's right, kids, I will be enjoying food on a stick, the Royal Ale and Wine Festival, entertainment, and a mythical monster museum.

You know you're jealous.

Easter

If you think I'm behind on blogging about holidays, you should see my scrapbook. (let's just say I'm not at 2008 yet)

Easter was pretty typical at the ZD household, [although someone didn't make any food from the Slovak cookbook and thereby ruined Easter]

First, there was Guitar Hero.


Then, despite not having a single family member under the age of 17 -- unless you count the dogs -- we tromped out front for the Easter egg hunt. Mom, filled with ideas of us "playing fair" and "being nice to our guest" and "Niki and Dad not taking all of the eggs from everyone else again this year" made us go out at staggered times. Sadly, this meant pretty much everyone got outside before me.


And, some horrible person had brought two dozen cascarones, ensuring that everyone got covered in confetti and bits of egg.


Eventually we were pretty sure we'd gotten all the eggs (if not, we'll find out in May when it gets really hot), so everyone headed back indoors. There were prizes for all: Al, as the baby (I mean, youngest family member) got a chocolate bunny and a National Geographic magazine, and I got lottery tickets for my gambling fix. Oh, and the cartoon eggs, of course.
Polar Bear

Street Musician

Fidel Castro (no, I don't know why)


Then dad did the traditional ZD Easter Bunny Dance, and we all had dinner.