Thanks to Wendy, who designed a sock pattern based on the dancing banana over on Plurk. Here are mine so far, the pattern is called Nanner Socks, mine are Rotten Nanners due to the colors. I’m even going to try and keep up with my project on Ravelry. I’m even trying to get my patterns uploaded there as pdf files. Ambitions, I have them.
My beta site addiction continues unabated. (I kill me.) New this week is Kwippy, and of course I have invites. You knew that.
A friend brought over some furniture this weekend, a few beautiful antique pieces, some very cool kitchen gadgetry, and this marvelous…thing. The pig pedestal was truly what was missing from my life. I love this thing so much, it’s sick.
Part 2 of the latest podcast episode will be out this week, and we’re recording a new one with Diane from Tasty Jewelry as well.
It started with an email from the Dallas Observer about this Friday the 13th Tattoo Marathon. The email said this:
24-Hour Tattoo Marathon at Elm Street Tattoo from Thursday, June 12 at Midnight through Friday, the 13th at Midnight. Come out and Party with us, we’ll have BBQ & Hangin’ out next door with our friends at July Alley all day and all night! Get a tattoo of the #13 for only $13 (plus $7 tip for good luck!). Elm Street Tattoo is attempting to set some WORLD RECORDS! Get tattooed by our local artists as well as tattooers from all over the country! Pre-party at the Doublewide with the Ramonahs on Wednesday, June 11th from 10pm -2pm!
yeah, they do it every friday tattoo, only the $20 ones, they try to break their Guinness world record every time. There are two a year. If you want good, wait in line for Oliver, or check out some of the guest tattoo artist. The guy i has was shaking, but after waiting in line, i didn’t want to not get it, so i just got some dots around my wrist. It is a lot of fun, they start on Thurs. night at midnight and go to midnight the next day. It is a big party. They have flash or “13″ tattoos that you can pick or you can do a design of your own, but it can’t be too big or too many colors. http://dfwburners.tribe.net/thread/6465ae4f-73a7-4e80-a8a2-bc4c5097655b
Go down on june, friday the 13th for the $ 13.00 tattoos,, they have this party every year…. draw it up, pick it or let em’ draw it… home of oliver peck. check em’ out http://www.yelp.com/biz/elm-street-tatoo-dallas
Well, Deep Ellum is far from the suburbs and I didn’t really have anyone to go with, and of course had the kids with me all day, so I resigned myself to not getting a fabulous little “13″ tattoo.
But then! I was at a playdate Friday morning, and it turns out it was my friend’s birthday! She wanted to get a tattoo for her birthday and is also enamored of the number thirteen, so we made plans to grab an innocent bystander (the friend hosting the playdate. Hi Sharon!) and headed for Deep Ellum last night.
This is where I apologize for not taking more pictures of all the stuff last night. I am an idiot. Sorry.
We get down to the area, grab a nice parking place, and easily find the tattoo shop. We’re standing in a long line/crowd, people ahead of us clutching their waivers, the girl with the clipboard making her way further down the line each time, taking IDs and giving us our numbers. The guy needed to break the world record of 400, and apparently stopped booking at 405? I made it, anyway.
We stood around for an hour or so, chatting with the friendly people in line (one even lent his hat for a googly eye picture). The Monster energy drink people handed out free Monster drinks, then asked us all to hold them up for the camera for an ad. Considering the gagging faces of everyone around me tasting the Monster drinks, I doubt those pictures will show up anywhere anytime soon.
And then - someone comes down and tells us, this is the line for The Guy, and if you go on the other side, you can just go to the next available artist and be done. Since we didn’t want to hang out downtown until midnight, and The Guy had plenty of people to make his record, we jumped lines.
Sitting at a table underneath a board full of flash art featuring the #13 (little, cute, just the kind of stuff we wanted) the man at the table informs us that we can only get the one design. Everyone gets the same design. (pics of board and one of the tats would be nice here, huh? SORRY.) The same design, was a blocky, black “13″ measuring two and a half inches square. Um, I’m a little thing and wanted a little tattoo on my shoulder blade or boob or something. Not a giant, ugly blocky thing that really? I have no place big enough to put. Also, did I mention it is UGLY.
So we came back to my house, ate tacos, and played Wii bowling. Happy Birthday, AmySue! Gah.
It is no secret I’m a Twitter addict. Then, someone tweeted about Plurk, and things haven’t been the same since.
Everyone is arguing which is better, why one sucks, etc., whatever. I like both. As I just plurked (how awesome is the very word?), Twitter is the convention, and Plurk is the party. Who doesn’t want to attend both? Each fun in their own way, the party is just…crazy.
Lots of pictures and fun stuff and stories about the craziness of today, but then I somehow found this The Passively Multiplayer Online Game and got all distracted and don’t really feel like finishing the other post. But I will tomorrow, and it will be worth it. Honest.
Yes, it is. Nobody got me a chainsaw again. Decades of disappointment continue with no end in sight. Fine. I did get the blog a domain for my birthday, http://randomlynicole.com. Which just comes, well, right here. The blog has to prove it deserves hosting and design and all that crap before I do anything else.
Before I totally fail the blogging every day thing yet again. So, um, here.
This is so not a craft I would ever be tempted to try. Entirely too much work. But click on the picture (say click, take a pic! <– if you got that, I feel your pain). YEAH SO. Click on the picture to go see some really cool painted eggs. Goodnight.
P.S. I got the blog a domain today, even though it doesn’t deserve such extravagance. No hosting, don’t want to get out of control. So now this is also http://RandomlyNicole.com. Which, for my fellow oblivious friends, is also now the title of this damn thing.
I’m not a party person. I suck at party planning, decorating, all the stuff that makes good parties. Also, my house? Not exactly “party clean” on a daily basis, you know. But, we must think of the children, right? So a party was had.
The kids did have a blast, and I even caught them all in one picture - I just had to let the picture run for 30 seconds and pretend I wasn’t shooting video. Honestly.
The first part involved weeks of transforming a disaster of a storage/junk room into an actual studio/craft room that people could see and even enter. The process will probably be a whole other post, but here is a snapshot of what happened. It is actually all kinds of awesome now, and completely finished. Well, I’m going to paint the new door. Don’t hold your breath for white, either. This is my room, after all.
I made a nifty slideshow of part of the cleaning process, but it doesn’t want to post. If you really want to see it, click here.
There was OCD level cleaning of the entire house, and minor repairs and paint touch-ups were done. Whatever paint that was, it did a good job, but was certainly not one of the type that clean up easily with water. I found that one out the hard way. The only thing that got this stuff off (that I had around, anyway) was direct blasts of Goo Gone. My hands look normal now, but still feel really weird, and this was two days ago? Maybe yesterday. A blur I tell you, total blur.
The Boy wanted a baseball themed party, with a bounce house. The bounce house he picked out was in the shape of a giant humvee. That part was easy enough, but I thought after putting all that cash into the bounce thing, we’d go homemade with the cake this year. Big mistake. Huge. I always have sucked at decorating cakes, and practice isn’t making perfect at all. Liars, whoever says that crap.
I first tried skating by with just cupcakes that look like baseballs. Even I could do that, right? Kinda…fortunately my friend Jean showed up and took over the icing part, thought I did those red line type things. They do look like baseballs. They. Do. NOT FAIL.
Boy informed me that birthday parties also have cakes, though. A square cake like a baseball diamond. Once again, I overestimated my abilities, and even procrastinated baking the cake until this morning. Red Velvet cake. Boys utterly delighted that the batter looked like a big bowl of blood. Yes, that is the corner of a box mix. I told you I suck with the cake thing. I made the icing from scratch, so bite me.
Transfer of cake to board for decorating - did not go so well. Kind of a lot of it stayed in the pan. I got out a spatula and carefully reconstructed the cake.
In spite of my obvious MacGyver-esque ability to manage this situation, the husband realized it was time to run to Kroger.
I still finished my cake, dammit. It is bad. It is not my worst ever. Nobody ate any. Bastards.
There was much bouncing and Wii playing and lots of friends and the party in general did not fail. Now I have six months off until the next one.
Oh, I might have stuck some googly eyes on the bounce house. Oops. Check out the Googly Anarchy Group, there are quite a few new additions this week, all good!
Finally, my birthday is in like 5 or 6 days, and it looks like I have to give up my dream of a chainsaw yet again. I don’t know why everyone is so against me having one. Help, help, I’m being oppressed!