The Glamorous Life of a Modern Oracle

Lingering sinus ick. Bleh. Want to sleeeeeeeep all day but I kinda have that thing this weekend to prep for.

Been really looking forward to my next craft outing:

PDX Mini Maker Faire at OMSI
Saturday September 14 and Sunday September 15
10am-5pm

I'll be teaching/demoing rug making using old tee shirts, plastic grocery bags, and (of course) my favorite fuzzy scraps from Pendleton Woolen Mills.

104 Makers -- inventors, crafters, mad scientists, and more!
11 food carts -- YUM.

I've got a code for $2 off advance ticket purchase online: Maker13 (and you can tell them RugEmpire sent ya).

I've posted about Moose's recent butt-to-brain signal problem before (which is the reason, I think, behind his recent rash of indoor pooping... or as we like to call it, "Shatner-ing").

Well last night Lally decided to get in on the fun.

Around 3:30 I wake up to a tan dog jumping over my head... and put said head back down onto a wet pillow. Hmm, that's weird. She's not much of a drooler, generally. But my pillow sure is wet. And hey, my head is wet. And hey, the other pillow is wet. And hey, I better sit up and put my glasses back on and hit the lights because it appears she has indeed wet the bed and peed on my head.

Let's not make this one a nightly ritual, mmmkay?

Back in Ye Olde College Days, I went on a little road trip with some friends.

Before the trip, the dad of Friend K spent a little time making sure the car was safe and sound and happy. Thanks, dad!

But as we were roaring down the Sure-Kill Expressway (aka the Schuyllkill Expressway) we started to hear a horrible noise. It was a high-pitched squeal, like metal on metal. We pulled over to see if there was something stuck to the car, or some hubcap issue, or something else -- we were sure with the noise it was making, it had to be something glaringly obvious that was wrong.

We checked around and under the car, but everything seemed normal and carlike.

Optimistically, we opened the hood to take a look. Four of us, peering into the murky depths, cars screaming by on the highway next to us.

With the best comic timing ever, Friend B reaches down into the engine and says, "I don't know a lot about cars, but maybe it's this hammer?"

And indeed, she lifted out a hammer. A hammer with a huge notch cut into it, blazing hot to the touch from friction and stinking of ... well, burned hammer. Turns out that Daddy K had left one of his tools behind. It smelled so awful, we rode the rest of the way into Philly with the window open, holding the stinky hammer outside so we wouldn't have to smell it. (Holding the hammer was my job. By the time we got to town, it was cool enough that we felt okay setting it down without it setting the car on fire or something. Abandoning it never crossed our minds. That hammer deserved to make it back home.)

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Almost every time I peer into the murky depths of my car engine, I think of this story and it makes me smile. Tonight as I was gazing into the mechanical abyss, hoping that I could find the miraculous hammer that would make my car run again...

Well, I did find a "hammer" of sorts. That cap on the engine, where you add motor oil? I just noticed that it's missing. Now I'm not as religious about checking my oil as I should be, but I'm pretty sure that cap was there the last time I took it in for service. Was it still there when I got the car back? That I'm not as sure about. I've emailed the mechanic to see if they found a stray oil cap thingy.

It'll be interesting to see if that's the hammer that fixes the Wonder Wagon. Seriously, that car is on it's 9th life.

Looks like I'll be teaching folks to make rugs at the PDX Mini Maker Faire at OMSI in September!

And then there was that time that this meatball



took a dump in the hallway on/against my purse and favorite sneakers, laid in it, and got a midnight bath.

Then I got a midnight post-Moose-bath bath.

Now I am eating ice cream.

I had this plan, you see, of working on a rug and taking a picture every 30 minutes or so to show off how it progressed.



Pre-rug. A sample of some of the materials I'd be using.


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I've already gotten:

• Lots of cake!!


• Glittery nail polish w/ extra glitter and some glitter on the side


• A Phineas & Ferb lunch bag and a homemade pocket sized Perry the Platypus


• A new purse


• Two dresses (one is pink, one is green)


• Two pairs of shoes (one pair is pink, one pair is silver)


• Wreck-It Ralph -- which I am going to watch with Boyfriendguy as soon as I'm done typing this!


• Lots of birthday greetings from my friends & family which make me so happy and warm n fuzzy


• Old Navy gift cards


• Did I mention the glitter?


• And the cake????


• A pink ribbon-on-leather cuff bracelet

I freaking love my birthday. And I love all of you! <3

Looking at my list of gifts so far... I am forced to conclude that I am mentally 12 years old forever.

I mostly don't talk about my resolutions. Mostly because if I fail, I don't have to let anybody know I failed.

One of this year's resolutions was to start LJing more often. Maybe set a day of the week that is my weekly update day or something. I'd like to post at least once a week. I'd like to catch up with everybody, and get back that sense of community I used to feel before I hermited it all away.

So... okay. I just got the notice to renew my account and if I'm going to be paying cash monies for this thing I'd damn well better use it.

Hey guys, where's Moose?

He's a derpy hipster, or DERPSTER.

As I often do when presented with a strange and wonderful new thing/article of clothing/piece of fruit, I put it on my dogs.

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