Bills bills everywhere!

I find myself preparing to temporarily relocate to a hotel in Washington D.C. for work for the next few weeks. I decided it was about time that I set the finances in order... oh my! The living room floor of my parents house is currently covered with little piles from each utility company/bank/credit card/etc. I have managed to get the utility bills filed into their binders and logged in the apartment cost spreadsheet... my roommate will finally get the check that I've been promising!

Ok, enough ranting, back to work!

My First Meme Tag!

Thanks to Aimee I have actually been tagged in a Meme! And I need a break from the hours of homework... so here goes...

The Rules:
1. When tagged place the name and URL on your blog.
2. Post rules on your blog.
3. Write 7 non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
4. Name 7 blogs. (um, I'm not sure that I can name 7 as I don't consistently actually read that many... I'm progressing slowly... do you have a blog that I should start reading?)
5. Send an email/comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged.

Seven non-important things/habits/quirks about me:

- The clothes in my closet are arranged by type (pants, blouses, sweaters, etc.) and each type has their own kind of hanger (black - pants, white - blouses, pink - sweaters, etc.)

- I have always wanted to be the Phillie Phanatic... even when I was a little girl - forget being a princess, bring on the silly mascot costumes!

- I can't stand open drawers... the rest of the room could be a mess, but all the drawers must be closed (with nothing sticking out!)

- My feet are so flat I can suction them to the floor (non-carpeted of course).

- I've had two kidney stones... both during my freshmen year of college.

- I can't stand plain potato chips (salt & vinegar chips are a totally different story!)

- I enjoy singing & playing the piano. Although I have no problem singing/playing in a church full of people, I am super self-conscious about singing/playing when my roommate is home.


Name 7 blogs:
- The Mother Load - except she already did it (seeing as she tagged me)
- T With Honey - but The Mother Load beat me to it
- Rest Your Head
- I know JB's sister Julia had a blog (but the address seems to have been left on the old computer)... perhaps she'll reply to this post with a link? :-D
- 5?
- 6?
- 7?

If you should be 5, 6, or 7, please let me know!

Another cold night under the bridge...

I have concluded that I am definately not cut out to be a homeless person. I find myself spending yet another cold... well, maybe it's just cool... but the wind coming off the water makes it feel cold (I digress) night under my most favorite bridge on the NJ turnpike. The end seems so near for this series of tests, yet each day it seems to get further away. 8am tomorrow seems like an eternity sitting here close to midnight. Everyone else (the other two guys) are sleeping... one in his car, the other with his hoodie pulled over his face (he actually looks like a homeless dude!) For now, it's just me, the dial gauges, and the sump pumps.

I have light, power, powerade, pomegranate juice, snacks, and a few more layers of clothes to put on as it gets colder/windier yet I feel sad. Oh how I'd love to close my eyes for a few minutes... but I know better! A few minutes would quickly turn into two hours of missed readings before the other guys would have to wake up to take their readings. We only have two more sections to test on our 4th bridge(of 4 bridges) in the project. This is a project that I have been working with since I started my job soon after graduation. I am ready to see this project wrap up. I am getting weary of this schedule of not having a schedule.

Update:
It's always an adventure at the bridge... the soup I had for dinner meant a midnight port-a-john break. It was getting pretty damp so I decided I'd grab my carhart bibs while I was up near my car. When I went to walk back down under the bridge a guy walked up to me with a diesel can. His english was very broken but I guessed that he had run out of fuel as I could see his truck stopped a few feet from the end of our bridge. I quickly got the inspector under the bridge on the phone cuz I had no idea who this guy was or where he came from. It turned out that all he wanted was a little fuel but I live in West Philly folks... I wasn't taking any chances! The two guys who are out here with me for the test took care of the situation... now, back to watching paint dry...

Project HomeFront Corps.

Well, I finished Project HomeFront Corps. with no time to spare! The shirts were finally finished at about 4am on the big day of the Baptism of Bun. Unfortunately I did not have enough presence of mind left to remember that I wanted to take pictures to post here on the blog. Soooo, I'm gonna leave it up to Aimee to help me out with this one and post some pics... or send me some to post :D. Each member of the HomeFront Corps. got a tshirt in my take on their favorite colors (rather, whatever shade of their favorite color family I was able to find in their size).