Weird marital issues

Okay, so I think I probably should have not gotten exempted from my Oral communications class. πŸ™‚ Matt & I had a blow-up earlier in the day and it all revolved around a word: car(t). Basically, I was at the World (our slang) and I was frazzled that (i) I had so much shit with me and no one volunteering to help with baggage (ii) a customer service person who was just scanning items & who seemed content with letting my shit pile all over the counter, etc. So, I buzzed Matt and told him to bring a second cart into the store. I figured I’d see him in less than a minute. When I didn’t, I told the “scanner” to pause while I ran out of the store to retrieve a different previously-requested cart. However, this cart was messed up because some customer couldn’t be bothered with cleaning up a mess of crushed strawberries that were all over the cart (slight exaggeration. Point is, I didn’t discover the crushed strawberries part till I was back in the store and ready to stash my goodies). So, I’m feeling slightly more frazzled than I should be. I pay for the stuff and get out of the store. And ready to war with M as to why he didn’t respond to my S.O.S. By my admission and his earnest remonstrations, I was wrong for blowing the issue out of proportion. I said “cart,” but he heard “car” so he drove around looking for me. Needless to say, he couldn’t have found me because I was inside and not outside the store. Knowing when to eat humble pie is a pre-requisite for marriage and I did it very willingly this time. Being the sweet man that he is, he didn’t rub it in too much and even apologized for rising to the bait of my spiked words. It’s truly weird how little stuff can bug the beejeezus out of me sometimes.

I got to talk with my parents and two of my brothers today (Donald and ben). Man, just hearing their voices, at the right time(s), makes me want to just Go Home. Of course, I have a figurative home here and now with my husband. However, I know that my real home is in Nigeria. As my mil let me know, her casa is also my casa and I do cherish her warmth & sincerity. I honestly couldn’t have asked for more real in-laws. From a sister who point-blank-“edly” asked me & M the baby question (lol) to M’s sisters who are so fun to be around, life is looking up. Despite my kvetching about the living situation, I think with a more positive outlook, my health (mostly mind) will soar through the roof. Work is going although I had been plagued by a certain experiment not working.

Seriously, I repeated this experiment (which is a biological version of cutting and pasting things out on a DNA level) over 4 times now. The first two were theoretically my fault. However, I am doubting that I had ever slipped up because my main supervisor took over the reins and the darned thing didn’t work either!! Well, my supervisor is one who knows her stuff and takes pride in the quality of her work. So much so that she can definitively rule out issues of error on her part or her reagents. So, to make this long story short, I’d been feeling pretty bad that this “simple” experiment had failed to work. Being the kind of person she is, it’s safe to say I’ve heard my fair share of subtle nods as to questions of competency a la alluding to the fact that others other than me and maybe “less” experienced have had phenomenal success. I’m a “the buck stops with me” kinda person and sometimes, I just need to trust in myself that if I did all I was supposed to do, then the shit did not hit the fan while I was on duty. Ergo, I cannot take the blame. Anyway, she thinks she’s narrowed the problem down. I think I know what else I can do to ease my heartache/bruised ego: positive & negative controls. See, in science, for your work to be publishable, you need your work to be reproducible and free of doubt or questions of it being a fluke. For instance, if you are doing a digest of DNA (digest means you’re using enzymes to cut DNA strands in specific places), your “positive” control would mean you would set up a reaction where you would expect your DNA to be digested. For your samples, you can posit as to whether their DNA will be cut or not. Your “negative” control will be a reaction where you would not expect your DNA to be digested. In a nutshell, you would need to control for the variables in the experiment: DNA and your restriction enzymes doing the digestion. I know I’m doing a crappy job, but this is the best I can come up with. When I’m less lazy, I’ll put up links that explain what I’m trying to convey to you. Back to my original point, I will essentially be including positive and negative controls this time. And will be keeping my fingers crossed. That’s all for now and have a good weekend folks. PS: I love Athens, but on game days, people just lose good manners. Sheesh.

Labor day, part deux

Okay, I lied. I’ve run out of the steam with which I churned out that last post. The long and short story was this: we spent at least 45 mins looking for Sitton’s cave. After almost giving up (I had given up after walking the first mile), Matt found the cave. The state park attendant was very helpful as far as even giving us pamplets on the cave’s whereabouts. I could’ve sworn that the idea of caves there was something of an urban legend because the park ranger and people that our party had talked too seemed reticent about the caves. Well, Sitton’s cave didn’t look well trafficked. Compared to Petty John’s cave, the entrance to Sitton’s cave was ginormous. Just like the caves I’ve read about and seen on TV! I’m putting a small selection of the pictures online.

Now that I don’t have internet access at home, it’ll be a pain to upload these things, one by one. Apparently, the library has disabled the Java Runtime environment from running on their computers. It’s such a pain in the patootie. In other news, I’m almost a full employee. HR hasn’t put my stuff into the system yet so I can’t get an email address. Not getting an email address means I’m cut off from the electronic side of things i.e. online sign-ins, getting on the waitlist for a prime parking spot, et cetera. This part may slightly get on my nerves, but it’ll happen eventually. In the meantime, I’d better brush up on my protocols.

Labor day et al

Man oh man! πŸ˜€ I had a blast this weekend. Barring the numerous bug bites and the junk food bonanza (lol), I had an awesome time. So much so that I will not hesitate to do it again as long as my job permits it. What did we not do up in Rising Fawn, GA? We visited the Cloudland Canyon State Park where we camped for 4 days and 3 nights. The first day, we spent over 5  hrs on the road just getting there. I spent about 2 hrs catnapping because I didn’t have much sleep the night before. πŸ™‚ However, day 2 saw us up at 10am and ready to make our way to the actual Cloudland Canyon. My Fujifilm camera didn’t disappoint me as I took gorgeous pictures of everyone. I have just downloaded them to my computer and I am so glad that I overcame my fear of breaking the camera enough to take it on the trip this weekend. We visited the Petty John cave and it was absolutely awesome. I even went into the cave and I was blown away. I am definitely interested in going spelunking, as they say now. Then, we headed up the Crockford-Pigeon mountain (in a car, of course) and visited the ‘Rock Town‘ which has some pretty interesting rock formations. As you can guess, I’ve got pictures of those and I think I’ll be needing Flickr for this task of putting the pictures up online. In a bid to keep our expenses low, I’ve cut off our phone/internet. Actually, it’s still there, but I’ve gotten Paul to get us off that bill for the month of September. Something tells me I’ll want to keep it off for good because it was costing us at least $50 (because we’re paying two-thirds of both phone and internet bills). I figure I’m also doing myself a favor because I’ll be forced to get out of the house and do something else. Anyway, back to the story, we got back, ate and just shot the shit generally. Day 3 saw a mass exodus (slight hyperbole) of Julie and her hubby, Jonathan including Matt’s buddy, Jonathan.  However, Matt, his bud (Big John) and I got to hike into the canyon (at least 5 miles total) to see the dried up waterfalls. This was a torturous hike because it involved stairs. I’ll put pics up much later for thee to be the judge. Right now, I’m running around to get stuff ready for my visit to the HR dept. at my new job which I’m beginning next week. Yay me!! And our last day was, interestingly, my most trying day. lol. Okay, here’s how it went down. Throughout our stay, there’d been whispers of caves being in the state park where we were. Now, my in-laws (my husband included) are serious outdoor fiends and were naturally interested. However, day 4 saw just Matt, myself and his dad pondering where on earth the caves could be hiding. By day 4, I was itching to get home to my e-mail and such. But I was game for a hopefully quick find of the caves. Alas! for it was not to be. By 2pm, we finally got our acts together and made our way to where the caves allegedly were. I’ll continue this story tomorrow. lol.

The movie, Knocked Up, had a few nuggets.

Okay, Knocked Up is rated R and by God, rightfully and sinfully so. πŸ™‚ It hits the right notes to attract males and just enough to keep the females happy. By box office accounts, this movie has done well. This movie struck me as having an anti-abortion stance and not justifiably so. The basic premise of the movie is this: girl gets effing drunk, and has a one night stand with a man. Said man is epitome of stoner nation in America i.e. jobless with crazy-as-hell friends who are just as uncouth as he is. Eight weeks later, she ends up with a bundle of joy. What to do? First of all, Alison (girl who gets preggers) lives with her sister (plus husband and kids) in an apparently spacious mansion. This means she has a warm and supportive place to stay with her pregnancy. Her mom counsels her to consider things carefully, but the movie writers expose their anti-abortion bent with a sentence they make Alison’s mom utter, “… when you get married, you’ll have a real baby.” What was up with the ‘real baby’ line? The mother-to-be is not in denial of the fact that her fetus will morph into a ‘real’ baby soon. In fact, it will make no difference to the mother-to-be, IMHO. We, the viewers, can see that the arguments to terminate the pregnancy are just as strong for the arguments to keep the baby i.e. she’s got a good job, good place to stay and a good environment overall. Contrast that with the real life situations that unprepared mothers find themselves in: shitty job, shitty environs, and the list goes on. The good thing is that some unprepared mothers will look beyond that and still keep the baby. The point is that there’s not that big solution (i.e. the instinctive keep-the-baby chant) to this problem. Anyhow, back to the movie, some lines struck a few chords within me such as the need that women feel to want to change their partners for better or worse, living and letting your partner live, resolving conflicts, etc. I could definitely learn a thing or two from this movie, believe it or not. Heck, I probably learned what NOT to do in a relationship. The biggest issue was the lack of communication between both couples. Or I should say, inability to communicate without deterioration into a shout-fest. It largely puts a lot of the blame for relationship woes on women and maybe it does that unknowingly, having fallen into the easy (and funny) way out of things. I do wish they had developed the plot between Alison’s sister and her husband so that we could see how they managed to salvage their marriage. I was a bit disturbed by Alison’s proclamation that her sister & her sister’s husband were miserably unhappy with each other. Oh well, I guess there’s always sequels. Read this review at Slate for more on what was wrong with this movie, but it’s still a must-see movie anyway. It says very articulately, what I feel about this movie. I saw this movie for the princely sum of $2.00 (no tax added) with Matt who took something away from it too. He’s disdainful of modern day movies and their penchant for silliness. πŸ™‚ I dragged him screaming and kicking to see this guy flick even though Daniel, his friend, was the one who suggested that we go see it. In other news, I’ve received semi-official confirmation from the powers-that-be (via email so it still doesn’t feel very official). In other words, say hello to your friendly neighborhood CPR. πŸ˜€

Slightly frustrated

Okay, I would like to integrate my Gallery with WordPress and there’s a plugin for it. However, because I installed Gallery2 and WordPress on different databases, I’m essentially stuck. Grrrh. Well, thank God for Weird Al Yankovic at times like this! πŸ™‚ I’ve been a fan of his numerous parodies. One of my favorites is “I’ll Sue Ya” which is a none too subtle dig at the litigious nature of the American society. [myspace 1672853857]