I know the entire world is just dying to know where I ran off to for the past eighteen months. I started working as a co-op and then junior developer, went to school part time in the evenings, and also got pregnant, graduated college (with honours!) when I was six months pregnant, and then gave birth to the cutest baby ever (objectively) in November. I have been busy. I’m fixing shit around here, and I’m not done yet. I need to go feed my crotch goblin (who is starving to death as we speak) right now, so I’m taking a break. See you guys in another eighteen months!
I’m not dead
Though I might as well be, considering I’ve done nothing of interest since March.
Or rather, I’ve been busy with school, getting my first co-op job, and taking a trip to Portugal (not quite in that order). So I’ve neglected my very-popular site. For shame, Samantha. For shame!
I’m working on this design recently. Taking my sweet time with it, as with everything I do (although that’s not quite true, because quite often I rush through things just to finish them and then they are terrible), but it’s coming along. I like it.
Finished my second term in college and am halfway through my third (why yes, I did voluntarily enroll in summer school) and got my co-op job, which I start in September. I got three different job offers out of the five interviews I did. 60% interest made me feel pretty good about myself. 100% would have been better, but eh, I’m not the world’s greatest programmer (I’m not bad either, I don’t think…) so it’s okay. I don’t mind losing to those kids who are super-passionate.
Started the transition to my grandmother’s house. Woo. I got some nice clay dishes in Portugal that I’m looking forward to using in some recipe photos. I’m working towards having the ultimate Portuguese Grandma kitchen. Clay everywhere! First recipe I have in mind is my piri-piri chicken. It’s delicious and I would say can rival Nando’s if it’s cooked well (I’m lazy and like to just toss the marinated chicken in a pan with the lid on, then come back half an hour later). Since piri-piri is thought of as a Portuguese dish (though I have to say, I grew up with my very Portuguese immigrant grandparents and we never once ate piri-piri anything; I think piri-piri chicken is more African than Portuguese), I figured it would be a good way to break in my very-Portuguese dishes (hand-made by a man named Manuel Antonio Da Silva, of course).
Speaking of Portuguese clay, have you heard of Caldas da Rainha? I strongly recommend a Google search of the name plus the word “pottery”. Fair warning, the search will be NSFW. It’s my new favourite town and I think everyone who isn’t easily offended should go there and check out the fun pottery.
I’ll make some kind of post with my favourite pictures from my Portugal trip eventually. Until then, I’m going to go right back to neglecting the fuck out of this site. Love you!
I’ve been cooking.
I’ve been cooking. Less than I used to, but more than I have been lately. Being between homes is awkward; I’ve always been uncomfortable using other people’s kitchens, even my own mom’s. My mother-in-law’s? Super weird for me. But I do it semi-often, because I’m not much of a cleaner, and I hate to be a mooching house guest. Making dinner for the in-laws’ makes me feel a bit better about still being in their house after six months (Dear Uncle: Please, please, please finish that bathroom soon. Thanks.) when I originally thought we’d be here only a couple of weeks.
They seem to enjoy it, because nothing I cook seems to last long, and I make huge batches, always, because I love leftovers. And I don’t seem to have many these days. My brother-in-law is only nineteen, so the kid can pack away food, holy damn. The other day, almost a week ago now, I bought a pack of five chicken breasts and a pack of nine chicken thighs. Two jumbo packs of dead chicken. I made shawarma with it, fully expecting to feast on the leftovers for a couple of days, at least. Do you know how long that lasted? I had enough leftovers to make two shawarma sandwiches the next day. That’s it. I feel I can comfortably say that I have finally nailed homemade shawarma. Hopefully I’ll get a nice post written up about it sometime soon.
So I’ve got a week off class right now, and am trying to crank out a few different WordPress themes to get more practice. This one uses some stock photography from DeviantArt: this bridge and this lady. It’s basically identical to my Jovian theme I’m using for the main site but with different images and colour schemes. I like it; it’s quite pretty, if I do say so myself. Click below to see a live demo! There is a version for desktops and a version for mobile.
View Desktop Demo | View Mobile Demo
Holy crap, I did something! Not something that anyone but myself would care about, but I still did something! I changed the site design! NO WAY!
I was working on an assignment for one of my college classes earlier today. It’s a beginner web programming class. The assignment involves designing our own website from scratch. Ooh! I’ve done that before, god knows how many times (because I was a super cool twelve-year-old), so getting that assignment started wasn’t difficult. The bulk of the time I worked on it today was spent obsessing over tiny details and ignoring the fact that the style with which I went is kind of outdated (it’s not a web design class, so I can go as nostalgically retro as I want!). It features Jupiter and a few of its moons, because I am super excited for us to discover alien life on Europa in the coming decades.
Why, Hello There!
Hello, Internet! I almost forgot you existed. Kind of. I mean, I have been using you a lot lately (as I have since what, 2002? I think I have a problem…), but I haven’t really been talking to you. It’s been pretty one-sided, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t use you like that. A relationship requires effort from both parties, and I…
Oh wait, I think that’s the letter I’m supposed to be writing to my husband. (“Thank you for paying all my bills while I’m unemployed for a month and in college! I’ll remember to talk to you really soon, I promise. Just let me finish these last fifty-thousand assignments and…”)
Let’s Get Personal
My poor, abandoned site. I have been moving, as I am sure you know since there is that little message all the way down there saying so. Sold my townhouse and am in the process of moving into my grandmother’s house (my avó), which is taking approximately 73454534x longer than the husbear and I expected. See, he is deathly allergic to cats and, almost five years ago when my beloved childhood dog passed away, my dad decided it would be a good idea to get me a cat to soothe the pain. I should clarify that my dad and I lived with his parents from when I was thirteen until I was twenty (although he moved in immediately after he and my mom divorced, when I was eleven), at which point we left because neither of us could handle his dad anymore (my grandfather has had a bad case of raging asshole since forever). We bought a townhouse together, because my dad desperately did not want to rent, but could not afford a home on his own. Anyway, yeah, back to the cat. My dad thought it would be a good idea to get me a cat. Problem being, of his three children, I am the only one who does not suffer from kitty allergies. I may have been the only one who lived with him, but my brother and sister would come over on weekends, and suffer for her cuteness.
When we left my avó’s house, we left my cat behind (her name is Schrödinger Comma-Erwin, by the way) so that my siblings could come visit us and still be able to breathe. Also, avó loved Schrö (whom she called “Shin-ah” because saying Schrödinger with a Portuguese accent is difficult), and she needed at least one friendly face when she lived with a husband who scowled 24/7. About six months after we got Schrödinger, the husbear and I started dating. Due to the aforementioned Mr Grumpypants, I never brought him to my house. Also, you know, he is deathly allergic to cats. After my dad and I moved, I had him over all the time.
So for the past week and a bit, maybe two weeks I don’t even know anymore, I have been moving out of my house. It has been a pain in the butt, and I am still not done. This is the first time I have ever packed up an entire house, so I am in quite over my head. Anyway, I wanted to tell my large swathes of readers that the reason I have been not-so-unusually silent these past few days is because of the aforementioned moving. Yay! More details to come, I suppose. Maybe. If I decide to, I don’t know… Anyway, yeah, now you know! Bye for now, unless I die of exhaustion from all this prepping-the-house-to-sell nonsense, in which case it will be bye forever.
Weird Chick 64
I don’t have much to say about this except that it is my second attempt at a WordPress theme. Starting to get the hang of it a bit more! Going to keep making more until I really get it. Anyway, it’s supposed to look like an N64 controller and console, with an SNES X, Y, A, B button-inspired background. No link to a demo right now, since you’re kind of viewing one already.
This took me hoooours to design and transfer everything over, so you all better appreciate it. >:0 The Weird Chick now joins the million billion other websites using WordPress, because comments. Honestly, that is the big reason. Even though I don’t have many readers. 😉
So a few months ago, my mom calls me (which is not a common thing for us; we both absolutely hate talking on the phone), and says she has this great idea. Now, if you don’t know my mom, which you likely don’t (unless you are her, in which case, I hope you do), my mom is full of great ideas. As in, she always has a new one that I just have to hear about. I love my mom; she’s totally a twelve-year-old in the body of an adult. Anyway, some backstory: about ten years ago now, she was injured at work. My mom is a cop, and she was chasing a guy with the K9 unit (she was thinking of transferring), when something went wrong and she injured her leg. Like that time I broke my tailbone in rugby practice and then pretended nothing happened and kept going (bad idea, by the way), my mom got up and kept chasing the guy. Turned out, the next day, that she had really screwed up her knee, and thus began the past ten years of WSIB, lawyers, bad bosses, psychiatric medication, surgeries, and rehab.
It should come as no surprise, then, that my mother has more than a little bit of time to daydream and come up with new ideas to kill the insufferable boredom of being home on medical leave. Until I had my car crash this February, I thought it would be pretty nice to be home on medical leave: you still get paid, and you get to stay home. How could that be anything but awesome? Turns out you end up feeling like a mooch scamming the system and sitting on your lazy butt at home while everyone else gets up like a real adult and goes to work. So she tried to come up with things to do to feel useful again. She went through a million and one short-lived phases (see above “perma-twelve-year-old” comment), including a cooking phase that left me with a few nice new supplies for my kitchen when she inevitably grew bored…