Day Twenty-eight: Water Quality Testing

Discovering Dissolved Oxygen

In the last week I have conducted 4 water quality tests. One was a mock test to learn how to do it even though I have done it for several years. It was for a class and it was easy attendance so I went to class and re-learned.

The second time was to complete my homework for the class.  After completing the full analysis onsite, plus macro-biological survey, we loaded up the truck to leave…Only to realize we were on the right river, but at the wrong site.

The third time was to actually complete my homework for my class. *sigh* Our first site was much more diverse and interesting.

The fourth time was today (pictured) at my old workplace where I tested two branches of the underground river inside a cave. Rad, right?
In this picture I was figuring out the dissolved oxygen for the smaller of the two tributaries. The clean samples I took were sent to a lab for further testing.

From everything I found the water was of good quality or at least good enough to support life. The pH test was lower than I expected, but still not bad. The oxygen was pretty high even thought the river levels were low, which I expected because of the cool temperature of the water.

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Day Twenty-seven: Explosion of Fun!

Bomb exploded

Although there are many awesome cooks in my family only one is a trained pastry chef. I wanted to get a picture earlier, but this was all I got once I found my camera. My sister in law made a red velvet bomb cake for my brother’s birthday. It had a raspberry and white chocolate mousse filling.

It was amazing!! I gorged and I think everyone else did too.  My bro’s birthday was actually on the 16th, but we had to celebrate over the weekend because that’s when everyone could get time off work.

It was a glorious party. We had grilled nomms, cake, ice cream. Mountains of food. Besides the food the company was great and we played a whole bunch of Rock Band. We were up until 3:30….so tired. I will have to go to bed early tonight before school early tomorrow.

Day Twenty-six: Easy on the Sticky

it starts from the ground up

This is my floor. More importantly, this is my floor without sticky spots on it. I cracked the whip and made my nieces help clean up the living room before I swept and mopped it. I am trying to stay on top of household stuff, but with work and classes it can get away from me.

The girls did a great job helping me clean!! I had dinner ready just a few minutes after we finished cleaning and we all sat around our ghetto table and enjoyed a family meal.

Sometimes it just takes the tiniest thing to make a person happy. In the case of this evening I was very happy to mop the floors and smell the cleanser. Later this evening I found out that I have tickets reserved for my trip out West. It’s official!!
Things just kept improving when just about an hour ago I found an email from my school letting me know that I have financial aid coming in. This may not sound like a big deal, but I am about three weeks into school and I had to borrow money to cover my tuition. I’ve been a bit nervous about money of late.

Nose to the grindstone. Small victories will keep building until more and more of my life will be on the right track.

Day Twenty-five: I Scream for…

Good students deserve good rewards

Yesterday was so hot and I had some time to burn before going to work. So I sat outside my workplace on this wire table and quickly ate my meltin ice cream.

This type of plastic covered metal picnic table goes perfectly with a melting ice cream cone. I cannot think of a better match of things in my mind. I’m assuming that as a child I ate ice cream a lot at tables like these in the hot sun.

12 days until my birthday.

Day Twenty-four: The Lab

Teh lab stocked with fresh students

This is the view my desk at one of my work places. This is my off-season workplace, if you will. I work here during the school semester and attempt to educate people on how to use their computers. Unless they are on one of the few macs we have in the lab, then I offer them what little knowledge I have.

As  a lab consultant I am offered no training on a mac and usually tell students that if they don’t know how to change basic printing options perhaps they should use a PC and get over themselves being and their pretentious use of mac computers.

Sadly, I don’t work in a cool lab stocked with chemicals that needed to be monitored and logged if checked. I work at the type of lab where the toner needs to be changed every so often and I look up student user names.

Day Twenty-three: Sycamore

Identifying Trees

While eating lunch under a shade tree I remembered that I have a leaf collecting project I had to start working on. What better time then while I’m sitting under a tree. I remembered my class discussions and started with the basics. I look at the leaves, bark and height.

I matched the leaf shape in my field guide and the description matched what I was sitting underneath. Even better, the tree I was nomming away beneath is on my thirty-six long tree list. I nabbed a leaf and added it to my slowly growing collection.

I’m up to about six thanks to my hort friend who I spent just a few minutes with going over the list. Hopefully I will find more of my trees when he and I take a campus walkabout.

Day Twenty-two: Supah-Spy

My Stealth Photo

As I was walking out of the bathroom and back to my table at my favorite Japanese restaurant I got a creeper stare. The accidental locking of eyes when the other sensed movement in their peripheral was followed by a very awkward moment.

Dude at the bar stared at me as I walked back to my table, but he did it side of the eye without turning his head….As if I would notice his pupils tracking me. When I got back to my table I told my siblings what was up, they were unimpressed, but when my brother saw how disturbed I was by the guy he dared me to take a photo of him.

In this way, I would be returning the creeper move and regaining my ground. I did take up his dare, but not without the next two tables watching my un-spy-like movements of reaching my phone above the partition separating the bar and my table. I made several attempts ending in giggle fits of embarrassment, but finally I snapped a photo of the beer chugging, football watching creeper at the bar.

Other than staring he didn’t do any harm, but I’m still glad I have a photo proving that I too can be a creeper.

After dinner my group was standing outside chatting and I witnessed a guy taking the back exit of the restaurant so he could swipe a sake container. Just as the frat boy thought he was home-free one of the waitresses followed him out, spoke some stern yet calm words and she took the container back inside.

Point for the Japanese waitress. You should have known, drunken frat boy, you can’t pull a fast one on the people that invented ninjas.