Daniel's Space Robots Have Landed

Oh geeze. I knew they'd come for us sometime.

Rock Star Bingo

Full moon again. The moon effects all things in life: tides, hormones, migration patterns, etc.

The dummy now has an office. Lucky dummy.

The power plant dude brought this. The yellow spike is when we walk into the kitchen at 4 AM and turn everything on. You can see I put the roast in at 4:40. Great, now Chef knows when we are late.

Chicos porch cinnabuns for bfast.

My lunch dessert. Cappucino cupcakes.

Since we are low on fresh stuff, composed salads are needed. I've been dying to play with the wagon wheel noodles.

Sweet potato and coconut salad.

Tuna salad, made with a few cucumbers from the greenhouse.

Seafood and chicken jambalaya. Boycott BP please. All day while cooking the Louisana foods I was thinking about the oil spill. One day the industrialized countries will learn.. one day.

Tofu gumbo.

So chicken fried steak was on the menu.. I put out buns, onion rings, BBQ sauce, cheese, and bacon to go with it. This is called the Green Cloud BBQ Bacon Steak Burger.

Chef did lobster.

And steak.

And pizza on Saturday.

I made some cookies for the weekend by stealing some of Chicos cookie dough.

A big cookie.

Chicos delish Mel Bars.

A strawberry. OMG.

Bingo was on for Saturday night. Dress-up bingo. And guess what, I was a rockstar. Dis be the first I've ever used a hair blow dryer.

Leather pants baby.

Bingo.

So many characters.

Shelbz handing out a prize.

It was also the Irish Lad's bday.

HAHA.

But Happy Birthday.

Then some crazy ninja went into a rampage.

No worries for the chefs, we can take him.

May Auroras

These photos were found at www.spaceweather.com, courtesy of Dana J. Hrubes at South Pole. Photos were taken in late May. With a CME in our direction more auroras shall come. Thanks for the awesome pics Dana.

IV Sticking

After a long day of work in the kitchen and doing a practice ERT drill I went to medical to be poked by Chef R.S. the III, again. This time we're practicing how to operate IVs, and that of course means poking a vein.. or two.. or three. Start with the veins near the wrist and work your way up. It's important that advanced trauma practices this because if the two medical ladies get hurt, they need backup. That's where I come in. IV training by E...

Then it was my turn to poke Chico. It was a bloody success. I properly inserted a butterfly and .22 guage IV in two fat veins.

Then it was his turn. He did good with the blood draw, so I assumed he knew the art. We started with the butterly, the smallest needle of all, about an inch long, poked it in a vein ontop my hand. For the first few seconds it went in smooth, then he went deep... snap, crackle, pop... thanks Chico you just went through my vein. Blood began to leak out of the vein into my nearby tissue, creating a giant blue ball beneath the skin. I sat their patiently, turning pale, laughing within, saying he could keep trying. So, for another minute I watched as he poked the needle around looking for that vein. No luck. Looking at my hand now the blue puff ball has receeded big time, there might not even be a bruise tomorrow. The lesson of the story is... you don't know until you try, and when you fail.. try, try again. Just not on my arm ;)

Splinting Flint

Meet my sisters. Brema to the left, and Beaner at the bottom.

Meet Mr. New Zealand Honey Apple Pie. Chef and I talked today, we agree the bees are going bye bye. Buy your honey while you can.

Flinting Splint.

Then, for the grand finale, we splinted Science.