If You Give a Mouse a Cookie...

...he is sure to eat the chocolate-covered cinnamon bears too. Poor little fellas. Attacked in their sleep. They never saw it coming.

I just don't get it. How exactly does a mouse get into a closed filing cabinet?

Lysol Guy

It is an established fact that I am a nice person. Yep, a very nice person. It's kind of a requirement for my job. I have to be nice to the people on the phone. I have to be nice when I tell clueless students where the computer lab is. I have to be nice in explaining how to use the scan function of the copy machine. I have to be nice while pointing out the ladies' room. And I have to be nice to the people who walk into my office seeking answers and campus maps.

There's this guy that has come into my office a couple of times looking for directions. I am nice to him like I am to all (see above), but he stinks. Smells. Bad. Like stale cigarettes and old cheese. You know the kind. Anyway, every time he comes in I have to fumigate my office with Lysol air freshener afterwards to get rid of his stench. A nice guy, just really smelly.

Today he came in, and just would not leave me alone. Our conversation went something like this:
LG: How are you doing today?
ME: Good. What can I help you with?
LG: Nothing, I just wanted to say hi. You look very pretty today.
ME, trying not to gag and typing faster: Thanks.
LG, noticing the business cards on my desk: Do you have a card?
ME: No, I'm not important enough to have my own card.
LG: Are you a student here?
ME: No. I just work here.
LG: How old are you?
ME: 26. You?
LG: 21.
ME: That's nice.
LG, trying to act nonchalant, but not succeeding: So, are you married? Dating someone?
ME, for once being truthful in my answer and silently thanking the gods: Dating. I've got a boyfriend.
LG: Oh, yeah? That's good. My girl will probably kill me when I get home. I was supposed to be home an hour ago.
ME, wondering why, then, was he still talking to me: How long have you and your girlfriend been dating?
LG: About a year, but it's been rough. How long have you and your boyfriend been dating?
ME, fudging a bit, but not really: 3 months. It's going really well.
LG: Oh. Good. Well, I better be going. See ya.

As soon as he was gone, I pulled out the LYSOL...and the CLOROX wipes. And then I PURELL-ed my hands. Yuck!

Family Pictures

Here's a little preview of the traditional Thanksgiving weekend family photo shoot. Enjoy!

This is What Happens

when a two-and-a half-year-old gets ahold of an unattended digital camera.

I love the self portraits!

It's going to be a

Turkey-roasting,

House-cleaning,

Thanks-giving,

Food-eating,

Textbook-reading,

Ad-browsing,

Pie-baking,

Black Friday-shopping,

Test-preparing,

Meal-cooking,

Presentation-making,

Phone-talking,

Family-hosting,

Football-watching,

Paper-writing,

Christmas-buying,

Holiday-loving

kind of weekend.

Wonderful!

And Go UTES!!

Hearing Things

Yesterday, while waiting for the train to depart the station, I was catching up on some much needed Zzz's, floating in and out of consciousness. Suddenly, I jolted wide awake.

I had heard a voice.

"...Change is coming..." it spoke, practically in my ear.

I looked around. No one was near. Everyone was minding their business, talking on their cell phones or playing on their laptops, and I was alone. No one was speaking to me. It was very odd and confusing, especially to my sleep-fuzzed mind. Yet, I had heard a voice and it had spoken to me loud and clear.

What change?! Where? When? How? Tell me more, O Mighty Voice!

And then I heard it. Above me, on the second tier of seats. The child's voice rang out again. "The train is coming!" he shouted, his voice carrying through the silence of self-absorbed commuters.

Train, not Change.

Oh.

That darn speech impediment!!! The kid had me fooled for a second.

Pussyfoot

A word of advice: When you randomly open the dictionary, try NOT to find a new word that describes you to a T.

Oh, and always read the definition to yourself BEFORE you read it aloud to others.

13 Really Random Thoughts for Friday the 13th

• November really is the best month. Birthdays, Thanksgiving, Fall, cake, turkey, etc.
  
• I have been LOVING this song since the first time I heard it. The lyrics are brilliant.
  
• Sometimes I think waterproof mascara feels like tar on my eyelashes. It doesn't come off easily.
  
• I don't like alarm clocks.
  
• What exactly is a Ring Ding?
  
• I really need unlimited text messaging.
  
• Movie night, anyone? I'm feeling a little "Dan in Real Life".
  
• I need to work on becoming more photogenic.
  
• The natural consequences of staying up late are causing me to suffer, but for some reason, I don't seem to mind.
  
• I put de-tangler spray and two kinds of gel in my hair this morning.
  
• My homework has been staring me in the face all semester. How many more days until it is over?
  
• I have great friends. I'm so excited to hang out with them this weekend!
  
• It has been the BEST Birthday Week ever!

26

I think I'm going to like it.

Memorable...Or Not...

A kid that I am friends with on Facebook just came into my office.

He had no idea who I was, but he did remember that we went to the same junior high. He even told me what class we had together.

Well, at least he remembered that...

Bad Pick up Line or Not,

I'd still take him.

Watch it here.

Can you tell I have a thing going on?