O is for Oh Wow! I'm a big girl now!

I did it. After 23 years of waiting, I pierced my ears. (I actually pierced them last summer but let them close up but this time it's for real!) The only bad part is that I have to keep these tacky earrings in for 6 weeks. Next stop....highlights in my hair.

So, why do guys always call me by my last name? It's been that way since grade school. I guess I'm just super cool like that.

N is for Noah's Ark

Maybe I just hallucinated, but I think I saw Noah's ark floating by the window today.

M is for M&Ms

Yesterday as I was diligently working in the lab, a craving for peanut M&M's came over me. I go to my desk "drawer" (for lack of a better word) and grab a couple of quarters and begin the trek to the 3rd floor vending machine. There, shining like a beacon in the night, were the peanut M&Ms at the top of the machine. My mouth began to water as I put the quarters in the slot. I heard the first one go where it was supposed to. The second quarter wasn't so lucky, oh, no. It fell into the coin tray at the bottom of the machine. I grabbed it and tried again. Again, it fell into the coin tray. This happend about 5 times until it finally went in. Rejoicing on the inside, I quickly entered the number and letter indicating the peanut M&M's. Then, it happend. They got stuck!! The bag teasingly leaned out of its spot and came to rest against the glass. NOOOO!!! I screamed (on the inside, of course). I proceeded to shake the machine. Suddenly I found myself in my bed in a cold sweat. Honestly, people, WHO DREAMS ABOUT VENDING MACHINES?!?!?!?!?

L is for my Lack of self control

The people in my lab like to eat way too much. For you food-lovers out there (myself included) be aware that it rubs off on those around you. It does, it really does! Last week, there was enough chocolate in the office to feed a small country. Chocolate cake, chocolate lava brownies, chocolate bars, hershey kisses, and the list goes on. The plethora of chocolate could be directly related to the fact that my lab is 80% female. I did OK resisting the chocolate overload. Today is another story. Chips. Tortilla chips, to be exact. Tostitos tortilla chips, to be more exact. The bad part is that they're stale! Does that bother me? Nope. The bag sits on the microwave, which I have to pass every time I leave the office. It speaks to me every time I walk by begging me to eat them. And I do. Do I enjoy stale chips? Not at all. The source behind the food is never known. It's as if some strange food fairy visits overnight and leaves yummy eatibles (sp?) on the microwave.

I'm learning to use a new piece of equipment today. I'll be running a GPC (gas phase chromatography) to test the purity of my PEG-LGPA-PEG. Oh the joy.