Monkey See Monkey Do Monkey

My university did not have a mascot. Yes, we were the Wolverines, but we did not have anyone dressing like a wolverine, fan or otherwise. It's because we had class (I'm not making that up. That was the reason given by the university). There were no cows or oranges or big-headed leprechauns on our field. No-sir-ee. Mascot-less equals class-full.

However, I have found one exception.

When I came in to work on Sunday, I found, pinned to the bulletin board, The Amazing Live Sea-Monkeys (a kit, not an actual sea monkey. That'd be a bit morbid, don't you think?). "World's only instant pets!", it boasts. My boss had decided we needed a mascot. So I set about setting them up.

Man, sea monkeys are high maintenance! At least the set up is. I had to do this and let it sit for 24 hours. Then I had to do this for five days. In 3 and a half weeks, something happens (I think they mate?). I've never had sea monkeys (a neighbor friend did growing up, but really I think he just had the aquarium and his parents told him there were sea monkeys in it). They come in a little pouch and then - poof! - there they are. They really are insta. It's like magic. And I can purchase things like lamps and vitamins and CUPID POWDER! And the best thing about my sea monkeys in particular is they came with a Wrist Aquarium, so I can suck one up in the little sucker thing they gave me and take some home (but only for 72 hours).

One is the Lonliest Number

In college, my roommates and I would play this fun game with a Herbert Hoover action figure (that's right). He would somehow move around the apartment. When not residing on top of the curtain rod looking out the window, we would find him in a kitchen drawer or hanging out in the shower. One of his favorite places to play was inside the freezer (unlike Punky Brewster who did NOT like it when she was in the freezer-refrigerator). Someone would open the door and he'd be chillin' in the back on a Bucket O' Margarita.

I can't play these games by myself. I'd always be disappointed when Herbert or whoever was where I left him.

What's the Matter With These Sizzors?

The other day, I found, in my apartment, a pair of sissors I can not identify. I used them to cut something and then I stopped - where did these come from? I own two pairs of sissors, not three. And I couldn't even place them somewhere else - had I mistakenly stolen them from work or my parents' when I visited over the holidays? But I didn't unpack them with my other stuff. Did someone bring sissors to my house and then forget to take them home? Was someone in my home while I was away doing something with sissors and then forgot to take them with them (my brother once acquired some tools a thief left behind after breaking into his car and stealing his radio)? It's kinda creepy.

I just keep picturing myself sleep walking off somewhere, stabbing someone with their sissors, cleaning them off and then bringing them home.

Ch-ch-ch-changes

It was several months ago, of course, but today I was thinking about Halloween. This past Halloween, my sister, who is in 5th grade, went as a "gangsta rapper" (her words). She wore big baggy pants and lots of bling.

When I was in fourth grade, I also went as a musician. Only I was a punk rocker. I wore a pink spiky wig, bright blue leggings (leggings!), a pink mini-skirt and some sort of 80's-esque top (perhaps even off-the-shoulder).

It's interesting to see how, at about the same age, my sister and I chose essentially the same costume for Halloween. Except, because it is 17 years later, the current identifiable musicians differ. I suppose there was also a time when people may have dressed as a generic British invader. It would have been interesting if she had dressed as a punk rocker because I bet very few, if any, of her little friends would have had any idea what she was. They probably would have even struggled with identifying her as a throw-back of the 80's, let alone what from the 80's she was.

Like My Friends the Lemurs

I think I've gone into torpor (like hibernation but I'm not sleeping). I think I at so much food the last couple of weeks (there were seriously 5 courses at both the rehearsal dinner and wedding reception, including a pasta course. I didn't even know pasta courses existed!). I'm not saying that I'm not eating because I ate too much and gained a bajillion pounds and blah blah blah. I haven't really been hungry for about a week. Nope, no rumbly in this tumbly. I eat because I know I have to, but I'm kind of off food. I don't think one should be off food.

I'm Back (Again)!

Happy post holidays! I've been on a much-deserved vacation to - wait for it - the Metro Detroit area! I took two weeks off work because I had holidays, weddings and birthdays to celebrate. I was in a wedding on New Years Eve, which made for quite a party. Everything was fancy and I felt like a princess in my dress (not to steal the thunder from the bride, it really wasn't about me anyway). We had the bachelorette party earlier in the week then the rehearsal (so much food!) and then the wedding and reception (more food!). Of course the reception lasted over midnight and the DJ even had a little TV so we watched the last two minutes of Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve and we toasted with champagne and noise makers and bubbles (which were specifically requested to stay off the dance floor, lest the two couple married 51 years fall down). We then had an afterparty in the hotel. It was all quite an affair.