I … am a terrible blogger!  I can here Mike in my head saying “if you don’t have something original to say, you shouldn’t be blogging” and “if you don’t have the time to post regularly, then you shouldn’t be blogging.”  I’m sorry, Mike … I’m sorry!

This week was just so nuts!  Next week probably won’t be too different, actually.  BUT, in spite of my crazy week, I did manage to ride my bike to work three times last week!  I felt so proud.  I have to get better about riding other places though.  After work, on the weekend, etc.  It’s hard to get on the bike if I don’t have somewhere I’m going.  Yeah, I can take rides to Starbucks, but that’s not very far and also encourages me to spend money, which is no bueno.  It seems like all the places that are close enough for me to ride to are too close, but anything else is too far.  I guess I just need to become a better rider so I can go to the far places.  Excellent plan, self. 

On Thursday night Brad and I rode to Starbucks for some hot chocolate and to work on the abstract for his thesis.  That was interesting.  It took us like two hours to go through the whole thing, but I think I helped.  I just barely understand the dumbed down version of what he does.  But I am a writer and more importantly, a journalist, so I have been trained to say as much as I can in as few words possible (although I don’t really display that here in this blog, as I tend to be long-winded and non sequitur).  Anyway, it was hard, but fun.

yeah, we marked it up pretty good

He is such a smart boy.  Oh, and if anyone ever feels like reading his work (and becoming very aware of how little you know about science) click here.  The smarty pants is graduating in a couple weeks, too.    Thanks to Mike for snapping (the elusive and presumed impossible) good picture of him.

Oh, another highlight of this week (I live a very excigting life) was the creepy racoon that wandered around our parking lot at work.  I thought it was a cat at first.  I took a picture, but it was hard to get a good picture of him without y’know, catching rabies.

see him there, about to go under dixie's car?

I know it looks like a cat, but it was a raccoon.  The best part of that though, was the lady across thes street walking her dogs, trying to talk the raccoon out of coming near her and her dogs.

Hey lady, how about going inside?  I don’t think the racoon cares if you want it to stay away.  There was also some genius following the damn thing around.  I know that I didn’t even know it was a raccoon at first, but at least I knew enough to stay away from it.  Oh the joys of working by the river.  It is NEVER boring.  I just noticed I have used two different spellings of the word raccoon (racoon?) throughout the last couple paragraphs and I can’t tell which is correct.  That seldom happens.

Okay, and now I’m just rambling, so I think that means this entry is over now.  Time to go make some breakfast.