Biting off an acceptable amount (hopefully)

A few weeks ago I was invited to join a team for the annual city fitness competition. Basically you get points for exercising and possibly losing weight. Now, so that I don't let my team down, I've got to actually exercise.

Yesterday I was invited to join a co-ed softball team. I decided it would be fun. I hope we practice a maximum of once a week. I hope I can even hit a ball.

I am a grad student and it is a busy time preparing some research equipment to go out to the field.

I was called as the relief society president a couple of months ago and recently decided I needed to step things up if I wanted to do a good job.

I hope I haven't bitten off more than I can chew. I hate that feeling.

If Swedish Fish were a man, I would so marry him

It's true. Swedish Fish is probably my favorite candy. There's no down side I can think of. These are the characteristics of Swedish Fish that make them perfect for manhood:

• Tasty. Seriously, excellent flavor.
• Quality does not diminish with age. Sure, they get a little harder to chew, but the flavor and texture remains perfect.
• Attractive. Red is one of my favorite colors.
• Entertaining. If you're bored, having a school of fish to entertain you is great. You can play shark and attack the unsuspecting stragglers. You could pretend one is Nemo. The possibilities are endless.
• Soothing. To me, Swedish Fish are a comfort food. I feel good when I eat them.
• Tidy. This candy doesn't melt in your hands, have crumbs, or turn your fingers colors.
• Versatile. Is there a situation where Swedish Fish are not appropriate? I submit that there is not!

That's all I can think of for the moment. Maybe I need to look for the man that fits this list. Shouldn't be too hard since it's pretty vague.

Don't get too attached

I think my life would be a lot easier if I stopped caring. If I have no friends, I don't miss them when they leave. You don't get invited to things, so you don't feel bad when your friends aren't, either. Most of all, don't have pets, because every time they have an opportunity to get hurt, you have a heart attack. I'm glad Chaco is still alive. The neighbors should be glad that Chaco wears tags, because their dog was found with him.

Refrigerator

According to Ryan's shirt:

Haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator

Here's the real story:

Yesterday my office smelled weird, but I couldn't find the source. Today it smelled worse, and I found the source. The mini-fridge belonging to my office mate. About two weeks ago the power outlet it was plugged into stopped working. He never cleaned it out. Also, for some reason, over the weekend, he turned up the thermostat to like 85 degrees, and now he's gone on a trip. When I opened the fridge, I was blasted with the most horrible smell. It went into the halls, and I had to run far away to avoid the gag reflex. I ended up putting alcohol on a dust mask and wearing rubber gloves. I cleaned out the fridge, but as of a couple of hours ago, it was still super smelly. The smell clung to my clothes, my hair, and my nose. I am frustrated.

Breaking Dawn, or breaking wind?

Seriously. That was just about the worst book I ever read. Talk about drivel. I hope no one reading this is offended, but I am telling you what I believe to be true.

First of all, if anyone thought that the earlier books were a bit suggestive, then check out this one!!!

Second of all--I don't even know where to begin. It was a waste of time that I was determined to read. I'm ashamed of myself.