Hold up. WHAT?!

In one of the engineering buildings.

Pictorial representations were placed in Pond Lab shortly thereafter.

Really, Heinz? No.

Just check out that country list. Think it over.

Hint: South Africa is a country ... And apparently so is Africa.

On the table in the Nittany Lion Inn -- State College's classier accomodations.

You might be in trouble when the local magazine puts the nearby prison on the 

cover of the interest magazine.

A pinwheel garden, far prettier in motion, in the sun.

Johan and BELGIAN WAFFLES

These two things are unrelated, other than occurring within the same time frame. Johan came to visit for a week (yay!) and since it was his first time in State College ... We went to the creamery. Otherwise, we spent a lot of time either testing out the local restaurants or sitting at home doing work.

Wooohoooo, [sorta]professor life.

This one was at Pickles. Those are drinks. HOORAY!

Because I only recently got my awesome birthday present (thanks, Mommy!), I hadn't been able to test out my Belgian waffle skills until now.

In the works ...

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Now that I can make my own waffles, I'm one chocolate milk dispenser away from a Binghamton dining hall!

In other kitchen appliance news, Kelly's wedding gift to us is a BALLER raclette set. Johan and I had a brief dispute over who would get custody ... Luckily, I had already filled his bag with other things (of mine). So I now have kitchen appliances to rival people way more intense than I, SCORE.

The perfect pairing

HOLD ON. Complimentary beer/wine with a $12 haircut?! SIGN.ME.UP. Why have I never seen anything like this before?!

This made me smile, and seemed somewhat cryptic, until I remembered that the Cafe Laura is on campus, and does all kinds of thematic nights (I think it's some kind of dining hall-like thing).

Nothing suits me like a ... Sauna suit?

In TJ Maxx yesterday, a perusal of the sale selection turned up the following:

That's right. A sauna suit. AKA, a decontamination suit, that you're supposed to work out in. I'm trying not to gag thinking about all the different ways this disgusts me.

It did, however, remind me of this clip from How I Met Your Mother (which remains awesome to this day).

HOORAY !!! (Now bring me a drink.)

This weekend I ran away to Binghamton, to visit my favorite Clark children (all five). EMMA WRONG came too, it was an almost-surprise. I wish you could have seen the looks on the kids' faces while they tried to figure out what was happening. 

On Saturday, we went to a pancake breakfast. I had a bacon attack. So did Dave. 

Carnage. I don't mess around. Three pancakes, four small muffins, a banana, an apple, a yogurt, LOTS of bacon, and orange juice.

On Friday, Lin, Wendy, and I had our usual Starbucks date. I wanted a caramel apple spice (small), but the guy got it mixed up and gave me NOT ONLY a medium, but also a small salt caramel latte. I wish I could say I didn't finish them both, but I can't. Oops. Also, why is there no picture with Wendy? FAIL.

Finally, this notepad was a gift from Katja to Lin (as I understand it), and it has gotten extensive use. All we do is throw our hands up and yell "HOORAY!" and drinks are delivered. Unfortunately, this only seems to work within range of the notepad, because I've been screaming "HOORAY!" for the last few days, and nobody seems to be delivering my strawberry daquiris.

Lame.

It was the warmest of times, it was the coldest of times.

This is partially factually accurate. Namely, the warm part. Which makes the comparison awful.

But things are starting to look pretty green around here ...

Which is somewhat reassuring.