Lights and Trains...oh yeah, and Hats

So I have a meeting tonight of the dreaded PNC (or Search Committee). I think, perhaps, just maybe I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. Or it's a train. Either way, at least there is some hope that we will be done sometime this decade. (We'll be done by Christmas, Woody? Christmas 2020?) Until then, however, I will continue to post this picture of Kyle every time I mention this darned committee (because this is all his fault, you know) (and he could have avoided this if he had helped me move, but HE chose to be busy that day....so you know....)

In other wonderful and exciting news, I finally finished my hat (Crazy Aunt Purl's Easy Roll Brim Hat) last night while the Cats were stomping South Carolina. (If they are going to play like that, I will knit up a hat every time they play.) It's very cute, I promise, but seeing as how I don't have a digital camera, I can't show you all. I guess you'll just have to come see it in person. And to think it only took me three tries, two froggings, and one week to get it all finished. I might just get the hang of this knitting thing yet. If the flood doesn't come and swallow me up.

It finally stopped raining after about five days of nothing but gray skies and drizzle, and I thought I was in the clear. But NO! Today it was clear and sunny (if darned cold) outside, but we had a freaking FLOOD inside. One of the post docs from another lab was using our water system to fill up a big 10L carboy (which is normal). She put the carboy under the spigot, turned it on, and left. I didn't pay much attention to what was going on until the cleaning lady asked if I needed a mop. I was confused until I turned around and saw that the post doc had forgotten to close the spout on her container so all the water she was putting into the jug was flowing out again at the bottom. By the time anyone noticed, there was a large pond forming on the floor. Cleaning it up was not fun and involved a mop, some towels, and lots of complaining. I love my job. I do. I swear.

Christmas Crankies

So, it's only one week until Christmas and I am so far from being in the Christmas Mood that it's not even funny. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that (a) it's been 60 degrees for the last week so it feels more like April than December and (b) I've had so much NON-Christmas stuff to do that I haven't had time to do any of the Christmas stuff.

This NON-Christmas stuff is of the Associate Pastor Search Committee Variety because someone (Kyle) thought it would be a good idea to put me on the committee and despite someone's (Woody) assurance that we would be done by Christmas (2005) we are still looking. We keep saying that we are "being deliberate" but I think what we really mean is "slow." We did have a candidate come in this weekend, however, so we are getting somewhere. Because of said candidate, however, I basically spent ALL weekend (read Friday, Saturday, Sunday) either at church or at some function that revolved around church. I now know things about the members of my committee and my minster that I never needed to know).

Last night Woody and one of the other ladies on the committee discovered that they both had sons the same age as me and wouldn't it be great if they could set me up with them because I was such a nice young lady but I was much more mature than either of these guys and the one's business wasn't going well but he was interviewing for other jobs and well wouldn't we just make a great couple. I had, at one point, three people asking me questions and I really have no idea how I answered any of them, so who knows, I may be engaged. I'll keep you posted on that.

As if seeing these people every single night this weekend wasn't enough, I get to see them again this afternoon. I think I'm going to need some serious fast food therapy to get through this one.

On a happier note, Dean the turtle has decided to start eating again after a self imposed diet that lasted four days. Now, for most pets, not eating for four days isn't such a big deal, but when you are the size of a silver dollar (maybe....I'm not sure I know how big one of those things are, but I know he's larger than a quarter) not eating for four days is like me going a month without food. YEA for food!!!

Oh, and still no sign of Scopeman. Can you get stood up by someone that you're not even sure you like?