I fell through a vent.

That's right.  I fell through a vent.  Nasty little buggers.  The floors in our house were covered in paper (the walls were being painted), and I, never thinking about disaster, stepped through the paper and clear into an air vent hole.  All the way.  Did I cry??  No.  Would I have cried had Handsome Taylor not been there?  Most definitely.  But he lifted me out of my vent hell and we surveyed the damage.

At first, I thought I had broken my leg.  It probably would've been better that way--I had a horrible limp and nobody understands when you tell them you've fallen in an air vent.  It's been three weeks and I still don't wear shorts...mostly because it looks like someone took a bat and beat me, but we're getting there.  Anyway, here are the first pictures of my leg about an hour after the embarrassing trauma.

Contrary to popular belief, that is not my gigantic quad muscle sticking out.

Stupid air vent.

Just in case you ever were to doubt my dad's alumni...

My dad went to Clemson University in SC.  And in SC, you're either for Clemson, or you're not.  There just isn't another option (at least in our family's case).  Right now, my dad lives in Florida, and just so people don't get him confused for another allegiance, he placed a few decals on his car.

 

Normal looking car...

1st simple decal, placed on rear driver's side

FOUR more (FIVE if you're including the license plate holder)

Obviously, you have to match decals on the passenger rear side

And of course, if someone is coming at you from the front, they'll know too...

But wait!  Who can forget the headrests!?!

...And the floor mat...

And just so you have Clemson memorabilia wherever you go...

And last but not least, if you have a decked out Clemson car, you must have a decked out Clemson keychain.

My father, a Clemson tiger through and through.  :)

Our House

An update on our house!!  Painting outside is COMPLETE!!

Officially a Microbiologist!

Okay, so I haven't gotten around to taking any pictures of my workspace until now.  I actually have my own space!  No coffee, though.  This is a dirty space.

To be specific, I work with bacteria from poop.  It's not all bad; Pseudomonas spp. smells like grapes, and E. coli looks like an 80's neon green on my EMB plate.

I'm learning slowly and steadily, and I've already had my throat cultured (I had a sore throat) by one of the women in the lab to see if anything unusual was growing in there (there wasn't...well, a little Staph aereus but that is found in sore throats anyway).

I haven't mastered the art of carrying arm loads of plates without dropping all of them yet, but that too will come.  But after I master the art of Bacteriology, I will move onto Mycology and then Parasitology in the lab :)  Baby steps, though.

Oh, and Uncle Scott, B, and Keith, you will be happy to know that you can carry on with your poop jokes.