The Stuff Legends Are Made Of

Last night, I found an old and battered hockey puck in one of the Custodial closets by the rink. Inspired by this, I thought of all the fun times we could have on the ice that was so near to our cleaning project in the stands. Thus, when we finished half an hour early, instead of leaving early and heading to the nearest party, a few of us wheedled our way into playing on the ice.

Nick, Brad, Allison, and I kicked that puck around and had a blast! Though falling hurts, you look funny while you do it. And though ice is slippery, you can still run on it. The boards are always there to stop the puck you are chasing, and they will stop you when you fall running after the puck. Hockey sticks, brooms, or skates are very helpful when you wanna be productive, but a sense of reckless abandonment is all you need to have fun. Too bad we can't really sneak into the building after hours and play for longer. {Those darn security people, making their rounds...}

That's the nice thing about working Custodial in the Lund Center, building closed, after hours fun. The foam pit in the Gymnastics studio and now the ice rink could cost us our jobs but they also are free and boundless fun. All you gotta do it take a little time and let your inner child out. It just angers your supervisor if you forget to punch out first.

New Advice from an Old Friend

It has been a while since Clippit has said anything of merit when I open windows. Not that I have been avoiding opening Microsoft word, since I have indeed completed many papers recently {too many}, but Clippit has not told me anything worth remembering. Yesterday, my patience was rewarded, and the tip of the day said:

Never dive into murky waters.

Now I have yet another reason to NOT go swimming - other than fitting into a bathing suit, going through the unpleasantries of getting in and out of the water, and messing up my hair while doing so.

And so, always remember, if you can't see the bottom, don't dive into the water. Instead, Jump feet first.

If You Give a Teacher Tequila...

...He'll get in trouble. Mouses like cookies, and mooses like muffins, but my teacher doesn't like getting tequila for Christmas. It doesn't go over so well with the authorities in the Dean's office.

It would be a good joke though, giving this man tequila. Almost as good as getting him some cocaine. He jokes about the stuff all the time. Its a Columbian thing... Drugs and alcohol make the world go 'round. It doesn't make college go 'round, though. Its a straight line through the door there.