The searches that brought traffic to my blog this week:

“do cheetos have bat dung on them?” I hope not, dear naive Googler. Because I had a bag of them at lunch yesterday.

“sara kane is a prostitute?” Uh, that would be weird. She’s been dead for a few years. Normally I’m all “whatever floats your boat,” but seriously? Gross.

“klick or click” I get this a lot. It’s like “click” with a k. My mom pointed out that “click” already has a k. Thx Mom.

“how many babies can i have?” That depends. Are you Octomom?

“marry me Britney” OK, maybe I should cut back on the Britney posts.

 ”martinis blogging and sex” I am pretty adamant that I have never, ever talked about sex. I’m a prude, remember?

“Stamping cows” I don’t think that’s possible. Has to do with the whole lack of opposable thumbs thing.

“breakfast ice cream” Yes please.

“Become awesome” Come, Grasshopper. I shall teach you.

My parents are visiting. I say “visiting” but really, we’re living in their house* while they move about the country for my dad’s job. They’re only here for a few weeks a year and during those weeks they stay in the guest room. It’s a very strange arrangement.

One of the things I like best about my parents being home is that they do all the homeowner-y stuff that I don’t like to do. I.e. cook, clean, change burned out light bulbs on the vaulted ceilings, etc. It’s kinda like having live-in maids. **

This trip though, I will see very little of mi familia. *** My dad is travelling to Mexico for random 2-3 day trips. My mom has dinner and lunch dates with a gazillion of her friends. Even Dan is working this weekend. Since Michelle is never home, I will be all by myself. At first, I wondering what I was going to do to keep myself occupied on Saturday. Thankfully, my professors all decided to assign papers and projects that are due on Monday and Tuesday. I will be spending the weekend writing 23 pages worth of essays, 40 power point slides, 10 pages worth of character costume sketches and analyzing 3 scripts.

Thanks, ASU. I was beginning to worry that I’d have too much free time this weekend. **** 

*It’s part house, part pet boarding and part student housing. I don’t want to talk about it.
** If my parents ever want to read the blog, I am totally deleting this post.
*** I’m half Mexican. I feel the urge to burst out with the Spanish words every once in awhile. And by “once in awhile,” I mean 4 words a year. I need 2 more to meet my quota for 2009.
**** I really, really hope you caught the sarcasm.

I do random little things to make Dan laugh. I was pretty good at doing something silly and pulling a straight face when he catches on to whatever hikinks I was up to. Just a minute ago, as I was on Facebook, I looked over at him sitting 2 feet away from me and realized he was too. So I sent him an instant message.

Me: Hi
Dan: Really? Did that really just happen?

This was followed by a sigh and a withering glance in my direction, as if he couldn’t believe he was married to someone with a 12-year-old sense of humor. In my defence, I’ve *ALWAYS* had the funny bone of a pre-teen. Dan must be losing his sense of humor in his old age.