Biologisvensk, C.S.I. ?
It has been one heck of a week...where do I begin?
Do I begin with the morning I woke up to my yard being tied off with crime scene tape, news people down the street, and choppers flying overhead?
Or how about today when I got a private tour of the Las Vegas Forensics Lab?
Maybe I could talk about how there is a Crime Scene Analyst (C.S.I.) position open that I just might apply for?
There is also the usual school bit, but who wants to read about it?
I don’t know. Let me know, and on my next post I will elaborate on one of them.
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My OWN Bob Award
I don’t expect getting presents from anyone, but family always finds way to give me meaningful presents. My mother gave me bath stuff (she knows I need to relax). My baby sister made me this wonderful bag with horse decor for me to lug books everywhere. My father is still in the process of shipping my gift to me (although a phone call was enough for me!). However, I must dedicate this post to the gift my sister D gave me this year.
With D, I never know what to expect, but I do know I am a fairly easy person to shop for. I find a way to appreciate everything.
