Lollipop Lollipop ooh lolly lolly lolly...

Lollipops and iTunes = hard at work

Sniff...

I was so excited for Anna when she told me that I got a bloody nose. I know that makes no sense. But then again, do I ever make sense?

My Mentee

Let me introduce you to my summer intern: Tamara



...who eerily reminds me of...



...except that her weapon of choice is...



...and more than anything, she is irked by...



...and she was ecstatic when she got this...



...now all we ever hear her say is, "Run, Protein, ruuun!"

So, Cheryl came over to watch So You Think You Can Dance at my apartment last night. Yeah, yeah, I know, you can't believe we watch that show. But it's really good! I mean, dang, these people can really dance! Way better than American Idol. I highly recommend.

ANYways, this is her raptured look during the show:
But even better is her look when the hunky Russian rips off his shirt to show off his abs:

Oh, and Quote of the Evening:
"I don't want to be a scientist anymore... I'm having a 27 year old crisis."
Cheryl Tan
7-19-06

"Heh heh heh" -Beavis

Heather: Oh my God! I'm stuck to the refrigerator...I'm becoming one with the refrigerator.

Andy (imitating Heather): Shut up! I'm busy blogging.

Does your boss play video games?

George and Andy...

Cilantro kinda evening

maria = always happy

ow, light hurts...

what the .... ?? (i imagine this is what cheryl looks like when possessed.)

we need Heather for the candid shots. i'm no good...

Quote of the Day

"You THINK I'm threatened by looking like a retard."
-Heather

Diaz lab kinda day

It's a typical day in the Diaz lab.
Melissa is checking email:Auj is dancing:
Andy is teaching/redoing PCRs:
Peng is squeezing blood out of the eye of a mouse
And I'm blogging.
:)

Close Encounters of the Cheryl Kind

...so this morning I woke up early to take care of my animals, and by animals, I mean mice. No, not the huge overfed mice we see scurrying the streets of NY, but the sterile, diet-restricted ones with one or two toes missing. Anyway...I felt so dirty and smelly after that I scurried over to my apartment to (for lack of a better word) "de-fluff". I re-combed my hair, aired out my clothes and brushed my teeth. As to what brushing my teeth had to do with de-fluffing, I don't know either. After, I headed back to work and in the lobby came across George, our favorite PI but a PI nevertheless.

Here's our first exchange verbatim:

George: So...how are things? What'cha been up to?
Me: Not much.
George nodding.
Me: (thinking that I've just blown my cover) Er...uh...actually, a lot...I have A LOT that I'm doing. Yea, A LOT.
George nodding and smiling.
George (to himself): Man, she's weird.

Our second exchange inside the elevator:

Silence.
Me: Er...I uh...smell like a mouse.
George: You what? There was a mouse? In your apartment?
Me: (emphatically) NO! I mean, I was in the mouse room this morning and I smell like a mouse...you know, that mouse smell.
George nodding and smiling.
Silence.
George: You know patients with PKU have a mousy odor about them.
Me: Really? That's interesting.
George: Yea.
Me: Wow...so they smell like mice. Wow.
George: Well...no, because we treat them.
Me: Oh, so not yet. I mean...I uh...yea, that's funny.
George: Yea. Funny.
Whoosh! Elevator doors open. Thank God!

And I'm supposed to be getting my PhD!

it's not too late to reconsider!!! (well, for some of us)

Don't ask...

I'm now figuring out that I AM really strange...

another cheryl moment

playing footsies with Mark?!?


(notice: she's got a normal tan!!!)

Once Upon a Time...

we were young and cheryl was a babe:
she lived in garbage bags:audrey wore underwear (on her head):
melissa needed some TP:
and the Holiday Party was a big hit:

Tequila!

(from 11/2005)

Peace, man...

Uncle George...

wants YOU to join the Diaz Lab.

and you thought you were safe

Patti, our honorary lab member

huh?

AaanndEE

No really, what ARE you doing?

Cheryl, what ARE you doing?

hmmm....
anybody want to take a guess?

as we age, er, mature....

(aw, it's like watching cheryl grow....)

flaunting our stuff...

grad students in action...

okay, some nice normal science-y pictures before we get bombarded with heather's not-so-flattering images of all of us:

Becky and her bones:

Maria and her secret gene:

Cheryl and her mouse hearts:

Melissa and her microtubules:

And Heather and her.... well, Heather being Heather: