But I don't.
Happy Friday Eve!
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Why I Love My Husband
Because he texts me AC/DC lyrics, and includes the phrase "scream accordingly."
He's so awesome.
He's so awesome.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Check it: J and I have been MadMen-ified.
I look kind of hot in a scarf, no?
J is asking Don Draper, "This is a pretty swingin' joint, but where are all the hot bitches, daddyo?"
Go Mad Men yourself, pick up the amazing second season, and catch the premiere of the sure-to-be-awesome third season on August 16.
P.S. Please welcome J to the club; he finally knows about This Here Blog, and contributed his caption (see, I don't make that shit up).
I look kind of hot in a scarf, no?
J is asking Don Draper, "This is a pretty swingin' joint, but where are all the hot bitches, daddyo?"
Go Mad Men yourself, pick up the amazing second season, and catch the premiere of the sure-to-be-awesome third season on August 16.
P.S. Please welcome J to the club; he finally knows about This Here Blog, and contributed his caption (see, I don't make that shit up).
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Conundrum
Today's Lunch: Easy Mac at work. It was hot enough to melt my "premium plastic dinnerware", which freaks me out a little, but I don't have anything else to eat and it will take me too long to leave to get anything.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Q: So Gin, how's your weekend going?
A: I woke up in a panic in the pre-dawn hours, thinking about all the things I need to work on for an important meeting next week, the one that was conceptualized on Thursday afternoon, the one that as of 3 p.m. Friday was moved from Tuesday to MONDAY MORNING, the one that I CAN'T prepare for just yet because of a server outage until 1 p.m. today.
So at 6 a.m. I was cleaning out my large bathroom drawers as silently and nearly in the dark as possible so I wouldn't wake J. Because that's what sane people do.
Stupid brain.
A: I woke up in a panic in the pre-dawn hours, thinking about all the things I need to work on for an important meeting next week, the one that was conceptualized on Thursday afternoon, the one that as of 3 p.m. Friday was moved from Tuesday to MONDAY MORNING, the one that I CAN'T prepare for just yet because of a server outage until 1 p.m. today.
So at 6 a.m. I was cleaning out my large bathroom drawers as silently and nearly in the dark as possible so I wouldn't wake J. Because that's what sane people do.
Stupid brain.
Even more shuttle crew wake up songs
Weeks ago, when I thought of posting these, it was going to be a quick daily thing. Not so much. Oh, well.
Tuesday July 21, Flight Day 7
“Life Is A Highway” by Rascal Flatts, for rookie and EVA crewmember Tom Marshburn.
Wednesday July 22, Flight Day 8
“Santa Monica” by Everclear, for rookie pilot Doug Hurley.
Thursday July 23, Flight Day 9
“Tiny Dancer” by Elton John, for commander Mark Polansky.
Friday July 24, Flight Day 10
“Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd for Dave Wolf.
Saurday July 25, Flight Day 11
"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel for Tom Marshburn.
P.S. To my knowledge, John Cusack did not blast this from a boombox floating in space outside the vehicle, although that mental picture is kind of funny.
P.P.S. Cheesy as it may sound, this song is still a panty-melter.
P.P.P.S. Sorry if that was TMI, but I was speaking in general terms.
P.P.P.P.S. Or maybe very specific terms. And I'm not really sorry.
Tuesday July 21, Flight Day 7
“Life Is A Highway” by Rascal Flatts, for rookie and EVA crewmember Tom Marshburn.
Wednesday July 22, Flight Day 8
“Santa Monica” by Everclear, for rookie pilot Doug Hurley.
Thursday July 23, Flight Day 9
“Tiny Dancer” by Elton John, for commander Mark Polansky.
Friday July 24, Flight Day 10
“Wish You Were Here” by Pink Floyd for Dave Wolf.
Saurday July 25, Flight Day 11
"In Your Eyes" by Peter Gabriel for Tom Marshburn.
P.S. To my knowledge, John Cusack did not blast this from a boombox floating in space outside the vehicle, although that mental picture is kind of funny.
P.P.S. Cheesy as it may sound, this song is still a panty-melter.
P.P.P.S. Sorry if that was TMI, but I was speaking in general terms.
P.P.P.P.S. Or maybe very specific terms. And I'm not really sorry.
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