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Posted by Gin on April 30, 2009

“Groove Is In The Heart” is my generic cell ringer.
Every time it pops up on my mp3 player, I have the urge to pick up my phone. Weird.


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I’ve got that urge…

Posted by Gin on April 29, 2009

I have an appointment this afternoon to cut all my hair off.
I was inspired by the cute cut on some random chick in an eHarmony commercial I saw last night (that now I can’t find a pic of, dammit).
Is that pathetic, or does it just mean I am easily motivated?

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More Fun While I’m The Only One Up

Posted by Gin on April 26, 2009

Q: Where is the cats’ favorite place to sleep?

A: Snuggled up against J’s business.

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Posted by Gin on April 26, 2009

My favorite part of the week is Sunday morning, before J gets up, drinking coffee and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, reading Postsecret and enjoying the quiet and lazy.

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Posted by Gin on April 23, 2009

As promised, I am partaking in my preferred pasttime of drunken Scrabble.
I am also eating dinner at the computer, as J is not home from class yet.
My piece of garlic toast (to go along with my scrumptious dinner of Crockpot chicken, hashbrown casserole, and carrots – who said a drunk wife had to be a bad wife?), uh, missed my mouth, and ended up in the floor of the office. Five second rule! When I picked it up, it had a fair amount of cat fur on it. Hmmm….I should really vacuum in here more often.

But I still cleaned it off and ate it. Tasty!

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Posted by Gin on April 22, 2009

Today has been one of those that make me want to walk around punching people in the face.

I am going home to enjoy some drunken Scrabble. Let it not be said that I don’t know how to live dangerously.

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I’m It!

Posted by Gin on April 19, 2009

*UPDATE* – I don’t know WTF is going on with my blog layout, if you’re reading this the old-fashioned way.
If you’re viewing in Google Reader, you should be able to see the links now (sorry, Tricia!).

It is Saturday night, and instead of being in Austin as planned, I am at home listening to Pandora and playing Scrabble. Ho hum.

So I welcome the chance to fill half an hour until I will allow myself to laze in bed (Thanks, Amanda!)

The rules:

1. Respond and rework. Answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention; add a question of your own.
2. Tag eight other un-tagged people.

Why do you blog?

I started a friends-only Livejournal a couple of years ago out of boredom (I was in a position at the time where I had a LOT of free time to fill) – to keep up with friends and share stories. I started this one out of…I don’t know, curiosity I guess, to see who would want to read me. Apparently, it’s mostly people that want to read about public bralessness (OMG, HERE COMES THE ONSLAUGHT OF GOOGLE HITS).

Good fika place?
Confession: I have never heard the term “fika” before and had to look it up. Wikipedia tells me it is “a social institution in Sweden; it means having a coffee with one’s colleagues, friends, date, or family.” You learn something new every day.

Unfortunately, I don’t have a circle of what I’d consider close friends around here anymore, but on the occasions I am able to spend time shooting the breeze with my homies, I find a kitchen table and a bottle of wine is the best. Does that count?

Do you nap a lot?

I would love to nap more, but unfortunately I’m not a very nap-y person. When the sun is up, I am awake – it takes me a LONG time to fall asleep during the day. And then, it must be for at least 2 hours or I am very cranky – I do not fuck around when it comes to naptime.

Who was the last person you hugged?
J, and I squeezed his ass for good measure. If you were hugging him, you’d find it hard to resist, too.

If you were a tree, what tree would you be?

Dude, I am totally not in a place right now where I can answer this kind of touchy-feely kind of question. I’m going to use my Get Out Of Jail Free card and change this question to:

Why is there a ladder in the office?

Answer: I don’t know, but how fucking cute is my cat? My little monkey.

Have you ever had an altercation with the police?
No. I am too much of an obedient firstborn to defy authoity figures.

What was the last thing you bought?

Groceries earlier tonight. MOST. BORING. WEEKEND. EVER.

What are you listening to right now?

J is in the other room, Wii boxing and occasionally cursing. Pandora is playing Yesterday, and I’m singing harmony. I sound fucking awesome.

What is your favorite weather?
I like October – the air is cool and crisp, smells clean; it is no longer 100 degrees outside.

What’s on your bedside table?

Top shelf: Four different kinds of lip balm (literally). Tylenol PM, dish with my jewelry, Itty Bitty Book Light, a coaster, alarm clock.
Middle shelf: A 4-drawer organizer with all manner of junk in it.
Bottom shelf: A basket with back issues of Bitch.

Say something to the person/s who tagged you.

Amanda, I am in total admiration of your dedication in preparing for your run. If I had but a thimbleful of your self-motivation, I could totally come up with a solution for global warming. Or at least clean out my closet. You rock my socks.

If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
On the lake in Austin.

Favorite vacation spot?

Name the things you can’t live without: Burt’s Bees Lip Balm. Flops. Bumble & Bumble hair serum. My wedding ring.

What would you like to have in your hands right now?
My missing kitties.

What is your favorite tea flavor?
Sweet and cold (no lemon). I’m pretty Southern that way.

What would you like to get rid of? J has a hideous plaster, psychadelically painted, Elvis head. Yes, you read that right; behold:

I know, as soon as I saw it, I should have run in the opposite direction. (But have I mentioned the squeezability of his ass?). I apologize if it gives you nightmares. It’s starting to crumble (see, even the elements think it’s hideous!!!) If this were to disappear in such a manner that would not arouse J’s suspicion, I would be so happy I’d make the world (or at least the responsible party) homemade chocolate chip pecan cookies.

If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go? Wherever Jamie is, just to see her and chat.

What did you want to become as a child?
For a long time, I wanted to be a teacher.

I have immense respect for teachers, but I don’t know (at least at this point in my life) that it’s something I am cut out for. I am not a very patient person.
What do you like better, e-mail or telephone calls?
E-mail, because I can save and re-read.

What do you do when you get time alone?
Drink wine and play Scrabble, listen to music and sing along (loudly).

Okay, my chickens – your turn:

Don’t make me send you to the mush pot.

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Posted by Gin on April 17, 2009

High-five, Sarah Haskins – you had me lauching/choking on my leftover takeout.


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Posted by Gin on April 15, 2009

It has been a very stressful day.
Trying to hold one’s shit together is hard work – I am ready for a drink and a nap.

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Blaring some Journey, whose harmony I sing…

Posted by Gin on April 14, 2009

It’s only Tuesday, and already it has been a shitty week.
Luckily, it’s a short one for me, as we will be heading to Austin this Thursday night for a long weekend.

Having watched, and been inspired by, The Sound Of Music this weekend, and needing something to get me through the next 2 days, I will share with you a few of my favorite things.


Second-day jeans with my Converse and t-shirt
Cute brand new shoes when they don’t make my feet hurt
Hearing a band and the crowd starts to sing
These are a few of my favorite things

Drunken board game nights with Christopher and Jamie
Taking up bets, and then C has to pay me
When J says he loves me the most when I’m mean
These are a few of my favorite things!

When the day sucks
Have to work late
When the traffic’s bad
I simply remember my favorite things,
So baaaaaaaaaad!

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