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Posted by Gin on August 31, 2009

Can’t wait to get home so I can relish these. (And no, no submissions from me – I had the good sense to trash any journals I kept, although my close friend D probably still has some pretty cringe-worthy notes from 15-year-old-Gin. *wince*)


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Posted by Gin on August 31, 2009

I was going to write a post about how Hamburger Helper (aw, tastes like College!) is never as good the second day, and then I thought, “I am eating leftover Hamburger Helper, WTF should I expect?”

The cold I’ve been fighting for a couple of weeks finally got me this weekend, although it did not so much mow me down as it did knock me to the couch for hour-at-a-time stretches. At one point, I found myself flipping back and forth between My Girl and The Notebook, and I think I grew a second uterus, what with all the estrogen surging, etc. (Sidenote: I forgot how attractive Jamie Lee Curtis was in the early nineties [NEARLY TWENTY EFFING YEARS AGO OMG I’M OLD]. I’ve gotten so accustomed to her shilling Poop Yogurt that I forget she used to be young and foxy. Not that she doesn’t still look great for her age, but seriously: Poop. Yogurt.)

Let me distract you from the poop talk with something shiny!
Today is J’s birthday – thirty-four! Which is mid-thirties!

I don’t know what any of this really means. Power in the toes? But “A big wagon helps”? Totally J.

Happy Birthday, sugarbritches!

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Posted by Gin on August 28, 2009

Do you have a headache? SHUT UP. HOW DARE YOU. Some kid in war-torn Iraq DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A HEAD.

Best. Sentence. Ever.

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Posted by Gin on August 28, 2009

So do you ever fixate on a song – listen to it 3 or 4 (or more) times on a row, and just rock out and sing/hum/dance along?

Today, for me, it is Cake’s “Love You Madly”. It has just such a nice, groovy beat – observe:

So yeah, the audio of the song isn’t great, but I am totally digging this chick. YOU GET DOWN WITH YOUR BADASS HULA-HOOPING SELF, GIRL! (Sidenote: I need a hula hoop.)

What are songs that you listen to obsessively multiple times in a row?
Whatever they are, I hope your weekend is filled with them. And some hula-hooping.



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Posted by Gin on August 27, 2009

It is 9:45 p.m., and we are getting in bed. Because we are old.

Good night, my chickens!

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Posted by Gin on August 26, 2009

Thought it would be funny to not plug into my mp3 so I could listen to my coworker hit the roof.

But now the gnashing of teeth and rending of garments is just annoying – drama queen.

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Happy Birthday, E-Div!

Posted by Gin on August 26, 2009

I miss our nights of long drunken talks and Wisely shenanigoats.
If you were here, I would totally bake you a homemade chocolate rum cake.

Except, you know, the kind with rum in it…not one that…looks like…rum.

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Launch tonight!

Posted by Gin on August 25, 2009

So I guess I should have mentioned that there are, um, other crews of astronauts that launch into space besides the ones I worked with. Who knew!

From NASA’s Twitter: “Shuttle crew is eating its last meal before launch. Among the astronauts’ choices: PB&J, bacon, eggs, hamburger, fries, oatmeal.”

Dude, oatmeal? Seriously?
Although, chances are fair it’s going to urp up again, so I can understand wanting to stick to something perhaps a little bland, but on the other hand: you are strapping your ass to a rocket and bound for the stratosphere. Make this meal count, baby!

If I were about to depart for the great black heavens, I think my meal would consist of steak (medium rare), a fully loaded baked potato, and a Shiner.

Or maybe pancakes. Or Captain Crunch Chicken.

I haven’t eaten dinner yet.

What would you eat?

P.S. If you happen to be up, catch the launch of STS-128 on space shuttle Discovery at 1:36 a.m. EDT/12:36 a.m. Central.

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Posted by Gin on August 24, 2009

At 2:43 this morning, a loud hollow clatter woke me up from a delicious, deep sleep. My husband grunted in his sleep and rolled over. I got up and wandered all around the house to investigated, only to end up back in the master bathroom, where a hook in the shower lost its adhesive and sent the hard-plastic back scrubber banging to the bottom of the tub. Damn.

I got back in bed at 2:47, trying to go back to sleep, but my mind abuzz with dazzling thoughts. The Most Complete Grocery List Ever! And How To Spend The Upcoming Labor Day Weekend! And oh, the posts I would write! About last night’s episode of Mad Men, the nice little discussion I had with J about mid-twenties identity crises, and the changing familial dynamic as the adult child becomes the parent to their parent. I’m telling you, I had paragraphs and paragraphs – it was brilliant!

But alas – after giving up on sleep, showering, succumbing to the siren call of a cozy bed and a snuggly husband, and reawakening at 6 this morning, I have very little recollection of said fantastic writing. Maybe something about…pancakes? Windshield wiper fluid? I wish my brain had a draft autosave.

So instead of a Post Full Of Awesome, I will direct you to the excellent discussion of last night’s episode on Jezebel. Maybe next time, my chickens.

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Weird dreams, continued

Posted by Gin on August 22, 2009

Last night’s episode of Back-To-School-At-27 – this time, High School!

  • One of my classes was taught by a perky, blonde teacher – among her classroom decorations was a large pink heart, which read “COMMUNISM”.
  • As I was waking up this morning, I was trying desperately to remember my class schedule (which was featured prominently). The only one I can recall now is my first period of the day: “Dream Wedding”, an elective sponsored by Pampered Chef. Julie G. was in my class.


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