Memorial Day, 2011

Thank you, Poppop. I miss you every day.

Thank you, Uncle Eddie and Uncle Paul. You are missed, too.

Thank you, Uncle John.

Thank you, Shawn, and please keep safe while you're at home and on your next deployment.

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+ Worked today. A's traveling on business, and I'd rather save the holiday/vacation day for next week, when we go to Bonnaroo. (\o/ 8 days! And then right after we drive back from that, it's time for a fangirl confab for Panic! At The Palladium & House of Blues.)

- Lab is actually quieter and more pleasant when not so many folks are around. *sigh* After the last week, I believe that we may have a(nother) lab discussion about doing things like signing up for equipment use, turning the microscope lamp off when you're done using it, replacing the bench paper when you've soaked it, making more of common reagents (not just putting empty bottles back on shelves and in the fridge), and not leaving piles of used glassware in common areas.

+ I keep refreshing the tracking info to see if my pre-ordered copy of Ilona Andrews' Magic Slays is going to arrive tomorrow. Probably not, but I can still hope, right?

+ I also want to know when these awesome shoes are going to arrive. Seriously, everyone needs 3-inch red heels, right? :D? (Yes, I know. My shoe addiction is showing. Whatever, they are WORK ATTIRE. Totally justifiable. And I've been packing my lunch and not going to the 'Bucks for coffee, so totally within my budget.)

+ Radio Roland Garros is working fine online, but the app that was updated for 2011, not so much. Each time I try to listen via my phone, it cuts out. Even so, I've been following the tournament. NGL, each time the cameras pan out to the Eiffel Tower, I want to visit Paris again. It is possible that I spent an hour doing paperwork this morning so that I could hear the end of the Ferrer/Monfils match. Oh, Daveeeed. It is also possible that I have been collecting photos from each day's matches. Maybe someday I'll organize a picspam of awesome athletes. Or, you know, maybe just the pretty ones. ;)

- How did BUrie manage to break his ankle on stage the other night? Tripping over his shoelaces? Oh, boys. And still he managed to finish the show?

+ I was considering organizing all the Dallon-containing photos from my horribly disorganized Discos-on-tour folder for a picspam, but then the interwebs informed me that there was a daily_dallon comm, and I got distracted. Thank you, LJ & tumblr. No, really, thank you.




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