1. My NCAA bracket has been crushed beyond recognition.

2. I have to work on Easter. Not only that, but I’m in charge today.

3. I woke up with an awful headache.

4. Said headache did not improve upon my arrival at work when I realized that 99.9% of the staff and volunteers we were supposed to have come in today called out because of the fact that it is Easter.

That’s all.


George is on the rise.

Hey, Sports Fans:

My good friend Georges Kahn has always been a fountain of wit and wisdom on many a things, but very specifically sports and the sporting world.

 So, it is with much pride and joy that I let you in on his awesome blog SportsTsar.com

Check it out, I know I will. Especially when I need advice on my March Madness bracket.

Got this article zapped over to me by my good friends over at NASA.

And upon reading it, I couldn’t help but feel like it was oddly demeaning and sexist.

Maybe I’m just overreacting.

Walking into the museum today, it was particularly nice outside. That kind of weather where you can tell that Spring is just lurking around the corner, ready to pop out and grab us all by the heart.

 And I got SO excited. Because soon. Very soon. I will get to once again live in flip flop sandals. For always and forever. Or at least until it snows again.

(Um, also, HAVE YOU SEEN THESE?!?! They come in like a bazillionty different colors and I LOVE THEM ALL!)

Best. Tan. EVAR!

And just in time for the season.

Can’t wait.

When you work at a preschool or around children of that age, you begin to adopt lots of their habits. For example, you whine (if not out loud then at least to yourself) a lot more than normal adults. You also discover an itch to throw something when you don’t get your way. The need for naps becomes blatantly apparent and you begin to realize that sometimes the best lunches are those that are most simple and sweet.

And many of you tease the fact that on most days my preferred lunch of choice consists of peanut butter and jelly with an apple and some other goodie, but seriously. It’s delicious.

Today, in my midst of being an adult and coupon cutting, no coupon or advertisement excited me more than the one I found for Uncrustables. So simple! So delicious! AND! They now have GRILLED CHEESE VARIETY! And Peanut Butter and Honey! On Wheat?! Oh, man. Guys, seriously. Don’t knock ’em til you’ve tried ’em and I’ve got such a suspicion that you’ve never even thought of trying them.

EDIT: Next time I’m Krogering, which may be tonight, I am going to buy one of the new varieties and give you a FULL REPORT on how AMAZING it really is.

Isn’t really as cool as I thought it would be.

Eff it, dude. We’re going to Target. And then probably playing some sort of Monopoly or Scrabble.

Holy crap. This thing has really fallen off, hasn’t it.

 Well, I feel like today is as good a day as any to get it back in gear. For today is DAY ONE back at the filming of The Office. And if my good friends over at Dunder Mifflin Scranton are getting back to work, then I suppose I should, too. So, today is the beginning of a new with you, Blog. Everyday I’ll try and put up something. No matter how mundane or silly it may seem. Yippie!

 (On an Office side note, if you haven’t noticed, Angela Martin is VERY pregnant and VERY showing. So, I’m quite curious as to how this is going to play into our remainder season… hmm…)

John’s right, guys.

Apparently, they did it. And it worked?

No, that’s not true. Probably not at all. There never was a satellite. There’s something infinitely bigger going on here, guys.

On it.

I heard about this nice little dose of irony a few weeks ago.

A U.S. spy satellite was fated to come hurling down towards Earth. And all I could do was laugh. Because that’s just brilliant. You can’t make this kind of stuff up. Then, when they discussed the possibility of blowing it out of the sky, I laughed and fondly remembered the presentation of such an event that my father, brother Clayton and I saw at the Air Show at Edwards AFB in October of ’06. No one had ever written comedy gold of that caliber.

Well, tonight’s the night. The US Navy is going to make not one, but two attempts, to shoot this bastard satellite out of the sky.

“Adding to the difficulty of the shootdown mission, the missile will have to do better than just hit the bus-sized satellite, a Navy official said Tuesday. It needs to strike the relatively small fuel tank aboard the spacecraft in order to accomplish the main goal, which is to eliminate the toxic fuel that could injure or even kill people if it reached Earth. The Navy official described technical aspects of the missile’s capabilities on condition that he not be identified.”

Oh, but wait! There’s more!

“Also complicating the effort will be the fact that the satellite has no heat-generating propulsion system on board. That makes it more difficult for the Navy missile’s heat-seeking system to work, although the official said software changes had been made to compensate for the lack of heat.”

Cool! So, let’s send a heat-seeking missile to something that DOESN’T EMIT HEAT. Awesome. Genius. Software change? Yeah, okay, Boss.

So, who wants to join me tonight for some Pacific Ocean caught seafood, since I’ll never friggin’ touch it again.

See ya around, Hawaii. It was nice knowin’ ya.

(Also, the category of this post is “I believe in Science.” Because I do. I do not, however, believe in the US Government.)