Just Another Day

I admit it, I'm a suspicious person. Oh, I'm not suspicious of people I actually know, but I am certainly wary of institutions and businesses. And let's just say that when I hear stories about how people in positions of power are corrupt and do unethical things, I tend to believe them unless proved otherwise. For example, I didn't immediately dismiss the idea that Republicans worked in 2000 to steal the presidential election, especially in Florida. In fact, I still haven't dismissed it. What about you, do you consider yourself a conspiracy theorist?

We are feeling the groove over here at Casa Gina, and we are a bunch of dancin' fools. Well, especially Mr. P, who is executing some interesting break-dance like moves. Where in the world did he get those from? To my knowledge, he has never seen any break-dancing. But hey, I'm gonna go with it. Besides, I want my son to be able to dance , not just awkwardly sway to the music. His faather is a horrible dancer (although he tries, bless his heart) and I need him to take after me so he can be a hit with the ladies. So, practice makes perfect, no? So again, I will take you back to the 80's, when KROQ was the only radio station playing stuff like this, at least at first. I'm trying to remember if other stations picked up this song after a while. Have I ever mentioned how KROQ shaped my formative years? Seriously, it did. And I have always thought this video was awesome, and it stands up pretty good after all this time. Except I've always wondered, what's up

I was supposed to go to a field trip of Mr. P's the other day, but some things happened, and I was only able to get five hours of sleep. And dude, Gina cannot exist on five hours of sleep alone. So I had to beg off, which was no big deal since I wasn't a chaperone or anything, and I went home and slept for a blissful two and a half hours. How many hours of sleep do you normally get? And how is that working for you?

I don't think I've ever been happier to see somebody get on a helicopter and leave.

We had an offer of some unexpected babysitting today, and we took advantage of it and elected to see Slumdog Millionaire. Excellent, excellent movie. I was totally enamored of both it and its soundtrack. Methinks I will be buying it. This first video has many scenes from the movie. And listen, if you thought last week's song was great to dance to, check this one. I LOVE the drums on this song, they are pretty epic...

I like my food bland. I don't know why, as we joke that my mother has burnt out whatever taste buds she might have once had with all the hot foods she enjoys. I think she was happiest when she was in China, which had lots of spicy stuff for her to sample. As for me, Dijon mustard is enough to make my eyes start watering. Spicy food really affects me physically, and I don't like the sensation. I avoid spicy food like the plague, but don't confuse spicy with flavorful. I should have been born British or something. Do you like spicy foods?

I help out Mr. P's teacher every week. I come to the classroom on Tuesdays and she has tasks for me. Mostly they have been cutting things out, or stapling things. That sort of stuff I can do. But yesterday she took me to the school copy machine. She explained that she wanted X number of copies of this paper, and X number of that paper, totalling well over a thousand copies. I nodded and smiled as she went through her directions, and I waved at her as she went back to the classroom. And then I panicked. You see, I have a mild phobia when it comes to copy machines. In fact, I am scared of them. I had a bad experience once with a copy machine many, many years ago and it continues to haunt me. At my old job, I learned to master the copy machine there, but I mostly told it what to do from my computer. But this was a hands-on type of programming and my hands were getting sweaty and my pulse was quickening. How am I going to explain to the teacher that I don't "do" co

Every Friday night we have movie night at my house. Hubba-hubba picks up some food on his way home from work and we nosh in front of the television while watching a movie. I love movie night. The other day I recorded Night at the Museum, which I remember getting very mixed reviews when it came out. I was going to take Mr. P to see it in the theaters, but I thought he was just a bit too young. So we watched it and he loved it, and oddly enough, I find it a very entertaining movie. I hate it when people say, "But god, that plot point was soooo contrived!" Well duh, it's a movie, the entire thing by definition is contrived! And speaking like Yoda Gina is. This song plays as the end credits of the movie are rolling, and I annoy Mr. P as I dance to it, because it is ever so danceable. Getcha groove on!

If you could change one thing about your current home, what would it be?

Ha, for a second there, I forgot that I am no longer on a "holiday" schedule. I say that because Hubba-hubba has taken the week off and we will be going to all manner of fun places this week. Disneyland today, for starters. As for my first Music Monday of 09, I thought I would put up a dreamy, pretty song to put y'all in a good mood. Even though it's Monday.