See if you can tell what my new pseudo-swear word is... or "Fun in the Capital"
Bonus points if you know what t.v. show it's from...
So I spent the last week in Fairfax County, Virginia, on the outskirts of Washington, D.C. My brother and his wife just had a baby last month (my fourth nephew total) and I went for a visit. My brother, a Major in the Air Force, just moved to the area a few months ago and is now working in the National Reconnaissance Office. That's pretty much all he's allowed to tell us about his career. [Me: So K, what did you do at work today?" Him: "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." This is not news to me. His previous position was at the Space Warfare Command Center in Colorado.] And of course, my nephew is adorable; he's a really good baby... he hardly ever cries and loves to snuggle... He almost made me want to re-think that whole "I never want to have kids thing." Almost.
However, I digress. I did the whole touristy thing while in D.C...I hit up the Archives and a couple of the Smithsonians... saw the Hope Diamond, the Enola Gay, declassified documents regarding the U-2, and of course, walked all over the mall to view the monuments like the brand-new WWII Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial and the Vietnam Wall. And I have never sweat so much as I did the day we walked the mall... Apparently there ARE places that are hotter and more humid than Houston. I refused to believe it when my brother told me it was hot and humid there. My thought process was "Hey, I'm from H-town... if anyone can handle ridiculously hot and humid it's me." But, OMIGOD, it was so fracking hot, and the humidity was up around 96%. NINETY SIX PERCENT! Are you fracking kidding me? It was more like swimming than walking when you were outside... I was so relieved to return home to the 90 degree, 80 % humidity weather... (?)
The sad part was that my very favorite part of the trip is when I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that looked a lot like this one. I think this is about one of the coolest fracking things I've ever seen... I immediately came home and surfed the web until I found one like it so I could pay a ridiculous amount of money to acquire it. I hate cigarettes. Let me rephrase. I ABHOR cigarettes.
And that's what I did on my summer vacation.
Grr. Argh. School starts in two weeks.
*sigh*
So I spent the last week in Fairfax County, Virginia, on the outskirts of Washington, D.C. My brother and his wife just had a baby last month (my fourth nephew total) and I went for a visit. My brother, a Major in the Air Force, just moved to the area a few months ago and is now working in the National Reconnaissance Office. That's pretty much all he's allowed to tell us about his career. [Me: So K, what did you do at work today?" Him: "I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you." This is not news to me. His previous position was at the Space Warfare Command Center in Colorado.] And of course, my nephew is adorable; he's a really good baby... he hardly ever cries and loves to snuggle... He almost made me want to re-think that whole "I never want to have kids thing." Almost.
However, I digress. I did the whole touristy thing while in D.C...I hit up the Archives and a couple of the Smithsonians... saw the Hope Diamond, the Enola Gay, declassified documents regarding the U-2, and of course, walked all over the mall to view the monuments like the brand-new WWII Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial and the Vietnam Wall. And I have never sweat so much as I did the day we walked the mall... Apparently there ARE places that are hotter and more humid than Houston. I refused to believe it when my brother told me it was hot and humid there. My thought process was "Hey, I'm from H-town... if anyone can handle ridiculously hot and humid it's me." But, OMIGOD, it was so fracking hot, and the humidity was up around 96%. NINETY SIX PERCENT! Are you fracking kidding me? It was more like swimming than walking when you were outside... I was so relieved to return home to the 90 degree, 80 % humidity weather... (?)
The sad part was that my very favorite part of the trip is when I saw a guy wearing a t-shirt that looked a lot like this one. I think this is about one of the coolest fracking things I've ever seen... I immediately came home and surfed the web until I found one like it so I could pay a ridiculous amount of money to acquire it. I hate cigarettes. Let me rephrase. I ABHOR cigarettes.
And that's what I did on my summer vacation.
Grr. Argh. School starts in two weeks.
*sigh*
posted by Flipside at 4:28 PM
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