some more thanks

The SEC has done it again, another National Championship. I want to thank my neighbor, the Ohio State fan, for letting me know how good Ohio State was throughout their sub-par season schedule. Thank you SEC for being the best conference and being able to walk on water. LSU owes Mississippi State a huge thank you for allowing them to beat us and hence giving them a shot at the National Championship. You're welcome, from Bulldog nation.

I got sick of the replay advertisements throughout the game last night. I don't care about the movie Jumper while I'm watching a football game. Bite me.

Thank you XM Newsletter email for introducing me to my new crush. She was presented in the form of an electronic letter. Her name is Ashley Tisdale and she is probably a big fan of NASA. If not, she is now. I hope.

Someone told me that I wasn't very nice. I think they're a liar.

This week I've been dreaming about skiing, snow, and ski lifts way too much. Thank you Utah for fulfilling my wildest dreams. I will soon return to the Rocky Mountains. If anyone who lives in the Rockies reads this and is in need of an aerospace engineer please contact me as soon as possible.

Does "As soon as possible" mean right now? I was the recipient of two unpleasantly read e-mails for use of this very term. Apparently, "As soon as possible" raises a few eye brows with the guys of NASA. They don't seem to have time to sign off on my flight hardware when I say "As soon as possible." I want to give an unthanks to the guy who first coined this phrase.

Last night I woke up at 3:43 a.m. and drank a whole bottle of water. My sheets were thrown everywhere. I'm glad no one walked in on me and saw this mess.

How many years must a player be retired to be eligible for the Pro Football Hall of Fame?

Last entry's answer was two days.

lead foot

Houston is taking some getting use to. I'm from Small Town, Mississippi which has two red lights in the whole town. Houston itself is bigger than the entire state of Mississippi. Well, almost, maybe not, it could be. Yesterday a wreck on NASA 1, which I personally think is the worst highway in Texas as far as traffic is concerned, slowed me up and made the drive home much longer. I did manage to win the race home against the roommate. Today there were two wrecks on the interstate heading into downtown. That commotion double my drive home time compared to yesterday. Me 1, roommate 1. I'm going to own him tomorrow.

Today's Starbucks adventure ends on a crappy note. I stumble into the lobby to find that the machine is fully stocked with everything and is ready to produce some delicious brand name coffee. There are no cups. I look in every drawer, shelf, and cabinet. The guy in the Michigan shirt saw my temper flair as I threw the pool balls and cue. Ok, I made that up, there was no throwing except in my mind.

I really work at NASA.

I was beginning to doubt the intelligence of Carlos, the facility maintenance man. A request was put in for him to fix our ice maker. I turned the ice maker off because it was leaking water, what any normal person with common sense would do. His maintenance report yesterday was that there was no leak and everything looked fine. Carlos! I'm not going to leave it on to flood my apartment. Where's your head at? He did manage to fix the problem today. We have a new fridge and the doors open in the opposite direction now. Thanks Carlos.

Going back to the wreck traffic on the interstate. Pedro in the pick up truck directly in front of me must have paid the DMV off for his license or either he has a solid lead foot. Heavy on the gas, heavy on the brake. Heavy on the gas, heavy on the brake. Its bumper to bumper traffic. Take it easy Pedro.

Good news, I'm already lined up to travel for the new job. Watch out Baltimore, here I come! I'm staying in the second nicest hotel ever. Thanks new job.

What was the biggest city in America until 1755?

Last entry's answer was green.

h is for home

Houston has welcomed me with open arms and a hurricane named Dean. If Dean does come I'm hoping to get off work. Two welcoming parties, mine and Dean's.

Today at Target while stocking up the apartment I saw an old man. His wife was in a one of those motorized carts, just to give you an idea of how old he was. Anyways, he was wearing a blue t-shirt with "I heart hot moms" printed in white. I tried to get my camera phone ready but he turned and casually walked away while keeping his eyes peeled for MILFs. Could've been a nice picture post.

The apartment is furnished and ready to be decorated. Thank goodness this place has an elevator. Thanks go to dad for his continuing back support when lifting couches, boxes, chairs, and beds. Mom held the door like a pro, thanks mom. The parking garage in here is nicer than Utility Al's college house. I'm never taking my car/SUV/truck out again.

Cable will not be hooked up till Wednesday. I'm going to loose myself in some books, maybe. Or better yet, try to impress the Texas girls in the resistance pool or gym. Whatever it takes to keep that school boy figure.

Tomorrow the new job starts. NASA has no idea what they're in for. I'm going to whip that place into shape. Or they might whip me into shape. I hope there's no whipping at all. Wonder if I should wear my new "Don't Mess With Texas" t-shirt. I am a Texan now and you don't want to mess with me.

Take that Dean. How many U.S. states border the Gulf of Mexico?

Last entry's answer was Whitney Houston.

h-o-u-s-t-o-n

I'm moving to Houston! Last night I went to the nearest western wear shop which was spitting distance away. Spent all my money on a cowboy hat, chaps, boots, spurs, and a nice leather vest. They told me that I'll for sure fit in.

The company that works for NASA called with an offer yesterday afternoon. They wanted to to pay me $1,000,007 annually but I told them it was too much. So we agreed on a deal that includes free Starbucks every morning with a banana. Mmmm. I can have jittery day everyday. They're going to love me. She told me that I'll be working on the design/test team. Working on spacesuits for real live astronauts. I'm taking a pen and paper to get some autographs. Anyone who wants mine can pay me $13. Yesterday after hearing the good news I asked Old Guy if he wanted to come. He said yes, I said ok...just kidding. He did not laugh.

I'm pretty much a sunglasses addict. Hope that doesn't make me sound like a girl. Every time I see good deals on sunglasses online I can't resist. In my mind they make me look cool, I need all the help I can get. I even wear them at night.

At work I've been walking around whistling the Mississippi State Fight Song. I even pause the whistling to spell out the H-E-L-L part. The co-workers love it.

Eugene 'Gene' Davis: Space will never be the same.
-Space Cowboys

I want to thank that question answering fool Father Rob for submitting this question. I love when questions get submitted. This is actually the first time. He thought it was appropriate for the recent events. Sorry for a nerdy question Miss Martini. Can a human survive the vacuum of space without spacesuit? If so, for how long?

Last entry's answer was Good Morning America.

where's my ten gallon hat?

Houston is big. I've never traveled so short a distance in such a large amount of time. Cars are everywhere. It would be a great place for me to test my NASCAR skills.

The airplane trip was rough. First of all, Old Guy never showed. I was totally surprised and disappointed. He did make up for it today when he told me about a barbershop quartet that did a humorous number about Mississippi to the tune of Oklahoma. I'm way off track. The landing in Houston was the worst ever in the history of aviation. The pilot was lucky he didn't show his face as I exited the plane. On the return trip I was the next to last at boarding the plane. This was because I was chatting it up with a cute future Bulldawg who happened to be from Russia and spoke with a seductive accent. As a result of my flirtatious ways I sat between two lifeless human beings. One listened to Fantasia on his ipod, I stole a peek. The other read the entire trip. I, myself sat carelessly and cool browsing the SkyMall for high dollar alarm clocks.

During working hours I have been playing a lot of Curve Ball on addictinggames.com. The game is simple but hard. If that makes any sense. Simply hit a ball and make the computer miss it. It gets better though. Each time the ball is hit a sounds is made that compares to that of a four square ball. I love it, Tootsie probably doesn't. As the levels increase in number so do the four square ball noises. Very quickly it sounds as if I am playing four square with 20 other kids here in my cubicle.

Today I am joining the rest of the aerospace population in watching NASA TV. There's a space walk taking place right now. I hope Tootsie doesn't mind the occasional conversation between Houston and the cosmonaut.

In conclusion I want to give a shout out to the coolest family I know in Houston. Yes, those crazy Burdens from Spring, Texas. I don't think I made up my bed, sorry.

My new crush is Anna Faris, look her up. This has to be one of the longest blogs ever. The Burd said today is Mundane Monday. Which planet spins the fastest?

Last entry's answer was Marco Polo.