GINGER

I am thinking of everyone in the Virginia Tech family today, remembering the people who died by reading what little I can find about them, and hoping their families are making it through the best they can. Today is a really hard day. I'm sorry there has to be so much pain. All we can do is be here for each other...

We remember all of you. We're in this together.

I had absolutely no idea that Northwest and Delta airlines were planning to merge until I got an email this morning about my frequent flier miles. To me, this news is big because Northwest is my go-to airline when I fly home. I can't believe I didn't know anything about it! I wonder if it'll go through, and what that will mean for prices.

I went out last night to watch my coworker Jon's band, Straight Steel & Wire, perform at Madam's Organ. They were really good! They have a sound like The Allman Brothers Band, and I have to admit, I have a soft spot for southern rock.

We met some really cool people, including my new friend Karen, who let me finish her chicken strips. She knows the way to my heart.

I had a great weekend, but the mist and humidity gave rise to this unholy monstrosity of a hairdo Sunday afternoon:

Seriously, what color is my hair, anyway?

When I see pictures like this, I just want to cut it into a frizzy mullet and live like that for awhile. Admit it, it would be kind of fun to have a crew cut business in the front and a frizzy blond party in the back.

Admit it. Especially with those sunglasses.

By the way, here is the man himself in case you thought I was exaggerating our similarities at all. You can plainly see Michael and I share a hair gene.

As we are prone to do, Debra and I stayed at work late dancing again a couple of weeks ago. It's so much fun! We close my office door, crank the speakers, and go to town. This particular evening we listened to "It's raining men" over and over, with me singing along at the top of my lungs, happy to be alive.

I thought it was all fine and dandy until a few days later when we were talking to a coworker about singing and I made fun of my voice and how I was always off-key but thought I sounded good. Our coworker said, "Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad." I said, "Pretty bad." Debra decided to chime in, "No, you don't understand. It's REALLY bad." THANK YOU, DEBRA.