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Archive: April 2003

Southwest Of Disorder

That’s right, Parrotheads! Just 48 hours until we’re heading out for Margaritaville with our ice cold Coronas (complete with fat lime wedges). I have recently purchased a new tacky Hawaiian shirt just for this occasion, and, as I know you’ll all be eagerly awaiting pictures, we’re charging up the batteries for the digital camera. If you’re planning on going, then look for us in the parking lot. If not, then you don’t know what you’re missing, but then again, you can always catch the live webcast on Radio Margaritaville. It’s not quite the same, but it’s close!

Happy Easter

Ok, not to sound like the ungrateful Christian or anything, but aside from the whole “Jesus is Risen” thing, I think the best part about Easter is actually the day after. You know what I’m talkin’ about. All the candy goes on sale, baby, and the only thing better than chocolate bunnies are half-price chocolate bunnies!
Seriously, though, please have a wonderful Easter, and take some time today to appreciate the gifts in your life (and not just the abundance of candy left by the Easter bunny).
Tasty!

You Know You’re Old When

Ferris Bueller is playing on TCM.

Happy Friday!

Here are the good things about this week:
Tax day has once again come and gone. It’ll be a whole year before we have to worry about it again!
Kevin only worked a half-day, so we got to go pick out new bedding for our newly painted bedroom.
Two great things are happening in 4 days: a visit from my Random House Rep and the Buffett concert.
I’m re-reading Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire because the new one comes out in just two months.
Camille posted a hilarious picture of my husband making a fool of himself, and it made me laugh so hard I cried.
Gas prices are down to $1.41 at my local RaceTrac.
My dog worships me, even though Kev thinks it’s a little weird.

It may not seem like much, but isn’t it the little things that count?

Update

Screw CBS. Can’t anyone throw a girl a bone?!?!? F-ing “Redux” show. Bastards.
Now I’m almost afraid to hold out for Buffett, just in case something terrible happens to ruin it for me.

My List

So Kev has his countdown of stuff. Here’s mine:
0 hours till a day off.
8 days till a weekend off (haven’t had one of those in almost 6 months).
38 days until I get a 2 week vacation.
2 hours until my husband gets home and I get some time alone with him.
Hmmmm. I just noticed a trend. All the signs are pointing to burn-out, and these are the only thoughts getting me through right now. But, hey, at least Survivor is on tonight, and the Buffett concert is in 5 days (rumor has it that Kameil is a big fan….).

This Song

Deserves a second chance. It is one of my favorite Billy Joel songs, and it was recently butchered by one Carmen Rasmusen. It is best sung as Mr. Joel intended: a man and a piano—and nothing else. So, please, take a moment to read the following lyrics, and then go buy the CD (because we would never, ever, ever download music, would we?) 😉
In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lovers past
Until a new one comes along.
I spoke to you in cautious tones;
You answered me with no pretense.
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense.
And every time I’ve held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns-
And so it goes, and so it goes
And so will you soon I suppose.
But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake.
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break.
And this is why my eyes are closed.
It’s just as well for all I’ve seen-
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows.
So I would choose to be with you
That’s if the choice were mine to make.
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break.
And so it goes, and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows.

My Thoughts For Today

I’m tired. I did not get home from work (the second time) until 11:00, and then I was up at 5:00. Being a grown-up sucks. Hard. I did, however, get to explore the beauty and joy of the “focus group”, which I will not detail until we get the whole “restricted post” thing working. Suffice it to say, they’re fun.
Next, and please bear in mind that I’m in a stream of consciousness kinda mood today, I really really hate the “Burrito Lady” song. You know the one: the radio ad for Chipotle. Now, I won’t even eat at Chipotle. Don’t get me wrong: I love Mexican food, and I’m always up for a burrito. Chipotle, however, is owned and operated by none other than the evil McDonald’s corp, and while I only have a paltry few soapboxes/causes (I won’t eat Domino’s either, but not for the same reasons), this is one of them. Read Fast Food Nation, or at the very least, this article, and you’ll understand. Oh, in case you’re wondering, you won’t get any links from me, Big Bad Evil McDonald’s Corporation!
Speaking of the illustrious Eric Schlosser, his new book (Reefer Madness) came out today, and I devoured half of it on my lunch break. This time, he’s tackling pot, porn, and underground (Black Market) labor practices. Just like his previous book, it’s disturbing without being alarmist. I can’t wait for his next one, which is supposedly a candid look at America’s prison system.
That’s it for today. I promise promise promise to spend some time gathering thoughts and stories from Nora (and yes, there will be pictures, just as soon as Kevin stops cussing at Movable Type).

Today’s Collection of Random Thoughts

1) It is possible to function on a complete lack of sleep.
2) What ever happened to Bananarama?
3) Why is the word “produce” pronounced two different ways, depending on its usage?
4) I loathe being hot at night. It makes me miserable.
5) Why doesn’t The Edge do the Flashback Cafe anymore? It was the only time I could hear the angst-filled rock of my youth (i.e. The Smiths, The Cure, Jane’s Addiction).
6) Driving on the Tollway sucks.
7) Going home in the middle of the day on a Monday feels strange and somehow naughty.
8) I have just enough time for a nap before I have to head back to work.

Testing, Testing

Kevin is jacking with—uh, I mean perfecting—the blogs, so this is just a test. Or something.

And It’s Done

I finished up the trim work today, and even though it’s bland, I have to admit that Kev did a good job. I’m still painting the front room red, though.

They’re Coming Home

First, it was Jessica Lynch’s dramatic rescue that we clung to for hope. Now, seven more of our heroes are coming home. I’m not really sure why, but I have been extremely moved by Shoshana Johnson’s story. Maybe it was her family’s emotional plea (but then, all the families had similar pleas), or maybe it’s just because she’s a young mother, but for some reason, I’ve followed her capture more carefully than any other. I am so grateful that she, along with her comrades, are safe and on their way to their families. Remember to say a little prayer of thanks for our troops today. They’ve earned it.

One More Thing

I do believe that I will be moving toward restricting certain posts in the near future. This comes as a very good news and a great relief, as I really did not want to mess with a whole different blog. Yeah, yeah yeah. I know it’ll be a pain, but I won’t restrict too much or too often, just when I really need to vent a little. Whatcha think?

I’m A Loser, Baby

Lesson learned. Apparently, I need to be a little more specific when vetoing color choices for the walls in my bedroom. While I did, in fact, tell Kevin he could not paint the walls the color of his favorite shirt, I never thought to nix the color of his shorts. Damn. Now I’m stuck with khaki walls. Remember, I’m the one who loves color on walls. Neutral is for pansies. And one more thing: Everyone who knows me is familiar with the fact that I am never intelligible before I’ve had caffeine. So if I did indeed say “Bliakjfskl jasflmn gdkjlkljewrkjljkj“, it was more likely than not some sort of criticism. But how can I possibly be disappointed when he worked so hard around the house today? Hell, my ice maker finally works again, and that alone is reason enough for a party! Meanwhile, I am patiently awaiting my revenge over losing the Great Paint Battle of 2003. That’s right. The guest room AND the guest bathroom are getting painted bright, fire-engine, candy-apple red. Who has the last laugh now?

Which One?

Our paint choices are Cranberry Zing or Caraway. While Kevin says, and I quote, “The Cranberry is nice, if you’re a hooker”, I maintain that the Caraway (really boring sage green) is flat and dull. We’ve got stripes of both up on the wall; now all we have to do is decide!
In other news, we had 2 movie choices tonight: Jackass and Four Feathers. Let’s see: Heath Ledger (yum!) or a bunch of complete idiots (no offense to Vicki, who I understand is related to one of them) who let baby crocodiles chomp on their nipples. You guessed it: Jackass it is. This is the last time I let Kev pick for a while.

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