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Archive: May 2003

Oh, Yeah

For Date Night, we went to see The Matrix Reloaded. Thank you, Wachowski brothers. If you haven’t seen it, go right now.

We May Be On To Something…

It’s about damn time we got a little help.

I Know It’s 4 Days Late

But in honor of Mother’s Day, we’re taking Mom to see James Taylor tonight at Smirnoff. Yeah, I know Kev and I drove all the way to Oklahoma to see him in the middle of Christmas In Retail, but this is special ‘cuz it’s all about Mom tonight. We’ll bring the camera and get some pictures of her chugging beer…
My mom has only seen JT one other time, and that was also a mother-daughter kind of thing: she and I went with my best friend at the time and her mom. So, see, there’s kind of a history there.
Anyway, Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. You rock my world.


The West Wing is on tonight, which is good. It’s the season finale and the last episode written by Aaron Sorkin, which is bad.
Also, I have to watch last night’s (and tonight’s!) American Idol, since we were at the Frisco Roughriders game instead.

Well, Duh!

Best search to my blog today:

I’m smart and my husband is an idiot.

You’re F-ing Kidding Me

It’s official. People are incredibly stupid. Whatever happened to being an educated consumer and accepting personal responsibility?
As for this story, the only thing I can say is : Ya think?!?!?

What The Hell Is Wrong With People?

After an extrememly productive night, I headed home and fell into bed just shy of 4:00 AM. I slept peacefully until around noon, got up, checked email, and then the phone rang. It was a friend of mine with one whopper of a story. It seems that he and another friend of mine were mugged at gunpoint last night. Thank God they’re ok, but it begs another question: What the hell is wrong with people? Did this crazy wacko just hang out with a gun on the off-chance that two unsuspecting souls would happen to cruise along at 3:00 in the morning so he could steal everything they had on them? Did he just wake up in the middle of the night and say to himself “Hmmm. I’m kinda bored. Let’s go see who’s around that I can terrorize?” Here’s the kicker: The guy that was with my friend shouldn’t have even been with her. It was just a stroke of luck. What would have happened had she been alone? Her son was sleeping in her apartment just a few feet away. Yes, credit cards and checkbooks can be replaced, locks can be changed, but this bastard has now taken something from her that she’ll never be able to fully get back: her sense of security. She didn’t do anything wrong, and she certainly didn’t deserve this; on the contrary, she’s one of the most open and caring people I know. Thank God everyone’s okay.

I’m Getting Too Old For This

I have a full-store inventory tonight, which means I’ll be rolling into bed about 7:00 AM tomorrow. I used to really enjoy overnights at work because there were no customers and you could get a whole lot of work done, but lately I’ve been thinking that I’m getting too old for all of this. Especially if there is no alcohol involved.
I’m also extremely pissed off at Windows Media today. Other than that, life is good, and I was blessedly able to watch All My Children from the comfort of my bed with my dog snuggled up beside me. Does life really get any better than that?

I Know It’s Juvenile, But….

I’ve been giggling uncontrollably for two days now over this. Actually, the issue I saw has a huge inset on the cover with the header “Hot Crappie Action”. I’m sorry, but it’s freakin’ hilarious.
That's A Big Slab Of Crappie!

Thank You, Gods of Radio Shack

My husband is the very best husband in all the world. Why, you ask? Because of this. Now I can watch the 90210 Reunion show from the comfort of my own bed. For those of you who currently have a TV in the bedroom, good for you. Kevin made me move our second TV to the office so he could watch the ball game while he blogged, and that was 4 long years ago. I have lived through the agonizing silence each night since. I owe my new TV to the gods of Radio Shack, because I know deep in my heart that while my husband was indeed doing something selfless, it would never have happened if not for the cool new gadget that goes with it. So thanks, Radio Shack Gods. And thanks, Kev. You sure managed to cheer me up.

Happy Mother’s Day!!!

I know it’s early, but in honor of Mother’s Day, I thought I would share a verse by Billy Collins, who you all know is my favorite:
The Lanyard
by Billy Collins

The other day as I was ricocheting slowly
off the blue walls of this room
bouncing from typewriter to piano
from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor,
I found myself in the ?L? section of the dictionary
where my eyes fell upon the word, Lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist
could send one more suddenly into the past.
A past where I sat at a workbench
at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake
learning how to braid thin plastic strips into a lanyard.
A gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard.
Or wear one, if that?s what you did with them.
But that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand
again and again until I had made a boxy, red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts,
and I gave her a lanyard
She nursed me in many a sick room,
lifted teaspoons of medicine to my lips,
set cold facecloths on my forehead
then led me out into the airy light and taught me to walk and swim
and I in turn presented her with a lanyard.
?Here are thousands of meals? she said,
?and here is clothing and a good education.?
?And here is your lanyard,? I replied,
?which I made with a little help from a counselor.?
?Here is a breathing body and a beating heart,
strong legs, bones and teeth and two clear eyes to read the world.? she whispered.
?And here,? I said, ?is the lanyard I made at camp.?
?And here,? I wish to say to her now,
?is a smaller gift. Not the archaic truth,
that you can never repay your mother,
but the rueful admission that when she took the two-toned lanyard from my hands,
I was as sure as a boy could be
that this useless worthless thing I wove out of boredom
would be enough to make us even.”


My CDs for Burn It will be in the mail first thing tomorrow morning. Yeah, I know I waited until the last minute (almost, anyway), but they’re done, and if I may say so myself, they are fabulous.
And for the record, I did tell Kevin he could get the little portable keychain hard drive. He just chose not to.

Date Night

I get to pick this week, so I have chosen a trip here. Sure, not that exciting for me, but I know that Kevin is eagerly awaiting this, and besides, I got to eat at the Cheesecake Factory for lunch, so all is (mostly) right with my world.


So there I was, in the process of burning my CDs for Burn It—The Spring Edition, when the evening news broke in to report horrible tornadoes in Oklahoma. Not 5 minutes prior, I checked my mailbox, and lo and behold, my first CD had arrived! It was from Jen (thanks, Jen!!!!), who lives in the area hit by the worst of the storms. Needless to say, it sure put my day into perspective. Thank God everyone is OK.

I Wonder…

Is it weird to search for solace in song lyrics? Is it really wrong when that’s the only place you can find it? Sorry for the morose tone today, but I’m a little sad, despite all the joy around me.




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