Lead Balloon

September 26, 2006, 1:59 pm
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On one hand, I’d like for the weather to make up its mind – cold or warm, cold or warm?

On the other hand, I like the variety.  I like how cold it is in the morning, and I love the temperatures in the evening. What happens during the day is really irrelevant, as I’m stuck behind a desk in an office with my space heater on.

Today, I am wearing a sweater. And flip flops.  Just seems strange. Then again, I wear flip flops almost 365 days a year. So maybe it’s not so strange.


September 21, 2006, 8:31 pm
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In college, I was a huge fan of Sarah McLachlan. I still love her music, even though I forget to listen to it from time to time. For years at a stretch, actually. But today, I purchased her “iTunes Original” because there are so many songs on some of her earlier albums that I’ve often wondered about – what is their meaning? What was her inspiration to write that? That’s what I love about the “iTunes Originals”, they explain it. Greatness.

So read these lyrics:

Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
The night is my companion
And solitude my guide
Would I spend forever here
And not be satisfied

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear

Through this world I’ve stumbled
So many times betrayed
Trying to find an honest word
To find the truth enslaved
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
You words keep me alive

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear

Into this night I wander
It’s morning that I dread
Another day of knowing of
The path I fear to tread
Oh into the sea of waking dreams
I follow without pride
Nothing stands between us here
And I won’t be denied

And I would be the one
To hold you down
Kiss you so hard
I’ll take your breath away
And after I’d wipe away the tears
Just close your eyes dear
The biggest shocker on “meaning” was this song, Possession. It’s about a stalker. It was therapyfor her, in a way, to write a song about a serious, scary, stalker situation. (She didn’t use the alliteration in her explanation like I just did, that’s my gig, as LLL.)  It just never has sounded stalker-ish to me. But then again, I can be literal. And that’s not good when it comes to lyrics and poetry and such.

Kohl’s sucks, etc.
September 19, 2006, 3:05 pm
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Todd and I played in a benefit golf tournament this past weekend in my hometown. He did really well, I played worse than I have played in years. It proves that practice does benefit you in the long run – a point that Todd and I debated about in the weeks leading up to the tournament. He went to the driving range. I hate going to the driving range. He went several times. I went once, and got frustrated, and then sat inside while he finished hitting balls. Really, I hate the driving range. I think I hate it because of being forced to hit golf balls for hours on the golf team in high school. Just seems pointless. Like non-alcoholic beer or decaffeinated coffee.

Over the weekend at home, my mom informed me that she thinks that the legalization of marijuana is a good idea.

Do you ever shop at Kohl’s? If so, you know how, from time to time, they have these *great* sales. Every now and then, you stop in and their goods are marked down 40 to 50% off, sometimes even 60%! Sixty percent! Well, I’m here to tell you that it’s a scam. Many of you already knew that, I’m sure. I’m slow, and gullible. But these people are very clever in their sales scam. It must take a lot of time to get the signage and other details just right for the sale. At any given time, they want you to stop in, see that the price tag reads $39.99, and notice that they’ve got it on sale for $15.00. You immediately think, “What a bargain on that! I must buy it, I can’t pass up a deal like that! If I leave here without buying that set of place mats, I will never find a sale like it again.” Sometimes you go home feeling good about the sale you just caught, how you really stole the item from the store, given what you paid for it.

My most recent shopping experience at Kohls, though, has left me feeling really screwed. I went in to find a pair of “dangly silver earrings” for Todd’s grandmother, Nana. Nana mentioned to Todd’s mother that this is what she wanted for her birthday. She’d seen some in People magazine. Since we had to stop into Kohl’s anyway to find Todd and I matching pink shirts for the golf tournament (which we never found, by the way. It was a breast cancer benefit tournament and we were going for “best dressed team”, which we didn’t win, by the way), we stopped by the jewelry counter.  And you wouldn’t believe – but they were having a 40% off sale on silver jewelry!  The timing!

So I found a nice pair of dangly silver earrings for Nana, and a matching necklace. It seemed that the $35.00 pair of earrings I found for Nana were only going to cost us about twenty bucks!  I tookthem home, and got everything ready to wrap. It was the act of peeling off the price tag that opened my eyes to the screwing. Under that $35.00 price tag was a $25.00 PRICE TAG.  And under that, another price tag which I couldn’t read because I’d clawed so much at the first two tags that I left it illegible. Do they think that people never remove price tags? Did they honestly think that they could add a higher price tag to the item so that when they put their jewelry “on sale” they’d get a higher margin on it? I guess they did, and I guess they won. It’s not like you can start peeling away layers of price tags in the store – then they’ve got you on camera and will likely walk you out of there in handcuffs.

I want to report them to Nightline or something. Is that a show? One of those shows where they “uncover” the scams. I want someone to go in there, track the changing prices of a particular set of items, and exploit them. There’s got to be a system – I want to know what it is! But I don’t have the energy. Argh.

Today is “Talk Like a Pirate Day”, just FYI.

In other news, Jack is refusing to go potty in our back yard. I don’t know why. But we let him out there, just like we always have, and he sits on the patio staring at the grassy area. (I say “grassy area” and not “yard” or “grass” because it really is just several groupings of little grassy areas. If my backyard were the chin of a teenage boy, you’d call it “peach fuzz”.) Anyway, he won’t go potty there. He has for months, and has just decided that he prefers the front yard. Twice over the past two weeks we’ve come home to a nice pile of poo on the tile in the front entry. We then started noticing that when we let him out in the back, he wasn’t going. So this morning, after two tries, I let him out front. Immediately, he began to pee for what seemed like 15 minutes. Then he went #2 about 14 times.

So today, I’m anticipating that we won’t come home to a pile of poo, but I’m also anticipating that we’ll have to start punishing him and somehow forcing him to go in the back yard again. Clearly, we can’t have him going in the front yard. First of all – we can’t risk him running into the street. Secondly, I don’t want our neighbor stepping in dog shit while he’s mowing our yard. I don’t want to discourage him in any way from mowing the yard, you see.

That is all.

More Jack
September 8, 2006, 5:16 pm
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Todd and I are finally getting around to setting up the office in our house. I’ve finally got an office chair that reaches high enough to desk level as to not cause me carpal tunnel syndrome or severe back pain. Two new bookshelves have been added, and I can tell you that unpacking the thousand boxes of books to put them on the shelves was like waking up on Christmas morning as a 5 year-old. We need to hang some shades and get a rug, and this room will be mostly complete.

Jack is also excited about the new arrangement. Moving the loveseat up here means that he’s got a great place to sit and look out the window all day long. When we pull into the driveway every day and walk up to the door, we can see him sitting there, staring down at us, excited for us to be home. And that just makes me smile all over.  Sweet Jack.

September 7, 2006, 6:32 pm
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I’m so glad to have finally seen the pictures of Suri Cruise.