Walking through Target the other day on a harrowing hunt for non-felt based elf costumes, I wondered down the tights section. Boy did I regret it. There they were, right in front of me: the two most gorgeous pair of shiny metallic tights EVA! One in gold, the other pair in silver. Sweeping them up into my long awaiting arms I began to bounce around and giggle, shouting for my D to come see the goodies the big red hath bestowed upon us. He tried to remove them from my arms, but finding it futile, amputated my arms and we quickly walked away.
Later, I was bored. I ran through surf the channel to see if there were any new episodes of my favorites I had missed (ps. what’s with Bone’s where chick was all like “oh yeah, I was all lesbian for like the week between episodes, but you blinked and missed that). So i decided to click on the ad for the new 90210 show. Vomit. Cross between OC and …um…something else equally vile, I began having flash backs to my Beverly Hills 90210 of youth…so I went a searching only to fall upon an archive of all the BevH 90210 you could ever want. It was like a Wonka Factory full of 80’s goodness: from the hairstyles to the clothing you walk by during your Goodwill Raids. I was really excited for two whole episodes and then couldn’t take another moment of teenage angst and shoulder pads, I fell asleep.
But, like the title says: This Has Nothing to do With the Eighties. Instead, it has everything to do with some of the greatest journalism I have yet to stumble on. It may just be my over exposure to Treasure Coast Journalism talking, but searching the web for party ideas, I came across an article on the Cloverfield movie that excited me.
Two things that kind of made me say “hmmm?” about the whole thing. 1. Cloverfield. 2. It was on the MTV site. It was full of meaty words and definitely not written to cater to the 5th grade mentality like most articles these days (THANK YOU USATODAY!). It was delectable, delicious and lush. It was stunning and made you feel like you were eating cheesecake.
“Who wrote this” she thinks to herself, I should read more of their work…Kurt effin’ Loder! Like THE “This is Kurt Loder with MTV News” creepy old guy from my youth. Sigh. It all caught up to me around then: the eighties were everywhere and I couldn’t escape it. Then I started thinking: what would things like “rad” and “righteous”, “cowabunga” and “eat my shorts” translate to in Lol and txt?
It was all too much, my sanity waning…I’m gonna go get a bad perm now. TTYL! Bye.
I’m like working all the time. It was ok at first, I just hoped it would calm down a bit, but like the phone…it’s always ringing, it’s always ringing when I am on it, so even just stepping out a few hours to run grocery shopping is getting out of control. I’m in the meat section fighting with D about cutting down on meat, getting Solaris to not touch the tripe and trying to coordinate weekend events. Then I feel guilty because I’m getting “you are impossible to get a hold of” and clients need immediate answers and something else needs done by a due date. So, like, I guess what I need to know is…if I just take an afternoon off once or twice a week so I’m not technically drinking on the clock, would you mind?
I spent the day getting screamed at by the girls… as they do when their father is not home. All day. He decided to go sailing in Melbourne. So that sucked. And just as I was about to lose my mind, I checked my work email, first time all week. And there it was…the straw that broke my back (I am a camel).
My press credentials for the Jimmy Buffet/Obama Concert in Tampa came through. It was 5:30 when I checked, the concert was at 3. I am in so desperate a need of a vacation I can barely stand it.
Sol had her first field trip in school today. We went to the pumpkin patch down the road from our house (at the local church, my jaw kind of dropped when I first moved here and found out the churches held these things…considering it’s pagan roots, but that is a different blog, one I am not getting to).
It was cold enough the last week to bust out the bunny poncho. In fact, it was 45 degrees some nights, which, combined with the snow birds returning and firing up their electricity, created brown outs. Cold + no heat = pittsburgh?
PS. She licks windows. Mom freaks at the germ possibilities.
Sometimes myspace isn’t all bad, stolen from Beth.
Food. Water. Shelter. Air. Sleep. Societal inflation has expanded need into greed. Suddenly the basic survival needs also include a cell phone, cable TV, and French manicured fingernails…. We’ve become the absolute biggest whiners of all human history with the absolute smallest justification for whining. ~Charlie Diekatze
Luxury: The lust for comfort, that stealthy thing that enters the house as a guest, and then becomes a host, and then a master. ~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet, 1923
Thrift is not an affair of the pocket, but an affair of character. ~S.W. Straus
He who does not economize will have to agonize. ~Confucius
Beware of little expenses; a small leak will sink a great ship. ~Benjamin Franklin
We have grown literally afraid to be poor. We despise anyone who elects to be poor in order to simplify and save his inner life. If he does not join the general scramble and pant with the money-making street, we deem him spiritless and lacking in ambition. ~William James
You can’t get rid of poverty by giving people money. ~P.J. O’Rourke, A Parliament of Whores
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way. ~Robert Frost
Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. ~Confucius
Poor and content is rich, and rich enough. ~William Shakespeare
