November 19, 2003

Dave Matthews Band, I’m such a fool for you.

Yesterday I purchased the 3-CD “Central Park Concert” set from Sam Goody. (Only $13.99, which blew me away. I was expecting at least $20.00. Could this be the RIAA trying to play nice?) It’s 3 hours of live music. All songs I’ve heard from you before (except Cortez the Killer, which I never even HEARD of before). Yet I eagerly lapped it up anyway. Why? Because I buy every album. Even the live ones of concerts I haven’t seen where you sing songs I’ve heard before.

This purchase pushes DMB past New Kids on the Block (laugh and I’ll punch you) to earn the title of “Kim’s most-owned band.” Which clues you in to how long it’s been since I’ve had a favorite band.

By the way, DMB, if you’re reading – I love that version of Crush. Track 5. Disc 1. It’s very drool-worthy, and beats the acoustic Dave-and-Tim version that I previously lusted over. Crush is my most favorite song. It dries out my mouth and makes me weak in the knees.

Mood: Depressed. Last night I realized that there is very little that is the same in my life from last year. Consider:

  • Saturday, 11/22 will mark 1 year since we lost my grandmother. The glue of our family. The center of our holidays.
  • That same date will mark 6 months since the loss of Mickey. I’m still tortured by how sick he was. I still miss his snuffles. Yes, I have Max, but right now he’s a round peg trying to fill an elliptical hole. It helps, but there are still gaps of emptiness.
  • This summer was overshadowed by non-blogable-worries and rain. I only made it to my beloved beach twice.
  • The one constant through all of this crap was my job. Now that’s all changing too.

    Remember all of that fun-fun kum-ba-ya poetic “winds of change” crap from yesterday? Screw it. I’m just a cork being tossed helplessly around by the tumultuous tidal waves of change. Bobbing along…bobbing along…in the beautiful briny sea. I realized last night that all I do anymore is eat and sleep. Kind of like that sad little scribbled oval in the Zoloft commercials.

    OK, where was I?

    Work docket: God only knows. I’ve been hammered left and right with issues about online classified ads. Here’s a tip about writing an ad — if you want a word to be your internet search term, put it in your ad! Selling a car? Don’t screw with the make and model in your ad if you want people to be able to search for it. ‘Nuff said. Besides that, I have to do the weekly hit report for the Wednesday OC meeting (to which we have no representative)
    Afternoon plans: Rousing walk with Max, who has been exceptionally behaved lately. I think he’s planning something.
    Evening: Yoga at 7:30, but I’m headed to the gym at 6:45 to get some cardio work in before hand. To make up for the Mexican Pizza I had yesterday. And the candy I just had for breakfast. And the Mrs. Fields cookies yesterday. And the chocolate milk I’m about to buy. And…..(tbc)

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