It’s raining cats and dogs in here.

November 19, 2003
October 29, 2003
September 26, 2003

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)

  • October 29, 2003

    If it’s not one thing…

    Talked to Mom a few moments ago and found out that Lucky was at the vet last night for some bloodwork. She’s leaking urine, drinking a lot, and panting a lot. Symptoms sound way too familiar to me for my comfort. Lucky and Mickey were about the same age.

    Trying to buck up here.

    In other, much more trivial news, I’m moving ahead with a Halloween costume. Two years ago I was Little Red Riding hood (I was pushing 175 lbs then so it was more like “Frau Helga the bloated Bavarian milkmaid” — I’ll find a picture later) It was a short ‘flirty’ costume, (actually, I lengthened the dress considerably) and as a result I had one of my older male coworkers asking to play “Big Bad Wolf” w/me for months. I sewed the costume myself over the course of a few weeks and lost first place in the Courier-Post employee costume contest to a lady who wore all black, wrapped herself in fake webs and called herself a spiderweb or a dustball or something like that.

    I was so traumatized I went to Disney World for Halloween last year.

    This year it’s the much more demure and modest Statue of Liberty. Bought the pattern and fabric last night. It’s a Simplicity pattern, and it does look simple enough. All I have to do is get it to stay together for one day. Last night I cut the pattern, this afternoon I’ll sew the dress/drape, and tomorrow I’ll do the crown and torch. The pattern suggests making those items out of felt and foam, but I have better ideas that involve yellow shrink-wrap, styrofoam cones, wire, and a flashlight. Intrigued? Me too. If it doesn’t work, we’ll travel the felt-and-foam path. How does Lady Liberty wear her hair?

    Wt: 145.4. Wheeeeee! I’d be concerned about losing so much so quickly if I didn’t manage to put so much on with a week. I think someday I’m just going to cough up my thyroid.
    Mood: Concerned about Lucky.
    Work docket: Food day! Update recipes, dining guide.
    Lunch: Healthy Choice Whiskey *hic* Chicken.
    Afternoon: Rousing walk w/Max, then crack out the sewing machine.
    Evening: Yoga at 7:30 (new session) and then back to the sewing machine.

    September 26, 2003

    Thank you Pop-Pop and Mom!! Only $25 away from our Heart Walk goal. C’mon…put yer money where yer mouth is…$5.00, $10.00, it’s all good!

    I did have the rousing walk w/Max yesterday, but skipped the YMCA. David’s home sick. It’s weird seeing him in the morning when I’m trying to get ready for work. But still very very nice!

    Re: Affordable Housing: Are shore towns held to the same stringent standards that the inland suburbs are?

    There’s no Friday Five this week — seems the site manager’s on vacation. No problemo.

    Mood: Joyful
    Wt: 142.4. Wow!
    Work docket: Hot properties. Mess with our calendar product — an unwieldy beast that I’m sure will never replace the antiquated system that editorial uses now. But I’m more than willing to do my part of it, and let others drop the ball.
    Lunch plans: May have lunch w/Mom — depends on her schedule.
    Afternoon: Must stop at food store. Drag Max out for walk (since he was neutered, he’s not as hyper)
    Friday evening: pondering going to the Devils/Flyers preseason game at the Wachovia center. Shall we wear Devils paraphenalia and earn the crowd’s ire?
    Saturday morning: Your webdiva here will be making a personal appearance at South Jersey’s BEST Newspaper’s BIGGEST yard sale tomorrow morn at Campbell’s Field in Camden. I’ll be holding a light-up baton, wearing a fab-u reflective vest and directing cars to the parking lot. My shift starts at 5:00 am (sob!), and I should be done by 8:00 am. Two years ago I got my sewing machine at the yard sale for $10.00. This year I’m looking for vintage clothing, and mayhap a nice fall/winter hat.
    Saturday afternoon: Shoe shopping w/Mom.

    We’re going to finally take down the baby gate tomorrow. Every day this week, we’ve put Max on the cats’ side of the gate for some time, and he’s done quite well. No chasing or barking. Just lots of sniffing. And eating their cat food. I actually think he’s intimidated by the cats, no doubt from Misty’s constant swipes at him. Charlie may hide for a bit at first, but I think we’re all going to finally be a family again. Keep your fingers crossed for us.

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