my hands hurt. it hurts to type this a little. my arms hurt too. i feel as though i just did 6 back-to-back track a shows. (for those of you non-disney/non-puppeteer types, this means my shoulders are a little tense and the muscles of my forearms and right hand are starting to cramp up.) i have actually bruised the pads of my index, middle, and ring fingers on my right hand; they scream something fierce if i push down on them.
what, you may be asking, did she do to herself this time? is it a bad fibro day (please see past blogs for clarification)? did she find some sort of steep staircase to throw herself down? was she hanging on for dear life off a precipice with just her upper body strength to save her? (okay, i know that if my life depended on my upper body strength, i'd be a gonner in 20 seconds) no, it was much more strenuous than any of that.
rob and i discovered guitar hero III for the wii.
yes, we are dorks. yes, we spent the better part of 8 hours testing our shredding skills (that's what it's called, right?) to the tune of weezer, guns n roses, and social distortion. and yes, i'm now finding it hard to type because of this. but my band (eurema's cinnamon) just finished it's tour of tokyo. and rob's band (the burning retinas) completed the whole set list on easy.
by the way, have you played this game? granted, i play left-handed because for some odd reason the wiring between the musical section of my brain and my hands is mixed up, but this stuff is hard. the songs on medium are too difficult for me, and it's proving challenging to rob. there's still hard and expert. i'll wager even brian may would have difficulties with the hard or expert settings. i wonder if it's harder or easier for people who already know how to play a guitar. i mean, on one hand, you're used to strumming with one hand and chording with the other, but it's not like you're actually playing real chords - you're just pushing colored buttons. anyone got an answer for that one?
so i need to take a few days off from band rehearsal so my hands can heal. ah, the things we musicians suffer through for our art....
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
You Know, Sometimes I Worry
i overheard a discussion between a few of my children today. and that's what they are: children. most of them are only 14 or 15 - which is why it bothered me so much to hear this conversation.
one of the girls was telling another that it had been 3 months since she last had sex. the other girl replied that it had been 2 weeks and 2 days for her. one of the guys threw in his stat of a couple of months.
wow, really? i remember being in 9th grade. i remember being 14 or 15. i don't remember discussing casually in a classroom the last time i had sex. in fact, the couple of girls who were rumored to have slept with someone (at least the ones not in long-term relationships) were gossipped about mercilessly. the guys too, to some extent. there's always been a double standard there, but for the most part we seemed to understand that something that big was a little beyond what we could deal with emotionally. i think that what bothered me the most today was not the topic, but the blase way they talked about it. it was no big deal; clearly, everyone around them had had sex, so it was an easy choice for a topic.
i wonder if it has to do with sex education, or lack thereof. in the 5th or 6th grade, the girls and guys were separated and explained the basics of puberty and periods and whatnot, but in jr. high - in our gym classes - we had a whole unit on sex education. we're talking a 6 week, in-depth, mortifyingly detailed unit. we learned how and why people have sex; we learned the pros and cons; we learned about std's and issues that people have dealt with; we learned about disease and problems that can lead to death; we learned about birth and how it works and how a baby grows. basically, we learned that it was an important subject, one that had weight and needed to be thought about. i asked some other teachers at lunch (who used to work at k-8 and elementary schools) what kind of sex ed kids get now. apparently, they just get the hormone talk. i truly wonder if this lack of detail is part of what leads them to take sex so casually. i'm sure media and adverts don't help; and compounding these images on top of not taking sex seriously make for a very dangerous lack of morals. or even the concept of what morals are and how to uphold them.
two students i had two years ago are now pregnant. they're 16. there are at least 4 other girls i know of at school that are pregnant. it's not even a big deal anymore. a girl in my class got pregnant my junior year - it was a big deal. her parents had to agree to take care of her son while she was in school, and to support both of them. It was something that was taken seriously, whether or not you supported her. Now it's just casually mentioned. "oh, you remember sabrina from last year? yeah, she just had her baby." "hey, kelly's pregnant, did you hear? she and jorge are moving in with his parents." and it's not that there's a 40-year gap, either; it's less than 15.
are we really raising a generation of kids that have no concept of consequence? that scares me a little.
one of the girls was telling another that it had been 3 months since she last had sex. the other girl replied that it had been 2 weeks and 2 days for her. one of the guys threw in his stat of a couple of months.
wow, really? i remember being in 9th grade. i remember being 14 or 15. i don't remember discussing casually in a classroom the last time i had sex. in fact, the couple of girls who were rumored to have slept with someone (at least the ones not in long-term relationships) were gossipped about mercilessly. the guys too, to some extent. there's always been a double standard there, but for the most part we seemed to understand that something that big was a little beyond what we could deal with emotionally. i think that what bothered me the most today was not the topic, but the blase way they talked about it. it was no big deal; clearly, everyone around them had had sex, so it was an easy choice for a topic.
i wonder if it has to do with sex education, or lack thereof. in the 5th or 6th grade, the girls and guys were separated and explained the basics of puberty and periods and whatnot, but in jr. high - in our gym classes - we had a whole unit on sex education. we're talking a 6 week, in-depth, mortifyingly detailed unit. we learned how and why people have sex; we learned the pros and cons; we learned about std's and issues that people have dealt with; we learned about disease and problems that can lead to death; we learned about birth and how it works and how a baby grows. basically, we learned that it was an important subject, one that had weight and needed to be thought about. i asked some other teachers at lunch (who used to work at k-8 and elementary schools) what kind of sex ed kids get now. apparently, they just get the hormone talk. i truly wonder if this lack of detail is part of what leads them to take sex so casually. i'm sure media and adverts don't help; and compounding these images on top of not taking sex seriously make for a very dangerous lack of morals. or even the concept of what morals are and how to uphold them.
two students i had two years ago are now pregnant. they're 16. there are at least 4 other girls i know of at school that are pregnant. it's not even a big deal anymore. a girl in my class got pregnant my junior year - it was a big deal. her parents had to agree to take care of her son while she was in school, and to support both of them. It was something that was taken seriously, whether or not you supported her. Now it's just casually mentioned. "oh, you remember sabrina from last year? yeah, she just had her baby." "hey, kelly's pregnant, did you hear? she and jorge are moving in with his parents." and it's not that there's a 40-year gap, either; it's less than 15.
are we really raising a generation of kids that have no concept of consequence? that scares me a little.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
The Poster Child For Too Much Information
i have found her. she works at big lots on south obt. granted, she is not a child, having children of her own - more about them in a minute - but i have never seen such a perfect example of why you should keep some things to yourself.
i went to big lots for one thing and one thing only: an inexpensive speaker dock for my ipod at school. I ended up also buying some bbq chips and a coke. 3 items; all i had were 3 items. there was only one register open, so i resigned myself to waiting my turn behind the woman with the overflowing shopping cart. this proved to be more tedious than the 38 cans of cat food and 24 boxes of mac and cheese warranted. (seriously, are you running a day care center for 4 year olds and cats?)
as she scanned the (many, many) items, the check-out woman (hereafter known as TMI) began talking to the woman in front of me (hereafter known as cheesy-cat lady). as far as i could tell, the women only knew each other from the store; presumably, TMI had rung up cheesy-cat lady on more than one occasion. cheesy-cat lady asked TMI how things were going. this was a mistake of epic and tragic proportions. several times during this (mostly one-sided) discussion i wondered if cheesy-cat lady regretted her polite question. i know i did.
i now know more about some random worker at big lots than i do about some of my closer friends. i don't even know where to start. hmmm.... let's start with employment, though it was somewhere in the middle of the diatribe. TMI only works part time at big lots, and it's a good thing she does because she just got layed off from her full time job. and now that she's been laid off, her jerk of an ex-boyfriend thinks she'll take him back because she has three children - 3 boys, aged 13, 19, and 21 - and two of them still live at home and need to be supported. she and the ex have known each other since grammar school, and dated when they were in high school. she's very disappointed he turned out this way, since he used to be such a good person. she broke up with him because he was getting controlling and wanted her to cut ties with her children ("he's only 13 - i'm not gonna put him on the street"). he called the cops on her for allegedly walking around naked in the house to purposely distract the neighbors and attract attention to herself. (trust me, it would not have been GOOD attention.) he was planning to try to take her house and/or sell it for his own profit. when she broke up with him before he could do this - "i had to burn him before he could burn me, you know?" - he threatened to sue her. he is now calling her up repeatedly and telling her that she can't do any better than him and should take him back before she makes any more mistakes. now that she only has a part time job, he thinks she will have to take him back to make ends meet. she can't believe this is the same guy she once knew and dated. he's such a jerk. she doesn't want to be alone, but she's had enough jerks in her life, and is afraid she'll just attract another one. that's her life, her horrible life. but it's not so bad anymore because she's on zoloft and that's making her feel better even though she doesn't have any answers or any ideas on how to fix things.
seriously? at this point, the mantra in my head is, "i only have 3 items, please don't continue talking, i only have 3 items, please don't continue talking..." for the love of mike, people. take your disfunctional life and visit jerry springer. he and his trashy audience would LOVE to hear your story; your customers at big lots DO NOT. luckily, she simply rang up my things - apparently my scant amount of items did not allow for further explanations or play-by-play. what makes people feel the need to tell virtual strangers the most intimate details of their lives? i don't always want to hear these things, even from my best friends. there's just no need. demasi's probably the only one who would know these sorts of things about me, but he only knows a few - why should he be burdened with and/or bored by my inner thoughts and issues?
lady, seriously, buy a diary. i'm sure you can get one at big lots for a dollar, and you can put all your thoughts and feelings in there instead of spewing them out willy nilly all over unsuspecting customers...
i went to big lots for one thing and one thing only: an inexpensive speaker dock for my ipod at school. I ended up also buying some bbq chips and a coke. 3 items; all i had were 3 items. there was only one register open, so i resigned myself to waiting my turn behind the woman with the overflowing shopping cart. this proved to be more tedious than the 38 cans of cat food and 24 boxes of mac and cheese warranted. (seriously, are you running a day care center for 4 year olds and cats?)
as she scanned the (many, many) items, the check-out woman (hereafter known as TMI) began talking to the woman in front of me (hereafter known as cheesy-cat lady). as far as i could tell, the women only knew each other from the store; presumably, TMI had rung up cheesy-cat lady on more than one occasion. cheesy-cat lady asked TMI how things were going. this was a mistake of epic and tragic proportions. several times during this (mostly one-sided) discussion i wondered if cheesy-cat lady regretted her polite question. i know i did.
i now know more about some random worker at big lots than i do about some of my closer friends. i don't even know where to start. hmmm.... let's start with employment, though it was somewhere in the middle of the diatribe. TMI only works part time at big lots, and it's a good thing she does because she just got layed off from her full time job. and now that she's been laid off, her jerk of an ex-boyfriend thinks she'll take him back because she has three children - 3 boys, aged 13, 19, and 21 - and two of them still live at home and need to be supported. she and the ex have known each other since grammar school, and dated when they were in high school. she's very disappointed he turned out this way, since he used to be such a good person. she broke up with him because he was getting controlling and wanted her to cut ties with her children ("he's only 13 - i'm not gonna put him on the street"). he called the cops on her for allegedly walking around naked in the house to purposely distract the neighbors and attract attention to herself. (trust me, it would not have been GOOD attention.) he was planning to try to take her house and/or sell it for his own profit. when she broke up with him before he could do this - "i had to burn him before he could burn me, you know?" - he threatened to sue her. he is now calling her up repeatedly and telling her that she can't do any better than him and should take him back before she makes any more mistakes. now that she only has a part time job, he thinks she will have to take him back to make ends meet. she can't believe this is the same guy she once knew and dated. he's such a jerk. she doesn't want to be alone, but she's had enough jerks in her life, and is afraid she'll just attract another one. that's her life, her horrible life. but it's not so bad anymore because she's on zoloft and that's making her feel better even though she doesn't have any answers or any ideas on how to fix things.
seriously? at this point, the mantra in my head is, "i only have 3 items, please don't continue talking, i only have 3 items, please don't continue talking..." for the love of mike, people. take your disfunctional life and visit jerry springer. he and his trashy audience would LOVE to hear your story; your customers at big lots DO NOT. luckily, she simply rang up my things - apparently my scant amount of items did not allow for further explanations or play-by-play. what makes people feel the need to tell virtual strangers the most intimate details of their lives? i don't always want to hear these things, even from my best friends. there's just no need. demasi's probably the only one who would know these sorts of things about me, but he only knows a few - why should he be burdened with and/or bored by my inner thoughts and issues?
lady, seriously, buy a diary. i'm sure you can get one at big lots for a dollar, and you can put all your thoughts and feelings in there instead of spewing them out willy nilly all over unsuspecting customers...
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Of Course I Have a Condition Without Known Causes or Cures...
i have been diagnosed with fibromyalgia. basically, it means i have a condition causing pain, fatigue, and general ickiness. they don't know how it comes about, and therefore they also don't know how to cure it. clearly. i've been taking flexeril at night to help me sleep the night through, and it's amazing what a decent night of rest can do for my body. pain decreases, and sometimes even the fatigue. before i was sleeping for huge amounts of the day and night, but i was waking up every 15-30 minutes to shift or move or thrash about to get in a comfortable, pain-free spot.
the pain and other symptoms will never fully go away - they can (and do) fluctuate back and forth. i might be feeling fairly normal for a few days, then have a day where i can't even get out of bed. the next day i may have back pain - the day after that, it might go away and i'll have pain and stiffness in my hands and feet. it's a varitable smorgasboard of randomness. it's like every morning, just before i become conscious, my body spins a great big wheel of fortune to see what the day will be like. it would be more entertaining if the options included things like "good hair day," "flawless complection," or "happy happy joy joy"...
anyway, that's the medical update. according to the infectious disease guy, all those tests came back negative. so we're going with fibromyalgia and i'm currently monitoring what's trying to become bronchitis. i mean, i know it's generally an annual event for me, but really? can i have another year off? i don't think i have enough sick days...
the pain and other symptoms will never fully go away - they can (and do) fluctuate back and forth. i might be feeling fairly normal for a few days, then have a day where i can't even get out of bed. the next day i may have back pain - the day after that, it might go away and i'll have pain and stiffness in my hands and feet. it's a varitable smorgasboard of randomness. it's like every morning, just before i become conscious, my body spins a great big wheel of fortune to see what the day will be like. it would be more entertaining if the options included things like "good hair day," "flawless complection," or "happy happy joy joy"...
anyway, that's the medical update. according to the infectious disease guy, all those tests came back negative. so we're going with fibromyalgia and i'm currently monitoring what's trying to become bronchitis. i mean, i know it's generally an annual event for me, but really? can i have another year off? i don't think i have enough sick days...
Sunday, January 20, 2008
How To Have An Excellent Day
1. wake up around 8 feeling tired, but rested.
2. feel only a little bit achy and sore, knowing you should feel a whole lot worse.
3. go see your massage therapist, who also happens to be a fantastic human being.
4. hang out and play super mario brothers while you wait for a good friend to have his massage.
5. browse in borders and buy some fun books that are on sale.
6. have wonderful japanese food for lunch with abovementioned friend, whilst sharing pointless trivia you find in one of those on-sale books.
7. go home and nap. for four hours.
8. visit the home of the friend's parents. eat pizza. drink root beer. play mexican train with the dominoes (the tiles, not the pizza. it was flipper's). spill a drink or two. listen to big band and swing music. laugh.
9. go home again, check email, and head to bed.
yuppers... that's a pretty great day...
2. feel only a little bit achy and sore, knowing you should feel a whole lot worse.
3. go see your massage therapist, who also happens to be a fantastic human being.
4. hang out and play super mario brothers while you wait for a good friend to have his massage.
5. browse in borders and buy some fun books that are on sale.
6. have wonderful japanese food for lunch with abovementioned friend, whilst sharing pointless trivia you find in one of those on-sale books.
7. go home and nap. for four hours.
8. visit the home of the friend's parents. eat pizza. drink root beer. play mexican train with the dominoes (the tiles, not the pizza. it was flipper's). spill a drink or two. listen to big band and swing music. laugh.
9. go home again, check email, and head to bed.
yuppers... that's a pretty great day...
Saturday, January 19, 2008
I Haven't Had This Much Fun in Such a Long, Long Time...
i admit it. feeling so crappy for so long has made me a bit of a wallower. i'm so tired and fatigued that i can't imagine making any extra effort in my life. this includes going out with friends. (not to mention the monumental effort it takes to get ready to go out...) often, i'll make plans but end up sleeping through them, or just not feel like doing anything. i almost did this tonight.
thank god i didn't.
my friend kristin sent me a text yesterday saying that cowboy mouth would be playing at point orlando. i love me some cowboy mouth, but unfortunately the one other person who knows who they are currently resides on the wrong coast. luckily, kristin is from louisianna and therefore knows and likes the nola band. we met up and then headed over to point orlando. the show was at the new b.b. king blues club; we had "reserved seating", and i had no idea what this meant. surely we wouldn't be sitting down to watch cowboy mouth? i've never been to a cm show where you were allowed to sit down even if you could. fred would simply not let that happen. happily, there was a small "dance floor" area in front of the stage, so i crowded in with other fans who knew what to expect. the rest stayed in their seats. (and some complained that they paid for seats and then couldn't see because we were in their way. really? stand up then and act like you came to see a rock show and not a lounge act at the four seasons.) they later regretted this mistake.
if you've never seen cowboy mouth live - or maybe you've never even heard of them - there are a few things that you should know.
1. a cowboy mouth show is quite possibly one of the most positive, most freeing, and most fun experiences you will ever have. seriously. it's like a religious experience, without any of the preachy stuff.
2. it is all about being glad to be alive and enjoying life and not taking crap from anyone and believing in yourself and being happy.
3. if you sit down or look at your watch or fail to clap - and fred catches you - you will be made fun of until you fix your attitude. (as several people found out tonight...)
4. being at the show is a workout in and of itself.
5. you will never ever leave feeling upset or sad, no matter what problems you have or what mood you came in with.
it was exactly what i needed.
i clapped, i bounced, i sang, i jumped, i waved my arms in the air, i danced, i screamed, and i most definitely let it all go. i'm sure i'll pay tomorrow for over-exerting myself, but it was well worth it. for about 2 hours i was able to feed off the energy of the band and the crowd, and i almost felt normal again. what a great way to spend the night. (even if i did forget to bring red spoons...)
thank god i didn't.
my friend kristin sent me a text yesterday saying that cowboy mouth would be playing at point orlando. i love me some cowboy mouth, but unfortunately the one other person who knows who they are currently resides on the wrong coast. luckily, kristin is from louisianna and therefore knows and likes the nola band. we met up and then headed over to point orlando. the show was at the new b.b. king blues club; we had "reserved seating", and i had no idea what this meant. surely we wouldn't be sitting down to watch cowboy mouth? i've never been to a cm show where you were allowed to sit down even if you could. fred would simply not let that happen. happily, there was a small "dance floor" area in front of the stage, so i crowded in with other fans who knew what to expect. the rest stayed in their seats. (and some complained that they paid for seats and then couldn't see because we were in their way. really? stand up then and act like you came to see a rock show and not a lounge act at the four seasons.) they later regretted this mistake.
if you've never seen cowboy mouth live - or maybe you've never even heard of them - there are a few things that you should know.
1. a cowboy mouth show is quite possibly one of the most positive, most freeing, and most fun experiences you will ever have. seriously. it's like a religious experience, without any of the preachy stuff.
2. it is all about being glad to be alive and enjoying life and not taking crap from anyone and believing in yourself and being happy.
3. if you sit down or look at your watch or fail to clap - and fred catches you - you will be made fun of until you fix your attitude. (as several people found out tonight...)
4. being at the show is a workout in and of itself.
5. you will never ever leave feeling upset or sad, no matter what problems you have or what mood you came in with.
it was exactly what i needed.
i clapped, i bounced, i sang, i jumped, i waved my arms in the air, i danced, i screamed, and i most definitely let it all go. i'm sure i'll pay tomorrow for over-exerting myself, but it was well worth it. for about 2 hours i was able to feed off the energy of the band and the crowd, and i almost felt normal again. what a great way to spend the night. (even if i did forget to bring red spoons...)
Friday, December 21, 2007
Now I Know How a Vampire's Victim Must Feel...
i saw two specialists this week: a doctor of infectious disease (and doesn't that just sound like a fun thing to devote your life to?) on tuesday, and a rheumatologist on thursday. after my appointment on thursday, i stopped by a quest diagnostic to have my labs taken care of. eight vials of blood later - yes, i said eight - i headed home to get ready for the ptsa's christmas party. needless to say, there wasn't a whole lot of "getting ready" to be had. i sat on the couch for 45 minutes trying not to fall asleep and then dragged my carcass to the tavern. (free food is a great incentive...)
the point of the labs is to rule out any other serious conditions. the infectious disease guy said that it's definitely an auto-immune problem and was glad i was seeing the rheumatologist. the rheumatologist (who i really like and instinctively trust - a key thing for me) said that he doesn't think it's lupus, and that if the other labs come back negative then it's probably fibromyalgia and we'll treat accordingly. of course i would have the disease that has unknown origins and is incurable because of that whole we-don't-know-what-causes-it thing. luckily, the symptoms are treatable, and hopefully the pain and fatigue will soon be down to a manageable level.
by the way... thanks for the concern and well-wishes. i really appreciate it. and i really am sorry for sometimes not getting back to you right away. it sucks not having the energy to go out with friends or leave the house or grade papers (well, i never seem to have energy for that...). i was supposed to go to a christmas dinner tonight and slept right through it. i didn't even hear my alarm go off. so irritating. but i'm not going to complain. i'm thanking.
and if i don't get back on here before christmas, have a happy and safe holiday! :o)
the point of the labs is to rule out any other serious conditions. the infectious disease guy said that it's definitely an auto-immune problem and was glad i was seeing the rheumatologist. the rheumatologist (who i really like and instinctively trust - a key thing for me) said that he doesn't think it's lupus, and that if the other labs come back negative then it's probably fibromyalgia and we'll treat accordingly. of course i would have the disease that has unknown origins and is incurable because of that whole we-don't-know-what-causes-it thing. luckily, the symptoms are treatable, and hopefully the pain and fatigue will soon be down to a manageable level.
by the way... thanks for the concern and well-wishes. i really appreciate it. and i really am sorry for sometimes not getting back to you right away. it sucks not having the energy to go out with friends or leave the house or grade papers (well, i never seem to have energy for that...). i was supposed to go to a christmas dinner tonight and slept right through it. i didn't even hear my alarm go off. so irritating. but i'm not going to complain. i'm thanking.
and if i don't get back on here before christmas, have a happy and safe holiday! :o)
Thursday, November 15, 2007
I Am SO Over This...
so i've been sick for almost two months now. we know i have remnants of an EBV virus that's making me feel not so pleasant, but that doesn't explain all my symptoms. the lab finally sent my doctor the rest of my results last week. apparently things were elevated that shouldn't be elevated. (i'd tell you what they are, because joanna told me the technical names, but i had no idea what she was talking about. i look intelligent, so people tend to explain things as if i was on their level. i have a degree in theatre, people, not medicine, and i teach english. oy)
anyway, what it all boils down to is that it's probably an auto-immune problem. this means that for whatever reason, my body is attacking itself instead of the things it should be attacking. i have an appointment with a rheumatologist to diagnose and/or treat me, but the first available appointment isn't until december 20. which means another month of this crap. today, i had to leave school early because i was falling asleep in first period. luckily the kids were taking a state-mandated writing exam, so no one noticed. elaine found people to cover my classes the rest of the day (i LOVE my department) and so i went home. i changed back into my jammies and promptly fell asleep around 10 this morning. i got up at 4. and i slept for nine and a half hours last night. and i'll probably go to bed around 7 or 8 tonight.
this is getting ridiculous
anyway, what it all boils down to is that it's probably an auto-immune problem. this means that for whatever reason, my body is attacking itself instead of the things it should be attacking. i have an appointment with a rheumatologist to diagnose and/or treat me, but the first available appointment isn't until december 20. which means another month of this crap. today, i had to leave school early because i was falling asleep in first period. luckily the kids were taking a state-mandated writing exam, so no one noticed. elaine found people to cover my classes the rest of the day (i LOVE my department) and so i went home. i changed back into my jammies and promptly fell asleep around 10 this morning. i got up at 4. and i slept for nine and a half hours last night. and i'll probably go to bed around 7 or 8 tonight.
this is getting ridiculous
Monday, November 12, 2007
My Giggle For the Day
i stopped at walgreens before heading over to mobile mud for the cabaret party (at which i had too much fun and stayed out way too late - i should have been in bed hours ago.... but that's not my point). as i'm grabbing the few things i needed, "two out of three ain't bad" was playing over the speaker system. now, meatloaf is just not my cup of tea (or my dinner of choice for that matter) so i was very happy when it finally faded out to make way for a walgreens plug. (why are you plugging the store? we're already here.) as the song faded out, i heard someone continuing to sing the song over the fade. i glanced over to see who could possibly like this song enough to sing along to it, and found somebody's grandma - and i'm talking grandma, or maybe great-grandma... she was at least 80 or so, in her mid-calf flowered skirt and blue sweater set - rummaging through the cover girl lipsticks and singing cheerily along to the music while swaying slightly to the (fading) beat. it was just too cute. i can't imagine either of my grandmothers even knowing who meatloaf is, let alone bopping along to it. it made me smile - thought i'd share.
oh, also (for some strange reason) the song that came on after the commercial was "cult of personality". really random music for a drug store...
oh, also (for some strange reason) the song that came on after the commercial was "cult of personality". really random music for a drug store...
Sunday, November 11, 2007
The Friends and Family Pre-Opening Events at IKEA
ah, ikea. i love this store. i have been buying cheap and innovative knick-knacks, lighting, and kitchen supplies there for years, ever since john and i discovered it on a shopping trip to pittsburgh. it's been painful living many, many miles and several states away from the nearest ikea. i have had to do my shopping while at home visiting family. what i couldn't pack into my suitcase would have to hang out at my parents' house until they made a road trip to see me and could load it up in the van.but no more! happily, i now have an ikea in my backyard. it opens on wednesday. but thanks to james who is working there, i got to attend the pre-opening friends and family event - which means i got to shop at ikea TODAY (4 days before the rest of you can) and more importantly, i got to avoid the craziness that is sure to ensue next week when it opens. floridians are deprived. they have never been to an ikea store, being confined to using catalogs and online orders. they are excited. they are hungry for swedish design and meatballs in a cup. they will start camping out on monday (when they are allowed to start such things) so that they can be one of the first 100 in the store - these lucky ducks will get a free Poang chair (a value of $89 - please see below).
james, a.j., kristin, and i journeyed through the store. it was kristin's first time to an ikea, so it was especially exiting for her. we perused. we tested. we oohed. we ahhed. we took pictures. we bought stuff. 'twas a good time had by all.
so welcome, ikea, welcome to orlando. may you always be there for me when i need a new chair, silverware, or picture frame. i am glad you are here.
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