- It is singlehandedly my fault that it is snowing in central Pennsylvania in APRIL. Why? Because I took my snow scraper out of my car and stored it in the basement a few days ago. So apparently Mother Nature decided to throw back her head and have a good laugh at my expense. ... You win, madam. You win.
- To decorate our house for spring, I bought some lovely faux flowers (faux sounds so much prettier than plastic) to put in the big glass vase in our dining room. Well, without anything to anchor them in, they were falling all over. So yesterday at Target I found some beautiful polished river rocks. Then I looked at the price. Normally I am a huge Target fan. In fact, I think heaven must look a lot like the inside of a Target store: clean, bright and uber trendy. But Target wanted $7.99(!) for a teeny box of rocks. So I gave the rocks the middle finger and went to JoAnn Fabrics. There I found the same rocks for $1.99 each. You let me down Target. You let me down.
- Having satellite radio still rocks my world. FCC-deemed "naughty" words aren't ever deleted out of my favorite songs, and the sheer volume of stations is amazing. I can almost always find something I like. And rocking out to 80's music when the mood strikes is so ridiculously fun for me. I still check out my local stations, particularly Jerry's, but I heard something the other day that absolutely infuriated me. Our pop station was playing Fall Out Boy's "This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arm's Race." For those of you not familiar with the lyrics, they are: "This ain't a scene, it's a God damn arms race." Well, when it got to the hook, the station bleeped out God. GOD! Not damn. Damn was okay. But put God in front of it and GOOD GRACIOUS THE WORLD IS GOING TO END. This makes me want to kidnap a religious fanatic, tie them to a chair in my basement next to my snow scraper and force them to listen to the unedited version of that song over and over until their ears bleed.
- I don't usually talk about work, but this is something that has stayed with me for days and is too good not to share. After my column ran in the paper, a reader called to congratulate me on my pregnancy. She left the most beautiful message I've ever received in my entire life. On it, she explained that she had a miscarriage when she was about my age, and her doctors told her that she and her husband would never have children. Ten years later, they were blessed with a daughter who is now 48 and has two daughters of her own. She explained that never giving up hope is what kept her going and because of her loss, she knew to cherish every moment of her child's life because, to her, it was so precious. Of course, by the end, my eyes were leaking like a faucet. And she only left her name, so I can't call and thank her. Instead, I'll do it here. Thank you Mrs. Crawford. You touched me more than you'll ever know.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
I seem to have quite a few nuggets floating around in my brain that probably could be developed into individual posts of their own if I tried really hard, but, um, today is my day off and I just feel like emptying my head so I can think more clearly. Maybe I'll call it Brain Barf.
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