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Archive for February, 2008
Feel Like an Activist Without Ever Leaving Your House!
1February 28, 2008
My very talented friend Dawn is doing some important work in the world of adoption and she has a survey up at her website, openadoptionsupport.com. Help her and the adoption community out by clicking on the link and filling it out if it applies to you. It applies to you if you are an adoptee, an adoptive parent, a parent by birth whose child was adopted, or a family member of a parent by birth whose child was adopted. Don’t dick around with it if it doesn’t apply to you (you know who you are, and Dawn’s like a drug dog for idiots. If you’re an idiot, she will sniff you out and then you’ll go to jail for dicking around with her very important survey. It could happen.)
Love, American Style
3February 24, 2008
I found really cute shoes for $10! This has never, ever happened to me before. Most likely because I don’t like to shop because things are expensive and I am cheap, so my non-shopping around seriously inhibits my ability to find good deals on things I like. Because, let’s face it, it’s not a good deal if you don’t really like it. Anyway, we had to go to the dreaded mall because Liberty wanted to spend her very own money on Yet Another Effin’ Webkinz (didn’t they add “Yet Another Effin’” to the tradename yet? No? They should because I only ever hear people refer to them that way). And the local candy shop place that sells them didn’t have the exact perfect one (I know because they have a hotline you can call. For real.) So we went to the mall and Liberty got Yet Another Effin’ Webkinz. After that, we took Lena to Gamestop where My Precious discovered she didn’t have enough money for Super Mariokart Race Until You Die or whatever. I’ve seen this happen before and I’ve not been very understanding while waiting an hour for her to make the very, very difficult and painful decision to either save her money for another 2 weeks or just buy something else. This time, I decided to save everybody even more turmoil by excusing myself from the situation and leaving her with her father, who can relate to this kind of careful purchasing turmoil, and I ducked into Journeys and found omigod shoes for $10. And I liked them. So much. So much that even though my feet are, ahem, athletic and the shoes on the shelf were all a size smaller than I usually wear, I kept looking at them and fondling them and whispering through my tears, “Why can’t you be a wide size 9? I love you so much. Not just because you’re cheap. I love you for you.” And then I really looked at them and decided they looked big. Just like my feet. And I started to believe that our love could transcend size, so I tried them on. And I was right. Our love is stronger than any measurement, US or European. They’re big. They’re wide. They fit! So I bought them and then I was really high and wanted to go find MORE! bargains because I suddenly found my self-worth as an American woman. I didn’t get the chance to try out my brand-new purchasing power, however, because by the time my transaction was complete, Bryan found me and very wisely distracted me by offering me foodstuffs. He knows his woman.
ETA: I just read the reviews of the shoes at that link that I posted and all of those people who say they feel “true to size” and “true to width” are in serious denial about their shoe size. There is nothing true to either size or width about these lovely, lovely shoes. These regular 8s feel like a wide 9. Heaven.
This Chick Loves to Rock ‘N Roll
4February 22, 2008
And if she knew how to read, she would’ve totally signed up for the KISS Army. Yes, yes she would have.
Are we still talking about this?
First (song) Love
19February 11, 2008
My very first favorite song was Beth by Kiss. And then I had Peter Criss, Ace Frehley, and Paul Stanley for imaginary friends. Never Gene Simmons, ew. I was maybe 3? I don’t know, but I loved that song and I remember loving and singing* that song over and over. Only I said “Beff.” I’m sure I was pants-shittingly adorable. My brother would’ve been 10ish at the time and he had what turned out to be a life-long habit of playing all kinds of awful music very loudly out of his very dark and scary and stinky bedroom. He had all the most hideous posters and I swear that room gave off an aura of evil. I was so afraid of it that it occupied many, many hours in which my imagination would run away with all of the evils that could befall a person who went in there all alone. But I would enter when Beff was on the stereo. I had to have been introduced to it from the Double Platinum album because I remember being upset when I found out that the same freaks that were on the cover of Destroyer were the ones who were singing my precious song. But then, my brother also had their solo albums and I fell in love with Peter, Ace and Paul through those lovely headshots with the colored backlighting. So rad. (That probably wasn’t even a word back then, but still). I loved looking at Paul’s album so much because it was purple and I just couldn’t resist making it even more beautiful by sticking a grape scratch ‘n sniff sticker on it (sorry Mikey). But, just for the record, Peter was always my favorite because he looked like a kitty cat.
So, for the handful of you that read this thing, I demand that you tell me your very first favorite song. Just for fun.
*I’m sure I knew the lyrics because I’ve always been good at knowing lyrics for some reason. Bryan, on the other hand, is so much the opposite in that regard. In fact, when I told him I was blogging about Beth he immediately started singing, “Beth I hear you crying and I’ll be right there for you…just a few more hours and I’ll see you through and through,” when I shook my head at him he was really all like, “That’s not right?” and omigod I almost stabbed him.
