April 14, 2009
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Thoughts From My Monday
Last Night
In a desperate attempt to send me a message, my subconscious had me dreaming about shoes last night. Message received, Brain, loud and clear. I need new shoes for my big dogs, preferably of the ballet flat/skimmer varieties.
If anyone knows of any comfortable and fashionable flats, please let me know. I’ve been dying for a pair a Tory Burch, but I don’t have an extra $195 to burn these days. So, also preferably under $100.
This Morning
Even with a bedtime of 9:30 p.m., I spent the greater part of my shower with my eyes unopened. And for the big finish, once my eyes were fully opened, I nearly tried to squeegee the entire shower with my razor.
I also spent the greater part of my commute thinking that I may be the only person in the state without a conveniently located Starbucks (or comparable coffee joint) along her commute. There’s not one close to my house or on the way to the freeway. There are none along the stretch of freeway that I travel along, only a Carl’s Jr. (a.k.a. Hardee’s, for my loyal Midwestern readers) a Jack in the Box, a Shell, and a couple of Arco’s with am/pm mini-marts.
So I decided to be daring in search of something slightly more convenient to my drive than the ‘Bucks closest to my office (which is neither close, nor convenient--discuss).
SUCCESS! It’s not exactly on the beaten path to my office, but it’s close enough for days like today when the crappy office coffee was not going to cut it (or even a non-crappy cup of drip would do for that matter--it was a fru-fru espresso drink kinda morning, for sure!) There, in the distance was the Green Valley Starbucks. I never thought I would ever say this, but thank goodness for Fairfield!!! Er--unincorporated Solano County (a.k.a. Green Valley).
Radio Killed the Music Star
So Greenday has a new album coming out. So Greenday is playing a lot “secret” shows in the greater S.F./Bay Area. So the radio is playing Greenday. A lot. As if they weren’t played enough as it was.
Now, I don’t begrudge the success of Greenday. I was never one of those music snobs who cried “SELLOUT!” upon a band’s mainstream success (I am, after all, a fan of capitalism). My target here is the ever declining media format of radio.
Do radio listeners really want to hear Sublime once every 90 minutes? They’ve had no new radio-worthy music since their singer OD’ed to his eternal reward circa 1996. Ditto for Nirvana. And Red Hot Chili Peppers? I’m not sure where the critical acclaim has come from for their more recent efforts, but it all sounds the same. Not to mention the aforementioned Greenday. You’re killing me, Radio. You’re killing the music, too.
In the late 90’s, I had a co-worker and friend who was a fellow music aficionado. He oft praised the pop stylings of Everclear. My oft response was to vomit. Just the other day, an Everclear song came on the radio. And I sang along and I loved it. For my earlier disdain, I blame you, Radio. You killed Everclear with too much airplay. Among other undeserving artists (and perhaps some deserving, too).
Please stop trying to engineer my musical likes and dislikes. It’s not becoming, Radio. And I just change the channel anyway.
Weekend Baking
All that I got to over the weekend was gnocci and two flavors of bran muffins. I'm OK with that.
Comments (4)
re: coffee -I've actually found that gas station coffee is as good as or better than fancy coffee and it's a lot cheaper. They make it more frequently so it's usually fresh, especially first thing in the morning. Just my 2 cents. : )
One website for all of your shoe needs (I wear a size 12 and they have tons of stuff in my size! Imagine all the stuff they'd have in more "normal" sizes)
http://www.zappos.com
Happy shopping!
@CaliGrrrl - my big dogs are size 11, so I'm not that much more normal than you!
@thinlizzy17 - I used to get gas station coffee in college all the time! I've found the iced coffee offerings at McD's aren't bad, either. I've been craving White Chocolate Mocha's lately, so...I've been a little high maintenance!
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