June 26th, 2000

Amy presents...for your reading pleasure... things that rock Aunt Annie's pretzels I just had one of these on Sunday. Have you ever had one? Oh my. They are the finest mall snack one could ever imagine being gifted with. Don't mess around with all those flavors...just have an original. Bready, salty, buttery...just (as my brother Dennis would say) rub it on my ass, cause that's where it's headed. Yum. Binders The thought of putting papers into binders and organizing them with pretty dividers makes me really, really happy. I think it stems back to my childhood, when I was obsessed with Trapper Keepers. I always wanted to buy my school supplies in, like, June. Look at this! I could be a loose-leaf planner! Screw writing...I want to file and place things into binders nicely. I just want the world to be organized. Is that so wrong? Love Notes This is a radio program on 100.3 fm in Chicago. I live for it each night...it's a constant stream of lite hits. A man with a sexy voice asks for requests and dedications. "It's where music and memories and emotions come together...every night from 7 to midnight," he just said, as if to help me explain it to you. Right now they're playing the theme from "St. Elmo's Fire." Earlier it was, "I Want to Know What Love Is." "One great love song after another," he just said to a caller. "What's your dedication?" "Um, this is Lee. This song is for Tanya. I just want to tell her I love her." Fade to "The Search is Over." I am in heaven. You can listen too! Here. Don't do it from the computer at my house, though...Andy will yell at you for sucking up bandwidth. Woodfield Blah blah blah consumerism, blah blah blah constructed to make you have to walk by 10 stores to get to the one you want, blah blah blah credit card debt, I freeking love this mall. It's huge, it's pleasant, it makes me happy to be alive in a capitalist society. Cereal I am telling you right now that there is no finer thing in this world than a bowl (or two) of cereal. And don't give me that healthy crap. I want Fruity Pebbles. I want Froot Loops. I want Sugar Smacks (don't be renaming them, either...we all know that they're Sugar Smacks, not Smacks). I want Count Chocula! Yes! I do! And every other sugary mess out there. I am all about the cereal. Whois and other nosey tricks you can play on the Internet Go to this site, type in someone's domain, and find out allll about them. Or, go to Alta Vista and type in "link:www.yourwebpage.com" and see who links to you. Or vanity surf and search a bunch of engines looking for your own name. These are good things to do if you're procrastinating getting off the computer to feed yourself or go to bed or run to Ace Hardware for mulch. Table Talk When I first started reading posts on Table Talk, I thought, "My people! I've finally found my people." I can easily waste two hours here in a sitting. The Container Store This is one of those stores, like Office Max, where I walk in and my heartbeat quickens and I begin to feel nervous, like I'm going to miss something if I don't start shopping RIGHT NOW. They sell products to organize every square inch of your home...and if you've been paying attention, you know that I live to organize things. Andy Today is our second anniversary. He proposed to me one May evening when we were at Ed Debevic's for dinner. After we were seated, he said, "Have you ever been happier than you are right now?" I kind of smiled and nodded like, whatever, sure sweetie. After he proposed and our scene had died down, he pointed to a sign hanging behind me at the bar. "Have you ever been happier than you are right now?" it said. I think about that sign all the time, and the answer is always no. I love my life, and I think my friendship with Andy has a lot to do with it. He is smart, funny, caring, honest, loyal, patient, and always, always has time for me. He goes clothes shopping with me, even though he doesn't like it. He brings me flowers for no reason. He makes us talk through fights, even when I just want to stomp off and be angry. We were driving somewhere the other day, and when we pulled up to a stoplight, Andy reached over to kiss my cheek. "Tell me a secret," I said. Without pausing, he whispered back to me. "I'm a horse." He makes me laugh. And that rocks.   Wanna be notified when I update? Send mail and thou shalt receive!