Under the Glass Bell

A Sorta Fairytale with You

I am so damn jazzed about a site I found in the Chicago Trib this AM. About two months ago, a tsunami of catalogs washed into our mailbox. We used to get an occasional catalog. Maybe 3 or 4 a week. And always from a store that I shop from often. But something happened. I'm in marketing, so I understand the process. I think there were two triggers that kicked in. 1) I'm a huge online shopper and some fuckwhit site sold my address to make a turd bit of incremental revenue to try to save the quarter. (This REALLY pisses me off as I am a straight white hat marketer. Listen to the current FTC hearings, dickheads.) Also, I jumped lifestages when I became a mom and my son is now officially a toddler. So, he jumped one too.

Now, when I say tsunami, I am talking about an average of eight to ten catalogs a day. EVERY day. EVEN on Saturdays. I recycle and the amount of paper that I'm recycling every week is freaking me out.

So, this morning, I'm reading the trib online and there is an article about a not-for-profit company called "Catalog Choice". They have a huge list of catalogs and you can choose the ones that you would no longer like to receive and they will contact the company on your behalf asking them to take you off the list. I spent about a half hour putting in my requests this morning. I cannot wait to see if it works. The word on the street though is that they do get you off the lists.

So, my sinus infection came back. (I'm a total dork and didn't finish all of my antibiotics. WHO doesn't finish their antibiotics? Me, obviously.) So, new type of antibiotics and I'm taking it easy today.

I had a sudden memory last night. It was about my friend who I wrote about a few weeks back. Another incident in which I didn't question something that happened. And again, this seems like a dream to me. I think about it now and wonder how in the world I could have not said anything about it to her.

My friend had come into town to visit. And we went out to a couple of bars to have a few drinks. We got hit on by a couple of guys. They were nice enough and bought us drinks. But I got from her that she thought they were dorks. (Again, she was married. Had been for about five years.) And then the next thing I know is that she is in a total liplock with one of the guys. Actually, I believe there was tongue involved. It was surreal. It wasn't a long make out session. Just 30 seconds or so of kissing and then they acted like nothing happened and shortly after that, the guys took off.

How does one explain that? I get her behavior. But mine is still puzzling to me.

With Knots I've Got Yet to Untie

So Wednesday I'm wandering through Target and the place is covered in Christmas decorations. Already! Remember when no one put up their Christmas stuff until after Thanksgiving. Oh, to have those days back.

Has anyone ever used one of those SAD lights? I've been using one for about a week and I have to say, I think it's working. I found myself getting down when the sun started to go down at 5:30ish and sure enough, it hasn't happened for the past few days. Am I nuts?

I have a ton of work to do this weekend, however, I absolutely must find some time to read the new Cary Tennis book. I absolutely adore Cary's writing. He's a wise and sympathetic soul. It's going to be an enjoyable read.

I could really go for a huge pile of cookies right now.

Nothing like phoning it in on day two of the NaBloPoMo.

All the Good Girls are at Home with Broken Hearts

I had a moment of pure joy yesterday. It was a cool, but sunny day here in Chicago. The leaves are beautiful. I drove from my house to Target to pick up some last minute things for Baby C's Halloween party. Free Fallin' came on the radio and I blasted it and sang along and all felt right in the world.

And then I came back to reality. The hub has been sick for 5 days, Char has been sick and is teething, I'm working myself into the ground at work and we're all cranky as hell. I just threw out the rest of the Halloween candy as I know that stuffing my face with chocolate all day has not helped the mood issue.

Char was adorable yesterday. He had six friends over in the afternoon. I had to work for most of it, but came up for a while and took some photos.

Here is something completely out of left field, but it drives me nuts. I absolutely hate sippy cups. They just gross me out. I know that I have a super keen sense of smell, but come on. The hard plastic holds odors. I cannot stand picking up a cup before pouring milk in it and smelling dish soap. And don't get me going on those stupid plastic valves. It is impossible to feel like one of those has actually been sanitized. Plus, I'm constantly fighting with my husband over it as he forgets to take them out and clean them separately from the cup. Twice now, I've pulled out a valve before I gave it to my guy to find moldy milk gunkus inside. I am constantly yelling at B, "You're going to kill the baby!"

Yeah, I'm a bit on edge as of late.

Monday night, Tori Amos at the Auditorium Theatre second row seats. I need a lip gloss boost in my America.