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So for a while now I’ve had a specific void in my life causing me to be on this never-ending quest to find this one thing that has been eluding me. I feel like I’ve patiently waited and searched – seemingly going to all the right places and asking all the right questions. I’ve been willing to do whatever it takes, but sometimes some things remain just outside our reach, I guess. Until now. I have finally found… sweatpants with pockets. Soft, reasonably thick, flattering, SWEATS. WITH. POCKETS. I know, you must be wondering why sweats with pockets would be hard to come by. Well, they were. For at least a couple seasons. I even asked one of the buyers at REI where all the sweats with pockets were, to which she replied, “There are none. Forget about it, no one’s making them. People don’t want their sweats to have pockets.” WHAT?! I’m sorry, when I wear sweats (for my job, and all other activities) where am I supposed to put my phone, or money, or keys?
Well, Target finally stepped up and now sells some really great sweats with pockets. And in at least two shades of grey!
The other day, as I was on my way to get some carnitas to go at the local Mexican restaurant, I noticed this place in the adjacent strip mall. I just hope their hymnal includes “Don’t Stop Believin’.” Otherwise, what’s the point?
Remember this lady? Yeah well, it looks like she wasn’t totally wrong after all. It’s true; a lot more people don’t have to worry about putting gas in their cars and paying their mortgages… because they no longer have cars or houses. Thank you, oh oracle.
Have you ever just, out of the blue, picked up an old habit from, oh – I don’t know, like 30 years ago? Well, I recently did. I was getting groceries, and something compelled me to go down “that isle” – you know, the one those know-it-all health nuts tell you to avoid like a twitpic from Anthony Weiner. Anyway, somehow I found myself wandering down the danger zone when I saw the Oreos. I thought, hmm, it’s been a while, I should buy these. And that was approximately four boxes ago. Now I sit and dip Oreos in milk as I surf the blogosphere. I know. it’s gross. And six per sitting, mind you! At least I have several new pairs of sweat pants now. Mmmm.
Ah, Christmas in my neck of the woods. Bet your neighborhood doesn’t have… this…
I’ve finally reached that magical point in blogging where I have to set my post drafts to “private visibility” as I write them, so that if I hit “publish” prematurely, no partially finished blog post will immediately go out to all my subscribers. Because it’s happened twice. I do this thing now where I just hit “publish” for some reason, who knows why, and then go into AFib – like I just accidentally launched a nuke at Mexico or something. I must never join twitter.
Yesterday at Mass, during his homily, the priest asked if we realized what our conglomerate response to “the Lord be with you” sounded like at this point. To a bunch of raised eyebrows and shrugging shoulders, he replied, “and also with your spirit.” Yep. Maybe by Easter we’ll have this thing down.
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