Space, much needed space

'I'll tell me ma' is playing on itunes.  A song I learned listening to the pub runners at Sinclair's.  

Recently, a few people have told me about some friends they have that are very clingy.  One wants their husband to be home the instant they are, and the other couple will ditch their friends to see each other.  Listen, I'm all about spending time, and good quality time (not just time), with your spouse.  But you got to let them get out of the house.  Let them go out and have a poker night, or a night at the bar with their friends, or just go shopping (trying to get both sexes in there) with one of your friends.  Not only are they getting out of the house, but you get alone time at the house.  

Newlyweds seem to be the exception.  Mainly because they are so in love and can't get enough of each other and blah blah blah.  You have the rest of your lives to spend with each other, be social.  Don't be the person who needs to go home because your significant other calls you and tells you to be home.  Lengthen that leash people.  I just don't get that about some relationships.  

It isn't the end of the world if you don't spend every waking hour/minute/second with the person you love.  Space people.  Space.  

Dude...in two years, I will have been out of high school for ten years.  TEN YEARS!  

freaky.

bad weather update

The ipod shuffle is done.  I listened to all seven hundred plus songs.  Now I'm just listening to whatever sparks my musical interest at the moment.  For example, I'm going through my Irish playlist and listening to The Wolfe Tones.  

There was a huge streak of storms that stretched from Oklahoma all the way up to Topeka that came through last night.  There were mighty winds (up to seventy mile per hour gusts), heavy rain, and some tornado sightings (nowhere near us, don't worry).  

By the time the storm came through Wichita, the tornado watch had been reduced to a severe thunderstorm watch.  The local news station was advising people to seek shelter in the lower level of the house or in storm shelter, etc. etc.  Across the driveway is the leasing office for the apartment complex.  The basement is used as the storm shelter.  So as A and I are watching the news and seeing the people go down there, I asked:

'So what do you think?' (in reference to going down there).

'I don't know, what do you think?'  

'Meh.'

Nice.  If we ever get sucked out of our house by a tornado, it was because we were to complacent to go to a storm shelter.  

feelings

No music playing at the moment...I'm high off of the Wings winning the Stanley Cup (4th in eleven years!)

A drug me to wal mart today to spend the rest of the gift cards we got for our wedding.  We bought a new air mattress (aka, the guest bed), a new cooler, and a lantern.  The last two are for preparations for the float trip we have coming up at the end of this month.   I always feel two things when I am there:

1.)Pity for anyone who enjoys shopping there.

and 

2.)Dirty.

Banned Chucks and an imprisoned Indian

Currently playing on the digital turntable:  Candy Store Rock by Led Zeppelin.  *Quick aside note:  I only need one more record (In Through the Out Door) to have the complete Zeppelin collection on LP.  I'm quite ecstatic. * 

The other night I had a dream, nightmare really, that my boss told me I could no longer wear my Chucks (pictured left) to work.  I remember asking why and was told that they were made in sweatshops in Asia and that with the war going on, I needed to buy shoes made in America to support the country.  Now, there are two things wrong with the whole situation.  One, work is starting to creep into my dreams.  I hear people joking about how you are in trouble if you start dreaming about work.  The second, is that politics are starting to show up in my dreams.  and I hate politics.  So I woke up thinking, 'Dammit, I don't own any American made shoes."  But who does?  

Another little additive:  

I finished reading 'Prison Writings:  My Life is My Sun Dance' by Leonard Peltier. (I know the internet isn't the best for one hundred percent accurate info, but this will give the basic run down of who he is, if you don't know).  

Read it.

Love it.

Embrace it.

Free Leonard.