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Thursday
Sep132007

I Will Not Pay $4.07 for a Grande Nonfat with Whip Pumpkin Spice Latte

I am Poor.
I am Poor.
Poor I am.

That Poor-I-Am!
That Poor-I-Am!
I do not like
that Poor-I-Am!

Would you pay that for a latte?

I will not pay it,
Poor-I-am.
I will not pay it
Poor-I-am.

Would you pay it with some cash?

I would not pay it with some cash.
I will not pay it with my little stash.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

Would you pay it with some credit?

I would not pay it with some credit.
I will not pay it with my debit.
I will not pay it with some cash.
I will not pay it with my little stash.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

Would you pay it with other means?

I would not pay it with other means.
I will not pay it in your dreams.
I will not pay it with some credit.
I will not pay it with my debit.
I will not pay it with some cash.
I will not pay it with my litte stash.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

Would you pay it in a loo?
Would you pay it in a drive-thru?

I would not pay it in a loo.
I will not pay it in a drive-thru.
I will not pay it with some credit.
I will not pay it with my debit.
I will not pay it with other means.
I will not pay it in your dreams.
I will not pay it with some cash.
I will not pay it with my litte stash.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

Would you? Could you?
In a rush?
Pay it! Pay it!
Here and now!

I would not,
could not,
in a rush.

It's not so bad.
You will see.
You can pay it
with a fifty!

I would not, could not with a fifty.
Not in a rush. Now let me be!

I would not pay it in a loo.
I will not pay it in a drive-thru.
I will not pay it with some credit.
I will not pay it with my debit.
I will not pay it with other means.
I will not pay it in your dreams.
I will not pay it with some cash.
I will not pay it with my litte stash.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

A gift card! A gift card!
A gift card! A gift card!
Could you, would you,
with a gift card?

Not with a gift card! Not in a rush!
Not with a fifty! Let me be!

I would not pay it in a loo.
I will not pay it in a drive-thru.
I will not pay it with some credit.
I will not pay it with my debit.
I will not pay it with other means.
I will not pay it in your dreams.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

Say!
In the cold!
Here in the cold!
Would you, could you, in the cold?

I would not, could not
in the cold.
Not with a gift card. Not in a rush.
Not with a fifty! I said let me be!

I would not pay it in a loo.
I will not pay it in a drive-thru.
I will not pay it with some credit.
I will not pay it with my debit.
I will not pay it with other means.
I will not pay it in your dreams.
I will not pay it, Poor-I-am.

I will not pay that for a latte!

Wednesday
Sep122007

My Pride and Joy

My heart swells with pride every time I hear this:

Just in case you don't bleed black and gold (which might be unforgivable, I have to think about that) and didn't understand that, she said "Steelers!" No poking, no prodding. She saw game highlights on TV and said it all by herself. I love that kid.

Speaking of football (and because I just know you're dying of curiosity), I totally kicked butt in week 1 of Fantasy Football. I had the highest score in my league by over 20 points. I had triple the points of some people. I'm basking in the glory of my victory by caressing and cherishing my virtual trophy. I probably won't get another one. Unless Tony Romo has more 300+ yard games, which he is welcome to do.

Wednesday
Sep122007

This Internet Thing, She Confuses Me

The problem with the Internet is that it can be difficult, if not impossible, to determine if someone is being sarcastic. Before I tell you how I came to this startling revelation, let me just say that if you are ever trying to determine if I'm being sarcastic, you can check the weather. If the weather guy in Pittsburgh says we are going to have crappy weather, then, yes, I'm being sarcastic. Since we have crappy weather just about every day, you know where we stand.

Anyway, I love reading Looky Daddy's blog. There's nothing like a man trying to survive staying at home with three little girls (including a set of twins) to make you appreciate how good you have it. Plus, he's funny. Like, for example, when he was writing about how one of the twins has been sick and that it was jeopardizing her attendance at the first day of preschool. He's been looking forward to that first day, oh, since they were born. Anyway, he posed the question: how long should a child be vomit-free before attending school?

In response to his question I commented,

"Dude, I took my kid on a plane when the Pediatrician said she had "A-typical Chicken Pox" and needed to be quarantined. I refused to miss my fun-filled Disney vacation, contagions be damned. Did you hear about it on the news? No? That's because nothing bad happened.

Surely the world (aka Preschool) will survive a child who, perhaps, has a touch of food poisoning or is, maybe, experimenting with her inner-Bulimic. What they don't know can't keep you from enjoying your first hours of FREEDOM. All kids at school=your Disney vacation. Now go play with Mickey already."

I know that there is a mountain of sarcasm in there (and that Looky Daddy! has the sense to figure out whether his kid is well enough to go to school or not--he's probably not going to use the comments on his blog as a formal poll and do whatever the Internet says he should do). But I don't know if there's a mountain of sarcasm in someones reply to my comment:

"Burgh Baby's Mom: No, we just didn't hear about it on the news because the three dozen people whose kids got chicken pox the following week didn't know who to blame. Now you've outed yourself you are gonna get so much hate mail.

But hey, didn't people use to pile their healthy kids into bed with the infected ones to get it all over with (that's what he relates in The Great Brain anyway)? You did them a favor."

Really, I have no idea. Sarcastic? Or not? Do I bother to tell the rest of the chicken pox story (like the fact that nobody agreed with the pediatrician in her "diagnosis", including a MIL, and we all know they are always right? or that she had already had the spots, which were confined to her back, for over a week? or that they were totally gone two days after the visit to the pediatrician's office? or that she didn't have any other symptoms? or that she had already been vaccinated against chicken pox? or that . . . you get the idea)?

I guess I'll just wait for the hate mail and see where I stand. The good news is that while the commenter may be able to figure out where we live, she doesn't know what I look like.

Smiling, that is. She doesn't know what I look like SMILING.