Falling for Corinthian Leather and Oreos

I took a nasty fall in the Staples parking lot on Sunday…went right over one of those low-rider carts they use to caddy large boxes out to your car. I went over the cart...and the box…did this as we were loading the huge (and heavy) box into the back of my car. Shins are healing nicely…swelling is gone…left inner-upper arm is still a black and blue mess though…and quite tender. Most importantly though, and I am happy to report this, the Lazy Boy Executive Chair that was in the box made it home unscathed and is resting comfortably in front of my computer desk. 

And yes, it was worth every twinge, throb, and ache that I have felt thus far this week. It is THAT comfortable. As a matter of fact, when I was sitting in it, playing an online computer game with my granddaughter in Virginia Beach earlier this week (The Lord of the Rings Online…yes...I’m a geek), I thought I heard the voice of Ricardo Montalbán through my speakers, saying something about soft Corinthian leather.

I should add, if you understand what I just said about Ricardo Montalbán and soft Corinthian leather, the following will most likely disappoint you, maybe even devastate you. Perhaps you should sit down, on soft Corinthian leather if you have some. The fact is, in actuality, the Corinthian leather used in the 1975 Chrysler Cordoba came from New Jersey...not Brazil. At least that’s what it says on the Wikipedia page for Corinthian leather. 

So…it was a scam. After all these years, the truth is revealed. 

For me, finding this out was almost as disappointing as when I found out Oreo Double Stuff cookies have, on average, only 1.86 stuff. This cookie sham (and outright attack on everything American) was exposed by way of a real experiment, one conducted under genuine scientific conditions…I checked, they used metric units and everything.

But I digress. 

Sorry.

Here’s the short version of my post…

1) I took a bad fall on Sunday, but I’m feeling much better now.
2) As substantiated by the Star Trek franchise, Ricardo Montalbán cannot be trusted.
3) And it might not be wise to agree to a double date with anyone from Nabisco.

Rainy Days and Mondays

There’s something about the dog days of August that make it easy for a person’s mind to ramble.

And as I’m sure is true for all whom are reading this, if one throws in a few songs from days gone by, that rambling mind might find its way to places where life seemed simpler…and time slower…and the world a better place.

Rose tinted glasses? 

Perhaps so. 

I think they can be a good thing, as long as one doesn’t leave them on for too long. I feel sorry for the person that doesn’t own a pair.

So as it happened...earlier today, during my drive home from work, I was listening to music from my iPod when the following Carpenters song came on. I will admit that it brought a tear to my eye as I thought about how much I miss hearing Karen Carpenter’s voice on the radio…as well as others…Jim Croce…John Denver…Harry Chapin…and on and on. 

After I arrived home, and got settled in, I searched for and found this video. Then I jotted down these words that you are reading…on a Thursday, not a Monday, and with no rain falling from the sky…but yet…it felt like the same kind of day Karen was singing about…now so long ago.