Dating seems to be very different today than it was when I was doing it. Of course, I was really young when I was dating. It seems like there are SO many ways to meet potentials these days. E-Harmony, It's Just Lunch, 8 minute Dating. I probably would have tried them all to meet people. Where do people meet after they graduate high school?
I was listening to the radio this morning after dropping the 2 older hooligans off at school this morning. The station I was listening to are doing their annual Mile of Men event. This is where guys call in to participate in the Mile of Men, giving their stats and hoping to get a spot in the line up. On the day of the event women drive by and choose which man they want to go out on a date with. The ask the guys all kinds of questions, what do you do for a living? What do you drive? What do you look like?
If I was single I would totally do this by the way...at least drive by and ogle a little. I am a shopping girl after all. But thankfully, no, I am not single and come home to my #1 choice anyway. I digress, the thought of an entire MILE of men, eligible, single men looking for women. That's pretty enticing to a gal on the hunt. Easy...just drive by and point the the man you want. I wonder if they gift wrap?
Anyway, I was listening to the guys calling in and was horrified. Man after man was pathetic and cheesy. One was a salesmen (of course you gotta have a salesman) who was so cheesy I felt like I needed to take a shower after his interview. He described himself as "devilishly handsome". Any man who says that has got to be a beastly runt on the loose. They let him in too. Then some guy called who could barely form a sentence. They asked him his favorite make out song. He hemmed and hawed for at least a minute. Not saying anything but "Uh....I got it...I got it.....Uh....I got it....." It was painful. I can only imagine dinner with this dolt. Come on, everybody knows the best make out songs have to be something by Barry White...or Al Green...or Marvin Gaye. Take your pick and start sucking face already. So glad I am not single in this town today.
My faith in the single men of San Diego was redeemed when they finally got a hold of a doctor, driving some hot SUV, wearing a suit. He was a neurologist. He made the cut. But by the sounds of it, the women are going to be tearing each other to shreds over this one guy. The others sound like candidates for the dating disasters you see on Blind Date.
SO, where were all these fun sort of dating venues when I was single? Oh yeah...I was in 11th grade English class and they frown on speed dating during class time.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Elusive Sleep
Sleep. Where art thou sleep? What is it about children that requires them to sap every ounce of energy that you have so that by the time 7:30pm rolls around you have been reduced to a shrieking banshee that no one recognizes? 7:30 is my favorite time of day. It is the time when all people under 4 ft tall go to bed and leave me to become a human being again. There are a few blissful hours filled with novels, and television shows, cuddling with my husband and eating snacks forbidden to the little ones. Those are beautiful moments that I treasure. My husband suddenly staring at me as if to say...hey....I remember you...the woman that I married...where have you been? The 2 horned mommy beast has melted away and at last I am me again.
Then the lights go out and I am convinced that the kids have had some big pow wow about who is going to keep mommy awake tonight. If it isn't the Red one screaming with a bad dream, then it is the Stinky one who needs water and has tossed his blankets off the bed, and it never fails that Boo wants nurse until I am as dehydrated as the desert. How do they know who's turn it is to drive me crazy at night? I have not slept through the night in about 5 years. WTF?
I got a real treat today and was awoken by them all by about 5:30am. Little hooligans.
Just when I am about to write them off and sell them on ebay, Boo says his first word (Hi) and melts my heart. I see Red and Stinky on the playground at school holding hands and taking care of each other. These kids are ok I guess. I think I'll keep em.
Gingers Mom: Red, you are the best little girl in the whole world.
Red (her eyese swelling with love and hugging me SO tight): Mommy, you are the BIGGEST girl in the whole world.
True how true. Now, where did I put that cookie?
Then the lights go out and I am convinced that the kids have had some big pow wow about who is going to keep mommy awake tonight. If it isn't the Red one screaming with a bad dream, then it is the Stinky one who needs water and has tossed his blankets off the bed, and it never fails that Boo wants nurse until I am as dehydrated as the desert. How do they know who's turn it is to drive me crazy at night? I have not slept through the night in about 5 years. WTF?
I got a real treat today and was awoken by them all by about 5:30am. Little hooligans.
Just when I am about to write them off and sell them on ebay, Boo says his first word (Hi) and melts my heart. I see Red and Stinky on the playground at school holding hands and taking care of each other. These kids are ok I guess. I think I'll keep em.
Gingers Mom: Red, you are the best little girl in the whole world.
Red (her eyese swelling with love and hugging me SO tight): Mommy, you are the BIGGEST girl in the whole world.
True how true. Now, where did I put that cookie?
Monday, January 29, 2007
Love
If it was physically possible to make love to a dessert, I think this would be the one. I made this last night just to get a bit of a chocolate fix and thought about clobbering my husband with a frying pan just so I could have his too. Too bad that lucky bastard eats quick. You must try this. It is super easy to make and the only thing you might regret is that you have fallen in an unnatural love with a dessert.
Friday, January 26, 2007
He sure is swell
I have a great husband. I just thought you should know. After he came home from Japan (completely exhausted and jet lagged) I have been crabby and not nice to him because I don't feel good. Yesterday I looked at him and said something along the lines of "After the kids are in bed you're gonna run to the store and find me something of the chocolate variety." He just smiled. "Ok". I know he hates running errands like this but he did it anyway. No questions asked. And the truth of the matter is he is almost always willing to do stuff like that, even if tired, just to make me happy. What a swell guy.
ALot of my friends say I should demand more time to myself, more things for myself. And in many ways I should try to get away more and have time for me. But when it comes down to it Dan really never says no to me. If I say I need time away, he finds a way to do that for me. If I say I feel fat in my clothes, he finds a way to get me new clothes - even when we don't have money. He's a really good husband who really does put my needs first. So even though I get bitter as he is skiing the slopes of Nagano or surfing the waves of Waikiki, when he gets home I know he'll listen when I need something for ME too. Anything from flying my best friend to see me (even though we can barely pay our bills) to running to the store when he is running on empty to find me a slice of chocolate cake.
Now I have to ask, is that love? Or it just fear of the inner beast that rears its ugly head monthly?
ALot of my friends say I should demand more time to myself, more things for myself. And in many ways I should try to get away more and have time for me. But when it comes down to it Dan really never says no to me. If I say I need time away, he finds a way to do that for me. If I say I feel fat in my clothes, he finds a way to get me new clothes - even when we don't have money. He's a really good husband who really does put my needs first. So even though I get bitter as he is skiing the slopes of Nagano or surfing the waves of Waikiki, when he gets home I know he'll listen when I need something for ME too. Anything from flying my best friend to see me (even though we can barely pay our bills) to running to the store when he is running on empty to find me a slice of chocolate cake.
Now I have to ask, is that love? Or it just fear of the inner beast that rears its ugly head monthly?
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Crabby
Pardon me. I am crabby. Can't be helped. Women trouble and all....everything is on my nerves.
I was at the store the other day. It was one of those stores that never has enough registers open and is always crowded. That day was extra special because I had something I had to return and they decided to only have 2 lines open. There is only one line where you can make returns and exchanges. So I wait. Patiently. With my three small children. It was ok at first. I was in a good mood. Slowly but surely my mood took a turn for the worse. Red started whining about some treasure she found while waiting in line. Boo decided to lean forward in the double stroller and grab onto Stinky's hair for dear life (all the while smiling like a little hooligan). Screaming children everywhere. Suddenly it felt like I had twice as many and they all were making a scene. Much yelling an threatening ensues. I am starting to sweat and feel resentful holding this dress that I had bought that was too tight. (It was in fact these 3 little monsters that MADE me too fat to fit in the damn thing).
At that moment this woman comes walking over holding an item and asks me if she can go ahead of me. She just wants to buy one item. Here I am, my hair is mussed, I am cross eyed with frustration at the ETERNITY that has passed by while I was waiting in that line and the chaos that has danced around my feet. I look at her. Seriously?
Stupid Lady: You don't mind I am sure.
Me: Seriously?
Stupid Lady: It's just one item. (she starts to butt in ahead of me)
I put my hand up and stop her. She's actually rather lucky I didn't clock her or sic one of my screaming kicking hooligans on her.
Me: Lady I have 3 screaming children, what do you think? (followed by a whithering glare)
She gave me the stink eye and than skulked away. That was some gall. I may try that next time I am at a busy store. Walk up to the most ovewhelmed character I can find and just ask to budge in. I just don't feel like waiting. I know you don't mind.
I was at the store the other day. It was one of those stores that never has enough registers open and is always crowded. That day was extra special because I had something I had to return and they decided to only have 2 lines open. There is only one line where you can make returns and exchanges. So I wait. Patiently. With my three small children. It was ok at first. I was in a good mood. Slowly but surely my mood took a turn for the worse. Red started whining about some treasure she found while waiting in line. Boo decided to lean forward in the double stroller and grab onto Stinky's hair for dear life (all the while smiling like a little hooligan). Screaming children everywhere. Suddenly it felt like I had twice as many and they all were making a scene. Much yelling an threatening ensues. I am starting to sweat and feel resentful holding this dress that I had bought that was too tight. (It was in fact these 3 little monsters that MADE me too fat to fit in the damn thing).
At that moment this woman comes walking over holding an item and asks me if she can go ahead of me. She just wants to buy one item. Here I am, my hair is mussed, I am cross eyed with frustration at the ETERNITY that has passed by while I was waiting in that line and the chaos that has danced around my feet. I look at her. Seriously?
Stupid Lady: You don't mind I am sure.
Me: Seriously?
Stupid Lady: It's just one item. (she starts to butt in ahead of me)
I put my hand up and stop her. She's actually rather lucky I didn't clock her or sic one of my screaming kicking hooligans on her.
Me: Lady I have 3 screaming children, what do you think? (followed by a whithering glare)
She gave me the stink eye and than skulked away. That was some gall. I may try that next time I am at a busy store. Walk up to the most ovewhelmed character I can find and just ask to budge in. I just don't feel like waiting. I know you don't mind.
Friday, January 19, 2007
WTF?
I switched to the new blogger and my webpage went cuckoo. Pardon the template. I will work on getting my links and regular stuff up soon. Screw you blogger!! It seems only to effect SOME people. So if it is working or not working, let me know.
And for some unknown reason I can't access a bunch of blogger blogs. Grrrr....
And for some unknown reason I can't access a bunch of blogger blogs. Grrrr....
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Lucky S.O.B.
I am home now, at 8 am after dragging my sorry behind down to the airport with 3 pajama clad children so I can drop my hubby off on yet another fun filled trip for the Navy. He is going to Japan and will be gone for a week. Oh but don't you worry about him, he has one maybe 2 days of work waiting for him there. The rest will be spent skiing in Nagano and visiting with our good friends Mike and Nicki who are currently living over there. (Stop by and say hello to them. They are self proclaimed "comment whores" and their blog is a fun read). I'm sure he'll come to his senses and realize most of that free time will be scouring the nation of Japan for something sparkly to bring home to his bitter wife.
And now for new business:
I have added a new link, Oh the Joys. She won an ROFL award and that is how I found her. And boy, she can really get you laughing.
I am also happy to say that Shana is up and posting again. After a 4 month hiatus. Before that she only posted 4 times or so. Come on girl, you can do it!!
I haven't done this in a while so here goes a comment of the week. The winner is...Kelly for commenting on my Foreboding? post:
"Uh...she looks like you."
That made me laugh out loud...and then get worried. Very worried.
And now for new business:
I have added a new link, Oh the Joys. She won an ROFL award and that is how I found her. And boy, she can really get you laughing.
I am also happy to say that Shana is up and posting again. After a 4 month hiatus. Before that she only posted 4 times or so. Come on girl, you can do it!!
I haven't done this in a while so here goes a comment of the week. The winner is...Kelly for commenting on my Foreboding? post:
"Uh...she looks like you."
That made me laugh out loud...and then get worried. Very worried.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
We shall never speak of this again.
I made a foolish mistake today. Well...several. First of all I foolishly decided to go to the mall with my friend, Stephanie with all 3 of my children. I should know by now that my little hooligans are not fit to be out in the public world. Things were going not TOO poorly when we decided to let the kids loose on the litte play area. Stephanie and I were chatting about parenthood when I made a CRUCIAL mistake. I started praising my children. "Red has become such a wonderful girl and I am so proud of who she has become. She really is a very sweet and special girl..." I went on and on.
Was she listening? Was God listening? Was the Devil listening?
Someone was and I paid dearly for it.
No sooner were these words out of my mouth than there was little Stinky, flinging some helpless little 18 month old girl to the ground and standing over her screaming. (I might mention that he is doing this while wearing a shirt that says "Perfect Gentleman...I really know how to treat a lady") I rushed to his side and started scolding him - until I heard the little girl's mother standing over HIM and reprimanding him while I was talking to him. I don't think so, and told her to get lost. Obviously I was righteously indignant and although I did correct him, I let him loose again and sat down to criticize the woman for getting in my business. He is a 2 year old boy for goodness sake. A really sweet and good 2 year old boy...
Next think I know, there he is again kicking some other small boy in the stomach. Uh...time to get the heck out of dodge. Where is this boy's mother??
On the way out of the play area, Red starts in. Whining, crying, sassing, disobeying. I am threatening, gritting my teeth, hollering and nearing tears. I had to LITERALLY drag her to the car kicking...screaming...throwing herself on the ground in a fit I have never seen before.
When we got home, after a VERY long time out. Red looks in the craft drawer and asks if she can have a stamp. Sure...one...only one...on your hand and then put it back. Of course she interperets this as her opportunity to sneak off and smear the stamps all over her body and mouth. Her lips are now stained blue along with her teeth and tongue. She is also banished to her room for her own safety.
Why God why? Do I really deserve this?
I called Stephanie later to tell her I was sorry for speaking those compliments out loud and that we shall never speak of that again. Then I called my husband to tell him to get on the horn to the urologist right away and schedule his special procedure.
Was she listening? Was God listening? Was the Devil listening?
Someone was and I paid dearly for it.
No sooner were these words out of my mouth than there was little Stinky, flinging some helpless little 18 month old girl to the ground and standing over her screaming. (I might mention that he is doing this while wearing a shirt that says "Perfect Gentleman...I really know how to treat a lady") I rushed to his side and started scolding him - until I heard the little girl's mother standing over HIM and reprimanding him while I was talking to him. I don't think so, and told her to get lost. Obviously I was righteously indignant and although I did correct him, I let him loose again and sat down to criticize the woman for getting in my business. He is a 2 year old boy for goodness sake. A really sweet and good 2 year old boy...
Next think I know, there he is again kicking some other small boy in the stomach. Uh...time to get the heck out of dodge. Where is this boy's mother??
On the way out of the play area, Red starts in. Whining, crying, sassing, disobeying. I am threatening, gritting my teeth, hollering and nearing tears. I had to LITERALLY drag her to the car kicking...screaming...throwing herself on the ground in a fit I have never seen before.
When we got home, after a VERY long time out. Red looks in the craft drawer and asks if she can have a stamp. Sure...one...only one...on your hand and then put it back. Of course she interperets this as her opportunity to sneak off and smear the stamps all over her body and mouth. Her lips are now stained blue along with her teeth and tongue. She is also banished to her room for her own safety.
Why God why? Do I really deserve this?
I called Stephanie later to tell her I was sorry for speaking those compliments out loud and that we shall never speak of that again. Then I called my husband to tell him to get on the horn to the urologist right away and schedule his special procedure.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Just a bunch of stuff
I am sure there are thousands...millions...of other moms out there crying "When will this DAMN cold just go away?!?!" And I am one of them. My kids have been sick for WEEKS. As soon as that boogery gross snot nose clears up...it strikes again. I. Need. Sleep. Breydan's doctor called in a perscription for antibiotics so we can finally get rid of his crud. Looks like he has a sinus infection. Lucky us. Poor miserable baby has been sick for 6 weeks now. Ick ick ick.
I did not get dressed today. I plan to stay this way. I need a shower but I am too lazy. Welcome home, honey. Pardon the smell but I am tired.
I made my kids soup for lunch but decided for me? Another slice of Peanut Butter cake. That's pretty much all I have eaten today, except for that appetizer of bacon this morning. My ass is twice the size, but there is a smile on my face.
I did not get dressed today. I plan to stay this way. I need a shower but I am too lazy. Welcome home, honey. Pardon the smell but I am tired.
I made my kids soup for lunch but decided for me? Another slice of Peanut Butter cake. That's pretty much all I have eaten today, except for that appetizer of bacon this morning. My ass is twice the size, but there is a smile on my face.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Babies
Today is a special day. I had a big post planned, but like always I never got around to it. Today is my 1 year blogaverssary. I have really loved getting to know all you bloggy people and look forward to many more happy memories. Cheers! And now back to our regularly scheduled programming....
I am a fertile person. You all know that by now. All three of my children that I completely utterly adore...were surprise. We always planned on having 3 children. Maybe just not in the timing that they came. But I know they all arrived when the time was right and Dan and I could not be happier.
Dan has been on a waiting list for the Big V for a while now. The time is coming up and I think the finality of it all is starting to get to us. Dan actually said to me the other night that he occasionally has a doubt pop up now and then....before he beats it back down and comes back to reality. This set off alarms in my head.
So we started talking. Do we really want another child? Now? NO NO NO. Eventually? No..well...do we? Maybe? I don't think so? Well...?
So what is this? Natural type of doubt as we close this chapter of our parenting book?
I decided to look into our birth control options. They look bleak. Dan and I are "challenged" when it comes to consistency with birth control. I thought I could find some form that would be good for several years and I wouldn't have to think about it. But none of them seem to be right for us. So where does that leave us? Back at the Big V?
I think I would be happy to have another child if we could be guaranteed a good 4 years stretch without a pregnancy. But then I start to think, wow, I am almost in the home stretch of toddlerhood and I could actually have some free time here in the next few years. (Sad that we are actually talking in YEARS) We always wanted to be young parents too, and if I got pregnant in 4 years from now I would be almost 35 when I had the baby. (no offense to any readers who may be over 35...haha)
I guess I am, with not a small amount of sadness, prepared to say good bye to this chapter called Fertility. My children bring me a great and abundant amount of joy as I watch them grow and learn. As my mom says, their milestones have and will become my milestones. And I am sure they will fill the seemingly large gap where pregnancy, birth, newborns, breastfeeding and diapers will leave behind as we take the next step.
I will miss the excitement of seeing 2 pink lines.
The joy of telling my parents, family and friends.
The tingle of feeling a baby stirring in my belly.
Dan's face when the doctor tells us "It looks like a girl (boy)" at our ultrasound
The giddy excitement when I realize my water broke.
The awe of seeing my brand new baby laying across my breast.
The sighs and the coos of a newborn.
The bond that forms as I nurse my child.
The smell of a freshly washed baby.
The swell of love that comes when they first smile.
I will miss so much. For any one of you who have yet to experience any of this, I hope you take the time to love it as much as I did when the time comes for you.
My mom assures me that these years with my children, small and at home, are the most fulfilling of my life. I choose to embrace that and want to enjoy every second of it. Here we go....
I am a fertile person. You all know that by now. All three of my children that I completely utterly adore...were surprise. We always planned on having 3 children. Maybe just not in the timing that they came. But I know they all arrived when the time was right and Dan and I could not be happier.
Dan has been on a waiting list for the Big V for a while now. The time is coming up and I think the finality of it all is starting to get to us. Dan actually said to me the other night that he occasionally has a doubt pop up now and then....before he beats it back down and comes back to reality. This set off alarms in my head.
So we started talking. Do we really want another child? Now? NO NO NO. Eventually? No..well...do we? Maybe? I don't think so? Well...?
So what is this? Natural type of doubt as we close this chapter of our parenting book?
I decided to look into our birth control options. They look bleak. Dan and I are "challenged" when it comes to consistency with birth control. I thought I could find some form that would be good for several years and I wouldn't have to think about it. But none of them seem to be right for us. So where does that leave us? Back at the Big V?
I think I would be happy to have another child if we could be guaranteed a good 4 years stretch without a pregnancy. But then I start to think, wow, I am almost in the home stretch of toddlerhood and I could actually have some free time here in the next few years. (Sad that we are actually talking in YEARS) We always wanted to be young parents too, and if I got pregnant in 4 years from now I would be almost 35 when I had the baby. (no offense to any readers who may be over 35...haha)
I guess I am, with not a small amount of sadness, prepared to say good bye to this chapter called Fertility. My children bring me a great and abundant amount of joy as I watch them grow and learn. As my mom says, their milestones have and will become my milestones. And I am sure they will fill the seemingly large gap where pregnancy, birth, newborns, breastfeeding and diapers will leave behind as we take the next step.
I will miss the excitement of seeing 2 pink lines.
The joy of telling my parents, family and friends.
The tingle of feeling a baby stirring in my belly.
Dan's face when the doctor tells us "It looks like a girl (boy)" at our ultrasound
The giddy excitement when I realize my water broke.
The awe of seeing my brand new baby laying across my breast.
The sighs and the coos of a newborn.
The bond that forms as I nurse my child.
The smell of a freshly washed baby.
The swell of love that comes when they first smile.
I will miss so much. For any one of you who have yet to experience any of this, I hope you take the time to love it as much as I did when the time comes for you.
My mom assures me that these years with my children, small and at home, are the most fulfilling of my life. I choose to embrace that and want to enjoy every second of it. Here we go....
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
2 and 4
Just some weird stuff my kids have said to me lately.
(As I am tucking Stinky into bed the other night)
Gingersmom: Good night, Stinky. I love you.
Stinky: Poppa likes chicken.
GM: Poppa likes chicken?
Stinky: Poppa likes chicken and yells at me.
GM: Ok, good night honey.
Stinky: Poppa likes chicken.
GM: I love you.
Stinky: Poppa likes chicken.
As I walk past his room later, he is still mumbling to himself
Stinky: Poppa likes chicken....
(During dinner last night I found Red coloring on my calendar...twice!)
GM: Red, if I catch you writing on my things one more time you are in BIG TROUBLE
Red: I'm in trouble? Are you going to take me to the police?
(Another day during yest ANOTHER baby inquisition)
Red: Do you remember when I was a little baby?
GM: Of course I do.
Red: And I was in your tummy?
GM: Yep.
Pondering for a minute....
Red: Is that because I fell down from your heart?
Monday, January 08, 2007
Another new year
Like all of us, I make resolutions and never keep them. Not even usually for a day. I'm that bad. My resolutions this year? Simple. Drink. More. Water. Sounds easy enough. But me? Nah, I go the OTHER way. Hardly drinking ANY water all week. Why do I do that? I'm gonna work on it though....no...really, I will.
My other resolution was to read 26 books this year. I go on book binges. I will read and read and read and then not pick up a book for 6 months. I am currently in the middle of one of my reading orgies. My mom gave me 3 books for Christmas:
The first is One More Day by Mitch Albom. I have never read one of his books before and really enjoyed it. I like the rhythm of his writing. It was a quick read and kept my attention...which can be hard to do.
I am a Nicholas Sparks freak of a fan. I have read everything he has written (except for the book he wrote with his brother Three Weeks with My Brother, which for some reason does not interest me in the slightest)
I loved this one. It stuck with me, weighed heavy on me for days. My heart ACHED as I read it. Yes, I love sad books. Happy movies. Sad books. Don't know why. Read this. Cry your eyes out.
The third book my mom gave me was the sequel to his last book, True Believer which I did not really enjoy. It was called At First Sight. This was an improvement from True Believer but left me just feeling low.
After I plowed through those books in just days and knowing I couldn't afford to go out and buy all the books I wanted, I did something I haven't done since I was in school. I went to the public library and borrowed books. Funny how this has never occured to me before. I got 6 books to read to satisfy my insatiable reading hunger. So far I have devoured Shopgirl by Steve Martin, which entertained and intregued me but I found a little distasteful in some ways. But I liked it because it gave me a glimpse into a life so different from my own. I just finished Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet in Heaven. This was was very good too. Not as quick paced and captivating as the other one, but I liked it enough to borrow Tuesdays with Morrie which I will be reading soon.
I am on the hunt to find new authors. I don't like to read anything scary or usually mysterious, nothing too heavy. I love chic-lit as Carly dubs it, but am interested in other stuff too. What are your favorite authors? What are your favorite novels and must reads??
My other resolution was to read 26 books this year. I go on book binges. I will read and read and read and then not pick up a book for 6 months. I am currently in the middle of one of my reading orgies. My mom gave me 3 books for Christmas:
The first is One More Day by Mitch Albom. I have never read one of his books before and really enjoyed it. I like the rhythm of his writing. It was a quick read and kept my attention...which can be hard to do.
I am a Nicholas Sparks freak of a fan. I have read everything he has written (except for the book he wrote with his brother Three Weeks with My Brother, which for some reason does not interest me in the slightest)
I loved this one. It stuck with me, weighed heavy on me for days. My heart ACHED as I read it. Yes, I love sad books. Happy movies. Sad books. Don't know why. Read this. Cry your eyes out.
The third book my mom gave me was the sequel to his last book, True Believer which I did not really enjoy. It was called At First Sight. This was an improvement from True Believer but left me just feeling low.
After I plowed through those books in just days and knowing I couldn't afford to go out and buy all the books I wanted, I did something I haven't done since I was in school. I went to the public library and borrowed books. Funny how this has never occured to me before. I got 6 books to read to satisfy my insatiable reading hunger. So far I have devoured Shopgirl by Steve Martin, which entertained and intregued me but I found a little distasteful in some ways. But I liked it because it gave me a glimpse into a life so different from my own. I just finished Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet in Heaven. This was was very good too. Not as quick paced and captivating as the other one, but I liked it enough to borrow Tuesdays with Morrie which I will be reading soon.
I am on the hunt to find new authors. I don't like to read anything scary or usually mysterious, nothing too heavy. I love chic-lit as Carly dubs it, but am interested in other stuff too. What are your favorite authors? What are your favorite novels and must reads??
Friday, January 05, 2007
Foreboding?
Red is obsessed with pregnancy. She wants to become a little baby again and climb in my tummy. Uh...not gonna happen. It's a one time stay. As it was she overstayed her welcome in there by about 2 weeks. Since then there have been 2 other renters and now the business is CLOSED. FOR. GOOD.
So she has started asking me when I am going to have another baby come out of my tummy. Uh...never. She has taken to telling people that there is a baby in my tummy and draws pictures of me with a little baby inside. It's creepy and it is freaking me out. This better not be some sort of prophecy. Dan would have to be committed. And I would be in the padded cell next door. The Big "V" day can't come soon enough.
I can't help but think that she looks sinister and plotting in that picture....
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