Jan. 19: Another meme

  1. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
    How do you believe or not believe in seeing a rainbow? You either see it or you don’t. Am I missing something mystical here?

  2. Do you believe in eternity love?
    As in, loving someone for eternity? Sure.

  3. What feeling do you love most?
    Contentment. (What does it mean that as I was typing “contentment” it came out “contempt”? Hm.)

  4. What feeling do you hate the most?
    Betrayal.

  5. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?
    Most certainly.

  6. Who cares for you most?
    Probably that guy that touches my goodies.

  7. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
    My family. Then coffee.

  8. What emotion do you like to show?
    Glee!

  9. If you have something troubling you, what do you do?
    Hold it inside until I get an ulcer.

  10. Who do you admire most?
    People who don’t hold things inside until they get ulcers.

  11. Who did you last chat with in a chat room?
    Chat room = Facebook chat? I think it was Sherilee on Friday night when she couldn’t figure out how to type an emoticon.

  12. What color did you use to dye your hair?
    The one with the prettiest girl on the box.

  13. Why are you doing this meme?
    Because it’s a habit; I steal memes from Chris on Mondays.

  14. What do you do when you’re moody?
    Get impatient and growly.

  15. At which age do you wish to or did you, get married?
    I always thought I’d be married in my early 20s but I got married at 28. Considering the choice I would have made in my early 20s would have been a bad one, I’m glad I waited.

  16. If today is the last day of your life, what will you do?
    Blog, probably.

  17. Who is the person you trust the most?
    My momma.

  18. Last time you smiled?
    Recalling my chat with Sherilee in which she couldn’t figure out how to type an emoticon.

  19. What are you listening to right now?
    The dogs chow down their breakfast.

  20. Who was the last person you saw in your dream?
    Can’t remember.

  21. Are you talking to someone while doing this?
    No.

  22. Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?
    I don’t have the best of luck walking as it is; walking with my eyes closed would mean certain death or disfigurement.

  23. Is there a quote you live by?
    The one I try to live by: “Let it go.”

  24. Who always makes you laugh?
    Victor, without fail.

  25. What was the worst idea you’ve had this week?
    It’s only Monday, but it shouldn’t be long.

  26. Do you speak another language other than English?
    Fluently? Not even close.

Your turn.

Jan. 18: Book reviews

I read four books this week and heartily recommend three of them.

I stepped outside of my preferred genre to read two young adult novels: I Heart You, You Haunt Me and Far From You, both by Lisa Schroeder. I met Lisa about 12 years ago when she was a Pampered Chef consultant and I was a frequent hostess/customer. We’ve stayed in touch over the years since she quit Pampered Chef and picked up writing, and I subscribe to her blog, which I enjoy immensely.

I Heart You, You Haunt Me is the story of a teenaged girl whose boyfriend’s ghost hangs around for a while after he dies. I’m not a fan of the supernatural so I didn’t expect the story to grab me, but Lisa’s writing style is so unique (opening the book, it looks like a bunch of poems; it is actually a story written in verse), and she develops her characters well. I was sucked in quickly. It was a quick read, but thick with emotion.

Far From You, Lisa’s second young adult novel, is also written in verse. This story has more adventure, which I enjoyed. I could relate to Alice, the main character, because her dad has remarried and she feels ignored and unimportant. She ends up trapped in the snow with her stepmother and half-sister for days, and through hallucinations brought on by fear, hunger, and desperation, her mother appears as an angel to remind her of what’s important in life. Again, the characters are realistic and Lisa manages to capture the mood of the situations well.

Yesterday afternoon I got to meet up with The Lovely Lori and her daughter Taylor to attend Lisa’s book signing at Powells. She talked a bit about her writing process and some of the responses she’s heard from readers, and she read a little bit from Far From You. One of the things I like best about attending readings/signings is to hear the author read their own work, to hear it read in exactly the way they had in mind when they wrote it. I read both of Lisa’s books as books, not as poems; she read them more like poetry. It was interesting, and made me appreciate the stories for their poetic style more than I had before.

Although I didn’t read it this week, I can’t leave out a quick mention of Lisa’s first published book, for baby-preschool age. It’s called Baby Can’t Sleep and is beautifully illustrated. Very sweet little story.

The third book I read this week was Life of Pi, by Yann Martel. I tried to describe it to Lori and Taylor yesterday and did a pretty bad job, so let’s see if I can do any better in writing. It reminded me of Water for Elephants in that it was a very different story from what usually interests me, and also that it completely captivated me. There were a couple parts that dragged, but most of the book was hard to put down. And now that I’m done with it I see that the parts that dragged were fairly significant and I simply didn’t “get it” at the time. The story is of a man remembering key experiences from his childhood, primarily one in which he is the sole human survivor of the sinking of a cargo ship. He ends up on a lifeboat with a hyena, orangutan, zebra, and Bengal tiger. He survives 227 days with the tiger as his shipmate, using surprisingly effective methods of training to keep the tiger from attacking him. It was somewhat similar to the Cast Away story, especially in the ways Pi learned how and what to eat to keep himself and the tiger alive. There were scary, suspenseful moments in storms and encounters with other animal life. The story itself was shocking and unbelievable, and that’s exactly what his rescuers said; they accused him of making up the whole thing. Comparisons to faith and religion are made that tie in with Pi’s childhood discovery and commitment to three different religions. Readers that are more familiar with world religions will probably see the correlations earlier than I did. I thought this book was excellent; it was well-written and the story was unique. I loved it.

The book I do not recommend? The Mermaid Chair, by Sue Monk Kidd. Although I thought the writing was interesting and the overall story was somewhat appealing, I had a hard time relating to Jessie, the main character. She felt unsettled at home and took an opportunity to leave her husband when her mother needed help. Not being able to put your finger on exactly what makes you feel unsettled is something with which I can certainly identify; leaving your husband because of it—in this case, anyway—seemed like a pointless solution and for me, that quickly turned Jessie into an unsympathetic character. An interesting aside: I was telling my mom—who loved the book—about my disappointment in Jessie’s choices and she said that for her, that part of the story was secondary to the relationship between Jessie and her mom. It’s all in what we as individual readers connect to, isn’t it?

Next up: Atonement or The Cider House Rules. I haven’t yet decided.

This is a good time for me to mention again the fabulous book trading site Bookins, which is where I get most of my books nowadays.

Jan. 16: Meh, what milestone?

Ah, the other shoe dropped. Er, um, the other tooth fell out. That snaggle-tooth look is not the most attractive, which is funny because I LOVE the missing-both-front-teeth look. During a pizza dinner this evening, Jack lost his other front tooth. These are the photos I just took of him, none of which really even look like him and one in which he’s trying not to yawn, to show off the gap in his mouth.









He was really excited and proud but within minutes was glued to Phineas & Ferb again. Now it’s all MOOO-OOOOM! WHY DO YOU PUT EVERYTHING ON YOUR BLOG?

Jan. 16: Manhattan Beach memories

Once upon a time, back in 1997, we went to Manhattan Beach for a weekend with Jim and April. While we were at a Dodgers game the first day, Princess Diana was killed. Every newspaper we saw and every TV that was on that weekend was covering the tragedy, and it was hard to avoid. Two years later we were in southern California again, all four of us, when JFK Jr. was killed. It was then that we decided maybe our southern California vacations were not very good luck for huge celebrities. We’ve vacationed together since then, but not in L.A. (You’re welcome, still-living huge celebrities.)

We were staying at a hotel in Manhattan Beach, so it seemed like the actual beach shouldn’t be too far, right? And wouldn’t that be a pleasant stroll? Wrong and no. Apparently even though the address of the hotel was Manhattan Beach, it was actually located in San Bernardino. It was a long, long time before we actually reached the sand. Even suckier? We had to walk back again and it was mostly uphill. Victor and Jim still remind me and April about this poor decision, as though THEY have never mis-read a map.

April’s an expert at researching restaurants before our vacations, and she had a Wolfgang Puck CafĂ© on our list for this one. It was on this trip that my love affair with most things Wolfgang began. That love affair has felt strained, though, ever since I watched his cooking show and he licked his fingers the whole time he was preparing food for his guests. Oscar partygoers, beware.

This trip was also at a time when I was a new Jetta owner and the commercial below was very popular. I decided that weekend that I needed to get the Trio CD so I could listen to the song anytime, and that meant I dragged Vic, Jim and April with me to 1,524 different stores to find it. I did not find it and Jim has still not forgiven me. However—and I’m sure he’ll correct me if I’m wrong or even if I’m right and he won’t admit it—Jim started my obsession because we frequently drove on Sepulveda Blvd. that weekend and none of us knew the correct way to pronounce “Sepulveda” and no matter how we said it, Jim always echoed with “Sepulveda-da-da.” So it’s totally his fault, right?



Wherever these guys are driving, some of the streets kinda remind me of Manhattan Beach. Also, I miss the VW commercials with the infectious tunes and silliness.

Jan. 15: Another Simon movie

Remember Simon’s cat? I’ve posted the movies on the blog before but here are the direct YouTube links:

First movie

Second movie

Third movie

And there’s a new one, starring Simon’s sister’s dog. This one’s kind of a public service announcement but it still manages to be cute.


Jan. 15: 7 things

Ok, everyone’s doing the 25 THINGS meme. There’s also a 7 THINGS meme going around and I keep getting tagged on both. I wasn’t going to do either because I blog about everything (and nothing) and I don’t think I need an excuse to share even more. But I don’t have anything else to write about today, so here goes. The instructions for the meme are to write random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. I chose to do the 7 THINGS meme because seven is less than 25 and I’m lazy as hell (#8, I guess).

  1. I could live in jammies and grab any opportunity to take a nap. I used to write them on my schedule in high school and college.
  2. I was raised Seventh-day Adventist but no longer have any interest in organized religion of any kind. I can easily list several specific events that helped me make this decision and if you’re SDA, they would all make you cringe (another post for another time). The only SDAs I still have regular contact with are those I respect as kind and loving people (you know who you are).
  3. My dad died unexpectedly in 2005. It took a year of grief counseling until I began to feel like myself again—but it was a new me, a me without her father. I don’t know for sure that anyone ever really recovers from losing a parent so much as they just adjust. I truly believe something inside me broke the day my dad died, and it makes me feel for those who grieve in a way I never did before.
  4. My greatest weakness: macaroni and cheese. My greatest strength: not answering “macaroni and cheese” when asked about my weaknesses in a job interview.
  5. I consider myself an open-minded person, but the truth is that I have no respect for inconsiderate a-holes and ignorance in general. My feeling is that when you make a conscious decision to ignore how your behavior affects others, you should lose the right to be heard. This applies to things as simple as parking like a jackass in a crowded parking lot and goes all the way to the big stuff like committing heinous crimes. Somewhere in there is denying the right to marry for two people who love each other.
  6. I have a hair that grows out of my neck. It’s black and very coarse and has outsmarted all methods of permanent removal. During the winter, when I wear more clothes and apparently pay less attention to neck grooming, the hair has grown long enough for me to wrap it around my index finger and yank it out. And that’s exactly what I do when I notice it, right after screaming at my husband for not noticing, and isn’t that why I got married in the first place, so someone would be there to tell me when I obviously haven’t noticed myself that there is a giant friggin’ hair growing out of my neck???
  7. While we’re on the topic of hair, I hate shaving my legs. I do it only when I absolutely have to, like before doctors’ appointments and on Vic’s birthday.

Consider yourself tagged.

Jan. 14: Out

I’m so tired of lying around all day every day. This morning when I woke up I thought, “I’m going to work today. I can’t stand this anymore.” Then I stood up and realized that I still hurt, and I hurt a lot. It had been more than six hours since my last pain pill so it made sense. I took a Vicodin—I’m slowly weaning myself off them; now I’m down to one every 5-8 hours—and went downstairs for coffee.

By the time I got to the bottom of the stairs I knew I was sooo not going to work today.

I ate a bowl of Cheerios, drank coffee, cleared my Google reader and answered some e-mails. I watched the last half of an old Law & Order (I swear, that show is on all day on some channel or another but I’m not complaining because I love it). I started to clean up my messy desk and decided I’d rather do something, anything, else.

The dogs get frustrated with me when I move around too much—“too much” meaning “more than twice a day.” I went back upstairs. The dogs sleepily followed me and were nervous the whole time I was in the shower, as they think showers happen just before they get left alone for hours. I put clean jammies on, played some Spider Solitaire, lay down, and read until I fell asleep.

When I woke up it was sunny and bright and I thought again about venturing out. I got dressed. Yes, in REAL CLOTHES! I couldn’t believe it either! Living in jammies for a week is awfully nice but it takes away all motivation to even open the front door.

I thought maybe a quick trek to the mailbox wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I bundled up and walked down the street. Twister, Dawn & Darby’s silly kitty with half a tail, was sitting under the mailboxes, and immediately began to scold me. I don’t know what I did wrong. Maybe Millie told her how lazy I’ve been all week. She rubbed just enough hair on me to piss off my dogs and ran off.

When I stepped back into the house the dogs looked relieved that I was FINALLY home, and they ran upstairs in front of me to cozy up on the bed again. And that’s where we are now.

I put on clothes, I got fresh air, I got exercise, and I got the mail. It was good to get out but it exhausted me. I’m done for the day, I tell ya.

Tomorrow I might try driving all the way to Trader Joes. Stay tuned.

Jan. 12: Monday meme

There’s just one question in today’s meme, but it has three answers:

Name three celebrities you’d like to punch in the face, and why.

  1. Kathie Lee Gifford. You drove us crazy when you overstayed your welcome with Regis, and now you’re driving us crazy on The Today Show. You’re a name-dropper and think you’re an expert on all things showbiz. You are not. You think you are funny and talented. You are not. You think you’re just like every other woman in America. You most definitely aren’t. Now get off my TV.
  2. Tom Cruise. Nobody finds you as entertaining as you believe yourself to be. “Pretending to be irate” is not “acting.” You’re not smarter than Matt Lauer. You’re probably not smarter than very many people, so stick to talking about what you know: tricking the world into thinking your movies are worth seeing.
  3. Ann Coulter. Every time I hear her start in again I am surer of it: If we ignore her, she will go away. She is a truly hateful person.

Your turn.

Jan. 11: Definitely maybe better

I fell asleep around 10:30 last night and was surprised that I didn’t wake up again until 2 a.m. On previous nights I woke up pretty much every time I rolled over or moved or breathed. When I got up at 2 I took some pain pills and fell right back asleep—another nice surprise. The next time I opened my eyes it was after 8 a.m. A good night’s rest, for really and for true! Of course, going six hours without pain pills did a number on me and it took a few hours before I could stop growling.

I also think we need a new mattress. We have a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad bed. I’ve known it for a long time, but it’s much more noticeable when I’m aware of every single muscle in my body. Why didn’t I think of this last week, when I could have actually gone out and mattress-shopped?

Nothing else to report for now. Just busy gettin’ well.

Jan. 11: Dance like everyone’s watching

Y’know I have a bit of a thing for that yummy little Zac Efron. Yes, I’m old enough to be his mother—Victor reminds me often—but he’s such a cutie. I can’t help it. The heart eye wants what it wants.

Taylor, totally awesome daughter of The Lovely Lori, made a video of me dancing with Troy Bolton in High School Musical 3. I tried to post it here but it kept giving me error messages. Is it possible they have a cougar-detector built in to their video sharing service?

Taylor is also keenly aware of my sister’s love for Donny Osmond. Maybe because Kathy and Donny are BOTH old, there was no trouble posting that video.

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