Thursday, September 22, 2011

Tree of life or something.

Friday and I pass this beast of a tree sometimes on our walks. I like it 'cause it's all carved up with names and... names. And while maybe I shouldn't like that because it's a part of nature (and all that crap), I can't help it. I like it. It gives the tree history. You know, more history.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Whatever makes 'em not cry.

Kids make me nervous. I admit it. I don't know what to do with 'em, how to talk to 'em. I'm sure it's much simpler than I realize, but I can't help it. They get upset and cry for NOTHING and there's just no reasoning with them and I hate that. Quite frankly, it's not fair. USE YOUR WORDS. However, the expression they get when you dab dab dab a little chapstick on their tiny too-wet lips is priceless. And it's my In. We're totally BFFs after I let them get their sweet little hands on my stash.

Monday, September 19, 2011


This was in Utah. My kid sister was taking pictures of me and then Amalie (the dog, not the girl) came and plopped down at my feet. Well, I couldn't resist loving up on her for a minute... and while I was, Megan (the girl, not the dog) came and loved up on both of us. And this giant love fest was captured for eternity.

Monday, September 12, 2011

The debate continues.

Earlier this evening I read this post by one of my favorite people ever about his first time downloading an ebook and it totally got the wheels turning.

I remember the exact day I bought and downloaded my very first ebook. It was Saturday, November 28, 2009. The book was Glitter Baby by Susan Elizabeth Phillips. I had read Kiss an Angel back in October while stuck in bed with the flu and it became one of my favorite books of all time. After that, I read everything by SEP that I could get my hands on.

On that day in November, we were in Utah, having just spent Thanksgiving with my sister and her family. We were preparing to leave and I was in desperate need of a book for the long drive home. Glitter Baby was the book I wanted and no other book would do. I made a quick trip to Walmart. They didn't have it. I was about to go in search of a book store, but was quickly running out of time. That's when I decided to try downloading it.

Had you asked me even a day prior, I would have told you with a resounding no, ebooks are not for me. I like books. Real books. With pages. That I can hold and smell and look at. I shuddered in disgust at the thought of electronic books.

The very first thing that caused my tumble into love with ebooks? The fact that I was able to keep reading the entire 8-hour drive home from Utah. In the dark. And later, the fact that I didn't have to keep a light on while reading in bed.

Real books aren't backlit.

Then it was the fact that I could lay in any position and still read comfortably. Turning the page required nothing more than the gentle tap of my thumb.

(Um, have you tried reading a hardback book while curled up on your side? DOESN'T WORK.)

And I only had to use one hand to hold my iPod. (These days, my phone.) And my fingers didn't ache from holding said device.

It was the fact that I no longer had piles of books stacking up around the apartment. And therefore I didn't have to listen to a husband who threatened to donate them. (Get rid of my books?! Why don't you just stab me in the heart while you're at it!)

And I could read while walking the dog.

And while I was supposed to be working. ('Cause, apparently, being on my phone is fine, but reading a book is frowned upon.)

And then, the kicker, knowing I had all of my books with me wherever I went. (To date, I have 200+ books right in the palm of my hand.)

And, most recently, discovering amazing authors and stories that I wouldn't have found in a bookstore. Since I gave myself over to the ebook way of life, there hasn't been a single book I haven't been able to find and download. However, many of the books I've read and loved in the last (nearly) two years wouldn't have been available at my local Barnes & Noble.

And, well, let's face it. It's a lot easier to carry around my phone than it is a book with one of those covers.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

At 29, I still can't.


Play an instrument

Speak another language

Kill an insect

Apply my own makeup

Drive a stick shift

Parallel park (unless I've got at least three car lengths)

Apply deodorant without getting it all over my clothes

Finish anything I start

Polish the nails on my right hand

Respond to email in a timely manner

Flip eggs without a spatula (even then I still break most yolks)

Fasten my bra behind my back

Sing worth a damn

Win an argument with my mother

Stand the taste of black licorice

The end.

Happy birthday to me.