“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


Summer Reading Challenge 2006

Sunday, May 28, 2006

I was hanging out over at Randi's blog this morning, and she was blogging about the Summer Reading Challenge she just joined. I couldn't resist joining in myself, especially since I've been reading like crazy lately. (All our DVDs are packed away. The VCR and DVD player are packed too. If we watch a movie at all it's on the PlayStation which is really buggy for movies. Plus, we're spending an hour every night at my parents' house sitting on the basement floor with our cats. You'd be reading a lot too. Not that I need to justify it. I'm just sayin'.) If you're interested in challenging yourself to read more this summer, be sure to go see Amanda, who issued the challenge.

Personally, I'm challenging myself to read 12 books after the one I'm reading now. I'll be posting as I begin and end each book, and if I run into something particularly postable while I'm reading, well, maybe I'll post that too.

My current read
Surprised By Joy by C. S. Lewis

Very interesting book about his journey from Christianity to Atheism and back to Christianity again. This is the first book I've read by C. S. Lewis that wasn't written for children, so it's been interesting finding out more about him. I take that back. I started Mere Christianity once, but it belonged to someone else and I had to return it before I finished. Maybe that will go on my summer reading list too. Hmmm.


Graduating From What?

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

WORKER ALERT! The ba-da-da link plays music, so beware if you are reading at work!

I woke up this morning with the Graduation March running through my head. You know the one that goes baaah ba-da-da baaah baaah baaah ba-da-da baaah.

Okay, so it's not proper music notation. Try clicking on the link and you'll hear it. I guess its proper name is Pomp and Circumstance...whatever.

Anyway, I'm not sure why that song was running through my head. I wasn't dreaming about graduation or graduating. In fact, I was dreaming that I had been forcibly hired by the company I'm temping for because my house wasn't selling fast enough and they wanted a regular employee. Then they loaded me up with HR paperwork and sent me on an impossible labyrinth of elevators and waiting rooms, making me late for my first day of work as a "real" employee.

I suppose in a way that's graduation – from temp to employee - but I don't remember Pomp and Circumstance playing on the muzac or anything. Maybe I'm graduating in my mind from hopeful optimism that we will eventually sell this house and move to our dream home in the country to resolved realism that we might be stuck here for a long while.

Sorry, been feelin' a little gloomy about that. Silly me. At least I've got a decent place to live, right?

Well, now I'm going to go play something other than P&C in hopes of getting that song out of my head! A little rock might do well. I'm thinkin' Skillet. Yeah.


One Chance in 216,580

Saturday, May 13, 2006

This morning, my Geek asked if I'd like to go out for breakfast. This is a common practice with us on Saturday mornings. We go to Perkins or Panera or a local coffee shop, have a leisurely breakfast and play a game or two of cribbage. This morning I told him no, I'd rather stay home. I had stuff to do, it was cloudy and rainy, and I had a good book to read. I just didn't feel like going out. A little later though, I relented when I realized there really wasn't much in the house for the Geek's breakfast. (He's not a big fan of Special K. Go figure.)

We packed up our cribbage set and some books I wanted to return to the nearby library and headed out to Panera. After we sat down with our pastries and drinks (Panera makes the best Chai ever!), we played one game, which I won by just a smidge. That was nice, but I wanted more since he had just skunked me recently. (For those non-cribbage players out there, that means basically that he left me in his dust.)

Towards the end of the second game, I was winning again, by quite a bit this time, though he had already passed the skunk point. He joked that he would have to get the elusive 29 point hand to win the game since I was just a few points from the end. Then his eyes glazed over. I asked why he was "spacing". He chuckled and answered that he was imagining what he would do if he actually did get a 29 hand. "I'd probably stand up and say, 'Ladies and gentlemen,' and announce it to the room." I smiled and dealt the next hand.

I looked at my cards. Jack of spades, 10, 7, 5, 5, 5. "Hmmm," I thought. "This is a pretty good hand." I then proceeded to debate in my mind whether I should lay down the 10 or the Jack since I knew I was keeping the 5s and dropping the 7 into my crib. (My apologies to those of you who don't know cribbage. Suffice it to say it should have been an obvious decision.) At the moment, I didn't even realize what I was holding...the potential to get that elusive 29 point hand.

Fortunately, I decided to keep the Jack, 5, 5, 5 and flipped the card on the deck that the Geek had cut. It was a 5....of spades.

That's when it hit me.

No, it couldn't be...could it? I started figuring furiously. I knew it was... but was it really? No, it's not possible. The Geek looked at me and said something – I can't remember what. I just grinned, not knowing what to do. Do I show it? Do I play the hand? He said my lip was trembling. Do I continue? Do I tell him? Aaaah! I didn't know what to do!

When I finally realized that a) there was really no point in playing out the hand, and b) my face had given away the fact that something big had happened, I layed out the hand on the table.

There it was. Like a fable given form. The legendary 29 point hand.

He laughed, and said something. I'm not sure what. Then he set down his cards on the table and stood up with a huge grin on his face. With his arms out wide, he shouted in his big booming voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, do we have any cribbage players in the room?" A couple people looked at him like he was crazy. The rest just ignored him. Then he announced to the entire room that I had just gotten a 29 point hand...the highest you can get in cribbage. "You'll be lucky to ever see this in your lifetime," he announced and then sat down.

A few older people came over to see the hand and tell us their own stories of 29 point hands, or close calls with them. One guy even shook my hand in congratulations. I'm sure my face was glowing red, but the Geek is still alive, which proves the power of my will, not to mention the depths of my love for him.

We very carefully packed up the cards hand by hand, and left the pegs in the board. The Geek has always said that if he ever got a 29 hand he would frame the hand and burn the deck, but since I won it instead, we're going to frame the whole thing. He's going to make a shadow box with the board and all the cards layed out just like they were in the game.

I got a 29 point hand. Hee hee.

I'm such a geek.


My 15 Seconds Of Fame

Can you believe it? Two posts in one day! Aaaaaah!

I'm such a silly girl. You won't believe this.

On weekday mornings, I listen to a local talk radio station on my drive to work. Their morning show is hosted by Ian and Margery, a husband and wife team who are smart, witty, and funny. I love it.

Margery is a total grammar freak. I love this about her. I do not have impeccable grammar myself, but I try and it drives me crazy when people use blatantly incorrect grammar. Don't worry. If I read your blog and you don't use perfect grammar, I won't stop reading. If I love your blog, I love your blog, imperfections and all. I'll just get distracted for a while until I resolve in my head what it is you should have said. Sorry. I'm just a big sill.

Anyway, back to my story. So, yesterday morning, I was reading my morning comics and I came to 9 Chickweed Lane. (Yes, I read comics online every morning. Another reason I'm a silly geek.) I love this comic. It's smart and silly and has an old guy who's either insane or an alien from another planet. I'm really not quite sure.

The 9CL comic that day was grammar related and I laughed out loud – loud enough to make the Geek ask me what was so funny. If you're into grammar at all, you've got to click the link above and read it. It's hilarious!

After my stomach settled down a bit from all the laughing, I thought of Margery. I thought she would love it, so I went to the FM 107 website and looked up their email page and sent a short note with a link to the comic. I sent it just before I got in the car, so that if they read it, I'd be in the car and could hear it on the radio. I know. I'm such a dork!

Sure enough, while I was in the car on the way to work, Ian read the comic to Margery and told her I sent it and that I thought she would like it. She loved it! She even thanked me. Not that she has any clue who I am, but it was fun anyway.

So there it is – all the fame I could ever want. My name was mentioned on the radio and that is more than enough fame for me.


The Great "GRY" Riddle

Have you ever heard the riddle that goes something like this?

There are three words in the English language that end in GRY. Two are HUNGRY and ANGRY. The third one everyone uses every day and knows what it stands for. If you listened carefully, I already told you what the word is.

Doesn't really make much sense, does it? It's not even really a riddle.

Actually, I'd never even heard it until a couple days ago. My mom asked me, and the Geek and I racked our brains trying to figure it out, but could not come up with another word that ends in "gry". Well, duh. That's because there isn't one!

Later that evening, she found this, which explains why the commonly told riddle is wrong and what it originally was. The original riddle is a true riddle and is actually kind of funny. Anyway, for any of you who are a bit geeky like me, this is worth checking out.


Because Holy Mama Asked....

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

The shoes I bought recently...

The not-so-exciting, but easy and comfortable everyday sneaker.
Actually mine are slightly cuter because the in-sole has a pink floral print.

The simple go-with-just-about-anything sandal.

The only heels I currently own and one of the few that will fit on my very wide feet.

The how-cute-am-I-with-a-giant-flower-on-my-foot sandal.
Otherwise known as my motivation for painting my toenails.


A Few Of The Things I've Been Up To In This Past Week Or Two

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

  • Went shopping with Blond Girl for an Easter dress (which I haven't done in years!); bought a pretty dress, skirt, cami, top, and two pairs of shoes...among other things.
  • Received bad feedback from a realtor who previewed our house (no details – let's just say she really did not like it); panicked and went into freak-out mode until the Geek couldn't take it any longer and told me I needed to mellow out; still in the process of mellowing out.
  • Ran a marketing strategy by our realtor which turned out to be a very bad idea.
  • Went shopping with Blond Girl again; bought two more pairs of shoes; am pretty sure I now have more shoes than I have owned in my entire lifetime.
  • Went to a CD release concert for a good friend; great show and great music.
  • Fought bout of jealousy over father-in-law's abundance of time in which he has prepared his land and planted his garden; apparently lost fight as I am still jealous.
  • Got a call with a job possibility which may or may not pan out; commence more involuntary stressing and more subsequent attempts to mellow out.
  • Made an apple pie with some very tart, very juicy apples – yum.
  • Finished reading my second chick-lit novel; this time by Patti Hill; good book; ordered next book in series from the library.
  • Currently continuing attempts at mellowing out.