Friday, August 28, 2009

Last Weekend: Des Moines edition

A week ago, I was in the Cactus Pearl Corolla, headed north.

I drove the unbelievably charming drive up through Grinnell and over to Des Moines (Iowa farms are the most beautiful you will see, for reals), to visit Lindsay, who was in town with her husband and twin baby girls. Holy COW, we had fun. She summed it up on FB perfectly: Lindsay F. loved reconnecting with Genny today. It's been ten years, but in a lot of ways it feels like we were only out of touch for ten minutes. From the second her sweeter-than-sweet Dad said "Hi, kiddo!" in their driveway as I pulled up (just as he always did when I'd visit their house in high school) to the moment we all hugged goodbye in the parking lot outside the cafe where we had Sunday brunch/lunch, the trip was absolutely fabulous. It wasn't a huge effort on my part to be there, and since Linds lives in Florida, this would be one of the few chances when the babies are this tiny (OMG you should see their toes EEEEEE!) for me to spend some good quality time with everyone.

I stopped by on Friday night, to catch up with Lindsay, meet her husband, and gab with her parents for a bit--a really great chance to start mellow, without the excitement of new babies (they were in bed by then), and to see if we still had that *spark*...which sounds odd when you're talking about friends, but I can't think of a better word. She and I hadn't seen each other since our senior year in college (1999, eek!), and had drifted apart over the years (pretty danged easy to do when you're a half-country apart). We were joined at the hip in high school, and since she went to college an hour away from where I did, it was convenient to see her often during that phase of our lives. After she moved to Florida, though, it grew harder to keep in touch, until gradually, it faded completely. But we reconnected via Facebook, and corresponding since then had been so natural and just-like-old-times that I didn't really have many doubts that it would be the same in person. Still, it WAS great to know that nothing had grown weird or awkward, and even that, as we get older, our friendship can be even more meaningful and (sorry to be corny, but--) precious.

Saturday morning I showed up early to meet the breathtakingly precious Fontana girls, Olivia and Sophia, each SO different, SO charming, and SO hilarious...the second Livi saw me walk through the door she was *laughing*. At four months old! This girl is WAY happy and energetic and looks like a beautiful little papoose (and, in fact, almost exactly like Lindsay did at that age, as we saw in scrapbooks over the weekend). Sophia, on the other hand, looks like a pretty porcelain doll, and is quieter, mellower, and more introspective than Livi. She noted my presence at first, but wasn't giving in so easily--I needed to work to get her to love me. But once I tried my parents' never-fail 'cheer move' (take baby's arms and move them like you're doing a cheer), she was smiling big-time, all "Oh, yeah, you cool." I am SICK that I forgot my camera, but I'll steal some shots of the weekend from Linds sometime.

We all loaded up the van and went to the HUGE and awesome Farmer's Market in downtown Des Moines, the likes of which I had never seen before. The best I can describe it is a conglomeration of Art in the Park, a typical Farmer's Market, Taste of Chicago, and, like, some festival with street performers. It was CRAZY crowded, but in a delightful way, with dogs and babies and Dutch letters and yummy stuff EVERYWHERE. I wanted to buy everything, but only gave in to a six-pack of fresh-baked cupcakes to bring home to Neil. (OKAY, I might have eaten three.) We had a delightful lunch at a brewery there (shredded pork sandwiches with a BBQ sauce made from stout--HOLY CRAP good--and Bloody Marys all 'round, served with pickles and olives), then went back home so the ladies could nap.

Next, Lindsay and I took off for the second AWESOME part of the day: scrapbook shopping! I have not allowed myself to buy much in the last couple years, so I was super looking forward to it. I loved seeing what my favorite companies had released recently, and since I'd been preparing for this trip for awhile, being actually able to buy what I coveted! We went to two really great shops (and a toy store selling almost exclusively Melissa & Doug stuff--sooooo cute!), then returned to the Kem house to play with the babies again and hang out til dinner. Which was an AMAZING home-cooked Iowa meal, the likes of which I hadn't had in a looooong time. (There is absolutely nothing like fresh, sweet Iowa corn!)

Saturday was fantastic in many ways, but also interesting because I got to see what it's like to be a parent ALL DAY. Not just overnight, not just for a couple hours, not just during naptime (which is what I'd mainly been exposed to)--but from morning to night. And it was a pretty atypical day for everyone, to be sure, but I still got a sense of what it's like to be a mother, and how Linds handles it. I don't know how she wrangles two infants every single day, never getting a nap or much down-time at all (and waking up twice as much during the night as any other new mom, since you can't exactly ask the babies to coordinate their feeding times). I mean, as delightful as Soph and Livi are, BOY OH BOY it's got to be exhausting for her!

We were blessed that we did get the afternoon together (thanks, Ann & Dan!)....it was a perfect mix of girl-time with Lindsay and, for the rest of the weekend, GIRLS-time with the twins. I know it's cliche, but those babies were freaking ANGELS. I'd been warned about Soph's moodiness, but the Iowa air must have agreed with her, because aside from her initial "I'm-not-sure-about-this-new-person" sussing-me-out period (which really just consisted of her looking at me with exasperation while I tried various baby tricks), we were total BFFs. And Livi...Livi, my god, that girl could make ANYONE smile. I didn't think these young bundles of cuddliness could have such personalities at just a few months old, but WOW. Like--they are already so cute; they don't need to be CHARMING, too, you know? Enough already with the making-me-fall-in-love-with-you business! I won't see you again for a long time!

I left Sunday after a final meal out with the gang, and reluctantly bid my goodbyes so I could make it home at a resonable hour. It was a completely satisfying, exciting, memorable weekend, but it went by in a flash. I hope we all get the opportunity to see each other again soon...and, as Linds texted me afterward, "not wait another ten years!" "HYEALL no," I responded.

HELL no!


Monday, August 3, 2009

48-hour Reading Challenge...TAKE TWO!

Okay, I was all set for this entry, but then I went to Google Reader before I started. Under the "People I Know" tab, I read three beautiful entries that got me all choked up and mellow:

Em's brother Steven's gorgeous, intensely heartfelt tribute to his wife, Tamara, on their two-year anniversary.

Lindsay's account of her announcement, a year ago, to her husband--of the second line on the pregnancy test.

Andi Diggs' 37-week belly photos....my little childhood neighbor, who's always been so strongly positive, and whose relationship with her husband is inspirational.

So...I needed a few minutes. I cry at EVERYTHING!

Anyway.

This weekend, I totally did it! I completed the 48-hour Reading Challenge, on better terms than last time, and got a LOT read. No, I didn't make it all the way through Judy Blume's oeuvre, but I did read all weekend, and I plan to finish up before all those books are due back.

I took a few breaks--ran a couple of errands on Saturday, went out to lunch with Neil on Sunday (Bread Basket Cafe FTW!), but my main focus was definitely on reading. When the TV was on, I read in our bedroom--but stayed in the living room, reading, for two Cards games turned down low. I accessed the internet only once, to see if I had any more books to mail on Saturday morning--and, since my default IE8 page is Facebook, couldn't help clicking on that little red number at the bottom to see what notifications I had. I guess it was cheating, a bit, but I wasn't on there for more than a few minutes.

In total, I read over 2059 pages....for 1200 minutes (that doesn't sound as impressive in hours...20 hours out of 48; not even half!)...in chronological order, except in cases where there was a series and I just read the series straight through. The following are the books I read, with my transcribed notes beneath each (I kept a Mead Five-Star Fat Lil' Notebook with me at all times to take notes as I read)--my current, non-notebook thoughts are in brackets:

Start time: 8:30 PM [7/31/09]

[First note:]

I'm excited:

  • Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret (c1970)

*my favorite! I like the blond cover best.

*Never liked the "Other Yearling Books you will enjoy" statement. "MAY ALSO ENJOY" would be less of a command.

*she's more mature than I remembered.

*purple towel! Nancy Wheeler is awes. [I always wanted a fluffy purple towel like the one Nancy loaned Margaret]

*LOOOOVE the name Gretchen

*Mavis: a "secret sensational name"? Blech. Alexandra or Veronica was best.

*I never saw this book as about religion, but it so is!

*loved that pink [door] color in the bra dressing room

*"One day in class..." vs. "Tuesday morning" or "Rosh Hashanah" etc. [Okay, here are my thoughts that went with this: All my favorite books--Ramona, Laura Ingalls, and this one--had a way of narration that made me feel like I was experiencing every day with these girls. Like I didn't miss a moment. And I think part of it was because the narration never said "One day, Ramona was in class when..." or "Three months later, Laura got a cat." I can't explain it well, but because these books always just addressed their next story as "Friday afternoon, I met Nancy after school" or "On Christmas Eve, Laura's cousins arrived"...it didn't seem like I was missing anything. Even though I obviously wasn't reading about every day in their lives. I just know that when one of the books--I think Shores of Silver Lake, maybe--began, and the Ingalls suddenly had Baby Grace and Mary was blind from scarlet fever, I felt betrayed. How could Laura have deprived us of such big events??]

*I heart Sylvia Simon! [Margaret's sassy Jewish grandmother]

*[the girls' lecture in class] made me scared of Tampax.

*Margaret's birthday is March 8--SKM's birthday! [Sarah's]

*No belted pads! This is revised--I compared it to my 1982 copy (this one's [published in] 1986). [have to admit, I was disappointed. Some of the charm of the original version was learning how this girly stuff used to be--and feeling lucky we don't have to deal with belts, nowadays!]

*149 pages--ALL were so familiar.

*1st-person [eff]-up that confused me: "Grandma said...all her jewelry was for 'her Margaret'..." [Oh, I agonized over this passage when I was little. When I began to understand different points-of-view in books, I knew it had to be all or nothing; mostly 1st or 3rd omniscient in these types of books...and I just could not wrap my head around Margaret referring to herself, via Grandma, as 'her Margaret'...it drove me nuts.]

  • Iggie's House (c1970)

[this is where I started wondering how many of Blume's books were NJ-or-NYC-set. I decided to begin keeping track.]

*Not 1st person :( I feel like Margaret taught me to prefer that POV!

*Winnie: 11

*Farbrook, NJ (Margaret--[moved] from NYC); NJ here, too

*Herbie--younger bro; Herb--Margaret's dad [I also started to take notice of other commonalities between her books, like names. This was as far as I got with names, though--they weren't consistently repeated.]

*A move from light fare to pretty serious subject matter

*Man--this girl is mature too.

  • Then Again, Maybe I Won't (c1971)

*1st person--yay!

*NJ-set - Jersey City

*Hero: Tony, age 12/13

*So far--title always in the book, 1st few pages

*move to Rosemont, Long Island

*[I remember this book being a lot more dirty than it was this go round!]

[Day 1] End time: 1:10 AM

Day 2: begin 9:00 AM

  • Freckle Juice (c1971)

[doesn't *really* count, since it's way more easy-read than the others]

  • Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing (c1972)

*Peter: 9 y.o.

*Fudge is so funny! [I never saw him as THAT funny when I was a kid reading this.]

*How the hell did he ever get the name 'Fudge'? [And they never explain it--not after FOUR books! Why did this not drive me crazy as a kid??]

*I learned "make" from Blume books. Still have never really heard it from anyone else.

*Ohhhh I just got "chip off the old block." Wood chips!

*I miss the illustrations in this newer version. They were bell-bottomy. I wonder if anything else is different (content)?

*The striped balloon from the shoe salesman Mr. Berman sounded way cool. Peter refused it but I'd totally have taken it. A lolly AND a balloon, just for shoes? [I also hated that Mr. Berman did not appear in Double Fudge during a shoe-shopping scene. Why not, Judy Blume? WHY NOT??]

*Mr. Hatcher's secretary Janet was pretty, and so was [our family friends] Paul-and-Janet Janet, so that was a "pretty" name for me. So were Mark & Chris [for boys]. I had crushes on those names.

*"I'm not sure when I realized Fudge was gone." ?? Yes you are! You're just not sure when he left.

*"I named him Turtle...to remind me."--I choked up!

  • Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great (c1972)

*The cover was always so unattractive to me, I never read it as a young-un, even though I'd read the other Fudge bks over & over. I never realized it was Sheila Tubman, either. [Plus I hate the name 'Sheila.'] She looks like an ugly boy. With ugly, too-short, raggedy-ended bell bottoms.

*I don't like "Oh oh!" for "Uh oh!"

*Sheila Tubman--10 y.o.; Peter's building...NYC-set, summer in Tarrytown

*Ugh, Sheila's so unlikeable. She lies to make friends--I hate that!

*Eek: Mouse would be Sheila's "first real-live girl friend"??

*I kinda want a yo-yo right now. A good one!

*Exact title p. 73!

  • Superfudge (c1980)

*[I found an inconsistency I never noticed!!]: Peter's now in 5th grade ; Fudge is 4. He was 2 1/2 in Fourth Grade Nothing, but turned 3 during that bk, [which] ended May 10th of Peter's 4th grade yr...so abt 4 months later, Fudge had another b'day? Really, now?

*Moving to Princeton, NJ from NYC

*I really think this is my 2nd favorite

*I always wondered what a Kreskin's Crystal was.

*...and what "sic" means.

*Tootsie turned 1 in Feb. [now I'm looking for more inconsistencies!]

  • Fudge-A-Mania (c1990)

*Fudge is now 5. Tootsie is 1.5. 6th grade is over.

*These are not "Fudge" books, to me. The 1st person makes them "Peter" books. We hear much more about him than Fudge.

*Title implied in Superfudge but expressed here.

  • Double Fudge (c2002)

*Tootsie--not yet 2. Fudge is still 5 - almost 6. School is abt to start for Peter - 7th grade.

*I am uncomfortable with the modern-ish references--Harry Potter & blading. It lost the vintage feel & it's not timeless.

*This whole Howie-Hatcher plotline is far fetched--I don't like it at all. [Later I realized it reminds me of National Lampoon and their awful relatives, which I also don't like.]

*Really not liking this one. Not helping is the fact that I'm sleepy.

*I miss having loose teeth to wiggle.

*213 pages: DUMBDUMBDUMB

*[and where does that title come from?]

  • It's Not the End of the World (c1972)

*Ah...this is sounding comfortingly familiar. I must have had it...or R'way/DBRL did.

*Karen: 6th grade, 12 y.o.

*Setting: near NY--NJ it is!

*When Karen goes to sleep one Sat., Val suggests they wash their hair. Karen says hers isn't dirty--she washed it just MONDAY NIGHT. Ew!

[Day 2] Stop time: 1:20 AM

verrrrrry tired...

Day 3 begin: 10:30 AM

  • Deenie (c1973)

*Set: Elizabeth, N.J.

*She's 13 y.o., 7th grade

*Calling her mother "Ma" seems ugly. Only Laura Ingalls can get away w/ that. And boys.

*I have Wii-tennis-elbow pains from holding bks all weekend!

*I like that there's an underlying theme to each book, but [yet] it explores a lot of territory. Like, Deenie with scoliosis, but also her period, masturbation, kissing, modesty, & being judgmental.

  • The Pain and the Great One (c1974)

[see note for Freckle Juice]

*love different POV books [i.e., within the same book]--haven't seen it in a kid's book before. Very cute.

  • Blubber (c1974)

*5th grade.

*I kinda can't wait til 8:30

*These kids are mean. It's hard to read when it's the heroine. [Also, I never liked calling the lead boy or girl 'hero/ine.' I feel like a title like that should be deserved. Ramona never did anything particularly heroic. Aside from finding her aunt's wedding ring.]

*Hm...Pennsylvania-set. Different.

*This reminds me of how mean we were to SarahSallyDevonSarah [EveMarieCollaFawnWright] in 6th grade. It's easy & fun in a group.

*& she's a stamp collector!

  • Forever... (c1975)

*setting: Westfield, NJ

*Katherine--HS seniors

*picks raisins out of b'fast buns & piles them on the corner of her plate--just like Fudge!

*I remember flipping thru this book to see if ellipses were on every page. I'll check again when I'm done. [Verdict:] 36 pgs w/o [ellipses] (including ch. separators [normally a blank page])

*Another word I didn't get: "came"

*I remember a comedian or something complaining about this book; the "and then I came"s over & over & over.

*She doesn't like hot dogs! Neither did I! (but I loved Vienna Sausages)

*Reading makes me sleepy...[right before a 24-minute break]

*Yeesh...a suicide attempt...!?

*Why did Kath take a hot dog at Michael's grad party when such a big deal has been made abt her not liking them?

*Ew...Theo has a 'stache.

*Judy uses "Naturally" ALL the time!

*Blegh I do not like deaths in books. G'pa was old, but still.

  • Starring Sally J. Freedman as Herself (c1977)

*1945 & 47--Eliz., NJ.

*Sally's fave marble is clear green...& Fudge's favorite is green!

*Older bro is 13. I think Sally is 10 - 5th grade

*dropping an egg in the malted when they weren't looking...like G'ma did to Fudge!

*I love how Ma Fanny talks - just like an old Jewish grandmother. I wish I had one of those.

*"...Aunt Bette didn't approve of Nancy Drews. She thought Sally should be reading books about the prairie girl." AWESOME!!

*I like this, abt long stretches of travel: "Breakfast turned into lunch and lunch turned into supper."

*White Shoulders...I think Mom liked that perfume.

*I never did the watch-Mom-get-pretty-to-go-out thing. I wish I had!

Stop time: 8:30 PM [8/2/09]

[only got to pg. 134 (of 298) when the 8:30 end-of-marathon mark hit...and I was READY TO STOP!]

Okay, so...quick, final thoughts before this post spontaneously combusts.

1. It's really fun seeing the patterns in these books, like setting, age, and little details she repeats.

2. I want to continue taking notes as I read the rest. I'll see how much I can do that. It was difficult, reading another book during today's lunch hour, to *not* take notes on it. I think I'm a margin-writer at heart, but my obsessive respect-the-books-please side won't let it out.

3. I got a little--a lot--tired of reading by Sunday, Day 3. I think it's best to keep this as a once-yearly thing...and just to have weekends where I read a lot in between.

4. Judy Blume is a damned genius. Except when she forgets that her heroine doesn't like hot dogs. I wish I could meet that woman!


Monday, July 20, 2009

The 48-hour Reading Challenge!

...or, well, not exactly 48 hours...more like...I dunno, eight to twelve? A bit more?


So I'm going to do this thing over. With rules this time.


I went into it sort of half-assedly. I read the page with the announcement and guidelines, and talked to Elise about her experience doing the same thing on her own, and stocked up with Smart Ones, Lean Cuisines, and 100-calorie packs so I wouldn't have to cook at all during the weekend. I selected ten or so way overdue library books (bad me. BAD LIBRARIAN!)--perhaps a little optimistic, but I wanted backups in case I didn't like the one I was reading, and I didn't want to waste time rifling through my collection deciding on another, because I would most likely take gobs of time doing that...and I wanted to spend my time reading, goldurnit! (Almanzo Wilder said that in Farmer Boy, and he was so ashamed of himself. *sigh*...I need a Little House reading weekend...and a Judy Blume...and a Beverly Cleary...and an L.M. Montgomery...and a Maeve Binchy...)

So I had my little stack, and my foodstuffs, and Neil was all kinds of supportive of it. I was planning on starting Friday night after dinner, maybe 8:00 or so.

This was my first mistake. Next time, I am STARTING AT A CONCRETE HOUR. None of this "whenever I get settled in" crap.

Because, you see, my sister came over to work with Neil on her website. And I thought I could just go in our bedroom, lay on my tummy on the bed, put a pillow at the foot to rest my arms in and put the book in front of the pillow (I have a definite system for reading in bed) while she was there. But did I retreat? Oh, no. Lily is much too fun! I stayed up with her and Neil until we were all yawning and fighting sleep...we chatted and looked through catalogs and laughed at recent familial hilarity and so on. And it was a great Friday night! I regret none of it.

But, it didn't start my 48-Hour Weekend Reading Challenge off well. I tried to read a bit after she left, though I was dog-tired...but instead I fell asleep on the couch for two hours. I stumbled into the bedroom (teeth unbrushed and unflossed), contacts clinging to my eyeballs voraciously, and set the alarm for 7:30.

Saturday included a necessary errand--taking my car into All-Star Automotive for alignment and to get a re-issue of my inspection, which had failed miserably last Saturday due to the huge crack in the windshield that was TOTALLY STARTED when I bought the car but I didn't notice because it was right on the windshield-wiper line, and when I called Toyota a month later, they refused to believe me so I had to pay out of pocket for the whole replacement. But I'm not at all bitter or ANYTHING. Anyway...we dropped off the car, then stopped in Barnes & Noble where I accidentally purchased the last issue of Simple Scrapbooks (it is a Collector's Item, people! how could I not?) and a British scrapbooking magazine encased in plastic which was apparently enough to warrant its $11.95 price tag. I know from experience that the Brits SUCK at scrapbooking, but when I see everyday British magazines on sale at B&N I often cannot help myself. Because despite not having the very, very best of times there, I do miss an awful lot about England. (And NOT just Harry Potter's wang, I swear. I also miss living on the same street that Rent was playing.)

Okay, so we go back home, and putter around a bit, and I shriek "I am going to start reading at 10! If I don't make a time, I'll *never start*!" I set up my station in the bedroom, all windows open to let in the RIDICULOUS 73-degree July air, and cracked open Alphabet Weekends.








I like books with multiple perspectives, a la Maeve Binchy, and this promised to be such a book.


And I was liking it all right. But not loving it, you know? And I wanted to love something, especially if I was committing to this read-all-day thing. I hadn't had that in awhile. I was also reading Inkheart at work, a chapter a day during lunch because it mostly sucks but I want to give it a chance, listening to The Host on audiobook in the car on the way to work, and was about seventy pages into Then We Came to the End (cool cover, look!)







...but I hadn't been as happy with it as I thought I would. I'm not giving up on it, yet, but it's just not a super-fun read.


So I put aside Alphabet Weekends for the time being, and took up an epistolary....because I loooooooove epistolaries!! This one, Which Brings Me to You, was the ticket:





Couldn't put this sucka down. Billed as "a novel in confessions," it tells what amounts to a backwards love story. But instead of flashbacks, the hero & heroine tell their backstories to each other through letters, just after they've met for the first time--both hoping to meet again. Almond and Baggott are co-authors, and [I assume] Almond wrote the guy's letters, and Baggott the gal's. I read this through the rest of Saturday, finishing right before 2:00 Sunday morning.


Okay, but it wasn't like I read solidly through Saturday, as I'd wanted to. No, there were plenty of Bejeweled breaks, WordTwist pauses, Guitar Hero moments, Google Reader, e-mail, Facebook, and Twitter checks (yes, I rejoined...I'm probably following you if you're on there, so follow me back so we can dish!)...I think I watched some TV, and I *know* the Golden Girls made an appearance for an hour or so. Or an hour and a half, or perhaps two. (Between Blanche's sass and Sophia's constant need for independence despite the handicap of old age, I really can't control them.)

Sunday was much like Saturday, except I was reading a different book: Pretty Little Mistakes.




I was kind of wary about it, but mostly excited. A "do-over novel," with "one beginning, 150 endings: the choice is yours." And, at 504 pages, this isn't one of those dog-eared slim Bantam books of yore:
(Not that this is, either...I just liked the photoshopped cover.)



What I soon discovered was that this adult version of the old Choose Your Own Adventure-style books was depressing. Each of the 150 endings (well, I'm assuming "each" since I'm not done yet--I'm probably halfway through but I have NO IDEA how many pages I've read and this is EXACTLY why the kid versions drove me crazy because my neurotic self MUST read EVERY SINGLE page, every option, before I can consider the book "done") tells how you die, and while some are, I guess, *meant* to be nice (i.e. You live to the very old age of 102, surrounded by family and friends, and heaven is a opalescent meadow filled with all the loved ones who preceded you in death), some are terrible, like being randomly stabbed in the street by a schizophrenic. No matter how pleasant the book makes death sound, I still hate hate hate reading about it. Someone just died in The Host, and after sobbing through pretty much most of the last half of HP7 in the car, I am SO DONE with sad or depressing things in books. DONE. (Of course, I cry All The Time while reading L.M. Montgomery, but somehow it's different.)



And? The crap you get yourself into (yeah, it's second person...another mark against it, as far as I'm concerned) is insane. In-SANE. Bordering on ridiculous, in many cases (practicing voodoo in Iceland? Running across a football field at halftime nude with meat strapped to your chest?). I soooo almost put this book down, several times. It's to the point now where I'm interested enough to keep reading, far enough along where I might as well just finish off the damned thing already, and somehow, begrudgingly, liking it.



Okay, so final tally from the weekend: About one and a half books. Not terrible, but definitely not what I'd hoped from it. So I've decided, I'm doing this again...because I really didn't make it a challenge at all. I stopped often to pursue other leisure activities, and it ended up just being a weekend where I read a lot.



Next time: No internet. No TV. No video games. No phone (not that I'm a phone talker...but it's the principle of the thing, people). Start at a pre-arranged time Friday night, and don't deviate. And maybe put some shorter, YA-level books in the mix, like the copy of I Love You, Beth Cooper that just arrived from PaperbackSwap, or really do have a whole weekend dedicated to a single author. Log hours more thoroughly, as well as pages read.



Maybe in the next few weeks, I'll be able to. The report is forthcoming...and let's hope it encompasses more than a book and a half.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Ideas are rampant...

...but free time is not. I have a list in my planner (I am SORT OF REGULARLY keeping up with a planner, you guys!! Can you believe it? It's only taken 32 years!) of 'things I want to blog about,' (y'all, I still need to recap our NKOTB concert! I started it, but life got in the way) but until I choose to make time to cover those topics, it'll be more of this:

Ten things about the last 24 hours that didn't suck

1. Kicked some ACE last night drumming, with Neil on guitar, on Guitar Hero World Tour. I love that it's a game about collaborating to get through the level, rather than competing against each other! (And I'm totally competitive, so this is a coup for me.)

2. Made a delicious, filling, and VERY WW-friendly dinner last night: soft tacos with seasoned ground turkey, fat-free refried beans (with chiles & lime), reduced fat sour cream, WW shredded cheese, taco sauce, and fresh salsa. I should make this a staple--I love it every time. And I have no desire for *anything else* all evening when I make it!

3. Neil got up with me this morning, which is always so darling. I love having his impossibly smiley face around before I leave for work!

4. I found Chris Harrison's Twitterfeed, Jillian's blog, and Chris' EW blog this morning. Yay for juicy Bachelorette inside scoops! (Sorry to see Reid go, but at least the Men Tell All is next week!)

5. I've been slogging away at this miserable cart of materials at work...a cart that I thought would take me maybe half a day, escalated into almost a full week. Ugh ugh ugh. But this morning, I finished it with a flourish, and strolled it over for processing.

6. Another work-related pleasantry: I'd been putting off my boss' suggestion to e-mail this cataloging list-serv for advice on a quandary we're having on Dewey numbers, because I was afraid I'd get back negative or condescending responses from some of the more pompous catalogers. I finally bit the bullet and posted this morning, and within half an hour, received five very nice and helpful pieces of advice (and only one slightly douchey e-mail). I forwarded the best idea to my boss, she loved it, and something I was dreading for weeks has suddenly been resolved.

7. I fully and completely updated my planner today. I mentioned above I only *sorta* keep up with it, so when I get my act together and update everything, it feels good.

8. Fake WW is going awesome--I'm not hungry, I'm not yearning for anything horrible for me, and I've made a resolution to stick with this every day until our StL/Chicago trip next month, when I'll take a couple days off (there ain't nothing at Portillo's you can get and stay within points allowance).

9. It's Bastille Day, which always reminds me of the Place de la Bastille, where my hostel was in Paris. Which was actually a shitty, rainy little trip, but it did have its moments. Pere Lachaise was my favorite.

10. My car needs its plates renewed at the end of this month, which has turned into a big dumb hassle since there's a big crack in my windshield, and during the inspection, the people reported that my alignment was all off--which I could totally feel on the highway every day. Because of this, my tire treads were rubbed slick, 20,000 miles before they were really supposed to be replaced. SO, this month we'll need to have all four tires replaced, my alignment fixed, my windshield replaced, the car inspected, and the plates renewed. I made an appointment today for the windshield replacement, and everything else is almost ready to be taken into the DMV...so this source of irritation is *almost* over.

*bonus* 11. Facilities finally visited my cubicle area to check on the vent, and indeed, it was 'up a little high.' So maybe I won't get so warm each afternoon, yay!



Hm...my desk is pretty dusty. Time to get out the can of air! (LOVE those things!)

Thursday, July 2, 2009

I've skipped June entirely!

....but it was SO crazy. So it's okay.

A virtual (and perhaps soon, IRL) friend, Mel, posts a weekly "Randoms" entry on her blog...which is basically what I do ALL the time, but I like that she makes it a habit. So even though *this* entry is a tiny bit linear, I want to make the "Randoms" entries more of a feature, instead of just saying "Um....I don't really have a point here, so here's a bunch of stuff on my mind/what's been going on."

1. June 2-4 was spent in a GORGEOUS, three-room hotel suite at Tan-Tar-A in Osage Beach. Our room was three flights up (no elevator!) but the view, and the swank, was totally worth it. oh, and it was free, so that was DOUBLE worth it. :) The conference was absolutely wonderful, the weather mild, and the outlet mall pleasing. The first night, Brandy and I went out after the keynote speaker (he completely rocked), buying a box of wine (i.e., a box containing 6 bottles of wine, not a boxed wine) from Hy-Vee. We used their cold water wine-cooler thing, and it was way nifty! I chose my favorite white wine from Summit Lake Winery, plus a cute pink polka-dot-bottle Riesling, and, to keep things classy, a $4 metal bottle of Beaujolais with a dot that changes color when it gets cold. That's right--like Coors. We drove through some decidedly unhealthy places to bring dinner back, met Neil in the lobby, and ate in front of the glass walls, amazed at the utter deluge of rain that suddenly came upon the region. Then we trooped up to Brandy's room in the maze that was her hotel wing, Cindy joining us, to partake of the wine.

The next day was the full conference day--normally the kind of thing where I'd be plagued with social anxiety and wondering who I'd sit with and afraid I'd have to eat lunch alone and feeling out of place wandering about alone. But with all of my FABULOUS co-workers joining us for the entire day, I needn't have worried! I've never been surrounded by so many folks who make me feel so comfortable in a work environment. We hung out all day, various folks splitting off into their sessions, reuniting for lunch and breaks, and generally having a great time. The sessions themselves were surprisingly informative, but I'm not sure how much you want to hear about how much I learned about Authority Control or What's New In Cataloging.

That evening, everyone took off, but I was staying one more day for post-conference training. Neil and I visited the outlet mall, grabbed some snacks from Wal-Mart, and ate some nasty, congealed hotel-Sbarro's pizza for dinner.

2. The next event was the day after we returned to Columbia--my 32nd birthday! We had a leisurely morning, then set off for StL at around 2:30 for the weekend. We grabbed Taco Bell for an early dinner and took it in with us at the hotel--a $67-a-night Marriott in Westport Plaza--what a deal! After a little while (and a nap!), we got dressed and headed to the Fox for a night I'd been looking forward to for a YEAR. I was so, so, so excited! Just seeing the familiar weird pyramid-ish structure of junk metal and bicycle tires and mannequin heads onstage was enough to make my heart beat faster. Neil had never seen Rent, and I was so hoping he'd like it...I've *never* taken anyone who hasn't. It was the signed performance, which could have been really interesting....except my eyes were only for Adam and Anthony. This was the Broadway Tour, which meant the cast was pretty much the same cast as the one that had closed the show on Broadway last fall (except Mark and Roger, of course)...in other words--AMAZING. By far, the best cast I'd ever seen together. Angel was astoundingly energetic, and added in little things here and there I'd never seen before. Andy Senor, London's Angel, returned here for a lesser chorale role. No one can compare to Jesse L. Martin or Taye Diggs, but Collins and Benny weren't at all bad. (Oh, and I learned something--I overheard someone saying weekend matinees were when understudies usually step in for shows like this. Duly noted, stranger-girl behind me in the bathroom line!)

...Whoa, sorry for geeking out there. It was a great, great night.

The next day, we went first to Panera for breakfast (egg and cheese souffle, whoo), and then stopped at a Trader Joe's. Then was the Galleria, after which Neil dropped me off at Emily's for some girl-and-Noah time. He spent a few hours in Vintage Vinyl at the Delmar Loop, while I enjoyed myself catching up with the Southerlands and taking a sun-dappled walk over to The Cupcakery for Indulgence Time (also, I could watch Noah play in the fountain for HOURS). And they had the cookies. Oh, Frosted Sugar Cookies, why must you be so perfect? I refrained from eating anything then, because our next plans required an empty stomach--meeting Neil at the Loop for dinner at Fitz's. Fried pickle slices...fresh grape soda...and the Chili Frito Burger. You can't even eat that thing with your hands. For real. And forget eating any of the fries. The only way your tummy can have room for those is if you sample them first. And you know me, I'm a one-thing-at-a-time eater.

Next, Neil and I said our goodbyes and headed to Star Clipper for a short stop to get us some Kasoogi Uglydolls, and were glad to lurch into our hotel room shortly thereafter to recover from the day.

Sunday was another gorgeous day (the weather is always perfect on my birthday, without fail), and we slept in a bit, then packed up, checked out, and spent a little while at our favorite side-by-side stores: R.E.I. for Neil, The Container Store for me. One last stop at the Galleria for California Pizza Kitchen (we both got pepperoni--you may say that's against the rules, but I'm telling you, their pepperoni is AWESOME), and we headed home to Columbia.

3. The next five days were spent working and preparing--for the big trip, a week in Oak Island, North Carolina with the Dazets. We left Saturday morning, traveling to Knoxville the first night and the rest of the way on Sunday.


Actually, you know what? I'm saving this one. Because I actually have pictures for it.

So, to be continued...hopefully sometime during the upcoming awesome 3-day weekend! And STEVE is gonna be here! Yay for brothers!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

A sprinkling of et cetera, a dash of romance

1. I'm very picky about strawberries, but I LOVE them. And I'm not a big fan of fruit in general, so when I find one I like, I try to have it as much as possible when it's at its best; i.e. strawberries RIGHT NOW. But I can't stand a single imperfect patch on them...and I don't mean just those nasty white fuzzy areas that everyone cuts off. Even the slightly darker-colored soft spots that they get simply by resting against the plastic in the container or another strawberry, means I have to perform Berry Surgery. Whenever anyone serves cut-up strawberries, for shortcake or whatever, it throws me off because I can't do my usual inspection without looking rude.

2. I'm on my second-to-last weekend at Stephens, and it is d-r-a-g-g-i-n-g. This May has five weekends in it, and with the finish line so close, everything feels slow. Days at MOSL don't usually pass this sluggishly (unless it's Friday afternoon). It may have something to do with the fact that my Stephens office has huge windows overlooking this unspeakably cute bricked courtyard below with sun streaming through the trees arching above everything, whereas at MOSL we aren't really near windows at all so I have no idea what spring weather I'm missing. Which would normally be depressing, but my co-workers are such joys that it matters not.

3. Lily's dance recital was last night (and will be tonight). Sarah went with me, Dad, and Gilbert last night, and it was two and a half hours of Lily looking gorgeous, Lily looking adorable, and Lily taking my breath away. There were also the usual round-up of tiny, tiny 5-year-old girls and boys performing VERY cursory 'dance moves' to 1950s songs (i.e., "Book of Love") in their fluffy, tulle-ey sequined dance outfits (sequined vests and black shiny pants for the boys--

oh I just need to tell you one thing...in the aforementioned "Book of Love," during the "Chapter" verses, the little boy was, contrary to usual little boys in these types of dances, REALLY good. He went down the line of his four tiny girl co-dancers at each 'Chapter'--

Chapter One says to love her
You love her with all your heart
[tiny boy bows to first tiny girl, tiny boy moves on]

Chapter Two you tell her you're
Never, never, never, never, never gonna part
[tiny boy and second tiny girl vehemently shake their heads at each other like 'no no no no no no no no no', tiny boy moves on]

In Chapter Three remember the meaning of romance
[tiny boy links arms with third tiny girl and turns a circle with her, tiny boy moves on]

In Chapter Four you break up
But you give her just one more chance
[tiny boy spins fourth tiny girl]


I mean, at this age group, the most these dance teachers can hope for is a boy who will just stay in the line, much less one who Does The Actual Dance Steps. He was awesome. TOTAL player.

Once upon a time, I would have never loved this performance, as cute as it was, because my 8th grade boyfriend broke up with me in a note quoting the lyrics. It was, in my little world, devastating);

Paul Pepper and Uncle James creepily looking on from the audience (okay, I'm projecting the creepiness--and yeah, when Dad told me last night that 'Pepper & Friends' was being yanked from the air, I was a TEENSY bit sorry for them); at least one song I couldn't help dancing and singing along to (this year's pick: RuPaul's "Supermodel." YOU BETTER WORK); one instance of Lily bringing me to tears (happens every time, pretty much); and last but infinitely not least, several very unflattering dance costumes. I do love to dance, but I'm glad I don't have to stand in front of hundreds of people in velvet stretchy pants and a tight halter top every May.

4. I started pseudo-Weight Watchers on Thursday, and I think it's going well. I feel like I'm forever looking for a short-cut solution to weight loss, but I always come back to the WW philosophy. Yep, it sucks to be hungry...it sucks to have to leave the cheese off everything and be astounded at how small a serving really is, and to select the blander-tasting snack food (fat-free pretzels, yuck!) knowing you'd just eat the whole damned box of White Cheddar Cheez-Its within two days if you bought THAT one. And I'd completely planned on joining back in January, before our finances became really tight. Now, I've just done some research to find what points I should be at, how much activity I should be doing, and found an online calculator so I always know where I am at for my points totals during the day. And it's working fine. Boom, saved $20 a month!

5. I've been kind of half-ass following this blog, Starting Over at 24, written by this dude who broke up with his girlfriend after six years and has to start over in the dating world. I like cute little romance novels, so I'm always on the look-out for blogs that follow real-life adventures as a singleton because it's so cool to see where they end up (so let me know if you follow any, too!). And sure enough, SO@24 got a visit from an internet correspondent (and blog-follower), Beth, not long ago, and they apparently had a ridiculous weekend together...both are completely giggly and excited for what may happen next and planning for MANY future visits (they're on opposite coasts--and they've already spent like three weekends together in the course of a month and a half or so) and it's just...so, so cute.

Anyway, this satisfying finale (and he's said he's ending the blog since he's pretty sure this is the ONE, so it really is a finale) made me regret so bad that I'd not had a blog (or done things the old-fashioned way with a pen and lined journal) around the time I met Neil. The way Beth writes about their first meeting makes me wish I'd captured those days in my life...not because I yearn for them, but because I was so giddy and out-of-my-head happy that I really *don't* completely remember every bit of how I was feeling, and I'd like to. I have little notes written down about what we did around town, what movies we saw, etc...but there's nothing like describing an event when the emotions are fresh and raw. Through the bad times this past year, and also when Mom was sick (and even junior year of high school, when she had brain surgery), I wrote things--blog/journal entries, e-mails to friends, etc., that I can't yet reread. When I have in the past, I break down. But I love that I *have* them.

And I wish I could re-visit how I felt that Friday afternoon (November 17, 2006), watching the clock at work, hightailing it out of Special Collections exactly at five and racing downstairs to release a few minutes of tension with Sarah, who was working at the Ref Desk, before heading home to shower and gussy myself up...a couple hours later, laying on the couch as the minute hand inched to the '12,' knowing he was due any minute. I mean...I remember the
facts. I just wish I'd recorded my exact feelings, then and during the weekend, and the Sunday night after he'd left and I'd spent three hours gushing to some friends at the winery about the visit. And, like these two (Beth and SO@24) say over and over, I knew it may have sounded crazy to everyone else...but I knew it about Neil. I knew that if he'd have me, he was my One. After three days! I mean, I'd hoped for it, so bad, as had he, but we also both realized we couldn't know for sure until we had really met. And Beth's post about her feelings before the meet-up brought back so many memories of those doubts and fears and excitement and, finally, relief and unbelievable happiness.



I'm happy with the memories I have...I just wish I'd captured more in black and white.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Regulation Minutiae

1. Last night was AWESOME.

a. Neil picked us up Subway sandwiches. Tuscan Chicken: yum.

b. Idol finale from 7-8. Adam began the show by being HYDRAULICALLY LIFTED ONTO THE STAGE STAIRCASE in a long, totally sexy coat and big boots, backlit with dry-ice mist being pumped onto the stage like crazy, and dived into "Mad World" again. Even yummier than the sandwich.

c. GLEE from 8-9. Oh MAN it got me pumped. And Stephen Tobolowsky is ge-ni-US. I can't wait for the season!

d. And THEN, I switched it to the Cardinals game. We'd not been doing great lately, so when I saw we were playing the Cubs I didn't have my hopes up. But there we were....3-0, top of the 9th, and we watched long enough to see Piniero pitch an entire-game shut-out. He looked so fiercely happy about it!





2. Other things:


-I'd purchased a regular Pepsi and a Throwback Pepsi from Gerbes the other day, because someone else had done it at work and given us a blind taste test. I wanted to do the same for Neil, so I poured some of each into different glasses and told him to guess which was which. He tasted one...then the other...then the other...then the other and the other. His verdict:


"Well, they both taste the same now."








We are planning our trips this summer, and I'm having fun! Yesterday, I booked our so-close-to Busch-you-could-catch-an-out-of-the-park-home-run-ball hotel, and I'm taking Lily's advice and waiting until just before the game to get tickets from someone with good seats who can't use them. It's risky, and I don't generally do risky when it comes to planning, but NO seats on eBay or the official ticket site look good (and in our general price range) and dammit, I am GOING to see Eckstein up close. (We're seeing StL vs. Padres in August...it'll be sad not to see David in Cardinals-red, but I'm still hoping they walk him so I can see him run really fast to first even though he doesn't have to. Thurston does it too, but it's not really equivalent because he doesn't look like a little ball of flying cuteness in the same way. He's plenty attractive, but not at the Eckstein level.)



That one will be a whirlwind weekend: Friday night in StL for the game, leave Sat AM for Chicago, go see the Harry Potter exhibit, stay Sat night, see Neil's friends Sunday, then head home.



I've been reading my latest manuscript installments at about 100 pages a day, which seems, finally, to be a pattern I can work with. Even after seven years of it, I never seem to manage my reading time properly, so I'm always scrambling during the last couple days before they're due to be sent back plowing through hundreds of pages, tiredly writing B.S. reports, and rushing to the UPS store at the last possible moment. But even with bad manuscripts (which 9/10 of them are), 100 pages a day is never terrible. I use half my lunch hour and a few minutes at home, and it's done.



So: life's going pretty good. Lily dances this weekend (yay!), I'm off Monday, and then June begins with a bang a week later.