2.28.11 #2

One of my goals for 2011, and hopefully for life, is to read at least one book a month of my own choosing. So far (in 2011) I have read "Wuthering Heights." I'm half-way done with "Great Expectations" (obviously I'm a little behind seeing as it's the last day of the month) and for March I plan to finish "Little Men" which I started reading when I had my two-month stint in Texas last year.

By the way:

"Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte -- 
[Simply put, there was too little kindness, too few people to root for, and too little exceptional writing -- the kind that makes me think, "Ah, yes, THAT is why I want to be a writer. To write a passage as great as that." The story was intriguing, though, I'll give Emily that.]

"Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens -- Up to this point 
[Simply put, it is a fascinating story filled with both likable and unlikable characters, good details, some funny lines and enough mystery to make me want to keep reading page after page, but not too much that I'm confused.]

Any suggestions on what to read for April?


I was looking through some pictures from last summer and found some of Mt. Rainier from the sky. Holy cow, how awesome, right? And really I mean, how awesome am I for taking these? Ha ha. (When I say "these" I mean the others I have posted on my photography blog.)


I bought a remote for my camera, so naturally me and Soleil had to take nerdy/ugly/scary pictures of ourselves in bad lighting to try it out. Enjoy.


Sometimes I want to barf from loneliness.

Other times I want to barf in order to be left alone.

It all evens out in the end.



Two trailers for movies I would very much like to see.


A video from my trip to Devon and Sarah's a few weeks ago.



Quotes I read recently on a great blog

"Courage is the power to let go of the familiar."
--Raymond Lindquist

"The key to change is to let go of fear."
--Rosanne Cash

"We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person."
--William Somerset Maugham

"The great thing is, if one can, to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions in one's 'own' or 'real' life. The truth is, of course, that what one regards as interruptions are precisely one's life."
--C.S. Lewis

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
--Anatole Frances


I was going to write something about being frustrated with people who use punctuation incorrectly, or don't use it at all. And about people who capitalize things that don't need capitalizing. I would say bad spellers get on my nerves, but that would include me, and I'd rather exclude myself from this attack. Or lack of attack, since I'm not going to write about all these things. Instead, I will share with you a neat-o video about language, which simultaneously utilizes great typography.


P.S. Do you remember how, in elementary and junior high school, teachers told you to never begin a sentence with "and" or "but"? I always disliked that rule. And I have made it a point to start sentences with one of those words (obviously not both, since a sentence can only begin with one word) as often as I like. And it's very liberating. But -- No. No "buts" about it.


Happy Wednesday!


I had a dream that I was a surrogate mother. After I gave birth (which, apparently, I was asleep during, because I don't remember it) I hadn't lost any weight. Oh the humanity! When I woke up (in real life) I thought, "I wonder how well surrogate mothers get paid. I could probably do that. I could wear a wedding ring in public so people didn't give me dirty looks."

I had a dream I was in love with a married man at work. He didn't know. His wife didn't know. I just watched him from behind my computer screen.

I had a dream that I got fired, so I moved to Paris and became a street performer. The pay was better than the job I got fired from.

I had a dream that I woke up before 10 a.m. and got out of bed.
Ha! That wasn't a dream. That was real life and I deem today a success because of it.


Do you ever have those moments where you well-up with emotion? No, not the swelling-up kind, that usually consists of snot and tears. If you're a girl, it's no secret that you meet that occurrence often enough. And if you're a guy, well, this is a rhetorical question, which means, don't answer.

I'm talking about the welling-up of the good emotions, like happiness, joy, butterflies and sunshine and maybe a unicorn or two. That kind.

Today, I got that feeling. Maybe not the unicorns, but that's only because it was a gratitude-centered welling, which don't usually involve fictitious animals. And no, it had nothing to do with dating. Thank goodness. That's always a welling-up of hot air, or helium, or just normal air, in a gaudy colored balloon right next to a humongous cactus.

No, this emotional swelling was fueled by my parents. I just got to thinking about it (not for the first time, but that's beside the point) and my parents are freaking awesome. Not just normal awesome. Freaking awesome. I mean, have you met my parents? You can't deny it. They are. Freaking awesome.

I could list all the reasons why, but really now, that's just ridiculous. It's like asking that owl how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. -- Actually, it's nothing like that. Because, one, he says it takes 3, and even if he didn't cheat in order to steal candy from a child, listing all the reasons my parents are spectacular would be more like trying to get to the center of the Tootsie-Pop, not asking how long it would take.

That analogy stinks.

But I digress.

In conclusion, my parents are no normal kind of awesome. They inspire greatness, but love me no matter how mediocre I am. They read, write, discuss, listen, play, teach and love learning. They are funny. Boy am I grateful for their humor.

I love my parents. And, just to add more evidence to my argument (although, really, who would dare argue with me?) their names rhyme. Eat that, children of other people.


Today I:

~ Slept until 1 p.m.

~ Brushed my teeth with the aid of the bathtub tap -- our sink is pretty clogged.

~ Was greeted with, "Hey Lady GaGa" and "Take a bath, hippie!" (I love nephews.)

~ Ate my weight in Oreos. (Thanks Anna.)

Yep, I say it was a pretty successful day.


I saw this on another blog. It is, well, watch it. It is worth watching.


By E. Gosney
Written for Heather Baker on Jan. 11, 2011

Reluctant to serve,
or much too enthused.
But never somewhere between.

They eat a lot, 
sleep a lot,
And are married to the queen.

Battles are fought,
battles are lost.
Eternal glory the inevitable end.

Their fathers are dead,
their mothers insane,
Undoubtedly betrayal their friend.

These men of valor,
in their jewels, furs and grandeur,
sitting upon mighty thrones in court,

Are nothing compared to the squire, page and servants —
Full of integrity, tall as mountains — 
although in reality quite short.