I do not like people knowing my business.

Unfortunately, sometimes this is unavoidable. Obviously the checkout person at the grocery store knows a vast amount about my business, in the one specific area of my eating habits. She knows I can't cook, and I'm probably the only person in the entire area to buy pickled beets every week. But at least she has the decorum not to say anything!

I was in the library yesterday returning some books, paying my fine, and getting out some other books. You know, typical library activities. The librarian inspected each book like she was making notes in the mental file she keeps on me. Then she looks me right in the face and says, "Do you like this author, or are you doing a report on him?"

Immediately, my stomach started hurting. I love this series, but I never recommend it to people because the subject matter is a little dicey. To start: the author wears an eye patch. The main character, who I always pictured as looking like an old friend of mine, is a private eye/total criminal who investigates stuff with his "family" (also criminals) and kills people.

I'm 32 years old. The last report I remember writing and submitting in a clear plastic binder was on Henry Hudson. What the hell kind of report does she think I may be writing as a grown up and based on these books? "10 Ways to Kill People" by Hanna. "Fashion Ideas: Eyepatches and Guns". Or, "Making Your Own Family Out of Criminal Associates".

As it happens, I do have some ideas of my own: "How to Make Nosy Librarians Dissapear" is at the top of the "future reports I might write" list. So what I like to read books about bad guys? I bet her reading list is all bodice rippers about pirates ravaging peasant girls.

It was like a clown teapot.

I thought I would make some nice tea this afternoon. Then I noticed my teapot was making a funny noise.

Items removed from teapot:

Toy airplane propeller
Wine bottle cork
Yogurt covered raisins (7)
Hairclip
Pretzel rods (3)
Unidentified chewed up plastic thing
Crushed Oreo (approx. 2 tablespoons)

I'm not sure if my son has been putting one thing in the teapot every day for two weeks, or if he decided to cram this variety of gross things in there one magical afternoon.

Can you imagine the other magpie-like collections that are at this very moment waiting to be discovered? Tweezers and a button in the camera case! Eight pens, a washcloth, and a pickle in my shoe! The possibilities are endless.

Instead of tea, I had juice.

Parenting. Maybe I should take some sort of class.

Me: Hey Nort, what's in your mouth?

Nort: Just a battery.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Team Jacob

Yeah, I read Twilight. And New Moon. And Eclipse.

I read the first one because my sister recommended it, the second because some girls from my new neighborhood invited me to see the movie, and the third because the second one ends on kind of a cliffhanger.

I'm done now though. This isn't necessarily a bad review, because the books are certainly entertaining. But this series is messing with my emotions. There is so much teenage angst that it is making my stomach hurt. Two people so in love they can't function without the other. The searing pain of unrequited love. Choosing between two men who love you equally but offer very different futures. ENOUGH.

If I want to read more emotional disaster bullshit like this I'll dig out my diary from high school.

All the Pretty Horses

I almost gave up on this book. It's a little heavy handed with the dramatic descriptive phrasing, which always drives me crazy (hello, White Oleander).

But I'm glad I hung in there, because I ended up loving the story.

Two friends leave their home in Texas on horseback, and ride to Mexico in search of a new life. Along the way they meet some folks and have some adventures.

I was very moved by the spare writing style. There is not a lot of dialogue, and much is put into describing the landscape. Textures and sounds. The mood of the book is hard to describe, but I'll say it is kind of like an ache. There clearly won't be an ending with white doves and balloons, and I kept waiting for someone to die. It's the kind of book where you just know someone is going to die. Despite my somber description, there is something of a happy ending, and I felt it suited the story and characters well.

The book reads very masculine to me. Living off the land, using your wits to survive, working and sweating in the sun... it struck me as being the kind of thing a man would wish for. Especially a man who currently wears a suit to work and spends 50 hours a week in an office toiling under a florescent light. This book is the opposite of that.

At its heart, this is an adventure book. Love, friendship, adventure. And horses. Thumbs up.

Books. I'm going to read some.

Sooo, I used to be quite the reading fanatic. In grade school I spent approximately 70% of my time reading books under my desk and not paying attention. The other 30% I spent daydreaming and not paying attention. This is probably why today I am terrible at Trivial Pursuit.


I've fallen off the book bandwagon pretty hard lately because I'm busy. HOWEVER, I have a whole shelf of books that survived the move (as in, I didn't give them away) just waiting to be read. I have decided to force myself to at least start all of them. If they are still boring by page 50 I'm not slogging through the whole thing.



In the past I have tried to alternate between brainy books and fun books. I suffer through some long, dusty literary masterpiece (The Sound and The Fury: I thought I would go mad trying to make sense of that book. Suck it, Faulkner.) and then reward myself with a book intended for pre-teens (The Westing Game: Best Book Ever).


I'm starting with National Book Award winner All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy. We'll see. I hope it is about actual horses, because I don't do so well in cases where, say, the horse is a metaphor for something else. I'm thinking, that was a book about nice horses! Meanwhile, the NYTimes book review is all, "the horse figure acts as a stand in for her absent father and indicates that the central character has broken free from her oppressive childhood..."






Keep an eye out for my book review. Probably it will be like, "Whee! Horses!" But I might throw some big words in there just to impress everyone.

Picture dump

Sometimes I draw a picture and then get bored with the subject before I get around to writing about it. Here are those lost souls with crappy truncated explanations. Hey, not every post is going to be gold people.

We were at the playground, and Nort spied some other kid eating eating a lollipop. Of course, he asked me if he could have one, and when I said I didn't have any he threw a fit. So the original lollipop eater came up to us and said, "I have another one, he can have it if he wants." Which is incredibly generous coming from a child. I would think that the instincts of a 7 year old would scream "Keep all the lollipops for yourself!!!" Anyway, he dug a crinkly old sucker out of his sandy pocket and gave it to my son. And I let him eat it, because I am a top notch parent.This is the complete tool at Lowes who tried to sell us a washing machine and dryer. I came in armed with lots of washer/dryer research, and this guy actually announced, "Oh, you can't believe anything you read in Consumer Reports." Then practically said that I was an idiot for believing the non-bias research in Consumer Reports over the information provided by him- a 50 year old fat guy working at Lowes.

I recently developed a caffeine addiction by accident. This is what I look like when I didn't get caffeine. I feel like a dolt, but I didn't realize that iced tea had caffeine in it, and I was drinking like 700 bottles a day. Then I was awake until midnight and couldn't figure out why. It takes me a good long while to connect the dots sometimes. The happy ending is that after a weekend with a miserable headache, I don't drink caffeine any more.

I miss it.