With winter comes snow, ice, frost, leaky windows, drippy roofs, and the most annoying house guest of all...static electricity.
Drag your feet, touch a light switch, get a shock.
Slide your bum from a nice, comfy La-Z-Boy, lift your laptop, get a shock.
Rest your locks against practically any surface (car, coat, chair, pillow), look like Beetlejuice...oh, and get a shock if ya touch anything.
After a week of hearing nothing but negative stuff out of Singletonville, I decided to fancy-up my Friday with a different look. So, with my hair sleek and super straight, I headed to the store. Now, the static hadn't really bugged me all day (translation: hair looked good, didn't want to disturb it, spritzed water on it to keep it from going Beetle-J on me). However, my tolerance level had reached its maximum.
Up it goes! I pulled out an ouch-less hair band and did a twisty knot atop my head. Usually, I don't worry about the twisty knot-do because it's usually fool proof.
Enter static.
Walking around the store, I noticed a few odd looks aimed at the top of my head. Ignoring them, I kept on course until I heard a child's giggle. Now, I'm not sure the child's laugh was directed at me or not, but it totally sent me into Paranoid Paty mode.
When I got to frozen foods, I very nearly gagged at the God awful reflection staring back at me from the frosty door.
Oh. Dear. God.
What the frick was going on with my hair?
I looked like Edward Scissorhands' little sister.
My twisty knot was not a twisty knot, but some creature from the depths of ugly, split down the middle, flopping to each side of my head, while stray strands stuck up all over the damn place.
I've never seen anything quite like it. Horrendous doesn't begin to describe it.
Mortified, I headed to the always empty card aisle, yanked the band out of my hair, and madly fluffed my mane.
Bad move.
The static was now worse than ever. There was no fixing this. My once sleek, sexy hair was now freakishly alien.
Needless to say, I was quite happy to get home and put my hair up...properly.
Evil static.
Happy Birthday Abigail
Today is my daughter's first birthday.
I can hardly believe that just last year she was a tiny little baby that was content to sleep in my arms, and was so small and perfect that sometimes I would just cry because she was so perfect. (Okay, so the after pregnancy hormones probably had something to do with the random crying).
Now she's turning into a little lady. She is learning to walk, talk, and be adorable. She hates getting changed, and would eat until she threw up if I let her. She likes watching toys fall from her high chair or crib, being tickled by Mom, and snuggling with Dad. And she vastly prefers Grandma to all others.
I consider my little Abigail to be a precious gift. We'd tried for almost a year and half to have a baby by the time I got pregnant with her. And while pregnancy was pretty awful for me, and delivery was just as bad, having my perfect little girl was very worth it.
Happy Birthday sweet baby.
I consider my little Abigail to be a precious gift. We'd tried for almost a year and half to have a baby by the time I got pregnant with her. And while pregnancy was pretty awful for me, and delivery was just as bad, having my perfect little girl was very worth it.
Happy Birthday sweet baby.
Bless The Broken Road
I must thank everyone for their comments on yesterday's post, Almost The Best. You all made some exceptionally good points that truly resonated with me.
I started thinking more and more about what Fellow Singleton said about 30+ singles never being someone's one. Though she made some great, if not alarming, points, I will have to disagree with her.
Between the thoughts swirling about my mind and those that you all posted, I've decided that you can be the one at any age. If things didn't work out with someone in the past, then they weren't meant to be. Period. If he (or she) compares you to an ex, so be it. Maybe you will be the one to show him (or her) how happy life can be. Maybe you will show him what it means to be with a genuine person.
I haven't really been able to put this whole thing into words...and now I know why--because it has already been done...in song. I can't believe I didn't think about this before--guess the whole concept just took me by surprise.
So, here you go--one answer to Fellow Singleton's proposed dilemma for all the 30+ singletons.
I started thinking more and more about what Fellow Singleton said about 30+ singles never being someone's one. Though she made some great, if not alarming, points, I will have to disagree with her.
Between the thoughts swirling about my mind and those that you all posted, I've decided that you can be the one at any age. If things didn't work out with someone in the past, then they weren't meant to be. Period. If he (or she) compares you to an ex, so be it. Maybe you will be the one to show him (or her) how happy life can be. Maybe you will show him what it means to be with a genuine person.
I haven't really been able to put this whole thing into words...and now I know why--because it has already been done...in song. I can't believe I didn't think about this before--guess the whole concept just took me by surprise.
So, here you go--one answer to Fellow Singleton's proposed dilemma for all the 30+ singletons.
Look at Upcoming JK Rowling Biopic
Access Hollywood recently showed a behind-the-scenes look at the upcoming, unauthorized biopic of JK Rowling's life for Lifetime TV. You can see the 2-1/2 minute clip below:
While I know I'll watch this movie when it airs and eat-up anything on JK Rowling, I have to wonder how good or accurate this will be considering what a private life she leads. Still, it shows what a fascination JKR still holds over the public's imagination -- even though the last book of Harry Potter was released almost 4 YEARS AGO!
So, what do you think? Will you watch it?
While I know I'll watch this movie when it airs and eat-up anything on JK Rowling, I have to wonder how good or accurate this will be considering what a private life she leads. Still, it shows what a fascination JKR still holds over the public's imagination -- even though the last book of Harry Potter was released almost 4 YEARS AGO!
So, what do you think? Will you watch it?
Almost The Best
So, it's March, the month of little dancing leprechauns, four leaf clovers, and luck. Maybe it takes a little time for the luck o' the Irish to kick in--it is only the 2nd, after all--but, by the way this week has started, I would say luck is taking a nap...with the leprechauns...in the clover.
Fellow Singleton: "You do realize that at this stage in the game, we will never be the one."
Me, utterly confused by out-of-blue comment: "Huh?"
FS: "Think about it, any man we meet our age or older, will probably have been in love, married, something along those lines...he'll have found the one already. She will always be the one we are measured against, even if he hates her."
Me: "Again...huh?"
FS: "Single women in their 30s or older will never be the best, but only the best the guy can do."
ICE COLD WATER IN FACE.
Me: "Um, that was harsh. So, you're saying hypothetical him will never see us as the best."
FS: "Right. Only the best he can do."
Me: "In other words, he settling."
FS: "Yep. We need to get used to lonely or being second best."
HARD PUNCH IN GUT.
So, are we destined to just be someone's "good enough?" Will he always long for the someone he never had or the one it never worked with?
Honestly, wouldn't it be kinda sad if a man (or woman, if the roles are reversed) compared every woman to a former flame? I mean, there's a reason it didn't work in the first place. And, wouldn't that mean she wasn't the one in the end?
I don't want or expect to be every man's best; I just want to be one man's best...one man's one.
There is a song by Brandy called, Almost Doesn't Count. Yeah. That. I am not cool with being someone's almost something special. I think it was kinda like that with Wasn't--if only I was older, if only I lived closer...if only, if only...thing is, when it comes to matters of the heart--to the possibility of happily ever after--there is no if only...there is no almost.
Ugh. My head feels jello-y-blah.
Fellow Singleton: "You do realize that at this stage in the game, we will never be the one."
Me, utterly confused by out-of-blue comment: "Huh?"
FS: "Think about it, any man we meet our age or older, will probably have been in love, married, something along those lines...he'll have found the one already. She will always be the one we are measured against, even if he hates her."
Me: "Again...huh?"
FS: "Single women in their 30s or older will never be the best, but only the best the guy can do."
ICE COLD WATER IN FACE.
Me: "Um, that was harsh. So, you're saying hypothetical him will never see us as the best."
FS: "Right. Only the best he can do."
Me: "In other words, he settling."
FS: "Yep. We need to get used to lonely or being second best."
HARD PUNCH IN GUT.
So, are we destined to just be someone's "good enough?" Will he always long for the someone he never had or the one it never worked with?
Honestly, wouldn't it be kinda sad if a man (or woman, if the roles are reversed) compared every woman to a former flame? I mean, there's a reason it didn't work in the first place. And, wouldn't that mean she wasn't the one in the end?
I don't want or expect to be every man's best; I just want to be one man's best...one man's one.
There is a song by Brandy called, Almost Doesn't Count. Yeah. That. I am not cool with being someone's almost something special. I think it was kinda like that with Wasn't--if only I was older, if only I lived closer...if only, if only...thing is, when it comes to matters of the heart--to the possibility of happily ever after--there is no if only...there is no almost.
Ugh. My head feels jello-y-blah.
Monthly Commenter Contest: March
Thank you for all of you that left comments last month. I really appreciate every single one. The winner of Delirium is...
KAMI!
I love it when random.org seems to know exactly who deserves a prize. Kami has been one of my biggest fans since I started this blog almost two years ago. So, I hope she'll really enjoy Delirium.
This month the prize for one random commenter is:
KAMI!
I love it when random.org seems to know exactly who deserves a prize. Kami has been one of my biggest fans since I started this blog almost two years ago. So, I hope she'll really enjoy Delirium.
This month the prize for one random commenter is:
A signed hardcover copy of Across the Universe
by Beth Revis
by Beth RevisI picked up an extra copy of this book while I was at the Breathless Reads event a couple weeks ago. It's a great sci-fi murder mystery, and I hope you will all enjoy it. I'm also going to throw in some signed bookmarks and swag and stuff.
Also, this is unrelated, but I didn't want to make a new post about it. Living Social has a great deal today on movie tickets from Fandango. It's $9 for 2 tickets, worth up to $15 each (the $2 service fee that Fandango charges to buy a ticket is subtracted from the $15. So, if a movie costs $13 each, you still won't have to pay any extra). If you've been dying to see I Am Number Four or Beastly, now is your chance to do it for cheap! (Deal Link Here).
Now, for the fine print on the commenter contest:
Each month I will pick a random commenter from one of the posts within the last month to win a featured book. Each thoughtful comment you leave on a post during the month will count as a contest entry. However, the following types of comments will NOT be eligible:
Only comments on posts from the current month will be eligible. Sorry, you can't comment on every post from the last 2 years. Well, actually, you can, but it won't be a contest entry.
All of these contests are open internationally unless I specify otherwise. So, comment away!
Please make sure that when you comment, that I have an email address or something that lets me identify who you are. Anonymous comments will not be eligible, obviously. But, if you have a blogger account linked or your website, make sure your contact information is either in your blogger profile or on your blog. If I can't get a hold of you, I'll pick another comment.
Now, for the fine print on the commenter contest:
Each month I will pick a random commenter from one of the posts within the last month to win a featured book. Each thoughtful comment you leave on a post during the month will count as a contest entry. However, the following types of comments will NOT be eligible:
- Great post! I'll definitely add it to my TBR pile.
- Hey! I'm your newest follower, would you check out my blog and follow me back?
- Love your site (although I do appreciate the sentiments)
- Generic, one or two word comments.
Only comments on posts from the current month will be eligible. Sorry, you can't comment on every post from the last 2 years. Well, actually, you can, but it won't be a contest entry.
All of these contests are open internationally unless I specify otherwise. So, comment away!
Please make sure that when you comment, that I have an email address or something that lets me identify who you are. Anonymous comments will not be eligible, obviously. But, if you have a blogger account linked or your website, make sure your contact information is either in your blogger profile or on your blog. If I can't get a hold of you, I'll pick another comment.
Liar Society by Lisa and Laura Roecker: Review
by: Lisa and Laura Roecker
Format: Paperback, 368 pages
Published: March 1, 2011; Sourcebooks Fire
Source: ARC from Author
Challenges: Debut Author Challenge
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Synopsis (from Goodreads): Kate Lowry didn't think dead best friends could send e-mails. But when she gets an e-mail from Grace, she’s not so sure.
To: KateLowry@pemberlybrown.edu
Sent: Sun 9/14 11:59 PM
From: GraceLee@pemberlybrown.edu
Subject: (no subject)
Kate,
I'm here…
sort of.
Find Cameron.
He knows.
I shouldn't be writing.
Don't tell.
They'll hurt you.
Now Kate has no choice but to prove once and for all that Grace’s death was more than just a tragic accident. But secrets haunt the halls of her elite private school. Secrets people will do anything to protect. Even if it means getting rid of the girl trying to solve a murder...
My Review:
First thing I did after reading this book? Tried to send an email to Kate Lowry. For the record, it bounced back.
The murder mystery and secret society aspect of this book was so much fun. There is something very intriguing about a private school and the mystery there-in. I've noticed a lot more of these kinds of books popping up lately, so it seems I'm not the only one who enjoys them.
I have one complaint that I have to air early on. I was really not very happy with Kate's treatment of Seth. I feel like for much of the book she really used him, and it didn't seem like she repented much by the end. I've had my fair share of Seth's in my life. One in particular is coming to mind at the moment. He just wouldn't get the hint. Seriously. Every year I had to tell him that I didn't want to date him. And guess what, every year I did just that. Because pretending to like someone to get something out of them, no matter how trivial, is really wrong. This put a pretty serious dent in my relationship with Kate. I think by the end of the book, she did at least tone it down a bit. And I'll step down off my soapbox now.
One aspect of the book that really tugged at my heartstrings was how much Kate missed Grace. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a friend, especially in such a tragic way that could have been prevented. I also thought that the loss of her other best friend in a more mental way just added to the grief.
But, this book was mostly just a lot of fun. There's a lot of witty banter and fun action that made me laugh. Liam was a nice balance of nice guy and rugged bad guy, which really doesn't happen for me often.
Girls who love Nancy Drew will love this series. Kate is a proactive protagonist, and it will be fun to see what else comes from Lisa and Laura.
My Rating:
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