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Friday, September 19, 2008

Arrrrrr...today be Talk Like a Pirate Day....

so, avast ye scurvy wenches and bilge rats, grab some grog and go pillage ye neighbors house.

Or just talk funny all day and drink lots o' beer!

I've been so busy lately that I haven't had time to blog at all...*insert sad face here*...I have, however been reading a bit at night and have finished Ted Dekker's Sinner. Interesting book, I'll get a review up soon. I'm currently reading Guernica, and liking it.

Its the end of summer here, although you'd never know by the weather. My youngest the *gulp* cheerleader had her first home football game yesterday afternoon...it was so hot! I don't care if I look like the dork parent of the ages, next week I bring an umbrella for shade! Her Freshman football team won 46-0, so I felt sorta sorry for the other guys. They drove 2 hours in traffic and then got spanked. Either our little Freshman team is really really good or the opponents was really really bad.

When fall starts to loom on the horizon, our thoughts turn to .....home repair and remodeling. Hey if spring can turn a young man's fancy to love, then fall can turn an older persons fancy to paint, demolition and rebuilding.....right? After living here for 10 years and re-doing most of it, we're finally getting ready to start the kitchen. Negotiation has ensued.

The problem is that my DH wants state of the art and expensive, I however, am pretty much sick of cooking after roughly a gazillion years of it and would rather have fun with the money. (I think our roles are reversed?) I still love to cook "occasions" like Thanksgiving, etc. but after 33 years of cooking, oh say...2-3 meals a day...and during said meal at least one person will probably look at the food and say...."ewwwww, do I see onions? or tomatoes? or whatever the hated veggie of the month is" (unless its spaghetti or tacos and really how often can anyone eat spaghetti or tacos....) I'm done with it. I'm tired of the day to day cooking, I swear if I lived alone I'd live on microwave popcorn and cold cereal.

I especially love the weekends, where the simple question, "What would everyone like for dinner?" becomes a two hour debate and decision. C'mon people....its a meal....its not like we're not gonna just do it all over again tomorrow.....argghhhh.....Weekdays are easier, I have to come up with the ideas, but nobody is around to stop me and once its cooked, they gotta eat it or starve!

Okay...enough ranting about kitchens!

Our eldest daughter moved back in and has had all her stuff in storage for the past few months. It seems like such a waste to pay money for that, so we're moving her furniture into the house and I've been rearranging and selling off some of my stuff that I'm tired of anyway. We'll use her couches until she moves back out and then I'll find something I like for our family room.

In addition, we've been waterproofing our deck, just in case it *snicker snicker*, should happen to rain this winter.....*guffaw guffaw....I don't even remember what rain looks like! But hope springs eternal!

We're taking part of a wall down to open up the kitchen a bit. This wall had oak paneling and mirrors on it when we moved in 10 years ago. DH always liked the wall, and I always detested it. The oak was stained this horrible black-red dark dark brown color and sealed with gloss urethane. Looked like the 1980's gone wild. We finally took off the paneling and mirrors last weekend in preparation to tearing part of it down, and I promise I'll never ever say nothing could look worse than what I have again. Under the paneling was the most attractive gold, orangish brown foil Fleur-de-leis wallpaper you've ever seen. It must have looked smashing with brown shag carpet. So now when you walk in the front door, instead of being instantly transported to the 1980's, you go straight back to the 70's. Polyester anyone????

Oh boy.......

Tuesday, September 9, 2008



1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE
'If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning.'

2. My mother taught me RELIGION
'You better pray that this will come out of the carpet.'

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL
'If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!'

4. My mother taught me LOGIC
'Because I said so, that's why.'

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC
'If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me.'

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT
'Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident.'

7. My mother taught me IRONY
'Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about.'

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS
'Shut your mouth and eat your supper.'

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM
'Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!'

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA
'You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone.'

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER
'This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it.'

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY
'If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!'

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE
'I brought you into this world, and I can take you out.'

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION
'Stop acting like your father!'

15. My mother taught me about ENVY
'There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do.'

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION
'Just wait until we get home.'

1 7. My mother taught me about RECEIVING
'You are going to get it when you get home!'

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE
'If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way.'

19. My mother taught me ESP
'Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?'

20. My mother taught me HUMOR
'When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me.'

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT
'If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up.'

22. My mother taught me GENETICS
'You're just like your father.'

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS
'Sh ut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?'

24. My mother taught me WISDOM
'When you get to be my age, you'll understand.'

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE
'One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you.

Monday, September 8, 2008

The Keepsake by Tess Gerritsen

Tess Gerritsen’s The Keepsake is a fast moving, well-paced whodunit. Medical Examiner Maura Isles is called in to observe the CT scanning of a mummy for a museum. The observers are shocked to find the mummy isn’t ancient at all, but the well-preserved body of a modern murder victim. Solving the murder falls to Jane Rizzoli, a Boston police detective. Soon Rizzoli discovers other women who have been murdered and preserved using disturbing and macabre methods. Knowing the killer has chosen his next victim; it becomes a race against the clock to stop this murderer.

I really enjoyed this novel. I haven’t read every one of the books in this series, but I like the authors writing style and the way she moves her stories along, so I’m going to have to put the one’s I’ve missed on my list. I’ll admit to feeling pretty darn smug when about halfway through the novel, I figured out “whodunit”. And I’ll admit to feeling more than a little sheepish, when in the last two chapters, I found out that I was wrong, Wrong, WRONG! I really love it when a book surprises me. It’s nice to figure out the end before it ends, but its soooo much better to be wrong!!

Tess Gerritsen has that uncanny knack of adding personal information in just the right amount. She never deviates from the actual story, instead just adds enough tidbits about Isles and Rizzoli to make the reader want to see where their stories will ultimately lead. In fact, having not read all of these series, the bits added and the bits alluded to will be just enough to send me to the bookstore to pick up those earlier novels. Don’t get me wrong; the reader certainly doesn’t have to do that to enjoy this novel. The author manages extremely well to give us enough information, and yet I imagine a faithful reader wouldn’t feel like they’ve just re-read the previous novels while reading this one.

The Keepsake comes out tomorrow, Sept. 9th. Head on over to Amazon, stop by Barnes and Noble, call your local librarian. Just give this a look!

Friday Floss!

Yes...I know...today is Monday. However, since Friday was "National Be Late for Something Day" and Saturday was "National Procrastination Day" I'm merely keeping in the holiday spirit.

I'm late and I procrastinated....a lot...here is Mental Floss's Labor Day Quiz

Late comers and Procrastinator's of the World....UNITE!!!

(or just click below for the quiz!)

Labor Day Quiz

And---Just for fun
Here is a funny procrastinator's flowchart....
Procrastinator's FlowChart

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Best Menopause Question Ever

Best Menopause Question Ever
Q: How many women with MENOPAUSE does it take to change a light bulb?

Woman's Answer:
One! ONLY ONE!!!! And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out.
And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the #&%!* light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER

I'm sorry. What was the question?

The Book of Matthew by Thomas White

People are dying in the creepiest weirdest way ever imagined in the new novel, The Book of Matthew: a macabre novel of suspense by Thomas White. It falls on San Francisco homicide inspector, Clemson Yao and his intrepid partner, a local Realtor, Angie Strachan to end this spree. Angie isn’t your typical Realtor though. She once attempted to become the city’s first woman homicide inspector, but was kicked off the force when she killed a suspect/perpetrator instead of arresting him. The serial killer being sought is one of the more compelling baddies found in modern novels. He cheerfully calls his victims, “messies”, and spends untold hours researching methods for killing them. This grisly murderer has searched the globe for all the ways of brutal torture that can kill in the slowest way possible, and he selects his victim’s deaths from this research.

Disturbing and warped, the book nonetheless is a pretty satisfying novel. I did find that the detailed hallucinatory descriptions of dreams and nightmare sequences got a bit old, and I could have done without most of them. But for originality in a genre filled with twisted bad guys, the author scores a slam-dunk. The dynamic between Yao and Angie was great, and was a solid set up for an entire series featuring them. This is a well-written debut novel and I look forward to seeing more from Thomas White.

The Longest Trip Home by John Grogan

I picked up The Longest Trip Home by John Grogan with the intention of glancing through the first chapter before I started cooking dinner. Dinner was late. I got soap bubbles splashed on it from reading while I washed dishes. I got by on much less sleep than I need. This morning, I did an extra couple of miles on the treadmill so I could read. I left an hour early to pick up the kids from school, so I could sit in the car in 104 degree heat and read. My husband was worried I'd slice my finger open when he saw me chopping onions while reading. Wow....what a wonderful memoir. I was a farm girl from Montana, about as far removed from John Grogan's childhood experiences as a person can get, and yet, I swear I saw my family and my life in his story. This is one of those wonderful books, you'll laugh out loud, and you'll finish it in a puddle. I read a post on LibraryThing that suggested you wear sunglasses for the last few chapters, then nobody will see your tears. It's just that touching of a memoir.

Personally, I didn't think that Marley and Me could be topped. I was proven wrong. What a wonderful wonderful book!

My rating:

Wednesday Winner!!

Thanks to one of the bulletin boards over at LibraryThing, I discovered Random.org's Random Integer Sequencer, so this week I went high tech and allowed it to pick the number. (Kid in school, no time to hang out in the computer room with mom!) and the winner is....*drumroll....

Lola Dawson---woot woot


Ok--I'll stop now...

Congratulations, Lola!!

The next giveaway is in question....should it be Sweetheart by Chelsea Cain, The White Mary, or The Deceived? Hmmm.. input anyone??