Thursday, October 30, 2008
Two months??? That can't be right. But, sadly, it is. I've been working on magazines, teaching, or tutoring. These all pay the bills, but I've missed...me! I've missed me.
As Stephen Covey or somebody like that kinda smarter than me (can you tell I'm too lazy to go look this up?) said, I've been stuck in the tyranny of the urgent, not the important.
Not that this young adult chick-lit novella is "important!" But it is to me. And it's good to be back.
And, (for my US readers) I voted today!! Go Vote!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
It's pretty awful. It gets made fun of by The Soup. It gets made fun of by my husband. And here, Chad Michael Murray was voted one of the worst actors on TV. Sheesh, he's even a tri-named-actor... have you ever heard of one of those who was any good?
But, I confess, I love it. Love, love, love it. It's set to record every Monday on my DVR, but that is completely unnecessary, because I am always ready to watch at nine o'clock no matter what!
I just started it last season, but I found a friend who owns the box set. Every episode! All six seasons! I can't wait!
I should tell you the occupations of these characters, which are all so unlikely in small-town North Carolina.
Lucas is a high school basketball coach and also a major American author. Haley is teacher as well as a recording artist. Brooke is the former (at 24!) owner of her own multi-million dollar fashion empire. Peyton is a music producer and owns a recording studio. And Nathan is a former pro-basketball player.
Do you see? It's all so ridiculous. Which might be why I like it.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Apparently, we’ve forgotten to teach something rather substantial on our seven-year road of parenting…
Where to put boogers.
Tonight, as David and I were putting the boys in bed, just before devotionals, David spied something on the wall outside of the bathroom. As he got closer, he realized, without having to ask Cael, that it was in fact a large booger smeared on the wall. He did ask Cael, who immediately broke into tears…confirming David’s question. David cleaned the wall as we talked to him about why he would put a booger on the wall in the first place. Our conversation:
David: “Cael, why did you put a booger on the wall?”
Cael: “I don’t know…I guess I didn’t know where else to put it.”
Mom: “The bathroom is right there.”
Cael: “I know, but sometimes I’m…not…near…the bathroom”
David: “Have you put them other places?”(Both of us chuckling at this point)
Both of us: “Where else?”
Cael: “In the car, all over my carseat…”
David (only because I was laughing so hard…): Why would you do that?
Cael: “I don’t know…there’s not a bathroom in the car…”
We told Cael he was going to have to clean his car seat tomorrow after church, but that it was late and he needed to go to bed. As we knelt to pray next to the bed, however, I ran my hand across a crusty mess of at least four boogers on the side of his bed. Gross! Cael immediately started crying again.
Mom: “Cael, why would you put a booger on the side of your bed?”
Cael: “Cause there wasn’t any more room on the other side…”
David and I are still chuckling over this one. Tomorrow, we plan on checking the whole house. Under chairs and tables, on the walls…everywhere. Cael will be right behind us with cleaning supplies and a sponge.
Friday, October 17, 2008
"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning and took out a comma... In the afternoon - well, I put it back again." - Oscar Wilde
"You see things; and you say "Why?" But I dream things that never were; and I say "Why not?" - George Bernard Shaw
"The difference between the almost right word and the the right word is really a large matter - 'tis the difference between the lightning-bug and the lightning. - Mark Twain
"At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction." - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
"Immature poets imitate. Mature poets steal." - T.S. Eliot
Thursday, October 16, 2008
I will never say, "Because I said so!"
I will never use the TV as a babysitter.
I will never feed my kids peanut butter crackers and call it lunch.
I will never make macaroni and glow-in-the-dark-cheese from a blue box.
I will never be a runner.
I will never talk politics with my in-laws during an election year.
I will never watch shows on the CW that were meant for girls half my age.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
It is addictive like Crackberries.
You have to do it six days a week, or everything falls apart.
Sometimes it's boring, but love/hate is usually pretty accurate.
It takes practice.
Even though you shouldn't be, you are jealous of somebody who is better than you.
Cold, rainy, wet blustery days spent under the covers are for chumps.
It is the perfect creative outlet for your sorry excuses.
Nobody wants to hear about it.
Crying illogical, miserable tears because you JUST CAN'T...
But sometimes, sometimes, there are days when you can.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
OK. Here goes.
I am training for a 5K. Again.
Somehow, many, many of my friends are athletes. I never got the gene. And I certainly never understood runners. Despite me often asking stupid questions like, "How do you STAND it?" they stayed my friend and loved me even though we did not share the addiction.
Because it is. An addiction.
I did a 5K once. It didn't go very well. I finished, but I couldn't even run the entire time. Even though I managed to beat a few people, these were the racers who were also holding cheeseburgers.
But this time, I am ready. I'm preparing earlier. I'm training harder. MP3 players have been invented. All of this bodes well, I believe. I'll let you know how it goes!
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Let me know what you think!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
I just finished The Post-Birthday World by Lionel Shriver. While NOT RECOMMENDING IT, I keep thinking about it.
(Unrelated aside: The nemesis is named Bethany. Favorite quote? "...but from the look of those arms, Bethany spent hours in the gym every week, and must have needed to get her boredom's worth. The rippling shoulders and veined forearms reminded Irina unpleasantly of her mother, who had bequeathed to her a gut aversion to exercise fanatics of any description. Alas, Bethany crossed the room first, and so got credit for being the friendly one before Irina had quite resigned herself to the inevitable.")
Anyway, The Post Birthday-World is about a crossroads: how one event can change the rest of your life. The main character, Irina McGovern, one night, makes one decision.
But in this book, however, she makes two. The second half of the novel is split into two sections. One set of chapters is based on one road taken. The other set of chapters imagines what had happened if she made a different choice that night.
These parallel universes that keep intersecting with each other. It is "two competing alternate futures."
Can one decision change everything? And, of course, it is a waste of time to wonder "what if," but I keep thinking about crossroads. Decisions are so funny! At the time, they always seem tiny, like what to wear or what to drink with dinner. Only in retrospect does it become clear which ones were life-changers.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
"They fell at speeds reaching 140mph, hurtling past the highest ridges of the snow-laden Himalayas, before each released a parachute, made three times the size of a normal canopy to cope with the thin air. The jumpers wore oxygen masks to prevent their lungs from collapsing as they fell. Wearing neoprene underwear was compulsory — to prevent them from being frozen to death."
What are you doing today? For me, this made staying in with a good book sound mighty inviting!
Monday, October 6, 2008
One of the biggest pitfalls that comes with teaching teenagers is wanting to be LIKED!
I want them to think I am a cool old lady. I want them to tell me enough about themselves so I can steal all the details for my stories. I want them to want to be in my class.
Weren't these teachers, the ones who thought they were too cool for school, the worst? Well, let me answer for you. Yes, yes they were the worst.
Today, my game face is on! No more Mr. Nice Guy. Girl.
Do you think they'll like Halloween candy, though? Chocolate, right? And they like movie day, right? And the gold stars? That's kitchy and funny, right? RIGHT???!!