April 25, 2007

1:16 PM: Beach Reads

I'm going to the beach this summer. That means a few things. First, it means the days will pass very slowly from now until July, because I'll be pining away for sand and surf and sunshine. Second, it means I need to buy a swimsuit, and consequently I'm starting to hate myself. One more thing--it's time to make a book list.

I plan to spend most of my time reading, and when there's sand in my hair, in my nails, and in the bottom of my bathing suit, I only want to read nice fluff. So these are the rules: (1) Nothing heavy; (2) nothing philosophical, metaphorical, or educational; (3) Nothing non-fiction; (4) Nothing I'll need a dictionary for; and (5) nothing that will make me feel bad about myself while I'm publicly half-naked.

A few suggestions so far that have come from coworkers:
Kite Runner
The Time Traveler's Wife
A Girl Named Zippy

What are your favorite beach reads?



April 17, 2007

9:28 PM: if you're happy and you know it

*clap, clap*

I know it's been a long, long time. It's been almost a month since I've taken the time to write anything here, and it's been a number of months since I've really sat down and done any meaningful writing at all. My routine has been all out of whack lately. Let me try to do some updating. I guess if you know me, you already know these things, but I feel disconnected from my blog, like it has feelings and I'm hurting them by being gone so long. I need to update. So for the sake of my blog's feelings, just read.

I guess I'll go with the bullet points. Not sure what's coming. These are the random thoughts on my mind these days. Might not make much sense. Sorry.
  • I'm happy. In fact, I think I might be happier right now than I've been at any other point in my life. There's something about this man--about this thing we are together--that makes me feel like life is right. I'm in love with him, I'm in love with his daughter, I'm in love with his family, I'm in love with us, and I'm in love with who I am when I'm under his spell. Maybe that's gross to read. I can't help it. I need to be honest with my blog.
  • About a week ago, I was buttoning up Allie's coat when she hugged me and said "I love you," completely unprompted. I am officially wrapped around the proverbial finger.
  • I'm going home to PA this weekend for the first time since Thanksgiving. Good grief, Charlie Brown! It's only a four hour trip. Why can't I seem to make it home more than twice a year?
  • My bedroom is finally painted. It's blue and brown, in case anyone wants to buy me some accessories. I think I'm done painting in this place.
  • My favorite Project Editor at my freelance job is leaving the company. I loved working for him, and I'm sad (but see first bullet point. Still happy!).
  • My dress for Lisa's wedding has been massively altered and actually fits. Now I have to get rid of my old-lady arms somehow.
  • I'm sick with that inner-ear thing again. I've been dizzy for three days in a row, and I'm ready to feel like I'm walking on solid ground again.
  • Do you know how fun bath toys can be? I was at World Market today and had to buy a bunch of them. I love having an excuse to buy toys now.
  • I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Blah.
I could probably keep going, but is this really the place for mindless ramble?

I'll try to come back soon, Blog. My life is getting full, though. I want to make room for you. I will. I will!



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