Hunter’s mom gave me a new camera for my birthday and it’s pretty fantastic. I’ve only taken a few shots so far, but I’m loving the macro. Expect more flowers soon. (Sorry!)
I just finished reading “The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.” Was it The Greatest Book of Our Time? No. But it was a fantastic novel. I’ve been reading so much non-fiction in the past year that I completely forgot how engrossing and satisfying a novel can be.
“Guernsey” follows writer Juliet Ashton in post-WWII England and her serendipitous friendship with the inhabitants of the island of Guernsey, who accidentally discovered a love of literature during the war.
I devoured this book in a matter of days. Lately it takes me at least two weeks to get through anything, mostly because my reading time is relegated to right before bed and half the time I’m alseep after a few paragraphs. I only picked this up because I kept seeing everywhere (it recently hit the top of the NY Times trade paperback bestsesller list), but I’m glad I did. I’ve always loved WWII stories, and this one leaves no emotion untouched. Okay, I’m getting sappy now. But really! It was a wonderful book and refreshing in that way only a good novel can be – even if they’re sometimes predictable.
If you want a quick, engaging summer read, this is it. Anybody eles reading something good this summer? I need more novels for my list.
In other news, I’ve been busy taking Huxley to the dog park, figuring out what to do with our weekly bag of veggies from the CSA, trying not to punch KCATA bus drivers, and editing freelance stuff. It’s a rough life.
…because what you want right now is some more of me in high school. BEHOLD!
March 17th, 2001-let’s braid steve’s hair.
~green acres is the place to be. farm livin is the life for me.~
sooooo, i walked casserole today. i went to dusty’s but he wasn’t home, so i proceeded to steve’s. i am mad at dusty, so i am writing him a poem.
A POEM FOR THE LAME-O
i went to your house
but you were not there
so i walked down to steve’s
to his underground lair.
i went to your house
but you were already gone
so i went down to steve’s
and swam in his pond.
we plotted and schemed
in that underground lair
to take over the world
and braid steve’s hair.
but you were not there.
so our plots and our schemes
lay untouched as of now
until you can look over them
and call me a fat cow.
so monday i’ll come again.
and monday i’ll leave.
cause if you’re not there,
i’m goin’ to steve’s.
and we’ll plot and we’ll scheme
and we’ll swim the pond
cause if you’re not there
we’re moving on.
hehe. i’m funny. i wrote it all just now. damn i’m good.
love,
deenie
And what’s a flashback post without some cello dork goodness?
April 18th, 2001-Strings and wolf-eliminator
~you are my sunshine, my only sunshine~
when i came home i saw a package addressed to my momma from Southwest Strings. (they have everything, by the way, so if you need sometin’, go there.) the package wieghed about -.5 ounces, considering there were only four strings and a wolf-eliminator in it. i pulled out all of the peanuts to take a peek at my strings before i went to voice lessons, and then left it on the kitchen counter, strings and wolfy still in it. when i got home i couldn’t find my happy package anywhere. i checked the garbage can outside, and sure enough, my mother had thrown away $135 worth of cello crap…thank god it’s not trash night, and thank god i am strange enough to go looking in trash cans. whew!
love,
DVD
Wow. That was embarrassing. There are many, many far worse entries, too. I’m glad the Internet has room enough to continue holding them! (Apologies for the lack of an awkward picture on this post – my scanner isn’t cooperating).
| March 17th, 2001-let’s braid steve’s hair. ~green acres is the place to be. farm livin is the life for me.~
sooooo, i walked casserole today. i went to doosty’s but he wasn’t home, so i proceeded to steve’s. i am mad at dusty, so i am writing him a poem. A POEM FOR THE LAME-O i went to your house but you were not there so i walked down to steve’s to his underground lair. i went to your house but you were already gone so i went down to steve’s and swam in his pond. we plotted and schemed in that underground lair to take over the world and braid steve’s hair. but you were not there. so our plots and our schemes lay untouched as of now until you can look over them and call me a fat cow. so monday i’ll come again. and monday i’ll leave. cause if you’re not there, i’m goin’ to steve’s. and we’ll plot and we’ll scheme and we’ll swim the pond cause if you’re not there we’re moving on. hehe. i’m funny. i wrote it all just now. damn i’m good. love, deenie |
I don’t win drawings, ever. So I was very excited when I won one of the prizes from a lovely, little blog: a PDF download from Wren and Chickadee’s etsy shop.
I went with the green apple stationery, which I’m sure I’ll be putting to good use. Thanks Chelsea at a lovely, little blog and to Ez from Wren and Chickadee for making my week. Check out Ez’s pretty blog, Creature Comforts, too.
Yeah, I can’t help myself.
Getting a puppy is starting to feel like getting a baby. I feel the urge to make announcements about it. I’ve already bragged about his first night (not to say that we won’t have plently of interesting nights ahead) and he’s been to the office so I could show him off.
Huxley is a red merle miniature Australian shepherd. He’s going to have a lot of energy that we’ll need to match. Right now he’s a little freaked out and overwhelmed, but he’s doing a great job…and we think he’s pretty smart.
Fluff power! We hope he ends up liking his new home.
Gah, slow and subtle BEDA fail!
I’m boring and have nothing to post about. Tomorrow I am going to a homeschooling conference with Ashley in the morning, and a pet expo with H. in the afternoon! We are NOT getting a dog, I hear – that’s the news around our house at least. NO DOG will come home with us tomorrow.
I write this as Niles is at my side, desperately trying to snuggle with me. There are already two neglected pets in this house.
I feel like BEDA is more painful for you, dear readers, than me. What a sad thing to see in your google reader: rambling.
I missed BEDA yesterday. Whoops. Let’s pretend that didn’t happen.
On to more important things, specifically ones where I wax poetic about the Harry Potter trailer. For the past few hours, “wax poetic” has meant “go ‘ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod.’”
(If you haven’t seen it yet, first of all, how could you? I’m wounded. I thought we were friends. Second, go here. Watch. Try and tell me you don’t get chills! Just TRY!)
Repeated “ohmygods” are pretty standard fare around the third or fourth HP trailer. In this case, the heaping doses of Draco and Snape were enough to send me into total fan ecstasy. Half-Blood Prince (the book) really hones in on all the good stuff that we love about Harry Potter: mystery with some answers, complex characters, action, love, dealing with the question of what makes a Chosen One. The trailer seems to live up to what the book provided – at least in that minute and a half of awesomeness.
I. Am. Very. Excited. I hope that even when I’m 75 I get excited hearing that theme.
Who’s in for the midnight screening?
It’s true: I was one of those people obsessed with Lonelygirl15 in the summer of 2006.
In the time before it was revealed as an actual interactive show, the mystery was all-consuming. Were Bree and Daniel real? Why did their videos have such high production values…and did that mean they were part of (horror of horrors) some sort of marketing campaign?
Now John Green brings us This is Not Tom. For those not familiar, TINT started with a series of riddles which eventually led to “chapters” describing the life of an extremely extraordinary teenager. John Green expressed his deep interest in the riddles and answers, and today on his blog, he reveals that he’s behind it in some sense. Since John had more than a passing interest in LonelyGirl15, too (scroll down), I can’t avoid thinking he’s playing with our sense of reality here. He claims that a young woman has been emailing him, telling him her story. I’m calling shenanigans on that one. When I read through the TINT forums (and the story’s chapters), I get a very ominous, scary feeling. Although that’s even more thrilling if the story has something to do with reality, I think John’s allowing himself to be a character in his own story. If he’s a character, he doesn’t have to tell the truth as the author of this “new book.” And honestly, the story is so sci-fi that if the girl really was real, he’d be kind of insane to not help her (because she’d probably be mentally ill, and he’s said he has an idea of where “she” is).
In any case, it’s engrossing, and I’m going to keep watching.
(Side note: has anyone been following the whole #amazonfail thing? Pretty fantastic.)
My mom got a huge china set for me at an auction last week – for $10. All twelve settings of it!
Who wants to have a dinner party?
