Addicted

Have you ever read a book that just sucks you in and won't let you out? Where you have to know what happens next and can't flip the page fast enough?

Reading is my number one joy right now. Don't get me wrong I love some good shows; biggest loser, greys anatomy, law and order, but books are different.

With a book you can get lost in the story, reality, fiction, completely unbelievable all of them are entertaining, and bonus, no commercials. My husband believes that there is a chance I may very well fill our entire house with books and my father doesn't understand the need to own them. They both believe the library is a fine place, as do I, but I'm a genuine fan of rereading.

Everyone has an author who they love, or a book that made them look at reading differently.
If you do have a favorite, do you pass it on? Do you share your love of a great book with others? What book is one you just had to have others read? Mine is Water for Elephants and I have passed it on to everyone I know. What books talk to you, or suck you in?

Veteran's Day

I have always had an unquenchable thirst for information regarding wars. I have always wanted to be part of the Armed Forces, but had limitations that didn't allow me. I have great friends and fabulous family who have and do serve our great country. More people need to realize that these people give their all for us to have ours. No matter if we are in a war or not, whether you believe in the war or not, they made a decision to protect the country and that is quite a gift. Thank you. You don't hear that enough, but it is greatly appreciated.

DNA: good or bad?

It took me a very long time to realize that the reasons my family drove me nuts, was because they were like me. I never wanted to admit that I could possibly be as mean and miserable as my mother, or as opinionated as my father, but I am. Don't get me wrong they're not the only traits I have. I inherited plenty of the good ones to, you know humor, love, all those ones. I noticed recently that as I get older, I find myself doing many of the same things I hated my parents for. I have come to the conclusion that for us not to continue the issues of those before us, we have to be steadfast in our knowledge of what the issues were. Like if both your parents are alcoholics you probably shouldn't drink. One of the other things I've noticed is that everyone elses family is just as crazy as yours. It is what gives us all common ground. So I will continue to plug along becoming myself instead of molding into my parents, thats the best any of us can do.

Hello World

Sometimes I don't understand people. There are people who are nice, not all the time, but for the majority. Then there are those who are nice when you meet them, but then become giants jerks. Here's the deal either your nice or jerk. I would really like to meet some nice people. I mean I have some close friends, but I like people.

Here's a question for you why are the people you think you actually really think are cool, the ones who just totally miss the bus. Here's the deal, I met this guy. We totally got along great and had a really good time together, have some things in common even. So I send him an email and what does he do, oh thats right he IGNORES IT! I mean come on people we're all adults, if you don't want to talk then friggin tell me. Not that hard, but whatever.

I have now determined that meeting new people is overrated. I'll stick with devil I know.

The One

I'm married, have been for over 4 years now. He is a fabulous guy, but I have a question. Have you ever met someone of the opposite sex you just clicked with. I mean you see them across the camp and are immediately physically attracted, so you spend some time talking. Not planning anything, but just to get to know them. You have fun together if only for one evening, but the entire next day you can't get them out of your mind.

What do you do when that guy is not your husband?

Lost

There are some days where things are just wrong. Some days where even getting out of bed is too much. I'm pretty sure today is that day. I don' t really want today to be that day, but its been almost three hours since I got up and its been quite crappy.

I'm not sure why once the first couple of hours of a day are bad the entire day is shot, but for some reason thats the way it is. How many days have you stated I just want to go back to bed and start over.

Wouldn't it be great if that worked?

Here Come the Clowns!

You know how I previously stated that I used to be athletic. Apparently I lied. The possibility exists that I've never had an athletic bone in my body. NEVER.

Yesterday was softball day, the last game before playoffs. Not that we're very good, but we're not dead last. As a team we were great, we made plays, hit the ball and all that fun stuff.

Me, I sucked, and to top it off I got hurt. Not like haha I got hit with the ball, like running as if I'm being chased and then there is a pop in my right leg. Immediately on the ground in excruciating pain. Can't walk, feel like an idiot. AHHH leg hurts.

Of course the injured leg is my driving leg, and my job consists of walking a lot, and I have no time off.

Apparently this is one of those signs, you know the one that says: "Hey stupid, your not 16 anymore, and if ya do that to me again I'm quitting", yeah my body's rebelling.

Oh yeah, and today was supposed to be a gym day, guess that's out.

Do you believe that..

Ok, so I was talking to a friend of mine who teaches 6th grade today. We started with what she's did today and I found out that she went to a seminar about new computer things such as Twitter, igoogle, and Wiki.

Now I have no idea what these things are except a vague concept of twitter. But something she said really got to me. She's learning all these new computer things and her pupils can't type. I don't mean like can't find the letters, I mean like can't type. According to her, the district she works in doesn't teach typing until 11th grade and then its an elective. Now I know I'm getting older, but we learned to type is 6th and 7th grade, IT WAS MANDATORY!

The conversation moved on to the fact that they no longer teach cursive in school either. Now I hated cursive with a passion, but I learned it and now can read it and I have a signature. According to her school they don't teach cursive because with technology they are all going to be typing.

Hello Einstein, if your not teaching cursive and typing doesn't start until maybe 11th grade then how are these kids supposed to write papers? I mean really kids today type lots of stuff and all state tests have to be hand written. Aren't we putting our kids at an immediate disadvantage if we don't teach them these things?

I lost round 1

At the beginning of the year I had this grand plan that I would go to the gym regularly and get healthier. So I got a membership, someone to go with me and some new sneakers. I was set. I did great for the first two months, two or three times a week, then my gym partner stopped going. I got a new partner then wedding season started and the gym slid to the side.

This week I went back to the gym for the first time in three months. Monday I'm pretty sure I almost died on the elliptical. I'm not lying.

Ten minutes in, lost my rhythm and my balance and had to jump to safety. Here is where I become confused. I used to be athletic, three sports a year for at least twelve years. How did I get to this point. The point where I can't last more than ten minutes on an elliptical.

Back to the gym today, made it 15 minutes on the elliptical, my partner and I decided to move to weights again. So we begin doing our circuit and two sets in we are laughing so hard that we are unable to finish the last set. We stop get off the machine and move on after 30 minutes we decide we're done.

Here's the problem I currently can't lift my arms about my shoulder, moving the glass to my mouth leaves me in excruciating pain and I've had a charlie horse in my calf for at least the last hour.

Gym: 1 Me: 0 this is totally not over yet!

I scream you scream

Fatboy and I went grocery shopping this week. Now don't get me wrong I like healthy things. I love me some vegetables and fruits, but today the ice cream was calling my name. So I picked up two half gallons that were on sale and went on with my shopping. We get home and while he's putting the groceries away he asks me to come and look in the freezer. I wander over and take a gander I notice 4 boxes of popsicles and the two ice creams along with a package of hotdogs and a bag of broccoli. You would think we had kids right, with all those popsicles, but no its just me. Apparently me sweet tooth is stronger than I thought.

tiny bubbles

So Fatboy and I have really good friends who just had a beautiful baby girl. I mean she's just gorgeous. Well like every Monday they came over for dinner, actually this is the first dinner since the tiny baby was born. Now how many people can pass up the chance to hold something so small who just wants to cuddle, not me. I held the tiny bebe all evening, cuddling, snuggling, rocking you know the basics. I was in love, but also so jealous. Don't get me wrong I absolutely adore our friends and their new baby, but dammit I WOULD LIKE A BABY!

Now I understand that most women get the uterine tug when a newborn is around, but people give me a break here. Fatboy and I have been actively trying for over 2 years and not actively trying for 5 before that. In that seven years we have been blessed with 4 nieces and nephews, and approximately a dozen friends who have had kids. Two years ago we had twelve people we were close to have kids two of those people were siblings. Someday we will have the ability to announce some happy news of our own, but I wish that were tomorrow.

I know everyone wishes for stuff they don't have and babies are known for the uterine tug, but I'm just saying, alright already!

We got a dog why?

My beautifully famous dog Rhet Butler put a decent sized hole in the wall today. I watched him do it. Big Boy came in the front door and Rhet got so excited he did the dog spin. You know what I mean, where they just spin and spin and spin until they hit something. Yeah well he hit something alright, his bony behind slammed right into my wall and now there's a hole. I'm not talking like just cover it with plaster hole, I'm talking get out the sheet rock and spackle hole. I'm pretty sure Big Boy will get to fixing it about the time he fixes the broken window in the screen door from a year and a half ago. Yeah I know, I better learn how to sheet rock!