Friday, August 29, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
I haven't read the Time Traveler's Wife yet. It's one my big list of books to read someday. Nicki's review leaves me optimstic that I might like it. A friend of mine recently sent me a box of "chic lit" books that she was done with. Not normally my preferred reading material, but they go quickly. In one week I've read four and a half. (After working to exhaustion, I'm too brain-dead to make conversation so I read. It's better than going to bed just to wake up right away to go back to work).
I've read: Talking to Addison by Jenny Colgan - It was ok. I kept skipping ahead because I got impatient with the main character. And it was a little too simple to see how things would end. If you're going to make it obvious how it's going to end, you should at least make the trip getting there enjoyable.
Spin Cycle by Sue Margolis - silly book about affairs and the washing machine man. Probably what most people call a "beach read"
Diary of a Mad Bride by Laura Wolf - I never want to get married (again) and have to plan a real wedding. Holy shit. I got a headache just reading about the fictional planning of one.
London Holiday by Richard Peck - I liked this one. Even though I could kind of tell what was going to happen, the characters are likeable and I was actually caught by surprised by something that happened at the end. I kind of feel foolish I missed it. But, props to author for that one.
Almost finished with High Maintenance by Jennifer Belle - Interesting main character but I'm getting annoyed with the douchebag boyfriend and I'm waiting for the shoe to drop. As I get more annoyed I read faster (re: skim) so I can hurry up and get to the end.
It's rare for me to Not finished a book, even if I don't like it. The only time in recent memory I have done that is with Anna Kourina (I know prolly mispelled that). Damn if I didn't try hard to like the highly praised "classic" but my god was it a total bore. And such a wordy bore! I gave up after 100 pages. Classic my ass.
My next book, which I'm about 35 pages into is Invisible Monsters by Chuck Palahniuk. Chuck is in my top five of authors. I am anxiously awaiting the film adaptation of Choke to come out next month. If you like things on the more dark and sinister side, I highly recommend checking him out.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
And now you know too. A lot of arm.
I've been working ALOT this past three weeks and it seems like even my dream life is taking a toll. I should have had a crazy sexy dream about doing it with Phelps in the Olympic pool as cameras rolled and people cheered and then crowned with his eight gold medals when it was all said and done with. But instead? We cuddle.
Doesn't seem fair. Damn you dreaming brain. Give me something better next time.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Lots of hugs on a daily basis...
The animals have always gotten along... more or less. The cats, in their true nature, love to torment poor Logan. He's big, so he doesn't move so fast, so they use that to their advantage. But, in his older age, I have caught him and Mystique snuggling up together. Some day I will be able to snag a picture of it. We have come to the conclusion that there will always be some four-legged critter wandering our house, and there will probably be more than one of them.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Band of Outsiders
Sunday, August 17, 2008
The timing of this storm is annoying for me, as we have certain deadlines we have to meet at work this week, and if we miss a whole day of work, it throws a huge monkey wrench in things. And now that I've just been promoted, I'm going to be running around with my head cut off tomorrow, making phone calls galore, trying to schedule everything. AUGH! I'm trying not to stress. But enough of that.
I am participating in my first football fantasy draft this year. I had to pick 3 NFL winners and 1 loser, and 4 college winners and 1 loser. Along with 19 other people, so that meant options got pretty limited pretty quickly. I did absolutely no studying up on it, I just made my picks based on whimsy. Well, that's not totally true. I do know more than I let on...but I'll never let them know that. For example, my first NFL winner pick was the Colts. Because I love Peyton Manning (he's such a nerd athelete and I so admire that). Then I picked Green Bay because I feel like they're going to have a burning desire to win and show that they don't NEED Brett Favre. "Favre? Favre who?" I was tempted to pick the Bills as my loser (sorry Brad!) but then figured with my luck, they'd have a good year. I don't expect to win or even place very high. I think my strategy was just to try not to come in dead last. Time will tell.
Haven't started my new short story yet. Surprise surprise. Maybe if I have a hurricane day I'll have some time to do so. Otherwise, it'll be another long long week of work. Oh, I guess I have a birthday this week, but I don't know if I'll have time to celebrate it in any way. Ho hum.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
You can check out my review of it here. Keep your eye on the site as we are working on an overhaul of the layout and I think you'll like it. It sucks that my vacation is already winding down, but it has been a great and very much needed break from the grind. Tonight, I will hopefully finish up season one of Mad Men and watch the new Burn Notice.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
My father on the other hand, was all about the motown: The Four Tops, The Temptations, Aretha, and anything else from that era. It didn't take long for me to share in my dad's love for this music. We would also sing along to any of the song that came on the radio. There were no Butterfly Kisses at my wedding, it was My Girl all the way. From each of my parents, there is a certain genre of music that I have a deep fondness and love for.
For my brother and I, we picked up on all of these influences and turned them into our own. My brother picked up the bass and mastered that. Later, he also took to playing the drums. His music taste went from rock and roll, to heavy metal, to death metal. My love of metal came right from him. I think I was the only kid in elementary school wearing an Anthrax shirt (thanks to my brother). We listened to new music together and stayed up late on Saturday nights to watch Headbanger's Ball and record our favorite videos. For most of my life, my ears were filled with Scott Ian's guitar, James Hetfield's voice, Cliff Burton's bass, and Vinnie Paul's drums.
When I reached fifth grade, we had the choice to learn how to play an instrument. I managed to pick the least feminine instrument a girl could play: the trumpet. But, I loved it. I dare say, I was kinda good at it. Even though I received countless dirty looks on the bus when I had to sit with someone, band was worth it. We had fun at practices, concerts, and getting for our NYSSMA solos. I learned how to read music, how each instrument was crucial to one piece of music, and developed my appreciation for jazz (thanks to Mr. Rowe in elementary school). But, once the high school years came around, my interest in playing took a hard hit. After a fight with my parents and then with my band teacher, I packed away my trumpet and started the four most miserable years of my life.
I was still a metal head, thought I opted for jeans and a band shirt instead of the 80s/early 90s metal chick attire of skin tight jeans, a tattered t-shirt worn off the shoulder, sneakers, and over-processed hair. The grunge scene started up and I fell into the Soundgarden/Alice in Chains group. A bit more hard and noisy than Pearl Jam or Nirvana. I went to a lot of concerts in high school: Ozzy, Metallica, Aerosmith, Soundgarden, Megadeth, Biohazard/Sepulture/Panters (free tickets and backstage passes made this one of the best concerts I've ever been too), among many other club shows I can't remember.
Always sticking to my metal roots, bands like Red Hot Chili Peppers, Beastie Boys (though I always liked them growing up), Weezer, and Nine Inch Nails were catching my attention. A different kind of noise and a different kind of rock. NIN made its way into my regular cd rotation and I traveled to Buffalo to see them live for the first time. Almost getting crushed during March of the Pigs aside, it was one of the best best concerts I've been to. There has always been something in the way Trent wrote and composed his music that reached a part of me that no other music has. Struggling with my inner demons, NIN has given me an outlet like nothing else.
Many years later, in a new age bracket (plus being a wife and mom), NIN is still my number one. My iPod has every release they've done and barely has room for much else. Nowadays, I have strayed from the mainstream and have started delving more into indie music. Along with NIN, my iPod contains, just to list a few: Lacuna Coil, Jane's Addiction, The Twilight Singers, She & Him, Saul Williams, The Sounds, Reel Big Fish, and the most recent addition of Spiritualized. I saw NIN for the second time about two and a half years ago, right on my birthday. I hadn't realized it until Trent addressed the crowd, but it had been 10 years since they had been in western NY. NIN was just as good, if not better, than the first time I saw them. I took my usual concert stance: close to the stage, off to the side leaning against the barricade, singing/yelling along, and letting every single beat wash over me. It had been since that NIN show that I'd seen a band live when my friend Jason asked if I wanted to go see his favorite band in Buffalo, Spiritualized. It was just as good as either NIN show I had been to, and on a much smaller scale. I can very much see why they are Trent's favorite band, as they are creeping up into my current top five.
Where is all of this going? I don't know. I had been thinking about all of this as I was painting our bedroom and watching/listening to Beside You in Time. Yup, I will probably be 50 years old, still blasting my car radio and rocking out while the kids in the next car over laugh and say, "Ha ha, nice try grandma!" And I will smile and say, "You don't even know."
It makes me wonder just how much these rabbits swim, because after a good afternoon rainstorm, that marshy area gets pretty darn flooded.
The ones in the backyard don't spook to easily. Though they will pay very close attention to you if you happen to be stalking them with a camera...
So they are kind of cute, but I prefer my snugglebunnies...all five of them. I'll post proud parent pics of them soon enough. Though it can be awfully tiring cleaning their litter boxes and cages...every two to three days. I'm a slave to bunny poop!
In other news, I had a wicked wicked dream the other night and I'm totally inspired to write a short story based on it. If I do, I mean, when I do, it'll be the first piece of fiction I've written in at least five years. I can't wait. Hopefully I will get a chance to start writing it this weekend....
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
This isn't the best shot, but the Snapdragons are growing nice and tall and making their presence known...
What I am really proud of are the two containers I have packed with Zinnias...
Every time I walk out the front door and see them, I feel like I have accomplished something. Hopefully I can continue the green thumb trend from here on out. It's funny to go down to Florida where everything is so much more tropical (big leaves, lots and lots of green) from up here in NY where everything is colorful and more... small.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Coming home late last night, I almost stepped on another frog or toad in the driveway. I took a pic with my cell phone, but it came out really dark. He was kind of big and ugly, so my guess, per my guide book, is a giant toad. Glad I didn't touch him...the guide says he's toxic if eaten by animals and the skin secretions can inflame human eyes.
Hey there! Welcome to a different kind of project. This blog is a bit of a brainstorm between myself, Nicki, and my nearest and dearest friend, Mary. The main difference is that I live in Upstate New York and Mary lives in Florida. We are very similar, and also very different, but one thing that always brings us together is our desire to be creative. This blog is going to be a place where we can play with that creativity and discuss whatever is happening in our ends of the country. So we hope you like it and that you'll come back often! Here we are...