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She blinded him with whiteness - 2008-07-25
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9:08 a.m. - 2008-01-24
Looking at the b-day pic at Steph's I realized again that I have reeeeeeeeally big boobs. This is apropos of nothing, btw, it's just that the girls are so everyday normal to me and seeing how outré and outsized they are to the folk looking at me is odd. Cue Igor: "What hump?" Made Wolf take a mental health day yesterday. The kid has been tearing it up at school for the last couple of weeks. Effort above and beyond. Damn proud of him, but he was wearing himself to a frazzle. I figured a day off to sleep in and be chill would be a good thing before his stress level spiked and he had a meltdown. Seemed to be the correct thing, we had fun and he went off to school this morning looking happy and calm. He's been a little peaky and wan and suddenly all of his jeans are way too short too so throw in a mid-winter growth spurt and this was one boy in need of some rest. I need an eye exam and a stronger prescription, at least the bifocal part. Reading is uncomfortable and crocheting isn't much easier. I have my task light turned up so high my scalp is getting tan. The super-bright light is the only thing keeping the print from getting swimmy. At least I can read so that's a mercy. There's been times when my 'scrip was so off I couldn't focus at all. What have I been reading? Like everyone else in the known universe, Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. 'Eat' went quick. 'Pray' was a struggle for the first dozen pages, I was as bogged down reading about her meditation struggles as she was going through them. 'Love' cracked me up and seemed to end rather abruptly, but the sequel should make up for that. I'm inspired by the short bite approach of the book. I am not inspired to run away from home and search for myself. Which seems to be the typical reaction amongst my friends. I like my life, thankyouverymuch. I have love. I have purpose. And the last fricken thing I need is to eat my way into an additional 30 pounds. Then there was Mommies Who Drink by Brett Paesel. Another fun romp written in short takes. Very Los Angeles in its viewpoint. Which makes sense since the book is set there and was written by an actress. I can never quite put my finger on what makes Hollywood types different from non-show biz folk, but I know it when I read it. Perhaps it's something as simple as the cadence of their speech. If you think writing shouldn't necessarily reflect the writer's geography all you have to do is read some blogs. We're all speaking American English but I can tell a Midwesterner from a Southerner from a NYer in a hot minute. Can't you? And it's not just idiom. I know for myself there's a definite vaudevillian backbeat to my writing. I don't bother to physically write them in very often, but you guys know where the rim shots are. Bah dump dum. Other reads have been comfort food re-reads. I always have a Harry Potter going (currently: OotP). I started the Clan of the Cave Bear series again too. I'm getting ready for a good Stephen King spree but haven't decided where to start. I rather overdid the Gunslinger stories some months back and think I need some Castle Rock. Which is not the same as Schoolhouse Rock. Something Wolf has been into recently, much to my delight. '3 is a Magic Number' is my fave, what's yours? I'm having lunch with my sweetie today. Please don't tell Mick. Heh. Seriously we are going to have lunch and today's 13 degree temp means no picnic in the park. Lunch venues are limited to the pizza place or one of two delis. I'm leaning toward a deli. Despite the cold a good corned beef on rye sounds yummy. But then again the steamy warmth of the pizzeria would be wonderful for my thoroughly chilled old bones.
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