I was recently tagged by goldie to list 8 things about myself. I actually felt quite popular. I never get tagged for these things. However, since I'm almost certain that goldie is about the only non-family neighbor of mine that reads my blog, I'm going to let the domino-effect tagging die with me. Without further adieu...
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I have never been so happy with myself as I was when I was pregnant. I managed to avoid nearly all the downsides of pregnancy - no ridiculous weight gain (a little less than 20 lbs.), no stretch marks (no, not one), and no morning sickness. I never felt guilty about eating whatever I wanted, and I think because of that, I had a much healthier mindset about food in general. Plus, if I do say so myself, I looked totally adorable.
- One of my myriad 'dream' jobs would be to be a thief. Not the break-out-your-windows-and-steal-your-TV-while-you're-on-vacation kind of thief. More the tech-savvy-I'm stealing-your-priceless-artwork -and-the-whole-operation-is-going-down-as-I-sit-here-with-you-drinking-champagne -at-your-black-tie-event kind of thief. 'Cause I'm classy.
- I've been away from Arizona for nearly six years, and it no longer feels like home. It makes me a little sad.
- I wish I was born a decade earlier so I could have enjoyed the 80's as a teenager. I would have had the hippest new wave hairdo you ever saw!
- After nearly two years, I think I'm finally OK with the fact that I don't have a job. Most of the time now, I don't even want one.
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I desperately want to go to North Korea and see the Juche Tower for myself. I love Communist art. I wish I would have bought a display of North Korean money while I was in (South) Korea. They were fairly easy to find, but I snubbed them as tourist crap. Now who knows when or even if I'll get back to Korea? Damn my snobby ways!
- I somewhat recently decided to stop letting my fear (and loathing) of math prevent me from pursuing a degree in science. It feels pretty good to do something I want to do instead of something that seems OK, and is made slightly better by the fact that I won't have to do a lot of math. Bite me, math! I will conquer you!
- I often prefer the company of my cat to most people I know.
Here's a picture of my new piercing. Well, it's not so much of the piercing itself. It's more a picture of me, including my new piercing. I got new, smaller jewelry for it, so it looks a lot better.
Those hilarious motherfuckers at cracked.com have summed up my thoughts on that terrible, over-hyped, piece of crap movie, Juno, just about perfectly. You can read their witty-ass article, If Juno was 10 Times Shorter and 100 Times More Honest, here.
And I really think you should.
I know it's lame and boring of me to just put up pictures of my kid without any context - just slap her face up on my Vox because I think she's cute. I don't care, though. I think she's stunning.
There was the greatest PostSecret up Sunday. (I guess it probably still is.) I felt this way, too, when I was pregnant. It really was just awesome.
The sun came out for the first time in well over a week. Maybe two. It was AWESOME! Lu and I went outside. We played at the park. I feel like I came out of hibernation. I think Lucy was pretty happy about it too.
I'm so behind now on my 25 book goal. Shit.
Show us a photo of cherry blossoms in bloom.... Or, if you don't have cherry blossoms where you live, show us a photograph of any flower in bloom!
Trying to get through this latest Moore novel is sucking the life out of me! (Pun intended. Har har.) I actually considered quiting. Just giving up on the book and not finishing it. But that's so hard for me to do, and since I own this book (as opposed to borrowing it from the library), it would be there everyday. Sitting on my bookshelf. Mocking me.
So I've been trudging along at a sloth's pace, rolling my eyes and sighing with every turn of the page.
The problem with this book is the amount of witty banter. Normally that's something that I enjoy. However, when each and every character has some witty, sassy, sarcastic thing to say, it gets old. Also, if they're all that sassy, then none of them has his or her own personality. They're all the same. It's boring. And character development? What character development? They're all either setting-up or delivering the next zinger in an endless succession of zingers. It makes me want to scream.
Now can you please return to writing good books?OK, CHRISTOPHER MOORE! I FUCKING GET IT! YOU ARE WITTY.
