I WAS asleep.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I WAS asleep.
Monday, April 27, 2009
(also, THANKS, Hon! I appreciate it!)
So, sometime this week, I need to post another review (I've had this book for at least a month ... but there wasn't any due date. The Noticer, however, is available for sale starting tomorrow. They requested reviews be posted today to help generate buzz. And, hey! If you like Mitch Ablom books, totally read this one. It's not the bestest book ever in the history of time or anything, but it was good. And I was able to get through it in an evening. Which helped. Since I'm
The Noticer starts with Andy living under a boardwalk in coastal
One evening, his solitude is disturbed by a stranger … a stranger who knows his name and knows that his parents have died. Andy is a little disturbed that this stranger knows all these things about him – how? The stranger describes himself as “a noticer,” he notices details that a lot of people overlook. He helps Andy, among others, to change their perspective in life for the better. This book, more than being about Andy’s change, is about the impact of one’s perspective on one’s life, relationships, and overall happiness.
As I read this book, I enjoyed the ways that Andy Andrews incorporated wisdom that he’s gleaned over his life into this fiction work. At times, it reads almost like a real-life study … especially since the protagonist shares the author’s first name.
Andrews writes characters and ideas that are easy to relate to: an adult left on his own after his parents’ deaths, a married couple at the end of their rope, teenagers wondering about marriage, a man trying to provide his ideal of living for his family …
There are some parallels between Andrews’ writing and some other books that I’ve read in the past. One chapter draws on the ideas from Gary Chapman’s The Five Love Languages. There are also some similarities in tone to Mitch Ablom’s books, which I have also enjoyed.
This is a good allegorical work with some very important life lessons. It’s also a refreshing and enjoyable read. I would definitely recommend it.
I was able to review this as a member of the Thomas Nelson Book Review group: http://brb.thomasnelson.com/
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I'm just saying. My back isn't terribly sore or anything.
And the massage? Total bonus. I think that everyone would be so much better off with a weekly massage to look forward to. Wouldn't you agree?
I'm just saying that *I* don't get free cable or healthcare or gym benefits. And I'm one of the taxpayers.
As I was on the treadmill, listening to my iPod, Bruise and Bucket are bouncing around, "Mommy, you exercising! You walking! You exercising so you feel better!!"
Monday, April 20, 2009
ACK! I should have known that playing all those Facebook games and eating all the food at Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter ... and all the candy from and in-between those holidays was going to catch up with me!
SO, I've started a little exercise regime ... and I'm trying to eat more healthfully. I've done my new resistance-bands workout (I got a set with the three bands on sale at Joe's) twice so far this week. And I used my treadmill today. Got to break in my new playlist I spent a good deal of my sick-day yesterday building. (Note to people: "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen? Awesome song for walking/jogging/running. I'll let you guess what most of my half-house on the treadmill was spent doing.)
That set me off laughing because (1) Michael's uneasy letting the kids listen to PCD (Pussycat Dolls) with their provacative lyrics ... and (2) he OBVIOUSLY wasn't remembering the lyrics in this song ("What you gonna do with all that ***, all that *** inside your jeans?" ... No, I'm NOT going to tell you how I know these lyrics so well. But I will tell you that if you've seen the original BEP music video of "My Humps," that the cover by Alanis Morrisette is right HILARIOUS. Just sayin'.)
I had remarked that I had a virus (the snot-fest that I've mentioned before). I also remarked in my status update that I was feeling lethargic.
One of my friends commented that "That's the pregnancy talking ... did I just tell everyone?"
Funny, sure. Except that people jumped on that. Two of my friends and one of my cousins are all, "Allanna, are you PREGNANT? Are you holding out on us???"
I'm not pregnant. Not at all. (As you can infer from a few paragraphs above, I'm SURE that I'm not pregnant.)
Monday, April 13, 2009
So she and I were stiff-upper-lipping it to each other, saying that we'd get together as soon as we could ... that (from her) would it be okay if she came up next week and (from me) that it's important that she take care of my stepdad, that I'd be okay, that one can help these things.
As I put it to Bri when she called to wish me a happy birthday, "It was a total surprise! I had to button my pants!" (Yes, I had unbuttoned my jeans to paint my nails. Yeah, I need to start walking on the treadmill or something, huh?)
Since Mom and Dad C took the kidlets to Nursery, as Michael and I walked to pick them up (the munchkin brigade, not Mom and Dad ... they had to take off after they took the kids to their class), I joking said to Michael, "Hey, you want to bet that [Bucket]'s first remark will be 'Where's Grandma and Grandpa?'" ... We laughed about it for a sec ... and sure enough, I was completely correct. As if it had been scripted, even!
I was feeling better for a couple days. I think it's gotten a little worse, since Michael and I were staying up so late during the weekend. My bad.
Turn out that it's my (grown-out) haircut ... just with some styling! How funny!
And it's still long enough that I won't have any problems in putting it back into an up-do for my friend's wedding this summer. (I was going to wait to cut my hair until after the wedding ... but I was really tired of my grow-out, so I went for it, knowing that, hey, if it's a little short, I'd still have some time to get used to it/grow it out a little before the wedding.)
Now, just to get over this sinus-thing. Ugh. I think I'm going to mandate naptime today. And it'll be mandatory for ME, too.
That and some time watching the Colin Firth P&P before I have to return it to the library.
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
And, hello!! It's Hodge-Podge from Bones!! I LUFF him!!
(Seriously, a few season ago, I LOVED the exchange between him and Angela -- "Did you just SMELL my HAIR?" It makes me smile.)
But, really, this is a really excellent short film. I like it very, very much.
So I wanted to share it with you.
Monday, April 06, 2009
This weekend, we (mostly meaning Michael):
- installed a water line for the new fridge's ice machine/water spout-thing
- did our taxes
- cleaned our bedroom
- cleaned the living room
- cleaned the stove/oven
- got it so that the oven's more level
- watched some DVDs from the libraries
We watched Fun with Dick and Jane, Horton Hears a Who, ... and we're now on the last disc of season one of Pushing Dasies ... which is REALLY cute.
I have tons of laundry on the bed, waiting for me to fold it. But I'm more than halfway through washing all the dirty clothes. I figure that, after I get the kids to lie down for a nap, I can fold laundry while I watch The Jane Austen Book Club (since it's due back at the library tomorrow) ... and rake another receptical-full of leaves the H out of our yard. And do the dishes (so the kitchen will be almost totally clean. And try and read through a book or two ... And get a shower.
Maybe if we suddenly start raking in the bucks ... and, gosh, if we did, I TOTALLY know how to spend those bucks. I'm so GOOD for the economy, given the chance. ^_^
Saturday, April 04, 2009
"Wook, Mom! Mah pen!s is gone!"
I really have no comment on that one, though it does remind me of a conversation with Bucket from the other day:
I was warning her of what would happen if she got gum in her hair (namely, that we'd have to get it out)
ME: And then we'd have to cut your hair short ...
Bucket: And I'd be a BOY!
Michael and I exchange a look
Michael: Bucket, you would still be a girl.
Me: Your hair length has little to do with your gender, baby. You'd still be a girl. You're never going to be a boy, okay?
I mean, really ... from how much my kids tell me that they're male/female based on the fact that they have an anatomically-correctly-named parts, you'd think that they'd GET things like that. Silly children.
(Well, I wasn't privy to the whole conversations ... so I can only guess at how he put it.)
By the by, Bucket is BEYOND excited to go to school. Poor girl. She's going to be nearly six before she gets to attend, since she's got a winter birthday. I think she'll be beyond thrilled when T and her son and Bruise, Bucket and I do the little preschool-y thing that T proposed doing.
We dusted and put up the curtains that Dianne so nicely passed onto me ... they look so pretty! ... and I went through at least 40 lbs. of magazines. We hung upt clothes, sorted through things, and I rearranged the piles of books on my shelves. It's nice to be able to walk in there now. I have a sinking feeling that we'll be tackling the bathroom (with even MORE piles of magazines that I really WANT to read through ... but never seem to have the time to do!) tomorrow.
Also, I got a pair of pants for Michael -- slacks, brand new, flat-front -- $10 on clearance. Go me. So he had pants to wear to priesthood session, since I had thrown his other slacks (two pairs) into the washer. Oops.
So, yeah ... that's most of what's going on. That and I am AMAZING. I have my friend's bridal shower invites printed off and folded ... Just need to address the envelopes, seal, stamp and send them off. Woot!!