They need to have “lists” in the category section for blogs /nod.
– -  People keep telling me that I’d absolutely love  by Ani DiFranco.   I can’t stand Ani DiFranco.   Just because I like female vocalists AND folk music, and sometimes play it, doesn’t mean I like Ani DiFranco.  It’s like saying that, because I’ve got blonde hair, I should love the beach.  IMHO, she’s everything that’s wrong with female musicians from the 90’s.

– – The Acquirement of previously mentioned piano has been put on hold, as I’m waiting to actually re-arrange my living room.  And, I need another couch before I do that.

– – I <3 peanut butter brownie ice cream.

– – Now that I’m working in an office environment, my glasses no longer need weekly adjustmentation.  And, yes, I just made that word up.  Deal.

– – When I finally “got” that it was time to leave Matt, I was listening to “Don’t Get Your Back Up” by Sarah Harmer.  If you haven’t heard it, you should.

It’s late now
And there’s only four hours ’til I get up again
You know I’d wait somehow
If I thought this was something
That a little time would mend
You, you’re dragging this misery on
Let’s leave this thing for a while
It’s too far gone
Too far gone

Don’t get your back up over this
If I’m so wrong and you’re so right
You really got your mind made up I guess
Won’t you let me get some sleep
Won’t you let me get some sleep
Won’t you let me get some sleep tonight
So, yeah, 2nd verse and chorus, and the song is awesome.  Sometimes, leaving isn’t just the right decision.  It’s the only one.

 

– – I’m slowly getting my confidence back.  While shopping at Bath and Body works this week, I sang along, out loud, to the music, not caring if anyone heard me.  I haven’t done that in years.  So, maybe I’ll be able to give myself another chance at singing at church, sans podium

– – Brodie’s doing great in school.  He’s at the top of his class, and way more chill this year than last.  He was sick this past Wednesday, though.  Poor guy.

– – I’ve gained 5 lbs since I’ve started my new job at Merillat.  That’s a problem.  I need to not gain weight.  So, next month, I’m going to start working out at the CFC, because it’s cheaper than the YMCA.    Plus, there’s a bowling alley there, and I think Brodie would love bowling.

– – Water bottles are horrible for the environment.  I know this.  But, I also know that they were keeping my diet on track.    I would drink about 5 per day (yeah, probably an unhealthy amount of water), and not eat as much because there was no room, but what I WOULD eat would be healthy and good.  Water; Nature’s diet pill.

– – Because I know Christy is going to tease me about it…last night, I had a date.  And, no, you’re not going to hear about it.    Suffice it to say, original plans were botched, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy was watched, and pizza was had.  And he was gone by 11pm.  See, I’m still pure!

– – I’ve recently been used as a mouthpiece.  The offending party has been forgiven, but, because he needs to be humilated (and because he reads this blog), I’m going to post this here, because, well, like he said, I’m blunt. 
Now, normally, I don’t get into someone else’s “fight” voluntarily.  And this was no different.  I had a friend invite me to lunch a while back, and he brought his brother.  Before we sat down, said friend “warned me” that I my snarkiness may be needed.    So, we sat, and ordered.
Now, I don’t know if my friends brother was born a freaking moron, or what, but, he was swinging from the shattered remains of what was my last nerve within the first 5 minutes.  And I told him so, repeatedly.  Asking such wonderful questions as “So, yeah, how often do you eat lead-based paintchips?” or “Do you run into the wall headfirst, for fun?”.  Along with the classic “How can you possibly be this stupid?”  It is for occasions like this when I want to bring along that head juicer thing Zaphod wore in HHGTTG when he lost his second head to Humma Kavula.

I dropped Brodie off at school 2 hours ago.  I came home, made some Kool-Aid, and did a little bit, not a lot, of cleaning.

It’s weird.  I woke him up early, and we had an early-morning talk about how the day was going to go, how excited he was to go back to school, and that he’s got to act appropriate.  (Meaning, no fit throwing, no telling Mrs. Isley that he’s in charge, none of it.)  So, we got up, he had breakfast (puffed brown rice with Nestle Quick on it instead of sugar.  It’s got a slight amount of nutrition in it.), we watched Transformers Cybertron on Cartoon Network, we got dressed, brushed our teeth, said a little prayer, and got into the truck, and headed off to school.  (Yay, run-on sentences!!)  We got in the truck just in time for Brodie to see the local bus go by (we’re in the Adrian school district, and I take him to Sand Creek, because, well, it’s better.  Neener.), and we had a big talk all the way there about how I’m his bus ride to school, but he takes the bus to Rachel’s house after school, and I’ll pick him up after work.

We get to school, I look to see if there’s any other paperwork I need to fill out, and he sees his little friend, Katie, and they talk, and goof off.  I see all of the teachers he had the year before, and meeting with his aide.  Then, his other friend, Kaitlin, walked in, they shared a hug, and talked for a few minutes.  Finally, we walked down to his class.  I have got to say, I am SO much happier leaving him in Mrs. Isley’s capable hands than I was last year with Mrs. Reist.  I am at ease.

And, also, I’m lonely.  It will go away on Thursday when I start my new job, but, still.  I miss watching dumb cartoons.  I miss playing silly games.  I miss playing Battleship.  (which does not count as a silly game.  It’s a preparer for learning Risk.  Don’t even give me that look.)  I miss reading with him.  I miss walking to the library.  I miss going for walks at the Christian Family Center, which is right down the street.

I miss him.  *sigh*.  And I go get to pick him up in 1 hour

It’s a sad thing, to end a book that you don’t want to put down. It’s worse when there’s a whole series of them, and they finally end, in the way you thought was perfect….but they’re still over.

I read The Bone Doll’s Twin, and reviewed it a while back, so I won’t go into it here. Then, I read Hidden Warrior, and forgot to review it, so I’ll have to read it again and do so.

So, the county library didn’t have The Oracle’s Queen. So, I went to Walden Books and bought it, because I HAD TO read it. This book kept me up until all hours of the night. I just couldn’t put it down!

Ok, it sounds a little far-fetched and weird. There are gender issues going on in these books. There’s also “Evil for the sake of Good” issues. However, they aren’t sugar-coated, and they aren’t made to be something else.

What I love about Lynn Flewelling’s writing is how real her characters are. You want to join them in battle, you want to cheer for their victories, you want to give them a hug when they’re troubled…it’s just great writing.
And, I mentioned this before, I LOVE how, as a fantasy writer, she broaches the subject of sex. See, I read a lot of sci-fi and fantasy novels. Most of them are porn with a fantasy/sci-fi wrapper. You read things about throbbing manhoods, heaving bosoms, warm wetness, and other euphamisms for penis, vagnia, and breasts. Because, you know, we can’t have too many words for those things.
She writes it as what it is. Sex as a subject, between two people, especially two young people, is akward, embarrassing, and weird. And she writes that whole thought process perfectly. It gets weirder if you really love the person. And, not like I’ve had it happen to me, but apparently it’s WAY weirder if one of the two of you, who used to share in brotherly love (not sex), was burned by the fire of the Gods and had the “shell” of her male body burnt off her and became a girl. See, I write it, and it seems absolutely weird. Lynn Flewelling writes it? Pure genius. Absolutely.
I recommend her books highly. Even if you’re not into fantasy books.

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Now, for the life stuff.
First, I’m in full-on stress-out mode. I don’t know if my wallet was stolen or I lost it, but it’s been missing since Thursday. I’m on full-out stress mode. So, if you call me, and I’m jittering like a methhead, you know why.

Second, I’ve been talked into learning the piano for a project. After a friend visited my house the other night, listening to me sing along to the “Guns ‘N Roses” radio on Rhapsody, she, and her boyfriend, convinced me that I need to learn how to play their songs on the piano and sing them. I mean, if you think about it, it’s not so far-fetched. I mean, Axl played piano. However, if I want to record it, the problem is getting the rights to do so. And, well, I’m broke.

And, finally, in good news, I have a new job, starting Tuesday. I will be working at Merillat here in Adrian. They manufacture kitchen cabinetry, and I’ll get to be a geek all day long.

And, that’s everything for today