Thursday, July 30, 2009

New Look!

so with a new look to my blog I'm going to try and post a little more often. Though i'm not making promises... mainly because i don't think i have that much to say.

So over the fourth of July my mom was here and it was fantastic. I miss her so much and although I know she's happy where she is (at least thats whats she telling me) I do miss her a lot more than I tend to think. I'm a total mommy's girl. Seriously, I was thinking back on it and all growing up I totally cried for my mom at all sorts of things.

(my grandpa, my mom, me and great-grandma Anna)

Anywho, back to the point, while she was here I decided to ask my INCREDIBLY talented cousin Wendy, who is a photographer to take some family pictures of David, Me and my Mom. My mom and I haven't had a family picture done since I was 12, so for a while. We went to murray park during the 3 hours of sunshine that was going to be out that day and took some fantastic pictures.

Wendy was so surprised that my mom would actually climb in the tree... lol!
Only to have my mom retort with "I'm climbed more trees than all of you". It was truely a very good day. It was nice to have a picture of my little side of the family.

David making his "GQ" face. One of my favorite pictures.

Although I didn't get to spend as much time with my mom as I would have liked, At this point a daughter can't be picky. And then of course, because Wendy is SO awesome, she had all the pictures edited and put onto a cd in less than a day. So then I did my Scrapbooking thing and this is what came out.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009


dang it!

This morning I was rummaging through David's desk trying to see if I put my car title in there, but we have yet to unpack all the files from his desk (yes after being here two months, we are STILL not unpacked). Not finding the files I moved on, hoping to find it in that safe place i know i put it so that it wouldn't get ruined and I'd remember where I put it, that i seemed to have forgotten.

Then at work, David calls sounding a little ascared.
husband: "Why were you looking in the bottom drawer of my desk?"
I explained that i was looking for the car title.
husband: "did you see anything?"
wife: "no? why was there something in there for me?"
husband: "Yes, but i'm moving it"
wife: *growling* "I should have payed more attention"

My birthday is in a few days, and although i really don't like to know what i'm getting for my birthday, now i'm intrigued. Though i won't go rummaging through the house trying to find it, now i'm going to be wondering what on earth he didn't want me to see.

Curse my curiosity!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Books, Books, and more Books!

I'm not going to hide it. I read Teen Romance novels. Most times I find them as adorable fluff that makes me laugh. But what I don't like is the current Vampire craze that seems to be hitting everywhere. Now I love Twilight, as much as the next person, but seriously people! There are other books. Other fantasy books BESIDES Twilight and even Harry Potter.

For example, my personal favorite author, even above the beloved JK Rowling, is Meg Cabot. Now she is most well known for her Princess Diaries series, but what most don't know is that she has written some amazing fantasy books. And not one of them has vampires or wizards in them (though admittedly one does have a witch, but still.) And what I really respect about her, is that she has read all of the aforementioned books, and still refuses to write books about vampires, werewolves and wizards. There are other genres in the fantasy category.

My Personal suggestion for anyone looking to explore the fantabulous Meg Cabot, is to start with the Mediator series. The first book is called "Shadowland". They are by far my favorite teen lit series of the year.

Taken from
"The inaugural installment of The Mediator series introduces high school sophomore Suze, who, in her words, has "this unfortunate ability to communicate with the dead." As a "mediator," the girl helps ghosts put unresolved issues to rest so they can move on to the next world. When her mother remarries, Suze moves from New York City to California, where she and her three stepbrothers attend a Catholic academy headed by a priest. Conveniently, the priest is also a mediator (the first of her kind that Suze has ever met). During the course of this rather repetitious and intermittently sluggish caper, Suze encounters two ghosts: a handsome young man from the 19th century who haunts her bedroom and a girl who was a student at the academy until she killed herself when Bryce, her boyfriend, broke up with her. As Suze attempts to protect Bryce from the angry apparition's wrath, the ghostly girl grows determined to get revenge on both her former beau and Suze. Suze finally resorts to an exorcism to get rid of her. As a narrator this teen is a bit too tough-talking and cocky to be credible. Still, the intriguing premise of a 16-year-old with a sixth sense may stand more than a ghost of a chance at snaring teen readers."

If ghosts aren't your thing, but you're into mysteries? Try The Heather Wells Mysteries starting with "Size 12 is Not Fat", followed by "Size 14 is not fat either", and the latest one "Big Boned". They are good, fun reads that keep you guessing the whole way through.

Taken from
Bag the tiara and get out the gun: Heather Wells, former teen idol, turns detective in the cute debut of a new mystery series from bestseller Cabot. After the 20-something Heather's rocker boyfriend dumps her, and her mother and manager flee with her earnings, she becomes an assistant director of an undergraduate residence hall at Manhattan's New York College in hopes of free tuition. When students start to die mysteriously while "elevator surfing" in the building, weight-conscious, romance-obsessed Heather goes on a crazed hunt to uncover the truth—with an unwavering sense of style. As Magda, Heather's dorm cashier friend, says: "Even if the rest of your life is going down the toilet... at least your toes can still look pretty." Cabot delivers Heather's amateur sleuthing adventures in a rapid-fire narrative that may leave some readers begging for time-outs to control sudden laughing fits.

okay now that I have severely plugged Meg Cabot's books. I think I shall be done with it. If there are any questions (assuming someone actually reads this) let me know. I've read the books lots, and can tell you most anything about them.