Thursday, March 26, 2009
The results proved the clear winner as: She loved a man who could appreciate a new pair of shoes, even if she thought he might like to try them on himself.
Hopefully it won't be too long before someone picks up the story, publishes it and you can read all 90,000 words of the book!
Thanks again for voting!
Monday, March 23, 2009
I watch very little television, and if it weren’t for DVR, I’d watch practically none. But one show I never miss is Friday Night Lights. Now nearing the end of its third season, this amazingly well-written show almost didn’t make it on this year but loyal fans—including someone at DirectTV—managed to revive it for another season. I couldn’t be happier.
Loosely based on the movie (which was based on the novel) and set in fictional small town Dillon, Texas, the show sports an ensemble cast of actors you’ve probably never seen before but who work so well together. Along with being perfectly cast, it’s also the best written show by far. With characters you care about and relevant subject matter, it’s become a great show for me to watch with my teenage sons. Last week’s episode included teenage sex and every episode shows teens drinking. They don’t preach about it or condone it, but the shows open up great dialog between me and my boys. And there’s just enough high school football in it to tie in to the movie/book.
If you don’t watch it, you can see full episodes on Hulu.com or rent the videos. I think you’ll agree that it’s great television.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
As she slowly turned toward Henry, he noticed her slender cheekbones, her perfect skin, smooth and lacking in the freckles that mottled the faces of the other girls at the school. But most of all he noticed her chestnut-brown eyes. For a brief moment Henry swore he smelled something, like jasmine, sweet and mysterious, lost in the greasy odors of the kitchen. (page 19)
Monday, March 9, 2009
Friday, March 6, 2009
2. Blog about volunteering at the elementary school.
3. Pluck my eyebrows. They look a bit uneven.
5. Interview a client for a story. It's so hard to act interested when all you really want to do is take a nap.
6. Let my child feed the dog unsupervised. I had to clean up a trail of Kibble she laid out for him beginning at the stair landing and ending up at his bowl in the kitchen.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Last week we had a discussion (prompted by the morning drive-time radio show) about what we should give up for Lent. I mused about previous years:
Me: So far I’ve given up chocolate, tea and soda. Not sure what I should give up this year…
Jacob: I’m not giving up anything. Jesus already died so I don’t have to give up stuff.
Ben: I’m giving up soda. And candy.
Me: (thinking of my future lower dental bills) Good idea, Ben.
Jacob: (to me) Why don’t you give up reading?
Danny: (apparently half-listening) Then she’ll turn blue and pass out.
Me: He said reading, not breathing. (But really, for me, pretty much the same thing.) Maybe I’ll give up fast food. Or Coke. Or just Coke at Sonic.
As a side note: I’ve given up fast food. And don’t miss it one bit. Except for Saturday when I bought Ben Chick-fil-A for breakfast after his soccer game. The chicken minis were calling for me…
Last night on the way to Jacob’s guitar lesson, then to Ben’s baseball practice. Someone brought up The Vagina Monologues.
Me: Oh, one of Joan’s relatives invited her to a performance in Dallas this week.
Jacob: Have you been to one?
Me: No and the funny thing is, Joan’s son Austin responded Yes to the RSVP.
Jacob: Austin wanted to go? Does he even know what a vagina is?
Me: He’s your age. I’m pretty sure he does.
Jacob: What are The Vagina Monologues?
Me: It’s just some woman sitting on a stage talking about woman stuff, I guess.
Ben: (finally commenting from the back seat—in his best ‘vagina voice’) Hello. It’s me. I’m itchy.
Remind me to check my insurance policy. I’m not sure I should be driving with my children in the car anymore.