Still No Baby

...and I gotta be honest with you, I can think of little else as I'm constantly focused on trying to become less uncomfortable.

Sigh.

Holy Cats!

And this was 2 weeks ago!



Thank goodness there's only two weeks to go. Oh my.

Booking Blog

Lifted from Booking Through Thursday, a fine blog indeed.

What kind of care do you take of your books? Let's review, shall we?


1. Are you careful with the spines? Or do you crack your books open to make them lay flat?

- NEVER cracking. Have you lost your mind? Just the thought of it is like my bare feet on terra cotta. Yackety-nick-tick!


2. Do you use bookmarks? Or do you dog-ear the corners? If you do use bookmarks, do you use those fashionable metal ones? Or paper?

- Never dog-ear, always bookmarks…stray piece of paper or real bookmarks, makes no matter.


3. Do you write in your books? Ever? If you do, do you make small marks, or write in as much blank space as you can find? Pen or pencil? Highlighter? Your name on the front page?

- I'll write in pencil in small, precise notation. Highlighter hurts me, especially if it's in a color other than yellow. No name.


4. Do you toss your books on the floor? Into bookbags? Or do you treat them tenderly, with respect?

- Usually tossed on the floor, in the purse, bookbag, knitting bag. They are everywhere. No super tenderness imparted but I try to be nice to them.


5. Do you ever lay your book face-down, to save your place?

-Rarely. Makes me uncomfortable.


6. Um--water? Do you bathe with your books? Hold them with wet hands? Read out in the rain? Anything of that sort?

- Yes to the water. I know it's wrong but I'm so in love with the water and the reading that I can't see being submerged and not booking. Sometimes I use the mags in the place of the books, but they are never as satisfying.


7. Are your books lined up on a bookshelf? Or crammed in any which way? Stacked on the floor?

- Lined up on bookshelves and bed side table, stacked on the floor in living room, near the front door for quick pick-up, stacked at the foot of the bed, stacked at the side of the bed, stacked near the tub, usually one or two in the knitting bag and one in the purse.


8. Do you make a distinction--as regards book care--between hardcovers and paperbacks?

-I make every effort possible to not buy hardcover. If I do, I treat them like ugly step-children.

Prince Again

So I'm in love with Prince (as my post last week attests). I was prepping for Prince Sunday with that post and eagerly positioned myself in front of the tv to view the greatness that is him.

WTF? Dude looked BAD. Bad in a way that made me hostile. Wah. Poor me.

On the upside, a guitar is never just a guitar for Prince.

Goodbye Molly

You were quality.

Things I Think About

Sometimes I think about music and Prince comes to mind and I think, why's he got so much funk and talent and why's I got none?

Sometimes, when I'm in the Subway Sub Shoppe, I'm reminded of the time I went there with SK and asked him, "What's the freakin' dealio with all these trains on the walls?"

When I think about things that I should feel badly about, I remember revealing to a party full of people that one of our mutual coworker never washed her hands after using the restroom. That was wrong.

Sometimes I wonder how it is that republicans could be so very wrong and I could be so very right and then I'm reminded that I'm my father's daughter and, whatever the reason, I am indeed, that very right.

When I write my monthly check toward paying off my 30 grand in student loans I wonder whether that degree in philosophy was worth it and I immediately think that it was because otherwise I'd have a degree is some stupid career-minded area of study and would be working in a cube. Then I note for myself that I work in a work station and am relieved.

Sometimes I wonder if it's wrong for me to love Snoop Dogg as much as I do after all, he's behind the evil Girls Gone Wild series and depicts drug use as a good thing. But then I remember that he's so awesome that it couldn't be my fault, even if it is wrong.

Sometimes I think that Diane Sawyer should take a freakin' day off.

I think about how truly stupid it is to wonder whether Barack Obama is "black enough" to be Black. Reminds me of the idiot fights the feminist community continually has about being/failing to be radical enough. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Sometimes I think about when I managed that blues bar in Detroit and I am thankful because I believe that experience allowed me to feel more organically tied to such songs as "You Sexy Mother Fucker", "Brick House" and "Let's Get It On."

Sometimes I think about how my friend SK has a crush on Sara Ramirez (Callie Torres) from Grey's Anatomy and I gotta be proud of myself for having chosen him.

Sometimes I think that my friend SK is a babe.

When I think about how I try to live, I think about how truly exhausting it is to live this way.

Sometimes I think that my desire to be fair gets in the way of any assertion of self and, without that, I'll cease to be sooner or later.

When I want a laugh I think of Kings of Comedy when Cedric the Entertainer talked about calling another man Delicious. I also think of the Queens of Comedy when Laura Hayes tore off her wig and said, "OH NO, MUTHA FUCKA, NOT TODAY!"

Sometimes I think that maybe, just maybe, global warming was brought on by people.

When I think of my favorite places in the world, I think about The Rose Garden in Portland Oregon.

Sometimes I think about being the president, but then I think I'd rather be the pope.

Good and Evil

That which is Evil:

Friday's Crispy Green Bean Fries - Gack!


George Dub.


Hummers


The Da Vinci Code


The Class


People that Advocate the Hitting of Children


Web Nannies


Permanent Markers


Reid's brats





That which is Good:


Sally


Puffins


Margaret Atwood


National Coney Island (evil that they are only in Detroit, but still very, very good)


The Week


Yarn Stores


Our wonderful hopefuls


Cape Coral Florida and Harsen's Island Michigan - Home of my family vacations