And I was doing so good, too!
But, I had hand surgery yesterday, which leaves me typing one handed right now, and in quite a bit of pain. I had a ganglion cyst in my wrist that was fairly big and had attached itself to my joint - so the doctor not only removed that, but cleaned out my joints. I'm in a cast. Boooooo.
Oh - and the best part? I'm allergic to my pain meds. So I'm itching all over the place. YAY.
I hope to take the weekend and resume on Monday. It'll still be one handed, so you'll have to forgive me for any typos.
Have a great weekend!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Day 14 - a non fiction book...
This is non-fiction, right? Even though some of the character's names were changed to protect them, it is still a true story. I am currently reading this book - and I'm only in Italy right now - but I'm in love with what I've read so far. I love the way she writes, I'm definitely going to have to check out her other books after this. Anyone seen the movie yet?
Monday, September 6, 2010
Day 13 - A Fictional Book
As in, a favorite? Because I just did that a few days ago - scroll down. I'll just post the most recent fictional book I've read:
It was great - it was also semi-weird, in an overly spiritual way with a storyline involving stigmata (don't let this scare you away - it really is a great book, I swear).
Here is the book description from Amazon.com:
In this disarming debut, Brian Strause has written a vastly entertaining novel about an American family transfixed by a series of mysterious events. From a comfortable suburb of Columbus, Ohio, emerges a story of rebellion, faith and hope, bridging the cultural gap between those who believe in miracles and those who wish they could.
Monroe Anderson–as quiet on the outside as he is sardonic and alive on the inside–has spent most of his eighteen years trying to fly beneath the radar. If he can remain invisible, he believes, his sadistic older brother, a rising golf star, might not torment him, his workaholic father, a renowned litigator, might not notice him long enough to be disappointed, and his mother might not have to struggle so hard to find a hopeful word. The only people who glimpse the real Monroe are his girlfriend, Emily, and his eleven-year-old sister, Annika.
On the night of his senior prom, Monroe finds Annika floating facedown in the family pool. He dives in and rescues her, but not quickly enough to prevent her from slipping into a coma. As the family copes with this crisis, Monroe’s mother turns to religion, his father turns to liquor, and Monroe himself must decide what’s worth believing in, what’s worth fighting for, and, finally, who he wants to be.
By turns humorous and heartbreaking, personal and sweeping, familiar and extraordinary, Brian Strause’s mesmerizing novel takes readers on an unforgettable emotional journey into America’s heartland.
It was great - it was also semi-weird, in an overly spiritual way with a storyline involving stigmata (don't let this scare you away - it really is a great book, I swear).
Here is the book description from Amazon.com:
In this disarming debut, Brian Strause has written a vastly entertaining novel about an American family transfixed by a series of mysterious events. From a comfortable suburb of Columbus, Ohio, emerges a story of rebellion, faith and hope, bridging the cultural gap between those who believe in miracles and those who wish they could.
Monroe Anderson–as quiet on the outside as he is sardonic and alive on the inside–has spent most of his eighteen years trying to fly beneath the radar. If he can remain invisible, he believes, his sadistic older brother, a rising golf star, might not torment him, his workaholic father, a renowned litigator, might not notice him long enough to be disappointed, and his mother might not have to struggle so hard to find a hopeful word. The only people who glimpse the real Monroe are his girlfriend, Emily, and his eleven-year-old sister, Annika.
On the night of his senior prom, Monroe finds Annika floating facedown in the family pool. He dives in and rescues her, but not quickly enough to prevent her from slipping into a coma. As the family copes with this crisis, Monroe’s mother turns to religion, his father turns to liquor, and Monroe himself must decide what’s worth believing in, what’s worth fighting for, and, finally, who he wants to be.
By turns humorous and heartbreaking, personal and sweeping, familiar and extraordinary, Brian Strause’s mesmerizing novel takes readers on an unforgettable emotional journey into America’s heartland.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Day 12 - Something I'm OCD About...
I'm really not that OCD about anything, that I can think of, with the exception of my appearance. I don't leave the house without make up. Ever. I just can't do it. Well, I can...I just don't want to. I try to always be precisely put together and look nice. But I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing...
That's all I can think of - I don't obsessively wash my hands, or opening and closing a door a certain amount of times before I can leave the room...
That's all I can think of - I don't obsessively wash my hands, or opening and closing a door a certain amount of times before I can leave the room...
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Day 11 - A Photo of Me Recently
Here I am in Vegas in June with the Mister and some of our closest friends.We had just had an amazing dinner at Tao. Unfortunately, this was the only happy night we had there, the next morning we got the call that the Gus Man had passed away.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Day 10 - A Photo of Me from 10 years (or more!) ago
Sheesh, since I'm at work, this took some time to dig up, and I was limited in my choices, so here goes.
That's me - all the way to the right, sitting with the black top on next to the girl with the crimped hair (I bet you hate this pic, don't you Tracy?!). This was my freshman year of college spring break! We were in Fort Lauderdale, FL. And yes, my hair is in an "updo." What the hell?!
That's me - all the way to the right, sitting with the black top on next to the girl with the crimped hair (I bet you hate this pic, don't you Tracy?!). This was my freshman year of college spring break! We were in Fort Lauderdale, FL. And yes, my hair is in an "updo." What the hell?!
Day 9 - a day late! - a photo I took...
Here's a photo I took! And this is a funny one. My husband and I went to Cancun in March and kept every glass from all of our tropical drinks by the pool. This was our tally at the end of the week.
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