Thursday, October 30, 2008

A Little One

So tomorrow is Halloween, which is always at the top of my list for favorite pointless holidays. I adore dressing up, for any occasion, and Halloween is like...the Oscars of dress up. I haven't made a sweet costume this year, I'm just digging through the box of old stuff, looking for a repeater.

The kids are going to be so adorable!! I'm putting their costumes on them today, and taking a billion pictures, so hopefully I'll get at least one good one of each of them. We'll see how well that goes.

While I love this place, home of my first blog, I've really spent a lot more time on my novel.

(Hahahahahahaha, I don't think I could say that out loud without cracking a smile, and probably giggling too. It sound so pretentious for some reason!)

So when I get free time, I'm trying to put it towards getting some pages down. But I am going to attempt keeping up with this one as well, so don't forget about it! ;)

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Robsession

I think I need help. I've seriously become totally obsessed lately with Robert Pattinson. I know, I know, so is almost every woman who has read Twilight and is desperately waiting the movie's opening on November 21. But mostly those women love Edward, and would be equally obsessed with anyone who played the part.

Personally, I never fell in love with Edward. He really was too perfect, almost obnoxiously so. He's like a manic-depressive immortal, until he falls in love with Bella, and then he's a super control freak. Until Bella defies him, and then he's got too much self-control. I mean, they never even have a fight. Maybe that's my age kicking in, (it is a young adult book), but that's how I feel. I like Edward, don't get me wrong. But I've loved many other leading men in other stories quite a bit more. (Mr. Darcy anyone?)

But Rob is delish. Period. He's awkward and smart, and has the most amazing singing voice, plays guitar and classical piano, and that accent doesn't hurt either. And let's not even talk about the "magical unicorn forest". Those of you who are similarly obsessed know what I'm talking about.

Okay, just had to get that out to avoid immediate implosion due to his adorableness.


If you share a similar Robsession, you'll probably want to check out
Robert Pattinson Life

Friday, October 24, 2008

On Writing

So I had a few entries here on writing, but obviously they aren't here any more.

That's because I moved them!

I started a new blog, On Writing, to detail my journey of writing and publishing a book. (FINALLY!)

So go ahead and check it out!

Click below:
On Writing

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

The Big Clean

It's so amazing to me to look back and see how totally different, and yet very much the same I am now, as an adult, compared to when I was a kid. I guess I should say child so no one reminds me that kids are baby goats, but it seems somehow...pretentious?...to refer to oneself as a child. Maybe that's just stuck in my head since I've been reading Robert Jordan, but there it is, one way or another.

There are very few people, outside of my family, who have known me long enough to witness both sides of this difference/sameness. And all of those people are either my closest friends, or people who didn't actually know me, then or now. I have no idea if my friends think I've changed or not, I'll have to ask them soon. I know for a fact that my acquaintances who were considered friends at the time would think I've changed completely. Those who were too cool to know me then are mostly still too cool to talk to me now.

(Thank God.)

My recent manic organizing/minimizing is just one point that brought this change, or lack of, to my attention. Here's one example: the first half of my life was spent obsessively keeping anything and everything that had a memory attached to it. For someone like me, who pretty much attaches a memory to everything, that meant that by the time I reached high school, I had a room packed to overflowing with what was mostly junk. Thinking back specifically to my freshman year, and the first time I brought a boy over and let him into my room...I shudder to now to recall how it must have looked to him.

Just getting the open in the first place was impossible. The carpet was invisible, because there was a layer of clothes and other miscellaneous junk covering ever square inch. Every available space was loaded down with more stuff, and that included my double bed. Only half of it was left clear for me to sleep on, the half piled high with clothes, papers, books....you get the idea.

But somewhere along the way, I just decided to be organized. I discovered a long dormant desire to have a place for everything, and put everything in it's place. It's funny for me to feel the sense of satisfaction I get from being organized. I giggle when I boast to my friends about my newly organized closet, because I know how funny it must sound to hear the pride in my voice...and yet I cannot help it, because I really to feel like I've done something great.

I suppose my friends really aren't that surprised to hear me bragging about cleaning out the downstairs room in a 10-hour marathon with my husband, or being excited about the shelf organizers I picked up from Target. They think pretty much everything out of my mouth is funny for one reason or another.

I guess some things don't ever change.