whatcha readin' {book 1} 2016
Furiously Happy: Jenny Lawson
i loved this book.
why did i love it?
because it was
honest - it was so god-damn painfully honest.
and funny - it was so god-damn painfully funny
and yet, right in the middle of
relaying stories
about live-possum-diving-attacks and
the merits of whether
one should
or should not
laminate a cat,
she will suddenly surprise you with a
gut wrenching glimpse
into depression and anxiety...
the way she writes about it is
like a veil being pulled open for a moment
so you can really see the inner workings
of an illness in all it's complexities
which i appreciate.
i will be honest-
and my husband will agree as i read
parts of the book out loud to him-
i identified very closely
with some of her quirks.
(but...we ALL have quirks, right?)
i wrote to my best friend about
partway through the beginning of the book
and told her it was like someone took
parts of her (best friend) and parts of me (me)
and smushed them into a person.
a quirky-weird-things-happen-to-them-
slightly-stabby-does-not-always-do-well-
with-other-people person...
with a fantastic sense of humor, of course.
{i hope that this is not insulting
to the author.
i mean...it shouldn't be...she doesn't even know us! :)
it is intended to be complimentary in a weird
i'm not good at small talk kind of way.
and Jenny, i feel like i can call you jenny now,
since i just spent two weeks with you, but
if you would like to know us,
c'mon down to PEI! we're very fun, except for
the not-always-liking-people bit}
{this would be easier to write if the cats
would stop attacking my scribbler
and making me shout no at them
and making me lose my train of thought}
all in all, i LOVED this book and
would totally recommend...
HAVE recommended already actually...
many times over.
PS...
i have a story that proves that
weird things just happen to me
but i feel like this is long enough already
and if i haven't already lost
the few readers i have,
i am about to shortly.
but really, weird things do happen to me...
and i have a witness this time.
:)
photo-a-day 2016
photos 1-16 (january 2016)
highlights include: waffles from the farmers market, play rehearsals, a walk on the boardwalk, rock n rule, david bowie :(
last year, i tried to do a photo-a-day project...
i think i got about 65 days in
and then lost track.
not being one to let failure stop me
from trying a second time,
welcome to attempt number 2
:)
the intent is not to stress about
taking a perfect photo...
the intent is take a photo each day
that represents
something about that day,
about that week, about my life...
which makes me think each day
about what part of the day
i should try to capture.
and the truth is
sometimes i forget
and there will may be a random
snap taken with my phone
of a can of diet coke
or my socks at 11:32 pm...
and most of them
will be taken with my phone,
cause that's what I have closest to me.
and some won't even be pretty...
they'll just be a
tiny reminder to me
of something
that meant something
in 2016.
friday i'm in love...
with finding photos of sunsets interspersed
with wedding photos and grad photos and
baby belly photos...
sunsets you had forgotten you had witnessed...
with 60% off sales racks...and the skirt
that i had been eyeing for months
but wouldn't pay full price for
was on the rack today!
with this music video...and really, the song too...
my kids laugh because i still listen to what does the fox say
by choice
but little do they know...i have the whole album on a
playlist in google music :)
this cover of Roxette's "must have been love"
normally hearing Roxette is the equivalent of nails on
the chalkboard of my memory because
i worked at a record store when Look Sharp came out
and we had to play that tape
12
hours
a
day...no word of lie....12 hours...
so...yes...it grates on my nerves now...
but can i also just say, how did i NOT know about kathleen edwards?
this girl can write...and had me in stitches...
#tbt the black and white edition
it's throwback thursday...
and this one that goes way back.
this is my mom
and my uncle emmett...
this photo ab-so-lute-ly kills me.
i look at it and i want to crawl into it,
i want to know how old she was,
how old he was,
what were they thinking, where were they going.
i look at the way she is holding his hand
and that little striped shirt and skirt over leggings
and my heart just melts into a
messy little black and white puddle
on the floor.
if you knew him, you knew that
on the outside, he was gruff and tough
and cursed like a sailor
and LOVED to say inappropriate things
just to make you mad
but that he was also
sweet and soft and caring...
when i think of him,
i remember his big laugh, his booming voice
"Bones!" he would call my mom "Bones, c'mon over here!"
he used to drive by my garden in the summer and
then call me to tell me what I should
do to keep the birds from eating the
tiny seeds and pulling out
my string beans...
this is not what i intended to write
when i came here...
but the way he is holding her hand...
well...what else could i write?